| Title: I'm talking to myself, but I'm not. Time: March 29, 2004 - March 31, 2004 (Monday - Wednesday) The Thespians: Elijah Cruise and Pascal Curio Location: Scattergood Grounds - Northern Pasture Notes: RP in progress as the two PLOT DOOM. |
| +---[ Scattergood Grounds - Northern Pasture ]-------------------------------+ | | | The trees end abruptly, the last reaching appendages of their roots | | gobbled up by a veritable sea of waving green stalks. Like water this | | flood of green ripples in each breath of wind, making the grass shimmer in | | the sunlight, lapping at the trees like waves crashing to shore and | | bringing a sweet, tingling fragrance of sweetgrass mingled with wild | | chives. This pasture would be a paradise for animals let loose to graze | | and roll in its sweet bed, allowing the scent and the sensation to tingle | | across their hides. Only the weathering white picket fence bordering the | | outer edges of the region may remind the onlooker that this place is of | | man, not paradise. | | | +----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| Being a girl was irritating, but at least the mission of nice-ness was over. In fact, Elijah was being mean with a vengeance against anyone she wished to be mean to (which was pretty much everyone). Oh pushing buttons was such a joy! She sits alone in the middle of the field contemplating what to do next. More specifically what kind of evil she could unleash on Billy and Lien. Oh Lien, you were going to regret the day you told Billy to tell a teacher. A smile. The girl is laying in the grass, and quite likely (with its length) would not be spotted by passers-by (the grass is VERY tall). |
| Coming in from the direction of the forum is the thick smell of tobacco, as well as the slow sounds of grass rustling as calm strides break through it. Pascal Curio no doubt, smoking just like Elijah. He's gotten somewhat better at it, the extension is a little bit more natural, but he's only smoking because it makes him look like the real thing. He doesn't see his old body lying down in the grass, and actually walks past Elijah about five feet. No complaining allowed here though, being a guy was just /as/ irritating, if not more. Especially after the first morning, waking up, and realizing that, hey, Pascal's a /guy/. "How many more days?" He suddenly moans, rubbing at his temples with a deep frown on his face. |
| Elijah Cruise sits up with a start. Who was in the field?! Her breath is heavier, and then she shakes her head, "Oh, it's only you." She glances at the Elijah-body. "Should have known it was you, could have smelled you a mile away..." A shrug. She glances at her body and frowns, "How's it going? Playing me, I mean." She strokes her chin as if stroking stubble (which clearly isn't there as Eli is now a girl!). |
| The sound of a feminine voice in the air that sounds distinctly like the old one Pascal used is enough to make him whip around rather quickly as well. "Oh, /christ!/" He mutters, taking a few steps towards Elijah. "Way to hide," he says sarcastically, taking another drag from the now cigarette butt. He drops the butt to the ground and smushes it with his shoe. "Haven't run into Billy yet," he says with a smirk, stooping down to take a seat beside her. "I'm actually kind of itching to punch something though." A rather dark laugh, and he turns to her. "How about you? Anything interesting happening?" |
| "Not really. I've totally lost the bet - which really doesn't matter. I don't mind writing myself public love letters." The girl shrugs. "Oh... do you skip at all? I don't mean cut classes, but physically skip, like skipping with rope? I thought girls did that, but apparently I'm wrong." Elijah frowns, "I honestly don't know much about women; haven't really ever been around them. Besides which, they're really confusing. And I mean really confusing." |
| Pascal's mouth open, and he starts laughing. A deep booming laughter. Clearly nothing he's ever heard from the real-Elijah's mouth, but that's what he's doing now. Calming himself down, he smiles rather broadly at Elijah. "I'm not laughing at you. I'm really not. What you just said was so funny." He forces his smile into a light smirk, and leans closer to Elijah. "I think, being a male, is making me dumber and dumber about women, by the minute. I don't know what to make of any of them anymore." He shakes his head. "We're moody." We being women. "NO. No skipping. Stalking. Be angry, all the time. Be sarcastic, and please, now that the bet is over, hex, don't punch. Be creative with the hexes too." |
| "Pascal, I'm glad to hear you say that. Women make no sense to me. They say one thing and mean something /entirely/ different." Elijah sighs with relief. "And I don't like generalizing about so many people at once, but I never grew up around girls. The group home I was in lacked females." She chuckles a bit. "Okay, I won't skip then." A pause, "You want me to hex people?" Event wouldn't be happy. Oh well, good for Event. "I suppose I could do that. It's not really something I do a lot of, but yeah..." She smirks and winks, "I like to make people think I'm all brawns no brains." |
| "Elijah, you're pretending to be me, remember? I don't punch, I hex. I only punch when I can't hex, which would have been during this week." The tone is of slight exasperation, but tinted with some amusement. He pauses only to take a good look at his former body. "And what brawn do you possess now anyway?" A wink. Pascal runs his fingers through his hair and crosses his arms to his chest, gluing them there for the time being. "Don't bother trying to understand females," he says with another sigh. "We, they... are touchy. Sensitive, but really, now that you're in my body, you can say whatever you want to them since apparently it's alright if it comes from another female." He shakes his head yet again. |
| "Good to know," Elijah states as she stares up at the sky. She furrows her eyebrows. "That makes no sense." She yawns and lays back down on the grass. She stares at the sky, "Being a girl is so much harder than being a guy. Guys are so easy. They get in a fight or want to test each other and they duke it out. Girls do all this bizarre covert battle. It's weird. Real weird." She sighs. "Sorry if I said the wrong thing." A pause, and the girl sits up a little, "Do /you/ think I'm ruggedly handsome?" |
| "It's alright," Pascal sighs, still looking at Elijah before he turns to look up at the sky as well. "You're right though. It's so much easier to be a guy. Guys get away with so much more than girls ever would." A faint smile quirks the corners of his lips and he closes his eyes just briefly, taking in a deep, cleansing breath. "Just think of it this way. After a month of being a girl when you're back in your own body, you'll be an expert at playing mind games, and you'll /still/ be able to punch the lights out of anyone you want." A light laugh, and then he flushes pink slightly at the last question. "Well, yes. But don't let it get to your head." He avoids making eye-contact, but the smile continues to twitch on his features. |
| "It's true. Guys do get away with a lot. /I/ get away with a lot," she winks at him. A half-smile plays on the girl's lips, "I will be an expert at playing mind games, that much better than before. Besides, at least you're my counterpart and not someone /stupid/." Elijah winks, "Although I don't think I'd have ever imagined such a brilliant April Fool's trick if it weren't for your inspiration." She grins, "I can't begin to tell you how happy I was to hear that you were only being nice because of that bet..." Her cheeks flush a little at Pascal's answer. "I'll watch myself." |
| "Too bad we couldn't get every /single/ professor to turn into a six year old huh?" Pascal laughs once more, the colour slightly fading from his cheeks. Obviously somewhat thankful for a distraction from the slightly awkward topic. He turns to look at Elijah. "I'm sorry I had to make you do all the potion making though. I really /really/ wanted to make Toby and Lien pay." Looks like it's a day for apologies. A slight shrug, and then his green eyes are cast back up to the skies, still sparkling as he continues to think. "Oh, to be a fly on the wall when you go and hex the crap out of Toby..." he trails off with a dark smirk and sits up slightly as well. "Any ideas on a way to get them all back?" Them all probably meaning Toby, Lien and Billy. |
| "Yeah, that would have been a blast!" Elijah nods emphatically. "Can you imagine what they all would have /done/?! Oh man, I wish we'd been able to get the headmaster. That would have rocked!" Life was good despite the female form. At least there was someone to share mischief with. "I will so totally get Toby, he won't even know what hit him." A pause, "Hey... I heard a rumor awhile back, did he punch you? I only ask because that's just wrong. Boys can't hit girls. Girls can hit them, but they can't hit girls..." The girl stares at the clouds as she ponders the revenge, "I liked the love potion idea. It would have to be damn potent to be any good. I mean one for Toby to love Lien, and one for Lien to love Billy... and one for Billy to love Professor Potthast!" BEAM! |
| "Oh, any punishment would have been worth if it we had gotten the headmaster." Pascal lets a rather broad grin split his features. "You know, as much as I used to think Toby was a stupid little shit," Pascal trails off just slightly only to moisten his lips, "It was pretty clever of him to think up of that little bet. And the wager of the bet as well." He shrugs, and turns to Elijah with another slight smirk. "I scared the daylights out of the kid in the potions classroom, and he took a swing at me." Another shrug. "And I hexed him." He stops again, as if trying debating whether or not to explain what happened after that. "I shrunk his nose back to its original size after a little while. You know how it is. Do something nasty to Toby, do something nice to him. Get him to trust you and then, BAM!" He slaps his hands together and snickers, both at what he just said, and what Elijah suggested about the potion outcome. "You think we can pull the love potion off?" We, of course. Tag team! |
| "I have never hit a girl," that wasn't even a lie. "It just doesn't seem right. Instead I just embarrass 'em..." she grins at Pascal. "Sure we can! It'll be super easy, we just need to figure out how to get it especially into their food..." Elijah smirks. "Billy thinks you, Pascal, are really nice because you put up with me (or something to that effect). I could probably get him to consume something containing the potion if I had to..." A pause. "Or... if we work hard enough on the potions we could just put them in the lunch of the general populous so they will only infect those we intend to infect..." A shrug. "Any thoughts?" |
| "You should probably bring up to Toby that he hit a girl," Pascal muses with a light snicker. "You know, just keep rubbing it in and see if he hits you again when you're me." He continues to snicker again, still thinking about the potion, and then the topic of Billy interrupts his thoughts. "Say anything interesting to Billy, as me, I should know about? Or should I say anything to him to push his buttons while I'm you?" And as quickly as that, his attention is back on the potion. "How long did it take you to make that potion to make everyone fall in love with Itazura?" He runs his fingers through his hair again. |
| "I think I will. I could really sock that kid if I wanted to..." she chuckles. "As far as Billy goes... I know the names of his three friends: Lien, Andrew, and Josh. Andrew is older, Josh is younger and Lien is younger." A smile creeps over Elijah's lips, "Oh, and he's completely naive. Um... I don't think there was really anything else. But I learned that Lien hates her red cloak and is bothered because she's little red riding hood." A chuckle. "Bug Billy about the Robin Hood game if you can." The girl's eyes travel to the ceiling as she considers how long it took, "About a month. But I don't think it'd take me this long this time. I know more what I'm doing. And with your help..." A pause. "Or are you truly not good at potions like you told me with the polyjuice?" |
| "You might as well sock him when he's the same size as you are at the moment. Then he can't whine and complain about you being bigger than he is." Well, Pascal's body is actually a little taller than Toby, but Toby's got a little more fluff around the midsection. It kind of balances out. He turns to Elijah and nods briefly. "I caught her playing Robin Hood once actually." He snickers under his breath. "You should try playing with her once, be Robin Hood, and make her your Maid Marian. She'd die of embarrassment." A pause. "Better yet, you should round Lien /and/ Billy up and make Billy Maid Marian." Outright laughter now as Pascal finds the mental image in his head. The laughter fades and he sits straight up now, crossing his legs. "I only told you that about the potions so I wouldn't have to help you and lose the bet." He flushes slightly. "I'm not a whiz like you, but I'm decent at them." |
| "Yeah, that's true. Although I could do so much more damage in my own body..." Elijah ponders this thought. It was all about ruling with an iron fist. "Of course, unnecessary violence is... to be avoided. Kind of like that book, 'The Prince'." She shrugs a little. "Play /with/ her. Maybe... that'd be interesting to make Billy play Maid Marian. I bet I could get him to do it too if I tried hard enough. Might take some effort though." She chuckles, "I'm not a genius. I couldn't even read until grade four." Dyslexia does that to a person. |
| Looking at Elijah out of the corner of his eye, Pascal looks rather incredulous. "You don't even show it though," he says without thinking, about Elijah not being able to read until fourth grade. A slight flush, and he shakes his head slightly. "You know what I mean," comes a split second later like a correction. "I would love to be there when you manage to convince Billy and Lien to play as Robin Hood and Maid Marian." He grins rather darkly and runs his hands through his hair. |
| "You could come play with me... or mock my so-called playmates!" Elijah offers with a half-smile and a somewhat sickly sweet tone. "I appreciate the compliment. I don't do badly in school /here/, but back in the Muggle world I was toast. Completely and totally toast." She sighs, "Got a letter from the Hammonds - my adopted parents. Chapman made sure /I/ got it." This thought is left hanging. What this means is somewhat vague. |
| Again the dark snicker rises from Pascal's mouth and he leans back on his palms, stretching his legs out straight in front of him. "I couldn't see you playing Robin Hood with them, but I'll definitely be there to mock them. If I played, I'd make sure the bad guys won though, if I wasn't playing Robin Hood." It's either the main character, or doom for all. He fiddles with a few blades of grass between his fingers before he continues speaking. "A letter?" He doesn't really ask more, but the expectant look on his face is enough to show that he'd like to know more. |
| "I think I'd make a good sheriff of Nottingham. Especially if I get to kill people..." this thought is cut off with the last sentence, and a perhaps all too keen smile. "Yes. It was actually really really strange." Elijah crosses her legs 'indian-style' on the grass. "I thought it was really weird when I first got it. See, the Hammonds and I don't exchange male. It's kind of this silent agreement. I write them when I feel like it, and they respond when I write them. But I haven't written them since Christmas." A long pause. "So I was puzzled to say the least." |
| A slight shake comes from Pascal's body only because he's trying to suppress a laugh at Elijah's little comment about being the Sheriff of Nottingham. Pascal runs a hand through his hair and continues to nod at what Elijah says. He lets his eyes drift up and down Elijah's new body, and then settles them finally upon the face. After his own rather long pause (in which he was contemplating whether or not to ask the following question), he finally asks, "What did the letter say?" His voice is low and the words are very carefully forced out. |
| An eyebrow is raised, and Elijah sighs again, "Apparently my birth parents contacted them and want to meet with me." The girl suppresses a chuckle. "After nearly fourteen years they want to see me. It's absolutely ludicrous!" She runs a hand through her hair, "I'll bet you anything the Hammonds arranged this because they think it'll 'help' me." She smiles although this particular smile is forced. It doesn't seem genuine despite Eli's best efforts. |
| Pascal Curio may be trapped in a boy's body, but she's still got the mind of a girl; that smile on Elijah's face is noted. He chews on his lower lip thoughtfully, staring at Elijah for probably longer than he really needs to. Finally looking away he stares down at his lap, brushing away several strands of grass that've made their way onto his robe. How to word this, how to word this? "So, are you going to meet them?" He tries to slide this in as casually as he can, but can't resist darting another look at Elijah's expression to see the reaction. |
| "I don't know," she forces a chime. She casts her eyes to the grass, wanting to avoid eye contact with Pascal. "It's just like the Hammonds. They're do-gooders on a mission to save the damned world!" Elijah just shrugs. A long pause and she forces another smile, "So how the smokes working out for you? Pretty good, eh? Much better than you'd think. Well, after you've been smoking them a few years." Wink. |
| Pascal is perfectly willing to give Elijah freedom and so he casts his green eyes out upon the flood of rippling grass, only a slight 'hmm' giving his assent to Elijah's last comment. At the mention of the smokes, however, he looks down and flushes a little. "Yeah, I've been wanting to let you know about that..." A pause. "I'm going to need to find out where you get those from, because..." Gees. "I got them confiscated by the new charms professor." Sounding slightly more defensive even though he hasn't gotten a response yet, Pascal continues. "He's a fucking maniac! He took the smokes, and then took the fucking lighter while he was at it!" |
| "Bah!" Elijah vents. "Hmmmm. Did you check my dresser? I keep some in the drawers of the dresser. And I keep some in my night table. Oh, and I have some hidden in a tree but they've probably been destroyed (long story)." She strokes her chin. "Well... normally I get them from Gary at Connelly's., or I just take them from some unsuspecting Muggle shopkeeper..." |
| "I haven't really had a chance to look to see if you had anymore," Pascal says, his legs coming up so that he can hug his knees to his chest. He's actually be trying to avoid the dorm room for everything but sleeping. A smirk flits across his features though at the mention of lifting something from a stupid unsuspecting Muggle. "I'll have to look into that," he says quietly, and then looks back at Elijah. "Have you had a chance to snoop through my belongings yet?" He winks at her. Might as well come out and ask. |
| "Yeah, nice chest. I hid a book in there. The book I used to transform into the falcon." Elijah grins, "And I wrote in your journal. That way you can keep track of the things I've done and the people I've talked to. You don't write anything extremely monumental in there, do you?" She winks and half smiles somewhat flirtatiously. |
| "It's a good place to hid it," Pascal has to agree. That and well, if the book's still there, at least he can get a chance to look through it afterwards or something. "There's a lot of /stuff/ in there," he continues slowly, though by the way he says 'stuff' it's probably all stolen from her godfather. "Diophantus charmed the trunk for me before I left for Scattergoods," his voice has gone rather flat and he continues to avoid looking at Elijah. "Comes in useful, I suppose." He looks back up and a smile darts over his face. "Did you see that whip I have in there? I got it from Ivanovna's classroom. She doesn't realize I have it." |
| "Thanks. I thought so." Elijah is well aware that Pascal might take a peek, she's not naive. "I don't recommend trying any of the spells though. You could die trying. Hell, I almost did." Well that was the truth. "Who... who is Diophantus?" she asks while not pressing the question. "Indeed. I did see the whip. Quite the piece of..er.. equipment. Whatcha going to do with it?" |
| "It'll make for some interesting reading, I'm sure." Pascal's not up for dying just yet, and let's hope his curiosity doesn't get the better of him. He continues to stare out at the waves of grass, and then finally looks at Elijah, with a rather sardonic smile on his face. Might as well address that whip question first. "I dunno," he says, a joking tone coming to his voice, "What else are you supposed to do with a whip?" A wink, and then the voice flattens again and he says rather slowly, "Diophantus is my godfather." He doesn't say much more, but he'd probably answer questions about it should questions arise. |
| "Yes. Believe me, when I stole it from the restricted section, there was no way I was going to return it," that was an understatement. "Perhaps you'll have to do some punishing with the whip. You never know, you might need a whip someday." Elijah pauses, "You should leave it in Professor Potthast's office or something with a picture from that magazine. Oh, that'd make her mad." The comment is followed by a nod. Of course, that was assuming Tressa got the message. Not all people think the same way as teenage boys. "What's Diophantus like?" she questions lightly. It was casual talking to Pascal. Strangely casual. |
| Fighting the urge to laugh, Pascal nods with a smile at Elijah, green eyes glittering. "I should leave her a note with the whip. 'I thought this would make a good prop for your next photo shoot, Professor Potthast. Think... black leather.' That would too much." The smile widens into a grin which fades slowly as the topic of Diophantus continues. His tone is just as casual as Elijah's and he looks at Elijah out of the corner of his eye. "He's... Diophantus," he sighs for the lack of a better word. "Gave me a place to live, taught me a few of the hexes I know," a dark smirk crosses his face at that, "But all in all..." a pause, and he frowns and his next three words are coated with pure hatred and anger. "I hate him." |
| "It would be so much fun to do that! You /should/ do it!" Elijah encourages Pascal. Boy, she'd think Eli had done it, but it would be worth it. "Why do you hate him?" Not that Eli should talk about hating anyone. The girl was spiteful that way. "I hate the Hammonds," she states somewhat randomly. "Irritating people. The kind who turn a person into a project rather than a person." |
| A slight grin lights up Pascal's face, and he chuckles briefly. "I may just. You'll have to get the whip out for me though, I can't touch that trunk while I'm you." He could probably sneak into the girl's dorms easily enough, but that trunk would still be enchanted when all is said and done. The grin fades slightly and he sighs, hugging his knees to his chest even tighter. "You ever meet someone who just... can push all your buttons in every single possible way, and yet you're still forced to be around them? They make your life miserable, and they enjoy reminding you that you should be miserable." Pascal sighs rather irritably and looks at Elijah rather intently. |
| "Okay, it's settled then! I'll get you the whip sometime and you can do with it what you please," Elijah beams. The beaming nature of Eli's face fades as Pascal talks about her godfather. Her eyes sink, and her smile slowly falls into a frown. She just nods silently. "When did you start living with /him/?" contempt can be heard in the girl's voice as she emphasizes him. Already Diophantus was bad in her books. |
| There are several blades of grass between Pascal's fingers that are now taking quite a beating as he shreds them up into little grass strings, then casting them aside back onto the ground. He's stop looking at Elijah and stares at his hands now. "Diophantus adopted me when I was four, from an orphanage in Austria," he says quietly. "He moved here and took me with him." He shrugs, and furrows his brow while he looks at Elijah once more, as if judging the person before him. "You'll keep a secret, right?" |
| Elijah Cruise nod silently. She'd kept tonnes of secrets in her life time. "Yes," she finally speaks some words, her mouth dry. |
| Pascal Curio begins in a rather cryptic manner, first by looking away from Elijah and just staring out blankly. "He doesn't tolerate mistakes. He doesn't tolerate anything that's not right, and anything that's not the best." He pauses and moistens his lips. "He... he doesn't have a heart, and he doesn't mind hurting others." A frown. "You ever felt like you were burning alive in side?" He shakes his head. "Probably not. But Diophantus knows how to inflict all sorts of pain and.." trails off. "You'll probably think I'm crazy, but I think he's a dark wizard." |
| Elijah Cruise shakes her head. "No, I've never felt like that." Diophantus a dark wizard? Now that would prove interesting. Eli moves closer to Pascal to put a hand on his shoulder. "He could be," the girl's jaw tightens. Through clenched teeth she speaks, "Pascal, you /can/ get even... maybe not yet, but you /can..." |
| Pascal's own hand moves to pat the one that Elijah has placed on his shoulder gently. His voice is equally that soft as a faint smile curves his lips. "I know I can. Eventually I will," he sounds rather tired, but the strength slowly returns. "Eventually. I don't know what he's got planned for me. Sometimes I think I'm indebted to him, you know?" He looks at Elijah with a confused expression on his face. "He took me in, taught me magic, gave me a place to sleep, sent me to Scattergoods." Pause. "He says I'm nothing. My father was nothing. My mother was just a... /whore/." He spits out the word and falls silent. |
| "I don't trust him, and I don't know him," Elijah scowls. "He sounds like a rather vile man to me." As Pascal pats the girl's hand, Eli goes to hold Pascal's hand. She runs her tongue over her lips and stares at Pascal. "You're /NOT/ nothing. You're far from nothing." A long pause as she tries to formulate her thoughts into words. "You are incredible. You know what drives people. You understand the way they think. That's incredible." Another pause. "And you're beautiful. And smart. And funny. He knows nothing. Implying you are nothing means he wasted his time, and that would make him the real idiot." |
| The faint smile has returned and Pascal gives Elijah's hand a squeeze. "Thanks. It means a lot. It does." A slight flush as risen in his cheeks and as he turns to look at Elijah his eyes are glistening. "You're not so bad yourself," he says, trying to lighten the situation as he leans in closer towards Elijah. His words are noticeably lighter, even if the smile hasn't quite reached the eyes. "But are you saying I'm beautiful just because I'm you, and you're 'ruggedly handsome?'" He winks and gives Elijah's hand another squeeze. |
| Elijah Cruise nods, "Anytime." It's strange that Elijah can be nice when she wants to be. She's not entirely incapable of niceness like people might think, in fact, it's quite the opposite. The girl's cheeks flush at Pascal's comments, "No. Although I have to admit I'd really like my body back. Trust me, the view is better from there." She winks. The hand squeeze was nice. Really nice. She smiles at Pascal, "So, about getting Professor Potthast good..." |
| "You're too tall," is all Pascal has to say, but he does wink again before they revert back to their original subject of pranks. "I'm all for it. What do you say we go and fetch that little whip that's locked up in the trunk?" The hand is given yet another squeeze (Pascal thought it rather comforting as well) and then he stands up, still holding Elijah's hand, ready to help her up as well. |
| "I can get the whip," Elijah nods and smiles. "It shouldn't be hard getting it out of the dorms. People will even think nothing of it, I'm sure. I wonder if that crazy potions prof will realize it's her." The girl can't help but chuckle. Eli allows Pascal to help her up. Oh to be the girl in all this! "I'll be right back." The girl disappears for several minutes, then returns with the whip in hand. She thrusts it towards Pascal. |
| "Oh, I'll miss never having used this thing," Pascal holds the handle of the whip in his hands with a rather grim smile on his face. "But really, I think it's going to a much better cause, don't you?" A light chuckle towards Elijah and he reaches into his robe pockets. "I'm pretty sure I've got some pen and paper in here." He stops talking to rummage through his pockets, coming out with a small black notebook and a pen. "How should we word this?" He chews on the end of the pen with a rather mischievous glimmer in his eyes. |
| Elijah Cruise raises an eyebrow, "And /what/ would you have used the whip for?" She glances at the long whip. "How about you write? I'm totally going to get blamed for this /anyway/. If it's not my writing, I might have a chance." Eli's boy writing was obviously his (all ugly, crooked, and sharp). No one would dispute that. No one. "How about... 'Professor Potthast," a pause as the girl clears her throat, "...saw this and thought of you. Thought it would become useful for your next pose." The girl shrugs, "Whose signature do we put on it?" A long pause. "What about... Billy? And then we could do the love potion thing and she might believe that Billy DID do it!" Eli's eyes go wide. Oh the beauty of epiphany. |
| "Well, I don't think you'll be totally blamed. Well, not you when you're in my body anyway. Lien and Toby were in the classroom when I was there as well, either one of them could have seen me take the whip, but Potthast does know that you've got a thing against her and that photo." Pascal continues to chew on the end of the pen, before ripping a page out of the notebook and scribbling on it. "Shit. I need to change my writing too." A slight chuckle and he crumples up the bit of paper, shoving it in his pocket. Another piece is taken and he manages to fake his writing... making it loopy and rather childish looking. He writes exactly as Elijah dictates, and snickers a few times as he does it. "You don't have any clue what Billy's writing looks like, do you?" He looks up from the paper and furrows his brow. |
| "I think I probably will get the brunt of the blame," Elijah states haphazardly. "But that's okay. It's worth it in all honesty." She smiles somewhat evilly. "You can find the photo under my roommate's mattress. He keeps it there. Don't really know why..." Wow, that /was/ creepy. "He's an odd one though." She shrugs at the writing, "I have /no/ idea what Billy's writing looks like..." |
| "He's got the photo underneath his mattress," Pascal repeats, face in a deadpan as he just stares at Elijah. He can't keep the blank exterior for long because a bemused smirk suddenly crosses his face. "That's... just wrong." He shakes his head and looks at the paper carefully, just waiting for a signature to finish it off. "Well... hmm." A pause. "Know any charms that might be able to replicate it?" He smirks and pulls out his wand from his robe. |
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