Tragedy: Playtime
David sits staring downward with a small smile, the most common smile in the Shelter, his. He even smiles more than the caretakers, which is strange because the caretakers do not have the ‘potential’, they are not even broken. Rachel takes this as a good sign and whenever she sees him smile she grows hopeful that she can fix him this time. She comes up behind the red headed boy and tugs on his pony tail to get his attention.
“You still should get that cut Dave.” He glances back at her and winces at the nickname for him.
“Rachel, you know I have my reasons for liking my hair long.” He begins patiently to enter into their personal pattern of argument. “Not only that, but you know what those reasons are, or you would remember them if you cared.” His gentle reprimanding voice softens his blunt words, in blatant contrast to her short commanding sentences that are all she ever bothers to form.
“You must also stop hiding your feelings.” She carries on the argument while ignoring his input. “I am well aware of your lust for me. It is unhealthy to bottle up your feelings. You should make use of me.” David just sighs and looks back into the book he had stopped reading hours ago, finding any excuse to not stare at her anymore. But, this part of their banter, too, has been repeated many times. Like all of the times before she knocks the book out of his hands and kisses him full on the lips with such force that his lips are then red and abused when she draws back to assess the effect of her tactic. The usual bored and almost -but never quite- angry look is on his face as he stares silently at the cushy arm of his chair. Undaunted her fingers slide down underneath the button of his jeans.
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“You still should get that cut Dave.” He glances back at her and winces at the nickname for him.
“Rachel, you know I have my reasons for liking my hair long.” He begins patiently to enter into their personal pattern of argument. “Not only that, but you know what those reasons are, or you would remember them if you cared.” His gentle reprimanding voice softens his blunt words, in blatant contrast to her short commanding sentences that are all she ever bothers to form.
“You must also stop hiding your feelings.” She carries on the argument while ignoring his input. “I am well aware of your lust for me. It is unhealthy to bottle up your feelings. You should make use of me.” David just sighs and looks back into the book he had stopped reading hours ago, finding any excuse to not stare at her anymore. But, this part of their banter, too, has been repeated many times. Like all of the times before she knocks the book out of his hands and kisses him full on the lips with such force that his lips are then red and abused when she draws back to assess the effect of her tactic. The usual bored and almost -but never quite- angry look is on his face as he stares silently at the cushy arm of his chair. Undaunted her fingers slide down underneath the button of his jeans.
(This scene is not finished)