| Title: I don't hate you. -- What?! (Part 2) 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. | | | +-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| Apparently Toby really /has/ hit a button. He does his best to keep his cool, although he is visibly a little more physically defensive now that Pascal has jumped up and is freaking out. "You didn't ever call me weak... but your constant insistence that I 'stand up for myself' implied it pretty darn well." Still trying to stay cool... still sitting on the ground. "Are you going to answer my question? Why me?" |
| "FUCK! Toby! Are you listening to what you're saying?!" Pascal continues to seethe, but she's slowly calming down, and when we say slowly, we mean not at all. She starts pacing back and forth on the grass, with so much pent up energy that she could quite possibly wear a hole in the dirt there, all the way to... China, or wherever one goes when they travel through the centre of the earth. "/You/ were the one who fucking said that I made /everyone/ miserable, not just /you/. You're so fucking typical you know." She pauses and narrows her eyes, looks at Toby, and then quickly looks away. "FUCK! You're just like every other human being. Always thinking that whatever happens to them must be the worst thing that's ever happened to anyone in the entire, FUCKING, world!" Double standards yet again; Pascal clearly doesn't hear what she preaches. "You admit it then. I've never called you weak. Whatever you think that I may have implied is relative. The point is that I've /never/ EVER called you weak." She still hasn't answered his question though, but nor is she likely to. Too much pride in her proud little bruised heart. |
| Well, Pascal can /almost/ listen while screaming. Toby watches her as she paces back and forth. He's almost amused now, having realized that if she was going to pummel him she would have likely done it by now. "Okay, then, I'm not weak. Yay for me." |
| God, she's going to regret this tomorrow when it hits her like a bad hangover. Not that she's even gotten drunk yet, but that's besides the point. Pascal continues to pace back and forth, looking up occasionally at Toby to shoot him darts of death. If looks could kill, she could be an assassin. "That's right Toby. You're not fucking weak. I never said you were, and I never thought you were to begin with." Oops, she may have said a little too much. Her face regains some of its colour, but now she's forced a rather stony expression to it. "Are you /happy/ now? You've beaten the evil bitch. Go celebrate with your /friends/ or something." Ahh, bitterness and resentment. |
| Toby's jaw drops. Did she just say that he's not weak, /and/ that she's an evil bitch? Yes, she did. "Do I have to leave, or can I celebrate with my friend here?" He manages a half smile... one of the ones that's a half frown on one side and a half smile on the other? Yeah, one of those. |
| God, she's /really/ going to regret this tomorrow when it hits her like a hangover that's going to last for several days. qPascal stops in her pacing and whips around to face Toby, a 'WTF' look on her face. "What the fuck did you just say?" She asks, lowering her voice. Her back hunches over and she cranes her neck forward towards him, shaking her head slowly. Both her hands come up to her face and she just shakes her head. "Oh, my, fucking, god." And in her mind, she wants to run away, or maybe hex him beyond recognition so he'll get these CRAZY THOUGHTS out of his head. "You've got to be kidding me. You've gone fucking mental, Toby Darling. Absolutely fucking mental." |
| Wow, enough with the damn swearing already, Pascal. Toby can't do anything but smile and try to hold back a giggle. He raises an eyebrow as he bites his lip and gives a courtsey nod to Pascal's rant. "Um. I'm not mental" he interjects somewhere between 'fucking...' and '...fucking'. "What? Would you rather me /hate/ you? Just because you're a... um... a..." He can't quite bring himself to say it... "um... a bitch sometimes. Well, a lot of times... doesn't mean everyone has to hate you. Even if it seems you hate them..." |
| "God, what did I /ever/ do to deserve this?" qPascal tilts her head back and lets out a frustrated groan. If anything she was expecting to have her mental sanity stripped as yet another person would tell her what a pathetic excuse of a human being she was. "Fuck, Toby..." she doesn't even know what to say, but she's not looking at him. A pause and she suddenly whips her head, looking right at him, her eyes flashing. "If you think this means that I'm going to treat you /any/ differently..." which means she probably won't. Once a bitch, always a bitch, unfortunately. She looks away from Toby and just sighs. |
| "Um... sorry if I offended you, Pascal. Maybe I should just... go then." Toby stands and walks over to where he was intitally lieing. That's where his stuff is. "You know, it really wouldn't kill you to let somebody be your friend." He tosses a book into his bag. "Everyone else has them. They're not all dead." He zips up his backpack but just sits there with it. "And even a few of them haven't gone crazy yet." |
| This whole situation was just so freaking bizarre. Bizarre like shat on a stick. Pascal's stopped pacing, yes, and now she just sits, sprawled on the grass with her legs stuck out in front of her as she stares off past the lake. She turns to look at Toby and just shakes her head with some disgust. "If I retract my statement about you not being weak, will you snap out of it already?" This is said pretty much in vain, and without much conviction either. She turns her head back to the lake and rubs her face wearily. "Go... somewhere else. Go to Lien, /she's/ your friend." But nowhere has she said that she's not Toby's friend, or that she is, for that matter. She's just tired now. |
| Toby tosses his backpack over his shoulder and puts his arm through the other strap as he stands. "I'm sorry, Pascal. I promise the pain of having somebody tell you that they consider you a friend isn't gonna last forever. Who knows, you might even forget it ever even happened." He turns and starts to head off. Just before he's out of earshot (and very much out of wandshot) he turns back around and calls back to Pascal. "I don't hate you!" He chuckles a bit. He has won at Pascal's game... finally. |
| "Fuck you, Toby Darling," She growls. Him and his little dog too. (Pascal) |
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