| Title: Who's still not talking to who? Time: Thursday, March 18, 2004 The Thespians: Lien Nguyen, Toby Darling and Pascal Curio Location: Allis Memorial Center - Dining Hall Notes: This was by far... the most fun I've had in RP in a long time. Hmm, hurray for Lien and Toby. :) Oh yeah, rated PG for usage of the word 'bitch'. |
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+---[ Allis Memorial Center - Dining Hall ]-----------------------------------+ | | | An enormous room, its ceiling curving upward in a slowly sloping dome | | shape, painted light gray with the school's symbol, a red cougar head upon | | a crest of armor between two torches, spread in colossal proportions 'cross | | its surface. Walls are the same color, hung with portraits and paintings | | depicting various events, scenes, and people, completely devoid of any | | windows at all. The plush, dark blue carpet covering the entire expanse of | | the floor is speckled occasionally with clusters of pattered tiny gray and | | yellow squares in sundry designs. An assorted amount of rectangular, | | lightweight tables are scattered about the room in no particular order due | | to students always rearranging them. The tabletops are painted gray with | | white flecks, black metal legs supporting them. Stacked against the walls | | and grouped at numerous tables are hard-but-still-comfortable chairs, their | | seats and backings matching cobalt. | | | +-----------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |
| Apparently it had been a rather late night and early for Pascal. She's managed to wake up on time for breakfast, but of course, seeing as how she was on the breakfast crew. Consequently, she's not in the best of moods, but when is she ever? Her school robe is rather soiled with various foodstuffs, there being some eggshells stuck to one sleeve, and the bottom left side of it is covered in what appears to be orange juice. Currently, she sits by herself at a table in the middle of the Dining Hall, chewing the same bite of her omelette over and over again, lost in thought. |
| On the other hand, Lien Nguyen's mood seems to have improved considerably, at least since yesterday. She's not laughing or under any other unfortunate magics and it's too early in the day for anything to have gone too terribly wrong--right? Oh, such an optimist. Reciting an old nursery rhyme to herself under her breath, the smallish, Vietnamese sixth grader slides into a seat at a table not too far from Pascal's. "Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle..." She fills her plate with omelette and hashbrown and even only spills a LITTLE orange juice when she pours hers. "...and the dish ran away with the spoon!" Giggle. |
| Try as she might, Pascal can't hide it. She drops her fork and clutches at her hair with both of her hands, but yet, the groan escapes from her lips as the last words of the nursery rhymes ring in her ears. She slams her hands down on the table probably with a little more force than she should and tries to glare Lien into a little ball of... well, that hashbrown looks particularly good. |
| Jump. Freeze. Blink. Lien looks around slowly and pushes her glasses up on her nose. Her gaze finally comes to rest on Pascal and despite her mood, it sours slightly. "-What-?" She's never met anybody that would glare death looks at the sound of one little nursery rhyme... though she can remember a few car rides where her eldest brother would do it after seven or eight... At least she's SPEAKING to Pascal, because... well, because they were never friends. |
| "Is. That. Really. /Necessary?/" Pascal actually borders on hyperventilation now. She's mad, she's bad, and everyone better watch out. A final glare at Lien and she returns back to her food, muttering to herself with her back hunched over. "I'm glad /you're/ having a good morning, Lien," she says through her clenched teeth, recalling the girl's name from that little incident in the triangular chamber. From a certain angle, Pascal almost looks like some old hag witch hunched over her cauldron of evil nasty stuff. |
| On examination... well, Pascal doesn't LOOK very glad the Lien is having a good morning. The younger girl looks at her and tries to decide whether or not she should be irritable right back, finally coming to the conclusion that it'll take more than one grumpy girl to ruin her morning (maybe Billy has actually had some influence on her). We will see how long this lasts. "I'm sorry you're not," Lien offers earnestly. |
| Yay! Breakfast time! Toby Darling is eager to start the new day. A fresh start to having new and juicy rumors spread around the school about him. That's, what, three big rumors about him in the past week that've gone around now? Slightly frustratedly Toby and his slightly larger than average nose grabs a scoop of runny scrambled eggs, some bacon, toast and a pouch of milk ("Really, pouches of milk? What are we, Kindergardners?!") and makes his way over to a table to chow down. He finds a seat, and then wishes he had found a different one. He's plopped his tray down right in the middle of a bit of a... conversation... between Lien and Pascal. He's talking to one of them and one isn't talking to him. Let's guess who's who! |
| Did Lien apologize for something that she totally didn't have any say in? Pascal sits up slightly and glares at Lien again, though as she does so, her glare softens to the point where she just stares and blinks at the younger girl. The apology is obviously over analyzed in her mind right now, but two can play this game. Taking her anger out on a sausage that she cooked, Pascal offers with as much civility as possible, "You wouldn't be either, after having stupid boys start a food fight with orange juice." She'll leave the part out about hexing their fingers together for a few days. No one needs to know that. But look at this! Toby's joined the party, and Pascal can't help but smirk at his face. "Feeling well today, Toby? You look in rather good health this morning." Well, if having someone to torment doesn't make Pascal /that/ much nicer. A look between Toby and Lien to see if they're still on non-speaking terms after that little accident they had. |
| The moment Toby takes his seat, Lien's entire body goes stiff and she suddenly develops a fixed interest in her omelette. Subtlety... isn't one of her strong points. Though she does eventually glance over at him, and then she does a double take. "What happened to--" Oh, wait. She's still not talking to him. Never mind, then. Back to that omelette. |
| Totally ignoring Pascal, Toby glares at Lien as she not-so-subtlely ignores him. "One day you're going to have to talk to me again, Lien." The irony of that statement is so thick it can be cut with a chainsaw as he's currently not talking to Pascal. He digs into his runny scrambled eggs and gawks in horror as they run right off of his fork not once, not twice, but three times. Finally he gives up and uses his spoon. |
| Pascal Curio didn't make the scrambled eggs. It was the two boys, and they were probably runny because of their little run in with Pascal. She spears yet another sausage rather savagely, and calmly stares at Lien and Toby. She doesn't mind that Toby's not speaking with her, he'll eventually speak with her. Just like Lien will eventually speak with Toby. Still, she leans forward to get herself a little more into his face. "You didn't answer my question, Toby," she says quietly, eyes glittering. If she can't get Toby to speak to her, maybe she can get Lien to speak to Toby while trying to defend him against the evil witch Pascal. |
| Lien has somehow managed to miss the rumors, maybe because she spent so much time trying to avoid people in general yesterday. But she doesn't like the look in Pascal's eyes or the tone of her voice. Yet again she pries her head away from the examination of that infinitely interesting omelette to examine the older girl hesitantly. Well, if she's not talking to Toby... "Do YOU know what happened?" |
| "I'm sorry.. did you say something?" Toby totally disses Pascal. Quite a daring move considering that just yesterday he was helplessly in the clutches of her full-body bind and has a plus-sized nose to prove it. He rolls his eyes at Lien who is being very difficult about this whole thing. "You know, Lien, if you really want to know what happened you /could/ just ask me." |
| "Of course I know what happened," Pascal turns to look at Toby and she narrows her eyes as he retorts. Brownie points to him for the guts to do so, but at the same time, one must maintain the cold-hearted front. Her gaze simply says, "Watch it." And she turns back to Lien with a vague smile, looking as if she's quite excited to tell the girl the story. "Toby had a rather," she pauses to take a bite of her sausage, "unfortunate accident." She nods, looks at the boy rather pointedly and then continues. If he's going to ignore her, then she's just going to tell his close friend LIES. "He was having a little too much fun in the Potions classroom, and well, apparently Ivanovna had been preparing an enlargement potion for the next class and well Toby," insert casual laugh, "Toby feel, face first into the cauldron. Luckily, only his nose actually touched the potion. It would have been quite tragic had his face been covered in it." |
| "Oh." And, Lien believes it. Why shouldn't she? SHE has been known to be that clumsy--wishful thinking, maybe, but it would be nice if somebody else was. The child shifts uncomfortably in her chair, her expression softening a little into one almost like concern; her eyes flick briefly to Toby. "Is... is he okay?" Aw, look, how cute. |
| Sometimes a person can only have so many buttons pressed before snapping. "You're a liar!" Uh oh, Toby is shouting again. He seems to do this quite a bit more when that Pascal is around. "That's not what happened and you know it!" He begins to breathe heavily. "You told me that you'd help me get rid of the giggle charm so I followed you to the potions lab. All the lights were off and /you/ had the BRIGHT IDEA to scare the crap out of me!" He gets some pointy finger action going on too, now. "YOU scared me and I took a swing at you. You dropped the antidote that you found and I grabbed it and ran toward the door. YOU put a body-bind on me and thought it'd be FUN to do THIS to my nose!" He points at his own nose with that pointy finger action. "You're a lying bitch!" Whoa, easy there, Toby. |
| "Toby! Please!" Pascal tries to look shocked, but really, she's delighted by the overwhelming flood of aggression and anger flowing from this child. She doesn't even so much seem to care that he called her a bitch. Plus, he's started talking to her again. "Such language should /not/ be tolerated in the school like this!" She looks at Lien, apologetically. "I'm sorry that you had to hear that coming out of his mouth." She leans closer to Lien, and in a loud stage whisper she says, "I think that maybe he hit his head on the side of the cauldron as he fell in." Of course, her eyes drift back towards Toby as she says this, and she winks at him. Boy, does she enjoy getting a rise out of him, and if this won't prompt Lien to speak to him... |
| Whoadang... Toby's gone postal and Lien's sitting right next to him! She draws back in a hurry, eyes widening behind her glasses. AND he said bad words! For a moment Lien sits in stunned silence, then her dark eyes finally turn on Pascal, and clearly she now understands that the older girl was lying to her. Sorry, Pascal, mad or not, Lien still likes Toby more than you. "Oh," is all she says when she finally finds her voice. "That wasn't very nice." |
| "Not nice? But she... I didn't... and the... you won't..." ---siiiigggghhhh--- Toby facedesks. |
| Lien's good, and Pascal has to give that to her. Still not a word to Toby. She doesn't look quite so concerned as Lien realizes that Pascal is actually lying out of her teeth, because she knows she's lying, Toby knows she's lying, and now Lien knows. It's always nice to keep everyone in the light here. "It wasn't very nice of Toby to sock me one in the arm either." She shrugs and rolls up her sleeve to reveal a rather nasty looking bruise. Truth be told, it could all be makeup, or it could be real, and either way, she decides to let the fact that she had scared the crap out of Toby slip by her. |
| "Well you scared him," Lien says. She does not say, "scared the crap out of him," because... her mom still scrubs her mouth out with soap if she says "crap". "People do stupid things when they're scared." Wait, is she defending him or what? Maybe she's STILL mad. |
| It would sound as though Toby just said "Thank you, Lien." but since his face is still flat on the table it sounds more like "rank ru, eehn." He gives a no-look thumbs up to Lien, a no-look thumbs down to Pascal, then continues to closely examine the wood grain of the table. |
| Pascal Curio blinks carefully at Lien, and since her food has long been cold, she pushes her plate away and laces her fingers together on top of the table. Her gaze darts towards Toby, she tsks at him with rather fake care in her tone, and then she looks back at Lien, a rather complacent expression on her face. "I scared Toby," she said, just as casually as if she were to say 'the sky is blue.' "But really now, rather disrespectful of him to show such lack of control as to punch a girl?" She raises an eyebrow and leans closer to Lien again, lips quirking. "What if /you/ were the one who had scared him, and he punched you?" |
| "You're bigger than he is." And Lien is quite a bit smaller. Not to mention nicer, and therefore less likely to scare him. "Besides, you're supposed to go to a teacher when there's a problem with another student--not JINX him!" Yeah! That's what LIEN would have done! |
| Finally lifting his face from the table, Toby quips: "If Lien would try to scare somebody like that I'd punch /myself/." He eyes Pascal almost evily. "And you're making it sound like I hit you with a 2-by-4 or something. It was more of me flinching than anything else. Or are you not as tough as you let on?" Toby's trying to find some of his own buttons to push now... |
| Pascal Curio glares at Toby briefly, but looks at Lien quickly, definitely more interested in trying to make herself seem less, well, evil. She's been cursed with a body that bruises easily. "Please. A teacher would have assigned Toby to wash all the bathrooms with a toothbrush or something that's much more disgusting than having his nose slightly enlarged." She waves her hand over Toby's head and continues. "I was merely sparing him the agony of having to do something that... gross." A shrug, as if having a larger nose was better than teacher punishment. "And, you know, since we /were/ in the potions classroom, I'd have to report him to Nadezhda Ivanovna (how nicely the name rolls off her tongue now), and after his last run in with her, I didn't think Toby would want that." Of course, she was doing him a /huge/ favor. A look in Toby's direction. "Isn't that right, Toby? Or would have preferred Ivanovna?" |
| How can Lien respond to this? "You didn't HAVE to jinx him." Well, there's something. What else... "And Professor Farreau does things like that all the time for punishment; everybody knows that!" Oh, yes, have we mentioned it's rumored that Aspen turned Lien green for selling drugs? Not true, of course--we have Elijah to thank for that one--but rumored. |
| "Of course all I would have had to say was that I caught you rummaging through Nadezhda's potion cabinets and when I tried to stop you you tried to hurt me so I was just defending myself. Calling her would /not/ have been in your best interest, my friend." Wait, did Toby just support Pascal's jinx or did he just condemn it? Even he is not sure as he contorts his face into a look of slight confusion. |
| "I'd like to see you try and convince her of that, Toby." Pascal looks at him with a sneer. "Or did you forget that you broke her beloved 'grandmozer's' china set, made especially for divination? She /loathes/ you." She stares at the still fading 'I'm a stupid Amerikan brat' letters on his forehead and can't help but scoff. "You should /thank/ me for not calling on her." She turns to Lien, and really, all she can do is offer a shrug. "If I was in Toby's shoes, and I had to chose, I'd take me over a professor, any day." |
| Lien's mouth screws up in frustration and she looks back down at her (stone cold) breakfast. This is going nowhere. "Fine," she says finally, "whatever. It was still mean." She stands up, scooting her chair out backward, and turns to Toby--she's actually a little taller than he is if she stands up next to him sitting down. "I'm still not speaking to you until you promise not to go into the forest," she informs him, before turning on her heel, stumbling over her chair and therefore wincing her way out of the Dining Hall. |
| To Lien: "Fine." To Pascal: "Whatever" To both: "Good day, ladies." Toby stands and heads out in a different direction than Lien. |
| A big fat mock gasp escapes from Pascal's lips as she watches both students depart in separate ways, leaving her all alone at the table. As soon as they are gone however, her lips curve up in a rather dark smile, and she just drums her fingers on the table, one leg crossed over the other and tapping out some unknown beat against the chair leg. She had arrived to the dining hall in rather sour spirits, but it's funny how quickly those moods can switch around. |
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