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 Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 4:42 pm
There were two things in this world that Robin couldn't leave alone: Alphabetized bookshelves, and mysterious notes.
She had been doing her God-given duty in the school library, taking advantages of breaks in the librarians' patrol sweeps to switch books around from one place to another until they were helplessly out of order, when something had dropped out of the cover of some hulking tome ("Southeast Asian Historical Climatology: The Definitive Edition" - did people actually read boring things like this?) Dropping the book off in the nearby Medieval cultures and religions section, she set about investigating this odd loot immediately. When she found a piece of sheet paper that had been covered with obnoxiously unreadable scrawls, she became excited. Clutching the page against her chest, she'd sprang up to her feet and hurried from the library - much to the relief of the overworked staff, no doubt.
Later, when Robin came to deduce that it was not, in fact, depicting an alien language, she'd mellowed out a little - but still, she was intrigued. A note like this, you know, it could say anything. She could be holding onto a love confession, or, or a world domination plan! It could even be the final will and testament of a Senshi victim - it sure looked like it'd been scrawled in a hurry, after all! The possibilities in front of her were literally endless, like the first step of an adventure--
If only she could read the handwriting!
But after a time, Robin came to accept that this was simply not her area of expertise. She couldn't crack the illegible script; she needed to find someone to do it for her. Thus did it come that the pink-haired sophomore would be standing in the hallway between third and fourth period, waving her precious find in the faces of anyone and everyone that came passing by -- "Hey! Hey, can you read this? No? Okay, you! Can you make this out? Awww...."
Here came hurrying by an older girl, now, with long ribbons in her hair. If Robin had been more social-conscious, she might have shied away from pestering this senior in the halls - but of course, that wasn't Robin's style. So the short girl bounced right up to the older girl, standing right in her path, and held up the paper. "Hey! I'm trying to find someone who can read this writing. Will you take a look? Pleeeeeease?" Robin batted her eyelashes a couple times, just to be sure that she looked sufficiently needy. Surely, her request wouldn't be refused?
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 7:21 pm
Southeast Asian Historical Climatology: The Definitive Edition had been awesome. It had, in fact, been the sort of once-in-a-lifetime awesome that rarely, if ever, happened in the school library. It had been mindblowing. If she'd ever gotten to have sex with her first and only boyfriend, Aggie was pretty sure she would've been able to make a better comparision.
As it was she had to settle for 'fantalasticawesomilicious'; it might've been made-up, but she felt that it just about the only thing that could properly describe it without using unsavoury words like 'orgasmic' or '******** mindblowing'.
It was, apparently, the sort of fantalasticawesomilicious that made you forget the notes you'd painstakingly spent hours (okay, minutes) writing to yourself. If this'd just been another one of Aggie's regular, lazy notes ('dont frget the loundry') this would not have been such a crisis - she was sure that, eventually, she'd have remembered the laundry anyway. But this was not one of those notes; no, this was one of those notes, the ones she'd been keeping on her experiments with senshi physiology (not the dirty kind of experimenting, honestly - the 'how far can I jump in these heels oh s**t'-kind).
It wouldn't be too bad if it was just for keeping track of her results - she had those stashed away in a notebook at home, too - if it wasn't because she was pretty sure she'd had the note before she returned Southeast Asian Historical Climatology on the first lunch break.
Which meant, logically, that she'd lost the note somewhere in the school. The note which clearly indicated she could jump two meters higher than anyone should ever be allowed to. This was awful; what if someone found it? What if someone read it? What if someone was an undercover Negaverse officer?
So yeah, Aggie was panicking pretty badly as she made her way back towards the school library, fully intent on retracking the day's steps (come hell or high water). This was probably why it took nearly half a minute for her to stop blinking and actually react when a short (extremely short, to the tall redhead) girl bounded up to her. with. her. note. in. hand.
"Um, t-take a look at what?" No reason to panic; just keep calm, and try not to look at the paper. If you can't see it, it isn't there. Yep. Thaaat's it.
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 8:04 pm
Robin was not stupid. The second that Aggie seemed to magically not know what the hell she was being asked about when Robin was practically shoving the note right up her nose, she knew that something was up. And there were only two possibilities that came to mind. One: The paper that Robin was holding up was printed on official government paper which, akin to exploding messages in James Bond flicks, spontaneously disintegrated after a set amount of time. But wait, no, Robin could see that the note was still intact in her hands. Therefore, the only remaining possibility was....
"Awww, c'mon! You're not gonna start acting all snobby like those other senior jerks, are you?" Hovering to the side of the paper, Robin's face wrinkled downwards in supreme disappointment. Aggie wouldn't be the first upperclassman who, confronted with one of Robin's antics, simply pretended not to see what she was talking about - but that didn't mean that Robin was going to let her get away with it!
It wasn't time for recriminations yet, though; Robin had ways of getting people on her side, and Aggie seemed like she might be receptive to a bit of guilty manipulation. "You're not like that, I can tell," the girl declared, suddenly smiling again. Not that Robin had any way to know what Aggie was or wasn't like, of course; but she always found that if you treated someone like the person you wanted them to be - nice or brave or considerate - they were more likely to slip into that role, just because. "I have to figure out what this says for my English class, or I'm totally sunk. It'll just take a couple seconds! Please just take a look for me?"
And if Aggie wouldn't respond to that sweetly-worded request, Robin might start pulling a bit of muscle into her next attempt. Girls with long pretty hair usually didn't want to anger hotheaded pranksters that carried scissors in their backpacks, after all....
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Posted: Wed Feb 24, 2010 10:03 am
Aggie started at the mention of snobbery; that was the last thing you'd ever want to get a reputation of when on a perpetual friend-making mission. She tensed automatically, ready to defend herself (with what'd no doubt turn out to sound like a desperate, all-the-more incriminating plea of innocence) when the short girl continued her needling.
"Oh, um, thanks. I think?" She fidgeted slightly, looking more befuddled than anything else. She was shifting through emotions fast, and Aggie wasn't the sort of girl who knew how to hide her facial expressions. Rather the opposite, in fact - if Aggie felt something, it was worn on her sleeve. It made her a lousy liar, but an easy friend to read.
She was blushing now and starting to relax, still avoiding to look at the note in question - right up until English class came up. Now, Aggie wasn't the sharpest crayon in the box; as crayons went, she probably wasn't even the most colourful. But even she knew when something was up, and she was pretty sure that her note on senshi stamina coming up in the curriculum of her most hated class counted as 'something is up'.
"Really." Uncharacteristically deadpan, but the other girl was lying to her and lying was a Bad Thing, "And w-why don't you just read it then?" It wasn't like it was the Enigma code or anything, seriously, she'd even written it in her nicest hand possible.
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Posted: Thu Feb 25, 2010 2:26 pm
Why didn't she just read it instead? Did Aggie really just ask that?! Robin's face turned distinctly sour - brow nearly a straight line, mouth quirked into a tight little "v" of discontent.
"Just look at it!" Robin insisted, trying to push the paper into the senior girl's face. "Now, my own handwriting is pretty much crap, I'll admit, but this! LOOK AT THIS! It looks like a preschooler tried tracing their teacher's cursive, and then their old sibling in kindergarten looked at what they wrote and tried to correct it for them! Look right here," and Robin's finger pressed against one character in particular, "I am pretty damn sure that this is supposed to be a "d", but whoever wrote this wrote it backwards! How am I supposed to work with that?!"
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 5:33 am
She gaped. Wha- preschooler?! She was so not! That was some fine handwriting right there and if the other girl couldn't see it then, well, well!, poo on her! "It is so NOT! It's perfectly clear, s-see?" She pointed a finger at the word with said backwards d, "Look, it clearly s-says 'roof'! Clearly! And this i--" oh, um, s**t - she totally wasn't supposed to say that, was she? Gosh darnit, Aggie was already eyeing the hallway for potential escape routes. Would anyone mind if she just bowled the midget over and stole the note?
[[HI, sorry for being so damn lame and slow and ARGH RL has been killing me slowly, but hopefully no more!, so, yay, back? <33 ]]
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Posted: Fri Mar 19, 2010 8:48 am
"Roof?" Robin was practically pressing the note against her nose now, and crossing one eye. If she squinted a little more - rotated the paper twenty-three degrees to the left....
"OH MY GOD IT DOES," she gasped, stunned by the epiphany. "That's totally roof! I can see it! Oh my god, it's just like you know, all those visual puzzles with the black and white and squiggle lines and if you stare at it it all looks like it's moving, but it works, holy crap!"
Then her attention flitted back up again. Robin was beaming, with the note clasped one-handed to her chest, offering out a handshake with her other hand. "My name's Robin, and I gotta come clean - this doesn't have anything to do with English class. I just found the note in a book, and I was really curious about what it said. But since you can read it, do you think you could help me? It could be a lot of fun, you know!"
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Posted: Tue Mar 30, 2010 2:06 pm
She tried for offended, but really, speechless resignation came much easier to Aggie.
"I'm Aggie. I, uh, figured it wasn't for English." She smiled, slightly hesitant, and shook the other girl's hand. "And, um, sure I could.. I g-guess."
Because if the girl really was curious enough to accost people in the hallway, then she was gonna continue trying to decipher the note no matter what Aggie answered - at least this way she could try to minimalize the damage. If Robin really couldn't read the note and she supposedly could, well, there was no harm in fibbing a bit, was there?
Although she was a really (really) bad fibber, but you took what you could and made do with it. Or so her oft-neglected and ignored sense of logic told her.
"D'you have somewhere we could s-sit down or something? Because standing in the hallway is sort of, you know, awkward." She gestured largely to indicate the rush of people still going to and fro.
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Posted: Sun Apr 18, 2010 11:51 pm
Robin followed the gesture with her eyes, and found herself in agreement. There was no telling who might be eavesdropping, after all; who might be spying on their mysterious note, who might try preventing its reading. Because of course, in Robin's mind, this couldn't be any ordinary note - it had been hidden in that book for a reason, by golly, and with Aggie at her side, they'd crack the secrets in no time!
Wrapping her mind around the problem of location, Robin hmmmed, shifting her weight restlessly as she thought. "Can't go to the library," she muttered - that would be the first place a potential spy would go looking for them, the place that the note had been found. "Lunchroom's crowded, too. So how about... you know classroom one-thirteen, right? Let's go there!"
There was that look in Robin's eyes; the glint of adventure, or mischief. Any Meadowviewer worth their salt knew about classroom 113, of course. Teachers and students alike had a tendency to avoid it; it was, some liked to say, haunted. Walking the hall outside it, the air ran cold. The floors were dingy and creaked unexpectedly, despite having no particular accumulation of age, and among the many rumors flying around about the room, it was said that if someone should spend an entire night studying there, the devil would appear and make them a deal.
It was total bunk, of course. Probably. But at the very least, it would be well deserted; they could confer there in peace.
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Posted: Mon May 17, 2010 1:05 pm
Aggie paled - of course she'd heard of classroom 113. Everyone had. Even transfer students with a spotty memory and a voided death certificate; it was a stable of locker-room talk and giggling, teenage girls trying to scare each other silly. And as far as scared teenage girls went, Aggie felt pretty qualified at the moment.
"Do we, uh, have to use that r-room? Isn't there, um, any place else?" She looked a bit desperate, "Any?"
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Posted: Wed May 19, 2010 9:22 pm
What was this? An upperclassman, afraid? Robin couldn't help herself - a grin lept onto her face. "No place better," she asserted, "but don't worry! That room's all rumors, no substance. I'd know about it if it weren't - trust me!"
Robin was still grinning. It was hard to say whether she appeared particularly trustable at that moment, or whether she was simply amused by the situation. Whatever the case, though, she was determined on this course of action. They would go to the mysterious room 113, decode the mysterious note, and what happened then, well - a mystery!
The girl began to walk ahead for the stairwell. "Coming?"
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