castra greengrass is not a toy (quieter) wrote in sixdegreesrpg, @ 2011-03-17 02:25:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2006 march, character: hugh bradley, retired: melinda bobbin |
Who: Melinda Bobbin and Hugh Bradley
Where: Hugh's flat
When: Late wednesday evening
What: MELINDA IS MAKING BAD DECISIONS.
Warnings: I can't even. There will probably be some.
Melinda knew this was a bad decision, but on some level, she was owning it. It was a bad decision, but it was a decision, not just a thing she was doing or that was happening to her. She was in control of this, and if he proved to be less amusing in person, she could walk right back out, and that would be a decision too. She was in control, even if it might not look like it, and this was not part of a crazy spiral. The distinction was important.
So it was with no hesitation that Melinda put shoes on and headed to the floo, not bothering to tell anyone where she was going. She didn't feel like anyone trying to talk her out of it. She was making the decision, she was in control, and someone changing her mind would dilute that.
Of course, if they had, she wouldn't have fallen on her ass landing out of the fireplace at the other end. "Ow..." Melinda had managed to bang her elbow on the ground, and she rubbed it, although there was no serious damage. Except maybe to her pride. And scratch what she'd said to Parvati about not remembering the last time she'd fallen.