| Title: I don't hate you. -- What?! Time: Saturday, April 10, 2004 The Thespians: Toby Darling and Pascal Curio Location: Scattergood Grounds - Mountain Lake Notes: This is bizarre folks. Bloody bizarre. I'm slightly concerned with where Pascal's character is going after the last few scenes of RP... and concerned in a not good way. But still, RP is RP, and this was hilarious to play. It was about time she snapped. |
+---[ Scattergood Grounds - Mountain Lake ]-----------------------------------+ | | | A crystal-clear mountain lake laps its waters up against its shoreline, | | stretching out in an immense expanse to cover a good portion of land. The | | water's edge holds various terrains, at one point it splashes gently upon a | | sandy beach, another a grassy bank stands a foot above the pool; large | | rocks are scattered here and there to sit upon, including partially | | immersed in the water, as well as large trees of various types that provide | | shading. On the eastern edge of the lake a daunting forest grows right up | | to the tarn's edge, and there visible a small river merges with the lake, | | coming at an odd angle from the north. The dirt path that cuts through the | | area seems to stop about here, becoming so overgrown by grasses that it no | | longer is visible. | | | +-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| Only Toby Darling would be laying out in the sun at the edge of the lake still wearing all of his clothes and school robes. It's a sunny day and he's taking advantage of it. His backpack lays open next to him with several books scattered across the grassy beach. One might mistake him for dead if he wasn't singing to himself. "Jermiah was a bullfrog... was a good friend of mine... joy to the world. All the boyyyyyyyyyyssss. Joy to the fish that're in the deep blue sea. Jooooy to the flea." He does NOT know the words. |
| It's alright Toby, Pascal Curio doesn't know the words either. She strolls casually into the area, on her daily trek through the school grounds. This is actually the second time she's done this, but that's alright. Walking along the grassy bank close enough to the water so that it laps the sides of her boots, Toby's singing is definitely loud enough for Pascal to hear. She catches herself though before she approaches him; this is the first time she's seen him since 'the letter.' So, with more bitterness and sarcasm than usual she walks closer to his body. "Who the hell do you think you are, Frank Sinatra?" Apparently she's got some old taste in music. |
| Toby doesn't need to open his eyes- he knows that voice and can tell which direction it's coming from. Pascal is /obviously/ out to make his day miserable, as always. Normally he might just fire back some sort of an insult, sit there and do nothing, or try to run away... but /today/ is different. Toby doesn't feel like taking the effort (or losing the sunbathing time) to do anything but give Pascal the bird. So he does- right hand held high above his head and a snap at the wrist. -flick- He then lowers his hand and goes back to singing all the wrong words to one of the greatest songs to come out of the 1960's. |
| Well, at least Toby is learning, which is slightly a relief to Pascal, given what she actually thinks about Toby. Having him flip her the bird is enough invitation for her to go and sit herself down next to him. She doesn't sit down yet though, but just stands there listening to Toby sing. All the wrong words. She doesn't know the words, but she knows when the words are wrong, because his combinations are just bizarre. And so, in a little twist, she positions herself so that she's standing right in the way of the sun, and now Toby's no longer sunbathing; rather, he's shadowbathing. In Pascal's shadow. |
| "joy to the witches in the deep blue sea joy to you an..." Toby opens his eyes to look up at Pascal. He sounds a little bit too cheerful to be talking to somebody he just flicked off. "Hi, Pascal! What's up? You're in my sun... do you mind?" |
| "Not at all, Toby," Pascal replies just as cheerfully. You'd expect that the grin on her face wouldn't reach her eyes, but it actually does, amazingly enough. She continues to stand there, towering over Toby's form. After a few moments, and after she crosses her arms in front of her chest, she finally feigns a sheepish expression. "I'm sorry, am I blocking you way?" But of course, she doesn't make any attempt to move, and just continues standing there, smiling away as she looks out at the lake. |
| Toby decides he must take some drastic measures. Rather than fight the pain that is Pascal he simply scoots his bum over to the side about three feet. There's sun over there without Pascal blocking it. "Nope. You're fine." Well, /now/ she's not blocking his light... |
| "Are you sure, Toby?" Pascal continues on, remaining rooted to the spot where Toby no longer is. She shudders suddenly and rubs her arms together (she's probably faking it though). "It's cold over here. Is it warm where you are, Toby?" And with that, she also takes a few steps to the side, and again, stands in Toby's way of the sunshine. This was almost better than hexing him right off the bat. |
| -scoot, scoot- Toby scoots again. "Yup. Nice and sunny and warm." Who's he kidding? It's the mountains of Colorado and it's not the middle of July. Of course it's chilly. |
| -scoot, scoot- Toby scoots again. "Yup. Nice and sunny and warm." Who's he kidding? It's the mountains of Colorado and it's not the middle of July. Of course it's chilly. "I think you just caught a downdraft or something." He knows that Pascal is just going to move toward him again, but had to do the scoot dance anyway. "YOu should really try this some time. It'll help you relax." What's he implying? |
| This could very potentially turn into one of those silent movie sketches in which one character follows the other all throughout a room. Or in this case, along the side of the lake. As Toby scoots, Pascal continues to move to position herself above him, blocking his sun. "But I'm doing right now, Toby. I'm getting all the sun in the world!" Nevermind that it's only on her back, really. She moves closer to him now, the toe of her boot coming ridiculously close to the top of his head. |
| -sigh- "What do you want, Pascal?" He finally opens his eyes again and glares up at her. "To what do I owe the honor of seeing you today? Come to hex me? Well, go ahead. I won't stop you." What's this? Is Toby finally catching on to the fact that what makes it fun for Pascal is watching him struggle? Or is he just being his usual dense self? |
| Pascal's face takes on an expression that a four year old might have after her parents tell her that she's not allowed to have any sweets before her meal. And so, with an equally childish whine she says, "Why do I always have to /want/ something before I can come and visit you people?" A fake pout now ensues, and she plops down on the grass next to Toby, giving him all the sun in the world that he'd like. "What if I just want to say /hi/? What I don't actually /want/ to hex you? I left my wand in my dorm, thank you." She lies, but he doesn't have to know that, yet. But even if Toby is rather dense today, here's hoping that he notices that she's probably in a better mood than she should be, given the so-called, bet. |
| "Because you've never just stopped by to say 'hi' to me, Pascal. You're always up to something." Toby apparently /isn't/ just being dense. Maybe he really is catching on to her. He closes his eyes again and soaks up some sun. "And I doubt you really left your wand behind. It's a bad idea for any wizard or witch to go anywhere without their wand. Even at school... hex away." |
| "It's no fun if you're not going to go without a struggle Toby," Pascal says, her voice growing dark, but she removes the elusive wand from her robe regardless, giving it a twirl in her fingers. "But, you know, if you're really all up for a hex, I'm definitely more than happy to comply. I haven't been able to practice my hexes and charms as much as I would have liked to, I'm /sure/ you sympathize of course." A pause and she tilts her head, raising her wand and bringing it down to tap it on Toby's forehead. "What'll it be, Fluffy? Want your teeth enlarged? Boils on your face? I can give you a big fat wart on your nose, complete with hair and everything." She's leaned herself closer now and hisses at him. |
| "If it's no fun for you then you're not going to do it. I'm on to you, Pascal. You're not going to push me around anymore." Toby opens his eyes again and sits up, facing her. "Find somebody else to pick on because I'm not going to make it fun for you anymore." So there. |
| Pascal leans back with a slightly dumbfounded 'what the hell is going on here' look on her face. It's like aliens have suddenly come and abducted her favorite playthings! Alas, she knew the day would come. She tucks the wand back into her robe and looks at Toby. "What's up your ass today, Fluffy? Got up on the wrong side of the bed?" She'd like to make a crack about his girlfriend, but really, what girlfriend? She's trying to look like she wants to glower at him, but really, she's estatic on the inside that he's actually trying to stick up for himself. |
| "Nothing is up my ass, Pascal. And I'm not fluffy." Toby's tone is serious- not his usual goofy or whiny. "You've had your fun playing your mindgames with me. Play time is over. You've tilted the pinball machine." (Yes, Toby knows pinball. He's actually quite good at it. He spent half his summer at the arcade, actually.) "You enjoy tricking me into doing stuff. I don't enjoy being tricked and I'm not going to let you do it anymore. So, um... yeah. What did you really come out here for?" |
| Pascal's talked to so many people that she can't even remember who she told what. Or she's just got a really selective memory. And where did Toby learn to talk like that? "I don't even know if I told you, or Lien, or whoever the hell..." she trails off a bit and blows a strand of hair out of her face. "You think I treat you poorly because you let me treat you poorly. If you actually fucking... stood up for yourself once in a while, /Toby/." Pascal quirks an eyebrow and just rolls her eyes. "I'm here because I go to school here, smartass. You know, you tend to run into other students at a /school/. Don't flatter yourself to think that I came looking for you." |
| "It's not your job to teach me to stand up for myself, Pascal. Don't /you/ flatter yourself to think you're important enough to do that." Toby starts to get just a bit upset. "Treat me poorly because I let you? No, you treat /everyone/ poorly because they /all/ let you. Well /I'M/ not going to let you anymore. If you don't like that, find some other kid to teach your message of 'fucking standing up for yourself.'" |
| "What, you're just going to miraculously teach yourself to stand up for yourself, Toby?" Pascal's other eyebrow raises at his profanity, and a smirk curves her lips, which probably only serves to fuel Toby's anger. She gives her head a shake. "Fine. I treat /everyone/ poorly because they /all/ let me." Pascal's not even sure where he was going with that one, but she doesn't argue. She rolls her eyes slightly and just watches the boy seethe, and seethe and seethe. Such raw anger. As with every other time someone blows up at her, Pascal keeps strangely calm. "So what, now I'm supposed to leave? Just because you tell me to?" No thanks. |
| "Did you ever think that maybe I'm not the weak one? Maybe I /am/ standing up for myself?" Toby has calmed a bit. "I don't go around hexing people and getting them to embarrass themselves just for kicks. Why do you do it? Why do you feel the need to make people miserable? Why did you pick /me/ to make miserable?" |
| "GEESUS FUCKING CHRIST, TOBY DARLING!" Pascal suddenly explodes, her entire face growing white, and her eyes widening to the point where a small white ring is around her eyes. "Where the FUCK do you get off, huh? FUCK. YOU!" She jumps up from her spot on the ground and just continues to freak out. Apparently Toby's hit some sort of weird button, but she's not telling what it is, so here's hoping he can figure out. "When the FUCK did I /ever/ call you weak? Huh? When the /fuck/ did I ever say any of that SHIT?" She takes a very deep breath and her face continues to stay rather while, but her eyes narrow just slightly. "You don't know me, just like I don't know you." And her hexes, well... she's not even going to address that. "I do what I do, for good reason, and no fucking thing you say can justify that." |
| I don't hate you. -- What?! (Part 2) |
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