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Jan 29, 2007 19:03

Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Replacement' / Thursday, 2 March 2006 / 1:20 PM.
Location: Corridors surrounding courtyard
Open To: Lolita
Currently Involving: Troy

Ah, the life of a certain Troy Frogley. It was getting better and better, really. Perhaps his Thursday schedule helped reinforce the idea, but no matter! Thursdays were quite lovely, actually. He ( Read more... )

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lolita_damon January 30 2007, 03:38:03 UTC

((How about I put up the Tati/Av thread later this IG week so we're not overloaded? Because I might be. Three projects and all that jazz, soo...?))She'd just been passing by, intending to go on an aimless walk around the grounds, as was her trademark. Breezing past the courtyard, Lolita was greeted with the sight of a familiar face snoozing. In public, no less. Sigh. Sadly, she wasn't surprised...at all. Not EVEN close ( ... )

frogleygoof January 30 2007, 04:12:24 UTC

((OOC: Of course! No problem!))

Usually, Troy would be sleeping and dreaming happily, tucked into the comfy layers and blankets of his bed. However, he found these public powernaps were rather relaxing, no dreaming. Dreaming usually got Troy either all worried and scared of nightmares, or very, extremely happy when he dreamed of a bird.

However, something that was NOT relaxing was being abruptly awoken. Troy bolted up and screamed, rolling over and falling onto the grass of the other side of the open cloister. He groaned and cursed to himself, sitting up on his knees and frowning.

Until his frown turned into a wide, ecstatic grin when he saw Lolita on the other side, instantly leaping over and standing next to her, hands in his pockets. "YOU cheeky monkey, you," he grinned, shoving her lightly in the shoulder. "One of these days, you'll be the end of me, you will. Of a bludger-related incident or summat, won't believe someone when they yell an ACTUAL warning."

lolita_damon January 30 2007, 04:38:02 UTC

Wow, that was a more, er, bombastic awakening than Lolita had expected. How stupid of her to think less of him, because really? Everyone knew Troy was the loudest jocky-yet-occasionally-wussy sort of thing to ever set foot in the halls of the castle.

...If Troy often dreamt of girls, he'd better prepare himself for nightmares wished on him through means of voodoo by none other than Lolita Damon. But never mind that...at least for now. Though she'd suppose she would rather him dream of girls than other blokes. Uhh. Hmm.

Lolita hadn't found anything funny in quite a while, so when she burst into a laughing fit (or, to be specific, an instance of a few more laughs than she usually allowed past her lips in any given time frame), she was laughing at herself as much as she was laughing at with Troy. Gah, she'd better shut up NOW ( ... )

frogleygoof January 30 2007, 05:02:56 UTC

((HEEHEE! OF course!))

Ah, little did Lolita know that his fondest dreams were of her. Not of. . .er. . .any WEIRD kind of dream, but. . .well, never mind that. She'd probably voodoo Troy more if she was aware of that.

He blushed, merely glad he'd gotten her to laugh. And smile. It was an accomplishment in his eyes, or he just merely liked to see her face like that. But he also liked her frowning, or scowling, or rolling her eyes, or. . .yeah. He was pathetic. He rather liked it that way, though.

"It's all about image. I'd rather look decent around you, of course," he sighed and laughed out loud, sitting back down on the bench and patting a spot next to him, beaming up at her. "I'd rather stay alive as long as you're around to abruptly wake me up, love. If that's stubborn, well, I'd say it's worth it."

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lolita_damon February 8 2007, 01:49:32 UTC

Lolita stopped to wonder where the 'emo' comparison had sprouted from. As far as she knew, she hated the word and didn't like to use it when thinking about others, but...it'd probably just slipped unconsciously. With craploads of strangers constantly pointing fingers at her all-black ensemble, hissing 'ahahahaha EMO', it was hard not to accidentally absorb the word.

On the contrary, Lolita was decidedly not emo. 'Emo' was a term for people who insisted their lives sucked and 'wanted to die', rather than take grow a spine and take care of their problems. Apathy. Lolita had no sympathy at all.

Troy's outburst was actually alarming, Lolita was surprised to think. Equally surprising was that he was yelling at her, in apparent true anger. Yelling at HER. She couldn't remember ever being spoken to this way by Troy, and that was a hell of a lot more unsettling than she would admit. So she DID care. Odd. Apparently her willful detachment was failing her ( ... )

frogleygoof February 8 2007, 03:16:35 UTC

Anger, or just withheld feelings and frustration from hiding the truth for so long? Or feeling helpless? They were kind of related, weren't they? Sure, he didn't like to be feeling negatively toward Lolita, but he wouldn't call it angry at HER. He'd call it, in his lame and optimistic way, angry at. . .the SITUATION ( ... )

lolita_damon February 9 2007, 01:13:38 UTC

Lolita's situation, as she saw it, was quite simple: the Kensington fiasco bothered her more than it should have, and she should let it go already, because really, since when did Troy's random snogs bother her? She was supposed to be indifferent, entirely detatched. And yet it was proving to be a damn hard condition to keep up ( ... )

frogleygoof February 10 2007, 01:50:33 UTC

Oddly enough, Troy could only have agreed with Lolita regarding his current situation. Of course, he had only noticed his prior vices after the Fiasco, and was believing he was doing a bloody good job. He hadn't noticed how bad his situation was until he was apparently discovered by some omnipotent force in the castle who oversaw all that happened (somehow, to Troy, Jackie Zhang came to mind. . .but she was gone), especially what happened in the linen closets ( ... )

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