| Title: The Little
Drummer Girl. Time: Friday, March 12, 2004 The Thespians: Navilee Karzonia and Pascal Curio Location: Scattergood Grounds - The Forum Notes: This was my first ever spat of RP with Pascal that wasn't in a classroom setting. Hurray for Navilee! |
| +---[ Scattergood Grounds - The Forum ]---------------------------------------+ | | | An enormous outdoor area for meetings and activities stretches out. Cut | | into the ground, the Forum is entirely covered by reddish flagstones, | | making up even the places for sitting. Rectangular, the area holds a large | | stage platform that drops four feet into the bottom layer. From there, the | | bottom stretches out to finally stop, enclosed by a thinner platform two | | feet higher, with stairs on three sides (none, of course, on the stage's | | area) leading up. This follows the same pattern, though it being only ten | | feet wide and made slimmer still by the large, flagstone benches set out | | for seats. Stairs from here lead up two final feet to the ground and stage | | level. Around this massive expanse is surrounded a five-foot tall and thick | | brick wall, dirt in its center supporting the growth of a few small trees, | | bushes, and flowers, and creating yet another spot for students to take | | seat. The wall is broken only for the cement paths that lead out to the | | other areas of the school, and more often than not its bricks are covered | | in chalk or enchanted sayings written by students attending. | | | +-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| Another day, well, another /day/. Pascal Curio sweeps into the forum with her eyes scanning about the room rather sharply, yet another sour expression upon her face. She's got a book clutched in one hand, and behind her, Samson trails, his silent smooth strides making the cat seem as if he's walking on air. The student, however, is none so graceful, and her cowboy boots click against the flagstones that make up the forum. She stops in the middle and takes yet another look around, making no eye contact, and heads for a place to sit, underneath one of the small trees by the brick wall. |
| Sitting on a bench, looking... about the exact opposite of peace, Navilee is 'air-drumming', as it has been so named. With sticks. But no drums. To top it off, her eyes are closed, and people are giving her a wide berth, mainly out of fear of being struck... and who blames them...? |
| Of course, you've always got the student who doesn't watch where he's going, and he just about runs into Navilee. Luckily, he misses getting an eye gouged out, but this does catch Pascal Curio's attention. She cranes her neck around from her seat on the ground and watches Navilee for a moment carefully, her gaze more curious now than critical. "What are you doing?" She finally demands, after a moment. Nothing so polite as an excuse me, of course. Manners take too much time. |
| "Practicing..." Navilee says simply, as if that should be answer enough. However, she opens her eyes, and ceases her drumming, tossing a stick into the air, hoping to catch it on its downward bound. In the meantime, she nods at Pascal. "Hello. Never seen you around." |
| Pascal Curio raises an eyebrow and blinks slowly, then sets her book down in her lap. She rests her head against the trunk of the tree, but keeps her eyes on Navilee the whole time. "Practicing for what?" Here she takes her eyes off of the student to watch the arc made by the stick in the air. "Can't say I've seen you around either." A shrug, and then she watches the stick descend. |
| "Meh. Not much." She says, reaching out lazily to snag the stick, which she then twirls around her fingers. Then she stands, "Navilee Karzonia. Nice to meet you." The sticks vanish up one of her sleeves. |
| "Pascal Curio." She nods curtly, and after a pause, and what seems to be an afterthought, "Likewise." Again she pauses and merely stares at Navilee's sleeve, as if the stick will just... appear again. "How long have you been playing?" |
| "Meh. A couple years." Navilee shrugs slightly. "Dunno exactly. What brings you to here?" A slightly arched eyebrow, before she sits down again, twirling a stick idly. What fun...? |
| Pascal Curio purses her lips together, which makes her narrow face appear, if possible, even narrower. "Being outside here by myself is a lot better than being inside. To be honest, I'm sick and tired of all the little gossip floating around the dorms. So and so being in love with such and such." She plasters a sickeningly sweet smile upon her face, and it being such, does not reach to her eyes. "I suppose you prefer the same?" |
| "Yeah. That about sums it up..." Navilee says, nodding, twirling the other stick idly. "But it's a little difficult to be outside and 'alone' here... someone always breaks the silence... am I wrong...?" |
| A slight smirk tugs at Pascal Curio's lip, starting on the left corner of her mouth, at what she perceives to be a direct jab at herself from Navilee. She's amused, but her eyebrows do narrow just slightly. "Well," she drawls with a smile, "that's true. I guess then I'd be the one today to break the silence." She gaze is steely before she continues. "I do have to apologize, for interrupting you during your practice then." Her words are laced with thick sarcasm and she just waits for a response, a smile still plastered on her face. |
| "Meh. Not really. I'm used to people interupting me, really." Navilee shrugs slightly, missing the sarcasm, or pretending to. Either way, it's the same. No responce. Well, nothing that profound. |
| Pascal Curio stands now from her seat and just nods. "I'll try not to do it again. Quite rude of me, really." Her tone hasn't so much changed, but the smile's dropped from her face now. She nods again, a little more curtly this time. "Have a good day, Navilee." That being said, she stalks back out of the forum. |
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