| Title: Day one -- smooth sailings. Time: Thursday, March 25, 2004 The Thespians: Toby Darling and Pascal Curio Location: Scattergood Grounds - The Forum |
| +---[ 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. | | | +----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| The warm spring days of the past week have given way to one of those nice and crisply cool days that makes Colorado Colorado. Toby Darling sits on a bench in one of the back rows of the Forum bundled in his warm winter jacket. The contents of his backpack are strewn across the floor beneath his seat, which he has conveniently cleared of snow with a little touch of fire from his wand. Now, where's that distraction he always looks for to avoid doing that study thing? |
| Day one of being nice. Pascal has spent her share of time mentally preparing herself in her room, though her only motivation of course, is the wager should she actually lose in this little bet. As it is, she's been freaking out random students in the hallways with that uber-fake smile on her face. As the day's gone by though, she's done a better job making that smile appear a little more genuine; it actually has started to reach her eyes. Could this be the end of the evil witch of Pascal? Most likely not, since as soon as she sees Toby, she narrows her eyes, the smile fades, and she scowls. Just who she needed to run into today. "Oh look, it's my punching bag," she drawls sarcastically, walking up behind him. |
| Toby spies Pascal as she approaches. "Oh, great." For a moment he considers running away, but she'd catch him. She's a runner, after all. 'Maybe she'll just pass by.' He watches her intently as she approaches. |
| "So, only six more days left to go, Toby." Pascal sounds rather self-assured, and once again she's got that grin that she's had on her face /all/ day. "I think I could get used to this lying to people for the sake of being nice stuff." She pauses and then sits down on the bench without being invited. "What do you think? Maybe I won't go back after this?" A rather loud and rude laugh escapes from her mouth, and she smirks at Toby. "Get ready for your little love letter." |
| Ha. Love letter. "I won't be writing a love letter, my dear Pascal. I hear that Elijah's spring wardrobe is quite enticing. Perhaps he'll be wearing it soon?" -button, button, button- Toby loves his buttons. "Just don't drool /too/ much, especially if it's still below freezing. You might slip on the puddle and fall." Doesn't he realize that she could kick his butt? Ah, he doesn't realize that he never mentioned that she can't physically attack him... just magically. |
| A wan smile is directed towards Toby, and Pascal just holds it in, even though she doesn't actually have to around Toby. She might as well build it up until she explodes into some gigantic horrible monster. "Oh yes. Elijah," she drawls sarcastically, perfectly willing to play along. "The love of my freaking life." And again she rolls her eyes. "This is my motivation, my friend." And here she pauses for a dramatic effect, before continuing. "My motivation to win, is to see both you, and Lien, publicly humiliated." She leans back on the bench and smirks. "Two birds with one stone. Tell me, with that kind of embarrassment at stake, how can I lose?" |
| "Well, you see. I don't plan on Lien being humiliated. Personally, I can care less if I'm humiliated. The olive already took care of that a few weeks ago for me. What's a little more?" Toby lies. He doesn't want to be humiliated. He might have some sort of a breakdown. Maybe he'll get violent? Maybe he'll retreat to his dorm and never come out? Still, he's confident. |
| Pascal is hardly done here. She hasn't had a chance /all/ day to press anyone's buttons, so it might as well be Toby's now, since she's actually allowed to. Her fingers are twitching for her wand though, since she's decided that she's got enough self-control to not use it. It's been a long day, needless to say. "You think that Toby, you think that. But also think to yourself, what's going to happen when she reads that little letter of you professing your love for her." A pause, and then a malicious grin. "You think you'll still be friends after that?" Dun.Dun.Dun. |
| "Err..." Toby is left speechless. He hadn't thought about how Lien would react toward him. Perhaps this is a bad idea after all? It's too late for him to call it off, though. "That won't happen, Pascal. I'm going to win and there's nothing you can do about it... except lose, that is." -smirk- |
| "I'll say this only because I'm feeling in a /nice/ mood today," Pascal says, her voice laced with scorn. "I really respect your confidence." A smirk. "Which is only going to make it even more satisfying for me when I shatter it of course." Her words are light and she speaks as if she's just stated that the sky is blue, or that the grass is green, or water is wet. She slumps slightly on the bench, sprawling rather lazily to make herself comfortable. "Still, I'll let you dream about winning until the end of the week. But you think to yourself what's going to happen with you and Lien when you lose okay?" A wink, and then she smirks to match his. |
| "It's just a matter of time till you say something mean. It's so much a part of you that I don't think you can avoid it for too long." They could go back and forth all day long about this, but it won't get them anywhere. Toby knows he's going to win the bet and Pascal knows she's going to win. Is it possible that they both could win? Or they both could lose? If not, somebody is going to lose a friend over this. |
| Toby's telling the truth. Pascal did just about lose it today, and her face clouds over as she thinks of what happened that almost made her lose the bet. She shrugs it off, and continues to smirk at Toby. "Just you wait. Only six days left. Six. Want me to count it for you?" She laughs rudely again, and slumps even further in her seat. "I should probably just spend the whole week around you. Then I don't even have to try to be nice, hmm? I just need to lock my wand away, is all." |
| Ay, there's the rub. Toby wonders if Pascal has realized that he never said that he couldn't use magic on her. He plays along a little "Yeah, six days. No wand. Must be rough, huh?" He pulls his wand from his belt and holds it between his two index fingers, looking over it mischievously. No, he won't do anything quite yet. Let's wait till day five or so... maybe. "Just think, you'll be able to hex me again in just under a week." |
| A deep frown creases over Pascal's face as she eyes Toby holding his wand. "Oh, you little shit." She suddenly realizes, so Toby may not even have to wait until day five. "You little cockamamie chicken..." she trails off and just shakes her head. So maybe she won't lock her wand away. Having realized what she's put herself in, Pascal finally sits back up straight, and just glares at Toby with those darts of death yet again. Cockamamie? Who uses that word? |
| "Well, then. I guess I'll be going now." Toby stands and gathers his books, placing them gently into his backpack. He keeps his wand in his hands, however. Just in case Pascal decides to forfeit and hex him right now. "That is, I'll be leaving if you don't mind." He turns to her, realizing that he has won this battle and his face shows it. He raises an eyebrow. |
| Relish in your wins while you can Toby, for once this week is over... Pascal smiles broadly at the boy. "Don't stay away too long, or I'll miss our little 'daily talks.'" She puts a strange emphasis on the last two words, and then for good measure, she taps the side of her head, and then gives the boy an overly cheery wave. She'll wait until he's out of eyesight and earshot before she explodes into her little profanities and burns a hole in the grass or something with her wand. |
| "I'm sure we'll see each other around." Toby turns again and gleefully bounds down the rows of benches of the Forum. He must be off to something important or the like. |
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