Bristol, England [Tuesday, Afternoon]
"For fuck's sake, Effy! What in the hell were you thinking?"
Well, this was getting off to a fun start now, wasn't it? And with volume high enough to disturb their neighbors pretty effectively.
"Cannot fucking believe it!"
Effy slouched back in the armchair, knowing she was just going to have to ride this out. She'd learned long ago to let her father's (generally obscene) rantings flow over her. Water off a duck's back, would be the phrase most people would use. It amounted to something like that, anyway.
She went more for the 'if they don't like it, fuck 'em' sentiment. Which had a similar notion to it, if you squinted. Madame Deluca had been spot on with her assessment of that one. Effy had a particular talent for not giving a shit. People could think whatever they wanted to think, say whatever they wanted to say, and she would ignore it all.
"Today is just un-sodding believable. First that demented old bint and that wanker and his fucking bike... Now this!" The swollen nose her father was still sporting from that incident was no doubt not helping his mood. She picked a good day for this.
Actually, Effy was still finding the events of earlier mildly amusing. She would be.
"That's three schools now, Eff. THREE!" His voice started to squeak as he got angrier, yelled too loud, and Effy's lips twisted in mild amusement.
"Yep." Probably the first word she'd spoken since they'd picked her up from school earlier this afternoon.
Three.
Well, the first one they'd pulled her out of themselves. She only counted the second and third as actual expulsions. The last one was for a dumb reason anyway. Her father had even threatened to fight on that point, before realising that the Westfield College for Young Ladies' probably had access to far more funds and better lawyers than they did.
"Well, you could sound at least a little bit fucking bothered!" His eyes were bugging a little. Creepy.
Thing was, she really wasn't. Bothered, that was, and Effy certainly wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of believing that she was. Didn't even make eye contact. Best way to ignore him was to ignore him completely.
"Jim, do you have to swear at her?" Anthea stayed quiet and left the best part of the talking to her louder, more obnoxious husband for a reason. He had a tendency to take over in these situations.
"Yes, I fucking well do!"
Okay then.
"What the shitting hell are we supposed to do now? Her school transcripts read like she's a bloody delinquent! Those bollocking paper-pushing twats at Roundview are going to take one look and turn us away at the fucking door."
It was a good thing they didn't know about that arrest record, wasn't it?
"I mean, Anthea, what are we supposed to do?"
They'd got so used to their daughter's lack of communication, they mostly talked around her. For the most part, Effy didn't have a problem with that, and she'd moved from staring blankly at the wall in front of her, to fiddling with one of the many bangles around her wrist. At this point, however, if they'd ask her what she wanted, that would be nice. Wouldn't happen, and was probably more than she deserved given the circumstances, but she could hope.
... Apparently, they they had nothing. Not just yet, anyway.
Effy waited out a few moments of the silence (sweet silence!) rolled her eyes, stood, and left without a word. She doubted they'd stop her.
"Now look!"
Yes, because her up and wandering off was anyone's fault but his, right? Might be about time to break out that vodka of Tony's. If there was a good moment, she figured this was probably it.
"We will figure something out! This conversation is not fucking over!" he yelled after her.
[[ooc: Someone had to kick off the establishy posts! NFB, NFI, yadda yadda OOC, and a warning for excessive cussing, because this is the Stonem household.]]
Well, this was getting off to a fun start now, wasn't it? And with volume high enough to disturb their neighbors pretty effectively.
"Cannot fucking believe it!"
Effy slouched back in the armchair, knowing she was just going to have to ride this out. She'd learned long ago to let her father's (generally obscene) rantings flow over her. Water off a duck's back, would be the phrase most people would use. It amounted to something like that, anyway.
She went more for the 'if they don't like it, fuck 'em' sentiment. Which had a similar notion to it, if you squinted. Madame Deluca had been spot on with her assessment of that one. Effy had a particular talent for not giving a shit. People could think whatever they wanted to think, say whatever they wanted to say, and she would ignore it all.
"Today is just un-sodding believable. First that demented old bint and that wanker and his fucking bike... Now this!" The swollen nose her father was still sporting from that incident was no doubt not helping his mood. She picked a good day for this.
Actually, Effy was still finding the events of earlier mildly amusing. She would be.
"That's three schools now, Eff. THREE!" His voice started to squeak as he got angrier, yelled too loud, and Effy's lips twisted in mild amusement.
"Yep." Probably the first word she'd spoken since they'd picked her up from school earlier this afternoon.
Three.
Well, the first one they'd pulled her out of themselves. She only counted the second and third as actual expulsions. The last one was for a dumb reason anyway. Her father had even threatened to fight on that point, before realising that the Westfield College for Young Ladies' probably had access to far more funds and better lawyers than they did.
"Well, you could sound at least a little bit fucking bothered!" His eyes were bugging a little. Creepy.
Thing was, she really wasn't. Bothered, that was, and Effy certainly wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of believing that she was. Didn't even make eye contact. Best way to ignore him was to ignore him completely.
"Jim, do you have to swear at her?" Anthea stayed quiet and left the best part of the talking to her louder, more obnoxious husband for a reason. He had a tendency to take over in these situations.
"Yes, I fucking well do!"
Okay then.
"What the shitting hell are we supposed to do now? Her school transcripts read like she's a bloody delinquent! Those bollocking paper-pushing twats at Roundview are going to take one look and turn us away at the fucking door."
It was a good thing they didn't know about that arrest record, wasn't it?
"I mean, Anthea, what are we supposed to do?"
They'd got so used to their daughter's lack of communication, they mostly talked around her. For the most part, Effy didn't have a problem with that, and she'd moved from staring blankly at the wall in front of her, to fiddling with one of the many bangles around her wrist. At this point, however, if they'd ask her what she wanted, that would be nice. Wouldn't happen, and was probably more than she deserved given the circumstances, but she could hope.
... Apparently, they they had nothing. Not just yet, anyway.
Effy waited out a few moments of the silence (sweet silence!) rolled her eyes, stood, and left without a word. She doubted they'd stop her.
"Now look!"
Yes, because her up and wandering off was anyone's fault but his, right? Might be about time to break out that vodka of Tony's. If there was a good moment, she figured this was probably it.
"We will figure something out! This conversation is not fucking over!" he yelled after her.
[[ooc: Someone had to kick off the establishy posts! NFB, NFI, yadda yadda OOC, and a warning for excessive cussing, because this is the Stonem household.]]