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 Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 9:58 pm
If there was one day in which she would wish didn't exist, Esen would have to rank 'a few days ago' as that one.
After that incident regarding a green monstrosity of a corpse which could make some people throw up at the sight of it (and according to Mr. D., was actually a baby bird), she walked back to her dormitory and planned to get ready for bed (yes, it was about four to five hours earlier than normal, but what else could happen if she stayed in for the night?).
After she tried to shower the stench away, she recieved a scalding call that chastised her for tardiness from the GSA meeting and forcing them to postpone due to her paperwork, which was also tardy. The meeting was to be held again in two days, the same time, and if she wasn't around within 10 minutes after the time, she would say goodbye to her rank within the group and have to restart at the bottom rung.
Oh, and there were clothes left in the washer, so she was unable to wash her out-of-school clothing as well. The printer ran out of ink from the last pile of papers she printed and she had to use the computer classroom's printer the day after...
All in all, the week seemed like it would become her most miserable.
Now she was going back to the building in which she was supposed to go for the meeting last time, but Esen took the long way around instead (just in case there were really stinky 'baby birds' in that bush still, she had a headache now and that smell wouldn't help it) and went at a slower pace (to avoid tripping over people in the grass).
A cat was in the way of her makeshift 'path', and while she stood and waited for the cat to move, he caught sight of her, and walked over as she was about to go around him. The cat was now directly in front of her feet, staring up at her while mewing.
Esen was unsure how, exactly, this stray actually liked humans rather than attacking them, but after checking that yes, she did have time to spare, knelt down to pet him. Maybe the cat had been microchipped and lost its collar, and if she gained its favor, perhaps she could take it to the vet and reunite the cat with its owner, or help it get a new home.
Of course, she didn't know that his 'owner' was a student on the campus either.
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 10:44 pm
Bartholomew... why. What was wrong with you. Why did you keep doing this?!
Sue was not far off - close enough to see, at least, that the lapcat was breaking the rules. Again. The second time in so many days! Once, it had been understandable. He was a needy cat who liked people, and the constraints Sue had put on him made him lonely. Twice, though... now he was just challenging authority. And it was going to get him killed, if Sue didn't put an end to it.
He steeled himself. It was one thing to talk like a cat; it was another thing to act like one. This was going to have to be quick, brutal, and indisputable.
"Bartholomew." The loving cat suddenly hunched down, ears flipped back. Sue stepped purposefully forward, his gaze stabbing down at the feline. "Come. Here." As if Sue's tone weren't enough to communicate that the cat was in trouble, he jabbed his finger down toward the ground at his feet. He barely even glanced at the person who was giving the cat so much attention - she didn't matter, and if she knew what was good for her, she'd be clearing out, fast.
Reluctantly obedient, Bartholomew abandoned his post as the center of Esen's attention and slinked half the distance to Sue, unwilling to go any closer to him before he dropped down, making himself low and unimposing, crying pathetically. He wasn't doing anything bad, promise, he'd just been saying hi...!
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2009 11:39 pm
What she said to the cat - "I wonder why you like people, and you don't run" - was luckily out of Sue's earshot, being spoken in a whipser. After Esen said that, though, Bartholomew slunk away, continuing in the opposite direction of where she was going. In a slightly higher volume while getting up, gaze locked on the cat, she went "Maybe you don't like-"
As she saw a pair of feet attached to red-plaid trousers (like she wore herself) a few feet past the now-submissive feline, Esen realized that her thoughts were wrong, as the cat had an owner. Farther up, she saw a masculine-looking face with a pale complexion. He (well, she sort of assumed it was a male) had deep blue hair pulled back into a bun, which, while not looking like it took as much effort as her signature pointed buns to create, looked a bit unusual. This guy seemed to be rather cross with his cat, and for what, interacting with another human being?!
Deciding to hold back her 'anger' look and tone right now, she stuck with her typical stone face, and spoke in a bored tone, "Hello, sir. You should really get a collar for him." Giving a limp wave, she left the distance between herself and Sue be, though not giving any more to the navy-haired male or the cat that was cheerful until he showed up for him.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 12:30 am
"Don't be a stupid jerk, he's not my cat."
Sue said the words, but that didn't mean he didn't project a certain possessiveness, nor that he didn't feel a breach of territory from this fumbling other. These things being true, however, did not mean that his attention was diverted in the least from the task at hand.
A few steps closed the distance between him and Bartholomew, and his hand gripped the cat's neckscruff with practiced easy. Scoop him up quickly, support him with your other hand, flop him onto his back and hold him there, force eye contact. The motion looked savage, and Bartholomew's yiping mewl at being manhandled disappeared into a confused growl. He only met Sue's gaze for about two seconds, before struggling to break the contact.
Sue let him go then. Bartholomew only got about two paces away before dropping and rolling over, showing his belly properly this time. "No more of this, then," Sue told the cat in an irritated tone. A low, desperate purr cued up, Bartholomew's way of lavishing Sue with apologies and promises.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 3:28 am
Esen tried to give her rage time to recede like the tides, but the emotional tsunami had already started within her. In the calmest manner she could, she took a glass-cleaning cloth out of her cardigan pocket with her right hand, using her left to take off her eyeglasses, a smirk coming to her face as she proceeded to clean the lenses with her eyes squinted, almost to the point of being shut, towards Sue.
"Oh, my, I'm the jerk? If you saw that same cat interacting with other felines, would you still scruff him, which you did just now only because he was at my feet, in my way?" A sarcastic laugh came to her throat and escaped. "Also, if he's really not your cat, then whomever owns him still should get him a microchip, at least, if not a collar. They, unlike you, might actually appreciate the fact that their cat can deal with human strangers without fight-or-flight tendencies. Or maybe he's not a cat, an animal that lives and breathes like any other, in your eyes. Perhaps he's a tool that keeps the vermin away?" At her last sentence, she put her glasses back onto her face, olive eyes opening to show an almost maniacal quality to them.
Sue had pushed Esen much too far, and she certainly wasn't going to stop if he kept supporting discipline for positively interacting with humans!
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 3:19 pm
Esen, apparently, was on a mission to prove the stupid bit of Sue's off-handed comment. Certainly, if she thought that the dominance game she was paying witness to had anything to do with her, she was ******** dreaming.
This, very specifically, was the one thing Sue didn't like about Barren Pines. The egos. The self-centrism. Every god-danged person here thought that everyone else breathed and talked and moved for them, couldn't imagine a world where things might just go on as normally as they ever did without their divine presence. And the fact that she was using her inflated sense of importance to try and tell him what he was doing, what he thought, well....
Fortunately, Sue knew just the right way to answer such demands. He rolled back to sit on the ground, not much caring if it got dirt on his uniform. Bartholomew took this as an invitation to get back onto his feet, where he began promptly grooming away at his back. "I'm sorry," Sue answered with sweet insincerity, "and who the heck might you be, cupcake?"
Sure, he knew the name. Esen. They were the same age, shared a couple of the same classes. But if she was going to throw a holier-than-thou shitfit about how he was clearly discriminating at her because Bartholomew had been at her feet, then he was going to knock her ego down a few pegs.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 4:57 pm
Esen was still holding composure... by a thread on its way to snapping. If she was able to read his thoughts, she would have laughed at his stupidity. No, wait. Sue was partly correct about the 'egotistical' side of her, just not exactly. On regularly scheduled life in a normal mood, she saw herself as an equal to most of the students, and not above the majority (unless you count a few, actual idiots that never should have passed through the filter of Barren Pines admissions officers).
All her tact went out the damn window when she was in a mood like this, though. As well as everything else other than the kitchen sink, which in either mood, she wasn't that strong to lift it out and toss it - she tried and failed. Rather than answer semi-truthfully and tell him her 'name' was Quinn, she joined him in his game, anger perilously close to seething.
"You already have a goddamn name for me and we haven't even got acquainted? I guess you don't even need to know my name, then, since you've already gave me one! I ought to give you a nick-name, too, sweetie-pie. I always return favors, after all!"
There would be reprecussions as a result of this, Esen knew it deep-down. As long as he wasn't the type to beat anyone up, she didn't care. The sophomore had definitely had her fair share of being shunned, and knew how to handle that. Not so much experience in physical altercations, though.
Esen was not only taking her attention off the cat and his plight, but off the task at hand, which was 'get to the GSA meeting on time or within ten minutes after so she's not out of her club rank.' With this system, it would be about five minutes before she would be considered 'not terribly late, but still late.' Ten minutes after that, and her higher-than-neophyte rank would be stripped from her.
If Sue knew what she was supposed to be doing, he'd definitely see her as 'stupid:' She got distracted from an intended, time-sensitive objective that has to be done by a silly cat, and start arguing with a brash boy who, while claiming the feline is not his, has a mother-child relationship with it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 5:24 pm
Oh, this was the way it was going, was it? Stupid little names. Like Sue wasn't used to having those. Fine, then. Sue was willing to bet he had at least ten times "Cupcake's" experience in being a snarly son of a b***h - though on stubbornness, who could tell, they might well be tied?
"Oh, I got a lot of names for you already," he informed her with a tight, menacing grin. Draping one arm over his knee, Sue shrugged. "Only thing is, most of them aren't that good for the ears of polite company."
Bartholomew flicked his tail, glanced upwards and mewed. The air of impending conflict was starting to get to the loving cream boy, and he wasn't sure what he could do to alleviate it. Fortunately, he wasn't going to be dragged into this people-conflict; "Oh, beat it, you," Sue instructed him in a mild tone, and the cat gladly did as he was told.
Sue smirked. "There, that takes care of any polite company. At least he's discreet about licking his own butt, after all. So really, cupcake, is that how you get your lips so green? Because God knows that this didn't have a damn thing to do with you until you shoved in and made it your business."
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 6:20 pm
"My business, eh?" Esen started to put her hand on her chin in a thoughtful manner, but this was only for a short time, for extra effect to her next words.
"Well, while I'll admit the company was, as you said, polite - even more so than you, if you would like me to be truly honest - the cat approached me. I was on the middle of taking a stroll around the school." This was a lie, but if she told him the truth as to where she was going and what she was doing, he'd have a lot more fuel to add to his fire, especially since she was not a gender-oddity, as she preferred to put it. Before continuing, she took her hand off her chin. "Then your - oh, I totally forgot it's not yours, sweetie-pie, I'll just say that it's the cat - moved towards me as I was ready to move around him. It was mewing up a storm, and being acquainted with you, I can see clearer than through freshly clean windows the reason why!" Her tone definitely became more astringent when she spoke of Bartholomew not being 'Sue's' cat, and simply 'the' cat, and throughout the last sentence, rose to the volume of an 'outdoor voice.' Luckily Esen wasn't screaming her lungs out at him.
Then he just had to make a cut at the usual makeup she used. You wanted to cut down your opponent's looks? I'll roll with that, she thought.
"Maybe my lips look ridiculously green, which I find as a good thing since I'm actually choosing to express myself. At least I don't constantly wear a bad-a**-bitchy attitude every single day as if it's a fashionable classic - that sort of look is way harder to change than clothing, eh? I'm only stooping to your level because, for some reason, you don't get any information retained when someone speaks more intelligently, riiiiight?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 6:38 pm
"Really? Because your face couldn't scream b***h louder to me than if you had it stamped on your forehead," Sue replied, the smile wiping from his face. She thought she knew so damn much, didn't she? She didn't have the first clue what had just gone on between him and "the cat" - whose name she didn't even know, for crying out loud! - and yet she seemed so happy to speculate and assume. What, she didn't get that it was dangerous for Bartholomew to be greeting people like that? That there were people in this world who'd do bad things to a friendly stray? Or was she just trying to distract him from the thought, make it seem like she was the sort of person who would never do something like that?
With that thought, he began taking the game more seriously. Hoisting himself up to his feet, Sue drew himself to his full height in order to scoff down at her. "And stooping to my level? Please. You've got to stand on tippy-toe just to get close! What makes you think you're so damn good? Welcome to Barren Pines, cupcake - you're no more special than any other god-damned student here." He thrust out his chin and sniffed. "And most of the rest don't look like they're molding from a distance, either."
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 7:55 pm
"Maybe you don't know this, All Mighty God of being a b*****d, but I tend to act like a mirror when I'm angry. Mirrors reflect, and, since you don't seem to get a word I'm saying, I'll simply tell you 'You act like a b***h toward me, and I'll act like a b***h toward you,' and hope the hell you understand this little tidbit about Cupcake."
Time was ticking along; Esen was about five minutes late to the meeting. Another five, and she would be downgraded two ranks.
"I was not speaking of literal height, so I could still look down upon you if I had to. Also, sweetie-pie, you act like you're the goddamn Earth, thinking the solar system is geocentric, when really, it's heliocentric. You have no ability to give any form of life, like the Sun is able to. As a matter of fact, the Earth has been molding in its own way recently, so you might want to be careful if you don't want death." At this point, her tone seemed condescending as well as angered.
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 10:44 pm
When someone started whipping out big, unnecessary words in a dirt-throwing contest, there was only one way for things to go: Downhill. Fast.
"... Do you have any idea how <******** lame you sounded just then?" Sue was laughing - yes, laughing, full of disbelief. "God, good God almighty, preserve me! Do you feel better now? Got your smart girl panties twisted up just right? Jesus, Cupcake! Be careful if you don't want death... oh man oh man, you might be right, because this is killing me!"
He hadn't stopped laughing yet. It might be a while, in fact.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 9:38 am
Esen was a smart girl, she knew it (if only due to her grades in the school). Bringing up her panties, though, was a move uncalled for in her book. He also found the audacity to laugh about those comments. If he didn't already have most of the whole human world against him by choice, he'd eventually find out how much of a bruised ego he'd get. Then again, maybe that's why he minced up anybody in his way to make himself seem... well, better than everyone else. Hypocrite.
However, Esen was about to become a hypocrite herself, ready to throw an insult at him regarding his boxers - when her little electronic planner started to cry out a beep every 3 seconds to tell her 'you missed the meet, n00b.'
"Damn it!" Esen hissed, turning off the alarm ringing in her pocket. In an attempt to make eye contact with Sue, she gave him a small piece of her mind before she left.
"Well, thank you for enlightening me to the fact that not only am I lame, but that you can't afford to get a life." As Esen walked past him, Sue could hear a fading "And to be polite, you really should go masturbate with yourself." People did use the word '********' nowadays to denote such behavior, so she figured she'd burn him once more on her way out with her choice of wording. Hopefully he'll learn a lesson. Hopefully.
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Posted: Fri Nov 13, 2009 12:59 pm
Sue was certain to be taught a lesson someday, but it wouldn't be today. Gentlemanly as he was, he did not dispute her attempt at getting the last word. He simply chuckled after her, letting his self-satisfied grin be the last thing she saw as she hurried off, his laughter chase her away.
Today had been another good day in the life of Sue. Or at least, it hadn't sucked as bad as it could've, which was about the same thing these days. Pulling himself together and regaining his composure, Sue struck off to continue his business, in a much lighter mood now than he had been.
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