Comments | rosenhan_logs: this ain't a scene;

isdazzled in rosenhan_logs

this ain't a scene;

Jul 29, 2009 01:28

Day: 3
Characters: destructocarrot, isdazzled, trenchcoatmagic, mentis_reae, quatrew,
Summary: /flips chair
Status: Idefk

( IT'S A GOD-DAMNED FOOT RACE )

quatre winner, miles edgeworth, isabella swan, carrot glace, john constantine

Comments 13

trenchcoatmagic July 29 2009, 06:08:34 UTC

"Stupid, jabbering, arse backwards, knob-headed little scrote..."

John's hands were clenched at his sides as he stormed down the hall. Of all the idiots that could have been roomed with a teen-aged girl, they had to pick the one that didn't have enough years on him yet to know to stop wanking off before talking. Or whatever the git thought that he was doing.

He moved down the hall towards the sound of Bella's panic and the boy's noise. When he got his hands around the kid's neck-- which was likely going to be less than five minutes from now, considering how much of a barricade bloody Miles was going to be-- he wasn't going to let go until the brat apologized and promised not to look at another lady until he'd learned his manners ( ... )

mentis_reae July 29 2009, 06:34:00 UTC

He knew the voice of the boy rooming with Bella, vaguely. He knew him as crude, foul, worthless, a fool driven by nothing save his hormones - but he had thought him previously comparatively harmless, despite all that. But then he had heard the note of panic in Bella's voice. He'd heard her desperation, of the sort he hadn't heard since that terrible night with Nagi, when she'd looked to sacrifice herself ( ... )

quatrew July 29 2009, 06:54:08 UTC

Quatre did not often get frustrated, but there was just something about Carrot that he couldn't let roll of his back. Every time Quatre thought he'd finally gotten through to him, that you just don't do these sorts of things ( ... )

destructocarrot July 29 2009, 08:16:46 UTC

Carrot just didn’t understand what was going on. He’d spoken out, sure, but that was what he did-what he’d always did, ever since he was young. He’d say something stupid, something inane, or just something out of turn, and it would get him into trouble…but then, he’d always had Marron and the others to bail him out. They’d scold him, hit him, hell-Tira and Chocolat ground him under their high heels on a consistent basis, and yet it could all be compressed into something Carrot could call normal, regular, expected ( ... )

isdazzled July 29 2009, 21:20:04 UTC

Bella nearly recoiled before she realized off of whom it was she'd bounced. John, who'd only ever been a help and a comfort to her, was holding her loosely, as though she might go off at any moment. Bella hiccuped as she struggled to turn down the volume on her crying, to turn the volume off entirely. There were people here, a whole lot of other people who could stand in the way between her and her salacious roommate, and surely they wouldn't let anything happen, but if they did, there was at least one more chair in there ( ... )