power_vacuum (power_vacuum) wrote in tensor, @ 2011-03-13 23:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | chase_stein, gert_yorkes |
Chase: Evening
Gert had tucked Old Lace firmly back inside her mind, shut the door, turned the keyed and bolted everything down as tightly as she could. The last thing she needed was for Old Lace to chomp down on Chase. Again. The rest time it had happened, there had been a plethora of excuses at the ready not the least of which was the fact that her power was pretty brand new and easily provoked all those years ago. He had taunted her, and Gert had lost control and defended herself in the brand new way that her genes had devised. It would not do to have a repeat now though if anyone was likely to draw that reaction out of her, it was bound to be Chase.
There was also no earthly, sensible reason for her to be the slightest bit nervous so she pushed that feeling to the back of her mind as well and locked another door. The tinge of paranoia, though, she was going to keep. The option that this could all be some sort of massive set-up was still prevalent in her brain.
Grabbing her favorite pair of drumsticks off her dresser--there was no way she was going to trust a video game to be packaged with proper drumsticks--Gert closed her door behind her and then stalked down the hall to Chase's door. She stood there, arms crossed over her chest, drumsticks in hand, looking at the door for a moment, wondering. There were lots of ways this could go terribly wrong although only a 34% of those scenarios ended with her getting kicked out of school.
She could live with those odds. Shoulders back, Gert knocked and then crossed her arms over her chest again, waiting.