| Title: Since when are
smoking jerks cool? Time: Saturday, March 13, 2004 The Thespians: Elijah Cruise and Pascal Curio Location: Scattergood Grounds - The Forum Notes: Rated PG because of Elijah's smoking and usage of the word damn. ~_^ |
| +---[ 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. | | | +-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| It was good to be out of the infirmary. It was a relief to be able to do the things Elijah Cruise loved. He's sitting on one of the many benches in the infirmary, his guitar is positioned to play as he strums a rather sullen tune. A cigarette hangs out of the right side of his mouth. By his side is a piece of paper with several notes scribbled down. Every minutes Eli adds to them. Yes, he's writing his own song (and smoking /again/!). |
| Pascal Curio is actually quite lost in her book. She sits beneath one of the trees that lie by the brick wall in the forum, with her cloak pulled tightly around her -- not so much shelter from the cold though. The smoke from the cigarette wafts towards her, and as she inhales sharply from one of the passages in her text, she can't help but cough rather loudly. The book is shut, and she looks up slowly with a glare. |
| Elijah Cruise isn't paying any attention to the noises around him. Apparently he's missed his guitar quite a bit. He puts the instrument down for a moment and takes a deep puff on his cigarette. Mmmmmmm. A smile spreads across his lips. This was relieving after the incident at the Valentine's Dance. A quick glance is given to Pascal, and he can't help but involuntarily smile. He takes another deep puff on his smoke and blows it in her general direction. |
| Hmm, so this infamous Elijah Cruise that all the girls in Pascal Curio's dorm where talking about, actually does exist. She's heard enough about him to probably be able to spot the back of his head from a mile away, which is ironic since she's in the forum now, escaping more gossip in said student. She forces a rather wan smile, and stiffens as the wave of smoke washes over her face. "Why... thank you," she drawls, her voice sickeningly sweet. |
| The young man can't help but roll his eyes at Pascal's comment. He shakes his head a little, and then answers just as sweetly (while batting his long dark eyelashes), "Anytime." The sweet expression fades as Elijah casts his glance to the ground. All he wanted was solitude, something strangely impossible to get at this school. He runs a hand through his air. He takes one final puff on his cigarette (again he blows it in her direction), and then he drops it to the ground, stomping on it with his boot, the cigarette's juices stain the ground. "Happy?" he mutters. |
| Through Elijah's whole course of action, Pascal Curio's face when from a superficially sweet one, to a rather sour expression -- rather common for her narrow features, actually. Her large green eyes narrow, and her eyebrows furrow over them and her lips press into a thin line. She leaves a rather large gap of pause before answering Elijah in a rather steely tone. "No." She turns and stares at him out of the corner of her eye. "Should I be?" |
| "You got a problem, chickie?" Elijah cocks his head. "Or are you always so... pleasant?" He narrows his eyes. "I put out the damned smoke for you." He runs his tongue over his lips and tucks his guitar safely back in its case. "Seems to me your broom got stuck somewhere it shouldn't be," he remarks coyly. What a snob! Who did she think she was anyway? |
| Pascal a snob? Really. "Pleasant when I need to be, and clearly now I don't," she retorts, still looking rather relaxed in her spot beneath the tree. She's about seething inside, but no one needs to know that. "I suppose I should be... 'grateful'," she makes little quote marks with her fingers, "to you, for putting out that cigarette." She completely ignores that broom comment, but a slight flush rises in her face. "Can't say I'm too grateful." Here she gives a smirk. |
| Elijah Cruise is observant enough to see the flush. As he spots it his smile widens. Yes, he got a rise out of her! Maybe if he kept going she'd do something else interesting? "So... you'd rather I light another smoke then?" he reaches into his robe, and sure enough, Eli has more. "Since it doesn't /actually/ bother you, and you weren't /happy/ that I put the last one out..." He reaches into his robes for his trusty zippo. |
| This is going to be harder than Pascal thought. She bites her bottom lip rather hard and just out her pointy chin. "Oh of course," her voice takes on that annoying sweet drawl again. "Do what makes /you/ happy. None of this wanting to please other people." She pauses and eyes the guitar, watching Elijah's movements out of the corner of her eye. "While you're at it, why don't you serenade the entire forum with a song on your guitar? Perhaps I'll join you and sing. I'm sure you'd like /that/." |
| He finds the zippo and lights the cigarette. "I was gonna quit, but you know what they say - live short, die young, leave a beautiful corpse." Elijah inhales deeply on his cigarette again and blows the smoke towards Pascal once again. "In all honesty, I was doing it out of courtesy." He glances at the guitar, furrows his eyebrows and shakes his head, "Nope. Don't play for nobody but me. And I'm done for today. Completely done for today." He blinks a few times at the notion of Pascal singing, "Wouldn't want you to hurt your poor little throat while you squawked. I mean sang." Elijah smiles sweetly again and takes another puff on his smoke. |
| Oh my. Is Pascal actually, laughing? She is. Her book has actually fallen from her lap and she's laughing, slightly, but still laughing, at Elijah's first comment about leaving a beautiful corpse. Again she inhales the smoke as it floats towards her, but this time she manages to stifle a cough. At the same time, her laughter is cut off rather abruptly because of it. She arches her eyebrow at Elijah and presses her lips into a thin line again. "Oh, but I was so looking forward to a private concert." Another long pause as she decides whether or not to let his last comment slide. She does, and only matches his smile with her own. |
| A puzzled smile is given to Pascal as she laughs, but Elijah just brushes it off. "Nah-uh. I play for me." The Hammonds frequently asked Eli to play in front of them and he'd always refused. "Besides, my fingers hurt. The time in the infirmary made the calluses go away. They get really sore when you haven't play awhile." He looks at Pascal suspiciously, "I don't do private concerts." |
| This may probably be the first time Pascal has ever ventured into the land of somewhat 'civil' conversation. She bites on her lip again, shrugging, trying to think of something that's not exactly nasty to say, and can't come up with much. She picks up her book off of the ground and dusts it in her lap slowly, and finally just comes up with, "Why were you in the infirmary?" The words come out rather quiet, and she just looks at Elijah, not really expecting him to answer. |
| Pascal likely didn't know how loaded her question was. "Uh..." Eli starts and then stops. "I suppose you didn't make it to the Valentine's Day dance?" Elijah blinks as he tries to formulate the situation into words. "It surprises me that you hadn't heard the rumors..." he cuts himself off. "Do you know Itazura at all? Or Event Lienuvel?" |
| "I don't dance," Pascal says, with a little more heat in her voice than she meant to. She clears her throat and mutters a slight, "excuse me." She's heard rumours, but, "Rumours are just rumours, and well, they don't reach me all that often." Girls don't like her much. "And no, I haven't heard of either. That might make the story a little harder to comprehend, but I've got time." She smirks again, and looks off. |
| "Well... there was a love potion put in the punch at the dance, someone smuggled it in..." Yes, Eli, and that someone would be you. "Anyways, this potion reacted with a potion that Event gave to her (or is it his now - Event had a transfiguration accident and is now... male) fiance, Itazura. Event's potion was apparently to keep the boy's hands warm. In any case, Ita grew claws and attacked me." Elijah points to his one shoulder, "I have a scar on each shoulder because of it. That's the gist of the story." |
| A small smile starts to grow on Pascal's face, but it isn't exactly a comforting one. She seems to be more interested in the damage done at the Valentine's Day dance than what really happened. Her face does grow slightly more somber. "I'm sorry to hear about your injuries," since as far as she knows, Elijah is innocent from anything other than smoking and being a slight jerk. "But really, a love potion? That's rather..." she pauses and searches for the word, and then a broad grin spreads over her face. She looks almost evil. "Genius." |
| He grins at the mention of the brilliance of the love potion. He glances around and steps towards her. "Can you keep a secret?" Elijah peers about the forum. "Because I will tell you something very few know..." He smirks. The truth is, he's been dying to tell someone that he was responsible for the potion. |
| The wheel's in Pascal's head are still whirring as she's still thinking about the ramifications of the love potion amongst a bunch of hormonal students. She's still got that devilish grin on her face, and her cheeks are flushed with excitement. She barely hears Elijah, but the word secret is enough to snap her out of it. "Of course I can. That and I don't really give a damn about anyone here so far to tell anything." A lopsided smirk and she falls silent, just waiting. |
| "Alright," Elijah keeps his voice barely audible so only Pascal can hear. "I made the love potion. I was hired by a peer to create and distribute the potion so everyone who drank the punch would fall madly in love with Itazura (including teachers and all students). I spent months perfecting it, I even tested it on my lizard. The thing worked like a charm." He beams. "If I hadn't been paid, it would have been a general love potion designed to make each student fall in love with the first person they saw after drinking it." |
| Pascal Curio's hand rises to her mouth and she can't help but let out a delighted gasp. Her smile's still on her face though, and she rises to her feet, her book falling again. "Who paid you to do it? That's... that's cool," she says, still trying to find a better word to describe it. "I would have loved to help make that, and then watch the end results." Here, she laughs again. "Well," she's going to have to admit it that even though Elijah's a smoking jerk, he's a cool one. "Well, I'm going to like to see how you're going to one-up yourself now. Anyway, I gotta get going. Secret's safe with me." She gives a nod, and then a slight wave. Not even getting his name (like she doesn't know it) Pascal leaves, and oops, there's her book still under the tree. |
| As Pascal leaves, Elijah retrieves the book and smiles. Pascal seemed cool enough. She at least appreciated his effort to make the potion. |
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