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 Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:26 pm
The sharp glare the girl shot him was not missed, and now that the kitten was awake, he raised his hands up as if in mock defense, "Geesus, I didn't even say much at all," if he hadn't known better, he'd have thought this Khalla girl didn't like him. Any other given day, he would have encouraged that train of thought, but now he was just curious as to what had brought that up (his uniform aside - he was well aware the sort of reputation was associated with the Hillworth uniform after all). He hadn't, in his opinion, done anything to be on the recieving end of such hatred.
Despite the fact Amara had managed to cling to him closer, he reached out with a hand and poked her side with it, a silent plea for her to let him go. If anything because this amount of fussing was going to attract someone and well, that was exactly what he did NOT want. He wanted to be able to leave the building unseen and hopefully avoid punishment back at his dorm, and this girl was making it really hard, given all the noise she was making, "Well, I can see why they're meant to be. They both fuss a lot," this was murmured only loud enough for Amara to hear, his broken arm now pushing Classy gentle off his lap and onto the bed.
With a few swift movements, he planted himself between Khalla and the door, leaning against it. He might've been smaller than Khalla, but he was still able to hold his own without much trouble at all (for the most part anyhow), "I don't think she needs much saving," he told her, "Broken arm - pretty harmless here," well, what she didn't know, wouldn't hurt her at least, "If you storm down those stairs with that look on your face and making the obscene amount of noise you've been making, someone's totally going to drop in and check this out," a pause, "Besides, where the hell do you plan on going? Rho's house? Do you plan on giving the guy a heart attack by showing up late at night at his doorsteps? Or did you plan on going somewhere else?" another pause, "You know, I don't think you got the memo, but it turns out the streets are sorta dangerous at night."
Silence followed his claim, "Cupcakes are good," something told him that telling Rohan he'd allowed his girlfriend out at night just like that, when she could technically get hurt, wasn't going to end up well, "PS, you can actually blame Rohan for this. He told Amara to uhhh... lend me a hand. That's the only reason we met up today."
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:27 pm
"Oh I was, was I? And you couldn't have, oh I don't know, picked up a phone to tell me?" Amaravati was in her element now, anger making her eyes flash dramatically. She got up from the bed in a blur, and stalked toward her roommate. "You should have told me. I should have told you. To be fair, this... thing between Creighton and I is very new. So here I am, telling you. If you go out there and raise $*@%, I can't say how I will respond, but it will not be good. Do you want me to get kicked out of Crystal just before we graduate?"
She drew herself up to her full height, hands on her hips as she stared at Khalla. "I was braiding his hair, for the record. There was nothing going on but hair braiding, and cupcake eating... unless you count the movie." Which she'd forgotten to turn off, and was therefore merrily chattering away, scenes from the horror film playing out behind her. "Really, Khalla. I didn't think it was a big deal. We were hoping you'd come back so that you could be the first to meet him." Her tone was conciliatory, the anger vanishing for the moment.
"Be party to what?" she had to ask. "Is there something really all that wrong about having someone over, if I'm not behaving inappropriately?" Words like 'inappropriate' were going to be very important if she was going to somehow convince Khalla to settle down even for a moment. "Look, I overreacted where Rohan is concerned, it's just... he's a TA, Khalla." It wasn't like he was a student, or something. "I'm fine. I'm safe. Creighton's not a threat. See?" She gestured toward his arm, indicating that he was rather pinioned on account of that injury.
It wasn't as though there was anywhere else to sit, besides the chair at her desk, or Khalla's bed. Somehow, Amaravati didn't think Khalla would have appreciated having Creighton sit on her bed. In point of fact, she felt sure that she would have hated it all the more. Her gaze glided away from her roommate and to the door, and she all but sighed. Something told her that this wasn't going to work. Khalla was going to be upset anyway, and she was going to have to deal with the reprocussions.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:33 pm
Khalla stopped short as the green-haired boy dodged to get in between her and the door. For a moment she just glared at him, shoulder bag slung over her shoulder and her fists curled at her sides. For a moment she just considered punching him in the nose - she was sure he'd done something recently to justify it. "Maybe I will go to Rohan's house," she pursed her lips a little and tried to resist gritting her teeth. The streets were bad? This fool really had no idea, did he? "And I can take care of myself just fine." Her fists were squeezed so tightly by this point that her knuckles were white - she was probably only resisting hitting him because he had a cast on. Violence really wasn't Khalla's thing, but neither were skeezy boyfriends. She would also ask Rohan if this was his bright idea when she got there - but she was pretty much done talking to the green-haired brat when Amara stood up and confronted her.
"No, I don't want you to get kicked out, but I want you to have a little sense about the things you do." Her tone only calmed slightly, and probably only because Amara seemed to be putting forth a great effort to console her. "I won't be here when he turns out like the last one, who, might I remind you, was a girl and probably looked just as innocent as this one." However, she seemed to question Amara's opinion of Creighton not being a threat - only emphasized by the hateful glare she shot in his direction.
"This thing between Rohan and I is very new, too." She threw Amara's words back at her, her voice no longer shrill but definitely showing how upset she was as this accusation. "I tried to tell you, and I was coming here to talk to you about it, but you're always busy running off to the stupid library." Okay, later she might regret calling the library stupid. She relaxed her hands from fists and instead wrapped them around the strap of her shoulder bag. "I'm well aware of his position as a TA, I'm well aware of the problems that could cause before I graduate, but you don't see me laying in bed in my dorm with him do you?"
She sighed and shook her head, glancing between the two of them. "I tried to ask for your advice before, but then I realized you needed mine more." She narrowed her eyes a little again as she was reminded just how much this situation irritated her when the previous one was still so fresh. "I won't sit here and be berated by you just because you were caught breaking rules. Blame someone else." It sounded selfish and sulky because it was.
She turned to look at Creighton again, setting her eyes on him and putting her hands on her hips once more. "Now, will you please get out of my way?"
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:33 pm
"I seriously don't think that's a good idea," and this was coming from someone that was probably the king of bad ideas, which made it all the worse. He also didn't quite thing Khalla would ever be able to hold her own against youma or a negaverse agent; normal humans rarely if ever stood a snowball's chance in hell, but he had no idea how approach that topic without giving s**t away. So thus, for once in a very long time, Creighton shut his mouth and arched a brow up at the pale girl. To be fair, he had no idea of her real identity and if he had... well, things would have been a hell of a lot more complicated then.
He also didn't quite think that showing up on Rho's doorsteps in the middle of the night was exactly the most brilliant of ideas, "How is you showing up at his apartment in the dead of night any better than my being here?" not that he had even a fleeting thought the older man would make a move on her. He moved at the... pace of snails, or something like that. It was just semantics. He just couldn't understand why she was allowed to make a fuss this big about him being there if she was going to go to Rho's apartment; but then he figured maybe there was some sort of female logic in there that he wasn't seeing. Maybe he should ask for an explanation later. Also, for the record, he'd been sitting on the bed, which was entirely different from laying on it, and a whole lot more innocent.
He was, in fact, about to express such thoughts when the rest of Khalla's argument finally reached home. Wait, wait, what? His gaze turned towards Amara as the pale haired girl berated her on her ... er... past relationship? With a girl? Was she implying Amara had been abused in some way? In a relationship with a girl.
Creighton no longer knew if he was meant to keep a straight face, or if they were caught in a reality show. The look he was sending Amara seemed to be asking her What The Hell was going on, albeit silently. Not that he had any real problem with her dating a chick before him, but it sort of conflicted with what she'd told him before. Plus, this was amusing. Or... it would have been if Khalla hadn't implied abuse. Either way, his attention was perked, "You keep glaring at me. Man whatever happened with... innocent until proven guilty?" granted, he was, in fact, wearing the Hillworth uniform, but there were students there... that simply lacked funding for Meadowview, or had been pretty much kicked by Karma in the a**. Khalla had no way to know what his special set of circumstances were, and he felt mildly mused over the idea that she was pretty much judging a book by it's cover without giving him a second chance.
Then again, in the girl's defense, he HAD been on her dorm room past curfew. On the bed, "In our defense," he said, and to his credit, he did step away from the door, if for no other reason because he didn't think they would be able to hold her for much longer without getting physical, "We're not the only ones breaking rules here."
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:34 pm
Huh. Funny how things could come back and bite you in the $@%. Amaravati really, really needed to have a talk with Creighton about the girl that she totally had not been dating. It had not been in the plan for that episode to effect her actual relationships. %*@#it. "Hey, this is completely different. For starters, all we're doing is watching movies and hanging out." Which was very, very different than what she had supposedly been doing with Vanessa.
Never mind that she'd never actually done anything with Vanessa. "Oh." ... Oh, she hadn't realized the thing with Rohan was new. "I guess I thought you'd been hiding Rohan from me for awhile." It had sounded like that, $*@$it! Bah. Oh well. "What exactly do you mean by 'stupid library'? We have had exams, Khalla. They don't come as easily to me as they do to you." That was an outright lie, but it didn't matter. She wasn't going to say right now that the reason she'd gone to the library was because of a crush.
Not right here in front of Creighton, in any case. "And for heaven's sake, Khalla, I was not lying about. We were sitting. In case you haven't noticed, there are not a lot of places to sit in our dorm. Before you suggest that I should've been somewhere else, where exactly would you rather I went? It's not safe outside. Do you not hear about the terrorist attacks that happen it seems almost daily?"
Attacks by the senshi, she might add. Well, no. She wouldn't have actually stated that. Not around Khalla. "But really, I don't see what the big deal is. You're back late, I've been in the dorm, minding my own business. Where's the bad?" She didn't feel that it would help their case to emphasize that Khalla had been breaking rules too. That would probably just make Khalla upset, and an upset Khalla was a Khalla who was likely to go off and do something hairbrained.
Something like alert everyone of Creighton's presence. It just wasn't fair. She'd finally found someone with whom she clicked, and now her roommate was raising holy $*@%. Yes, she'd led her to believe that she was being abused. Yes, she had put on a show. But %$#&#xit;, she had needed to cover up for herself somehow. How she was going to get past this, she didn't know. All she knew was that she was just going to have to try.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:36 pm
"The difference between my going to Rohan's apartment and you being here is that I'm fairly sure Rohan's apartment doesn't have a rule against the opposite sex being there." Her tone sounded a little calmer than it had previously, even if she was still filling it with disdain - for Creighton, for this relationship, for the whole situation.
Sadly, as soon as Creighton threw out that bit about her breaking rules, her cheeks returned to a fiery flush. Her anger was rising again, not aided by Amara babbling about terrorists. Terrorists. She couldn't mouth off at Amara about how stupid that statement was, but she could answer Creighton. And answer him she did, with all of her sudden anger at both things swelling up. "If you want me to think you're innocent, maybe you shouldn't be in my dorm room under suspicious circumstances, breaking rules, with my roommate - who is clearly in no position to date so soon no matter what she thinks."
She glanced back at Amara, flexing her fingers a little as if she were considering pointing or waving her hands frantically just to get her point across. "How am I supposed to know how your last relationship started? For all I know if could have been the same exact way." She frowned, narrowing her eyes just slightly and moved to put one hand on the doorknob. "But at least you didn't hide this one from me the entire time." She yanked the door open then, sparing a glaring glance for Creighton, and propelled herself out into the hallway.
She didn't care what they thought and she was tired of everyone pointing fingers at her over this. She'd be pleased when she graduated and everyone just shut up. As for this, it was completely different in her mind. She wasn't the one that had been abused and was trying to break rules for someone they had apparently just met. Nothing Amara had said was making any of this better, and it showed in the way her feet fell heavily against the dorm hallway on her way out.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:37 pm
"I dunno about that, man. I'm pretty sure that on a scale of bad things, going to a TA's apartment at the dead of night is probably ranked worse than my being here, having my hair braided," and he couldn't quite believe he'd just said that. The boy had instantly noticed that he was taking the brunt of Khalla's anger; both the anger she seemed unwilling to focus on Amara, and the anger she was happily focusing on him. But then again, it didn't seem to be deterring him in whatever decisions he'd already taken; he didn't quite feel he needed the girl's permission to do anything, nor did he feel he needed to be in good graces with her.
Granted, to his credit, he was actually trying. Albeit in his own... rather awkwardly special way, which was not helping the situation at all, really. He was well of that but hey, learning curve here. He felt he deserved points for trying, even if Khalla wasn't particularly willing to give them to him, "Oh, I don't exactly want you to think I'm innocent. Never claimed as much. Human here. Male. Not expecting a damned thing. Just saying that you're jumping to conclusions, are being ... well, not racist, but judgmental, and I had no idea about whatever happened to Amara in the past. She'll fill me in when and if she wants to I guess? That's totally her call. not yours or mine."
Granted, he wasn't exactly expecting an answer, and as Khalla placed her hand on the knob and yanked it open, he took a step back, his hands going up in a mock defense pose once more. He watched in silence as the girl left, and then turned to Amara, "I don't think she likes me much," again, to his credit, he didn't even ask about what had just happened. Instead he motioned, "You want me to leave too? I don't know if it's a good idea to stay here any longer and risk not being able to come around tomorrow because they've sicked security on me."
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:40 pm
"No, I don't think she likes you much at all," Amaravati said, sounding almost sad. "And... I need to tell you what really happened, before you get the wrong idea." She walked over to the door, and closed it, turning to face Creighton. "It's like this..." She lowered her voice just in case Khalla might be lurking about. "Khalla thinks I was in this relationship with a girl. I let her think that because I didn't want her to persist in stalking me about to suss out what I was up to. It was, you know, when I was off on missions, and whatnot."
All Negaverse related. All of it. "She needed some reason that I was always coming home a little beaten up." And really, Amara hadn't had a good reason. "What I told you earlier is the truth. This is my first... well, first everything. Or I hope it will be." Right. She needed to change the subject, or something, because that was a %^#% sight too revealing. "Maybe you should go home. I don't want you to get caught. Can you sneak out now, and make it safely away?"
"I'd like you to be able to come back... though when school's out, I'm going to get an apartment, I think. Just so I don't have to put up with all of this." Or put up with fielding her parents somehow. Her father might not have minded a non-Indian boy so long as he was wealthy, but her mother would never approve. More, since Creighton wasn't well off, neither would her father. Bleh. "Do you maybe want to take a cupcake with you when you head home?" she inquired, sounding almost wistful.
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:41 pm
"Oh," a pause and then, "Oooooooooooh..." well, that made a hell of a lot more sense than what he'd been assuming, and it pretty much showed on his face, "Yeah see, this is why having a bad reputation comes in handy sometimes. No one gives a damn about where you've been, and assumes you got into some back-alley fight or something," then again, it could also be frustrating, as it had proved to be so in the past few minutes, during their encounter with Khalla.
A smirk was offered at her as he motioned to the ring that still hung around his neck, "Give it a try? Can't say we didn't try, even if it fails," that said, he slipped the ring inside his sweater and out of view before turning to face the door, one hand on the knob, "Uh, yeah, I think I should," a pause, "Just out of curiosity. Can she really take care of herself? I really don't want Rho hissing at me for letting her go alone and getting herself killed or something," a pause as he turned the knob but did not yank the door open, "I er... I'll find a way. I don't think there's time to draw a map. And I much rather they catch me outside of this dorm room than inside it."
He was just about to yank the door open when she offered the cupcake and he paused. It didn't take the boy more than half a second to turn his head and offer her a grin, "Cupcake would be great," he'd not had dinner and probably wouldn't, at this rate. Cupcake was perfect, even if it wasn't exactly a balanced diet, "And don't worry. I'll be back. The armada couldn't keep me away. I'd like to see them try."
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Posted: Thu Jul 01, 2010 5:41 pm
Reluctantly, Amaravati sent Creighton off with a cupcake and a kiss, prying Classy off of him when the kitten attempted to come along with. "No, Classy, stay. He'll be back soon, I promise." As she watched Creighton leave, she picked up her cat, and held her in her arms. Bloody school regulations. Bloody Khalla, enforcing school regulations. Next year, she decided, she was not going to have to kick him out ever. And that was that. None of this saying goodbye nonsense, none of this being alone in her dorm ridiculousness. Just a simple, easy evening.
"Goodbye," she called after him, looking and sounding rather forlorn. It wasn't fair, really, but that was the way things were, it seemed. She tugged a little on the earring he'd given her, reminding herself that there was something a bit more solid than hair braiding. Speaking of hair braiding, Creighton had just gone off to go back to Hillworth with ribbons in his hair. "Oh %*#@." Well, next time she'd remember to take them out before he wandered off like that. %*@$it. Maybe he'd take them out before he got there, and nothing would come of it. Maybe.
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