Week Name/Date/Time: 'Join the Club' / Saturday, March 18th, 2006 / 1:22 PM. Location: Random halls on the second floor Open To: Lolita! Currently Involving: Caine
((AAAH Ali you kill my brain with long posts! D: But I heart you anyway.))
After half a week of being on-edge with worry, Lolita was feeling far less burdened this afternoon. Worry? Why? Simple--Troy Frogley had gotten his arse kicked pretty damn badly. So badly, in fact, said half-week had been spent in St. Mungo's. He'd been well enough to owl her about, oh, five words or so, but still! She'd been sitting on pins and needles until Wednesday evening. And the feeling was twice as bad because she'd never say a word about it.
In an odd, somewhat unfamiliar, brighter mood, Lolita wandered the halls aimlessly as she often did, but hadn't expected company. In fact, she sort of...well, didn't WANT company. Fate was a meanie. She braced herself for the bright mood to come crashing down around her as a loud singing voice came nearer and nearer.
What in bloody hell?Caine Owen. The school loudmouth, or so Lolita tended to think of him. It was hard to out-do Troy in that category, but in this case, it definitely happened
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((*revives again* are you dead because I keep writing long posts or because zomg, Caine is teh stupid?))
If Lolita had said any of that aloud, Caine would have readily agreed with her. He didn't generally think of himself as annoying, of course, but with certain people? Yeah, he did have to admit there were some who he couldn't resist riling up. Lolita was one such person. Perhaps if she didn't get so angry, he'd leave her be but right now? Yeah, there was a part of him that rather enjoyed getting her all wound up.
Plus she obviously missed the memo that they should have all received around age eight: if you let someone know that some name or something bothered you, you were destined to be called said name for the rest of eternity.
He tilted his head curiously at her, blinking. "Squicked? Who said anything about that?" To his knowledge, he had kept that fact to himself but he did sometimes have a tendency to think out loud. An annoying habit really but a total aside. "No matter," he added, shrugging nonchalantly. "You'd have to
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((Hmmm, I think it must be the LONGNESS. D:< And I saw your semi-hiatus post, so don't worry, take your time. ^_^))
Oh, so she was fun to annoy, was she? Well, wasn't everyone and their mother REALLY out to get her, then? In her lifetime she'd had more than her fair share of voluble classmates who seemed to get a high from bothering her. In some cases, "bothering" could amount to something like simply standing a next to her, invading her personal bubble of space. In other cases, "bothering" could equal kicking her in the knee. She had a wide range of irritability going on there, and chances were, Caine's efforts fell somewhere in that range. Wonderful.
SADISM, is what this was. Bloody sadism, if someone enjoyed making someone insane with anger. Lolita had half a mind to flatly tell Caine Owen to effing shut up already and storm off without another word. So why wasn't she? Hard to tell. He was almost amusing. Yes, that had to be it. Because appreciating human company was not something she did, right
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After half a week of being on-edge with worry, Lolita was feeling far less burdened this afternoon. Worry? Why? Simple--Troy Frogley had gotten his arse kicked pretty damn badly. So badly, in fact, said half-week had been spent in St. Mungo's. He'd been well enough to owl her about, oh, five words or so, but still! She'd been sitting on pins and needles until Wednesday evening. And the feeling was twice as bad because she'd never say a word about it.
In an odd, somewhat unfamiliar, brighter mood, Lolita wandered the halls aimlessly as she often did, but hadn't expected company. In fact, she sort of...well, didn't WANT company. Fate was a meanie. She braced herself for the bright mood to come crashing down around her as a loud singing voice came nearer and nearer.
What in bloody hell?Caine Owen. The school loudmouth, or so Lolita tended to think of him. It was hard to out-do Troy in that category, but in this case, it definitely happened ( ... )
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If Lolita had said any of that aloud, Caine would have readily agreed with her. He didn't generally think of himself as annoying, of course, but with certain people? Yeah, he did have to admit there were some who he couldn't resist riling up. Lolita was one such person. Perhaps if she didn't get so angry, he'd leave her be but right now? Yeah, there was a part of him that rather enjoyed getting her all wound up.
Plus she obviously missed the memo that they should have all received around age eight: if you let someone know that some name or something bothered you, you were destined to be called said name for the rest of eternity.
He tilted his head curiously at her, blinking. "Squicked? Who said anything about that?" To his knowledge, he had kept that fact to himself but he did sometimes have a tendency to think out loud. An annoying habit really but a total aside. "No matter," he added, shrugging nonchalantly. "You'd have to ( ... )
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Oh, so she was fun to annoy, was she? Well, wasn't everyone and their mother REALLY out to get her, then? In her lifetime she'd had more than her fair share of voluble classmates who seemed to get a high from bothering her. In some cases, "bothering" could amount to something like simply standing a next to her, invading her personal bubble of space. In other cases, "bothering" could equal kicking her in the knee. She had a wide range of irritability going on there, and chances were, Caine's efforts fell somewhere in that range. Wonderful.
SADISM, is what this was. Bloody sadism, if someone enjoyed making someone insane with anger. Lolita had half a mind to flatly tell Caine Owen to effing shut up already and storm off without another word. So why wasn't she? Hard to tell. He was almost amusing. Yes, that had to be it. Because appreciating human company was not something she did, right ( ... )
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