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 Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 12:49 am
Sue stumbled out of the auditorium, making spitting noises and wiping at his tongue. Laughter chased him, briefly, before the door closed behind him.
All right, maybe there were limits to how great this get-out-of-class-free rehearsal card was. Things were going great - sitting in the back of the room, minding his own business, practically unmolested. He was just an understudy, anyway, it wasn't like he was even going to have to act - living scenery if anything, just enough to justify all the time he was sure to be taking off class to attend rehearsal.
But eventually, time wore on, and he started getting bored. What was he supposed to do, practice saying "meow" all day? He could do that a hundred times better than any of the losers on the casting list, and without committing any cultural insults while he was at it. He soon became aware that he had three choices: He either had to admit he was unneeded and return to class, stay and sit around until the boredom drove him to insanity and he started actually wanting to rehearse, or... find something else to keep him busy.
However, this quickly proved to be an issue. Because the second he went backstage to scope out the scene, he'd instantly stumbled in the middle of an intense prop-making event, and well, long story short, much of the glitter that had been meant to adorn Sir Blackglass's armor in Scene IV ended up... well....
Staggering dramatically into the lobby, Sue wiped off his face, but it didn't help. He was coated. All in his hair and all over his hands and face and neck and oh god, he was pretty damn sure it was in his ears, too, he could practically hear it sparkling! He was pretty goddamn sure that the Fairy Godcat part did not call for this sort of costuming. He needed to get to the showers, before somebody caught sight of him and laughed him right out of school!
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 1:16 am
See, the problem with the students at Barren Pines was that they weren't very imaginative-- most of them seemed to live out their day to day lives absolutely and completely happy with just the basest of interests. Cliques, relationships, failing tests, and crushes, all of these things everyday student lives revolved around. When confronted by something (or someone) that did not fit in to their simple existence, students at Barren Pines seemed to disregard it, throwing it to the wayside like sodden trash. There was one student in Barren Pines that not a single student could describe as normal; even when confronted with the idea that "no one is normal" well... Frankie Del Rockham was notorious in the way that Jack the Ripper was notorious, or Hannibal Lector, or even Al Capone; there was nothing about her actions that belayed that perhaps, deep within this teenager there was some iota of normalcy. Her obsessions were compulsive at best, and her paranoia was anything but endearing. Some might wonder why a school would even be interested in Frankie Del Rockham-- her gift was not anything particularly special, any child could add lens flare in Photoshop and make a bona fide Frankie image. There was something about her that was chilling, something that said DO NOT DISAPPOINT ME, which Frankie had said before, reducing another student to tears.
But Frankie was unhappy, not with the students, oh no, they were all great friends, but because everything was so BORING. Nothing exciting had happened to her that week, she hadn't even been sent to the principal's office, which was always a great treat for her. Even the penny she had found in the ducts had been a disappointment, turning out to be just a simple penny, though Frankie still kept a close eye on it, keeping it tucked safely away in her left shoe.
Frankie was so bored, ever so bored. So she was currently waiting in the last stall in the boys communal washroom, making as creepy a noise as Frankie Del Rockham could possibly make. She was very gifted at the "lets creep the s**t out of students", which made her a natural boon to Barren Pines thus far. Frankie would persevere, and soon all of them would see that Frankie Del Rockham was indeed correct that vampires were real, and so were all the other supernatural and occult beasts. All she asked is that she could start a riot at the end of the renaissance and take out the vile werewolf taint. Its all Frankie desired, other than to marry Edward and have house destroying sex.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 1:59 am
Sue's life until this point was one blissfully devoid of Frankie, as much as anyone's could be while living on the same campus. Sure, he'd heard stories - most of which he didn't put much credit to. But with his room waaaay down on the first floor, her room waaaay up on the third, the both of them in different houses and (he wasn't sure, but strongly suspected) different grades, there was a clear divide between them. Fate, or at least random happenstance, had set the wheels in motion that these two personalities were never meant to meet.
Until, apparently, Frankie chose to cross one of the most basic lines of all, and entered the men's private sanctuary. Let it be known now that everything that was to follow was all her fault.
Sue entered the washroom completely unsuspecting. Most students would be busy at this time of day, he felt; caught up in extracurriculars. There was no reason that he should run into any trouble, going about his business here as he was. Pulling his hair loose from its bun, releasing a soft shower of sparkles around his eyes, he made a beeline for the showers.
Then paused at the threshold. Had he just... heard something? Sue held his breath as he listened, and his heart began to gallop. Weird, weird things had been happening around the school recently. People were whispering about ghosts being around maybe, or monsters, or something. Wasn't there always somebody that got murdered while bathing? Granted, that honor was usually given to a female, but....
"Is someone there?" Sue demanded gruffly of the seemingly-empty room, taking a step away from the showers.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 2:24 am
Frankie felt like she was in a movie. And not just any movie. Frankie watched as sparkles. Actual, literal REAL SPARKLES fell to the part floor that she could see from her perch on top of the toilet. If she had a video camera she would have lit it with a beautiful soft, warm light, Muse or MCR playing in the background, perhaps a subtle heartbeat. She was actually stunned in to silence for the moment, her heart in her mouth as the boy spoke-- he sounded exactly how she expected him to, just so heartbreakingly perfect.
She was not in Forks, her name was not Bella, but this was so much better because she was Frankie Del Rockham and she deserved everything that she knew she was about to get. There was no hesitation, no small voice saying this might go badly; Frankie was only hardwired to do whatever Frankie wanted to do, no matter how insane.
And, because of her lack of correct wiring in her skull, was possibly the reason why Frankie literally leaped out of her bathroom stall, and in to the arms of the boy.
Her Edward. Poor, poor Sue.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 12:54 pm
Well, to be fair, Edward probably wouldn't have shrieked when something came flying out of a bathroom stall at him - no, no, that was all Sue. Something hairy came flying out of the bathroom stall and locked itself around his waist. Monster! his mind screamed, fight! Shove and tug as he might try, though, he couldn't pry the damn thing off! The little limpit was glued on and oh god it was going to gut him at any second--
Oh, wait. He stopped to get a look at this would-be disemboweler at last. This wasn't a monster. It was just.......
Oh s**t, it was Frankie!
The struggling resumed as every story he'd ever heard about the girl came flooding into his mind. Of course, all that it was really doing was increasing the sparkling off his skin.
"Wh, what the god-danged... WHAT," Sue bellowed, his self-righteousness recovered at last, "WHAT IN GOD'S NAME ARE YOU DOING IN THE BOY'S ROOM?!"
His eyes darted about the bathroom. He needed a weapon, or a lever. There was a plunger set up near the stalls, and he began side-hobbling toward it, easily prepared to drag the smaller person attaching herself to his flesh the distance. Sue did not like sharing his personal space with unhinged, creepy girls, thank you kindly!
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 4:55 am
Frankie sighed heavily, completely besotted with the sparkling boy that she had body slammed. It was so sudden and so strong, this feeling that took over-- was it lust, or was it love? Frankie didn't know. Frankie didn't care. Frankie sniffed and then sneezed as an overwhelming smell of cat overcame her sensitive nostrils. Sneezing wildly, Frankie slid off him, though kept her arms latched around his legs. Something inside her told her to hang on tightly, never let go Jack!! She couldn't bear her Edward turning away from her, even if he thought it was for her own good. He was so noble, so kind, but they were destined to be together, Frankie knew this, she had written enough slash fiction between herself and Edward that the lines between fantasy and reality had blurred in such a way that Frankie found herself quoting her beautiful FF.net slash fiction to her Edward.
"I yearn only for you, to feel your marble touch against my frail human face. We were meant to be together, you and I, destined even; my heart soars at the sight of you, my Edward, my love, my life,"
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Posted: Mon Nov 16, 2009 1:47 pm
Now, Sue didn't usually mind girls - he didn't have a chance with most of them, he figured, but he didn't mind them. But this? This was ******** insane. There was no describing the horror on Sue's face, there really wasn't. His bug-eyed features were riddled through with the shock, the confusion, the outrage - and, over all others - the creeping fear that he was locked dead center in the love-sights of one that was truly unhinged.
And was she calling him Edward?
"What the-- LEGGO! Go get some help or something!" he snapped, voice tinged with... well, mostly irritation at this point, actually. This was clearly a case of mistaken identity, mixed with an overwhelming dose of crazy.
But at last, his struggles paid off. There in the corner was it; the plunger. A humble relic of deepest shames and nameless evils, the final resort of many a trouble bathroom guest. Now this was of course not the usual situation for its use, but grasping the handle, Sue felt fairly certain that it would serve his purpose. "All right, c'mon! GET OFF!" he demanded, brandishing the instrument's business end toward the girl.
He'd touch her with it too, he would. Sue was serious ******** business about this s**t.
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