Madison McKenna (_burnbabyburn_) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-02-16 23:44:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 067, madison |
Who: Madison
Where: From her room through corridors and stairs ending at the door to Chase and Kiley's room
When: Around 4am
As it happened often with her ideas, Madison had gone through her day with something in the back of her mind brewing and maturing while she went about her day. When she saw the little argument between Chase and Lennon, and how the latter had gotten so defensive so fast, she had almost thought he was doing too great a job of self-sabotage for her to bother. On the other hand, this hadn't made Chase blow up to the level she would have liked to watch. And that meant there was still opportunity for improvement.
Some time during the day, after hanging out with Felix - who was very excited and supportive - Madison had gone down to the batcave and printed out a nice, all caps note in Times New Roman, large enough to occupy a whole A4 sheet in landscape mode. She hoped Chase was smart enough to figure out what she'd meant about 'the lead pipe'. He seemed to be.
The note had been lying on her desk all day, with the text down. It wasn't that she feared Lila, but she wanted to delay any sort of confrontation as much as possible. Of course it was coming, and when it did she was certain she could handle it, but she didn't have the patience for it right now. Madison waited patiently until the whole house had quieted down and nobody was roaming the halls. She had even watched Daphne's masterpiece being made, and had a blast during it. Then, at around 4am, she hid her bun under her black beanie, and exited the room wearing all black and no shoes in order not to make noise as she descended the stairs and raced all the way down to the end of the second floor, to Chase and Kiley's door. After taking a breath to settle herself, she slid the note under their door in one swift movement and then tiptoed back down the hall and up the stairs back to her room.
With a fiendish grin, Madison went about her pre-bed hygiene and then she went to bed, hoping for good things tomorrow. If none happened, as the people in this house had a tendency to be overly goody two-shoes at the most inconvenient times, she could always try to convince Tobias to go down on her again. That ought to cheer her up enough not to care.