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 Posted: Fri Jan 14, 2011 8:56 pm
Pride was anything but prideful that day.
She'd been thoroughly exhausted most of the morning, not having slept the night before. Her blonde hair was less fabulous than usual, and she was too busy worrying about upcoming homework and a possible letter or phone call from her parents to even bother. The nagging feeling that something was coming up didn't leave her be, and while Truth or Dare kept her mind off of things, Lilith reminded her of them constantly. It was tough work being an avarice demon! Carry needed a break, and badly. So, she took up her botany book and set out for somewhere quiet and away from prying eyes so she could study and perhaps take a nap. She could enjoy the peace and quiet that Amityville had to offer.
The school grounds were relatively clean and tidy (and still kept within the Halloween aesthetic, which Carthusia was impressed about) and while her heels crossed the paved walkway, she took in the sights. It was a rather nice school, and she was happy she could be here with people she knew (and some people she didn't!) Book in hand, the demon wandered from place to place, looking for a suitable tree for leaning, when she spotted The Perfect Tree in the distance. Happy as a clam, she strutted towards it with ease, only to find someone else had occupied it.
A familiar snoring sound crept to her ears as she stepped around the gnarled trunk of the Creeping Willow to find one Sloth demon, curled up in a pile of limbs, clothing layers and other oddities. He had a way of picking up things as he traveled from napping spot to napping spot.
Sitting down beside him, Carthusia smiled. "Don't work too hard now, Barth."
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 7:21 pm
"Never do," Barth said. If Carry looked closely, wicked, black thorns had started to creep up the base of the tree and possessively around some of the oddities.
They were not creeping now, since Carry had settled down, and looked still and harmless.
Nasty points aside.
Barth was relaxed and well-rested. He had severe bed-head, but nothing more sleeping couldn't rearrange. Things with Lilith seemed okay, and he had no impending sense of anything besides homework, which he planned to weasel out of anyway. Life as a sloth demon, apparently, was not tough work. If it ever became tough work, they weren't very good sloth demons.
He opened one eye.
"What's up?" He nodded briefly to the textbook she was holding. "...Any good?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2011 7:59 pm
The blonde shook her head. Good, Barth was just the same as always. It was comforting to know consistency, and Barth could give it to you in spades. She patted him on the shoulder and smiled. He would never know how grateful she was to have him around. She stretched her legs and opened the botany book on them, only halfheartedly reading (or in this case, looking at the pictures). "Nothing much, I guess." Carthusia explained, a frown plastered on her face. Something kept nagging at her - it was a blind spot in her memory she couldn't shake, and she doubted anyone could help. Even Lilith didn't know how she ended up at the restaurant with the boy nicknamed Steve.
She shifted her position a bit, minding the sharp barbs Barth always produced when he sat still for long periods of time. Even that was consistent too. Carry tilted her head and bit and looked down at him. "I dunno if botany's my thing. Still, I learned what herbs we should steer clear of. Don't go anywhere near southernwood. It'll mess you up..." Okay, so she learned something in that class. Still, it didn't spark her interest in the slightest. She felt almost... bad about that, like she was wasting the professor's time. Thankfully it was her parents paying for the education, not her!
"Hey Barth...? Do you... think I could ask you for some... advice?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 8:36 pm
"Ah. Assigned reading," he said, knowingly. He was all for some leisure reading, but the moment it became an assignment, all the motivation dropped right out from under him.
It looked like Carry wasn't feeling very motivated either, which he thought was a healthy step in the right direction.
"I considered botany. Plants, you know, I think I have a sort of a vague affinity with them. And there are some phospherous demons on my mom's side, which is vaguely biological. The class workload looked...err, heavier than I would like, though. Noted about southernwood."
When she asked him for advice, he said, "Err, if you like. I don't mind." People usually didn't ask him for advice. He wasn't very good at it. He'd gotten people killed, before. But it probably wouldn't do too much harm.
...Probably.
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 8:54 pm
"Glad you don't mind. You're a right good guy, Barth, and I mean that in the most... leisurely of ways."
That was Pride's attempt at complimenting Sloth in a way that would actually be a compliment to him, but she frowned again. No idea if it had the effect she was going for, but whatever. Carry idly traced a finger through her book and leaned back on the tree. Her shoulders were heavy from delving too deeply into her mind the past few days, and she'd lost sleep over it. She looked it too, with bags forming under her eyes that Barth would be downright proud of. Oh how the tides had turned.
She adjusted her shoulders, looking out across the expanse of the campus. How could she word this? Was anyone else (aside from a ghost, but her case was unique) having this problem? She vaguely remembered a time when she was attending classes her at the school, but then something happened with Lilith and the next thing she knew, she was in a restaurant and it was on fire. That was all she had to go on, though, and no amount of effort seems to produce results.
Carthusia sighed. "Have you ever wanted to remember something really important, but couldn't? Like it was the most important thing in the world and you desperately want to remember what it was... but it feels like no matter what you do, you can't retrieve it." The female shook her head. "What would you do? How would you try to get it back?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2011 9:15 pm
Barth could not ever say he had felt that way. He forgot things, occasionally, that came back to bite him, but the nagging sensation usually got demoted to a vague probably not important section of his priorities list.
"If it was really important," he said, "I'd let it come to me, and not worry about it in the mean time. They usually do come to you, you know. The important things."
Letting things fall into your lap also meant having a lap available, and knowing what to take advantage of. The art of waiting. Were he so inclined, he could probably write a book about it.
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Posted: Sat Feb 05, 2011 1:22 pm
Carthusia tapped her chin at Barth's suggestion. Maybe it would be a better idea to wait and see what happened, especially if no amount of effort yielded any results. How embarrassing and frustrating. She closed the book in her lap and leaned back against the tree, content to just sit there for a while and ponder something other than the gaping hole in her memory. Maybe Barth was right - if it was important, it would eventually come back to her. She had more important things to do in the meantime.
"I think I'll do just that. Thank you. And how have you been?"
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