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riverariley:
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Another smile, and then a moment of silence between the two girls. Riley slowed her pace, allowing Veronica to keep up. “S-so, um, h-how… how are you finding your stay here?” She began, more for the sake of clearing away the AWKWARDNESS than gaining information. She was never one to opt for small talk, or conversation in general, but she didn’t like the TENSION that had begun settling in the air, either.
The awkwardness between both of them has become so palpable, anyone could cut it with a knife. So she almost let out a sigh of relief once the girl asked her a question. “It’s been alright. I got to meet a bunch of psychos, and it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be,” she replied with nonchalance. It was a perfectly lukewarm question and one that did not need much commitment. “How have..you been?” Since I last saw you and screamed at you. She on the other hand, was unable to find a question to ask and settled for the most obvious small talk starter.
maikwons:
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regret COURSES through her veins like a powerful dose of adrenaline, clearly recognizing the voice as soon as she hears it. “ v, wait —- ” she turns around to face the other, and her voice is hoarse ; as if she’s been screaming for all too long. “ i didn’t MEAN… “ mai pauses. that’s a lie. she did mean what she said, but she doesn’t want it to hurt other people ( TOO LATE ; THAT’S A NEWFOUND SKILL YOU HAVE, MAI ). “ i-i’ve just… it’s been… ” she finds herself stumbling over her words as her vision blurs and her stomach does somersaults, and soon, the tears are hard to stop. they stream down her cheeks ; embarrassed and frustrated and sad in a fucked up trail mix kinda way. “ i-i’m so sorry, v!! “
She stops midway when she hears Mai call her name. Looking back, her face is all confusion and disappointment. Part of her blames herself, as if she could’ve done something to prevent this from happening. Only because she is so familiar with the process--how you harden you heart to stop feeling, to protect yourself from hurt--she thinks she could’ve done something to protect Mai. Tsk tsk, Veronica, you don’t get to have a say in these things. She swallows the lump in her throat, torn between hugging Mai and staying where she is. She keeps her feet planted in the ground. Even with Mai, she’s never been one to mince words or beat around the bush. Her face is now lined with worry. “Are you alright? What happened? Why are you acting like this?”
lydiaasher:
veronica.
She recognizes the girl, mostly as a sweet blonde and Gabriel’s girlfriend. It was odd for Veronica to see her being something other than delicate. Something was obviously wrong, so she asked the girl if she could help. She was met with a very cutting one word reply. Raising her eyebrows in shock, her voice was sharp but cautious. “I asked you if I could help. You seem to be incredibly stressed. No need to snap at me.”
Lydia’s anger is very rarely sustainable – she’s not made to harbor rage or resentment, not even on the worst of days. The sharpness in the other girl’s voice, along with her correct insistence that there’s no need to snap, makes guilt creep into her bones and the effect of it is obvious on her features. “ S-Sorry,” she mumbles, fingers curling tightly in the bag. “ N-no, thank you. I’m, um, I’m alright.”
She mellows down as she sees the girl’s anger dissipate and all that’s left is the same blonde girl Veronica recognized. There is a pang in her chest. She knows what happened in the masquerade ball and some of the things the blonde has to go through. She does not allow herself to pity and stand by. Instead she gets up and without saying a word, picks up the remaining trash around the lounge. “It’s alright. You seem to need help.”
scarletknott:
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“See, but you had a real good time with those brownies didn’t you? You learned how to make chicken quesadillas,” the dark haired girl chuckled, placing a hand over her mouth to keep from laughing to much at the expense of her friend, “Speaking of edibles, I’m not sure if you already stole a thin mint from the container in our room but they’re.. delicious and you should. Totally should. Free of charge.”
“Oh my god, those quesadillas,” She laughed at the memory, almost forgetting that it happened only a few days after her mom’s funeral. “They were terrible. The quesadillas I mean.” She nodded and smiled at the offer. “I might get some, but I don’t want to end up cooking a mess, again.” Her face turned curious and she mused, “I wonder what would happen if they put drugs in Girl Scout cookies and brownies. I don’t know. Just a thought.”
riverariley:
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With the confirmation, Riley then led the way to the maintenance office. “Riley,” she replied, giving another smile. She wouldn’t call it proper, but it was better than the first time, what with the other SCREAMING in her face and consuming more than what she considered her personal space. “Yeah, um, i-it’s cool, I-uh, I guess.” She’s decided to forget about how Veronica acted towards her in the past, but she couldn’t deny how the way she acted now gave Riley a sense of PRIDE. Usually, she’s the one all shuffle-y and awkward. Is this… POWER?
She usually would want to take the reigns in situation like this. But it was guilt that prevented her. It was guilt that forced her to stay back and watch as Riley led the way. Should she say something? How could this girl even find it in her heart to help her even after Veronica practically harassed her? Was this some kind of revenge by kindness? She decides to mutter out a small expression of gratitude, instead. “Thank you, Riley. This means a lot.”
since WHEN had she become so CRUEL? her eyes have hardened and there is no light in them, as she PULLS her hair back into a ponytail, a sigh tumbling from her lips. “ NO, i don’t know where min jae is. i don’t care, either. i don’t know where GABE or lydia are either. so, if i’ve answered all your questions, feel free to leave, ” mai says flatly, rolling her eyes and not even looking at the other ( no time to waste. she has hunting to do, after all ).
There is only confusion. This is not the Mai that she knows. This girl seems cruel, rougher, finally tired of the world’s bullshit. This does not make her mad. If it were somebody else, she would’ve answered back with even more daggers in her tone. Seeing Mai like this, breaks her heart. It was like looking into a mirror. Veronica sighs, “No, I’m not looking for teen murderer and his blonde girlfriend. Neither do I need my korean tutor. I was actually going to...” A pause. Hesitation filled with disappointment. She shouldn’t have turned out like this. “Ask you if you want to have ramen with me. But seems like you’re not in the mood, anyway. So I’m leaving.”
Lydia was frustrated enough that it actually showed, which was a pretty rare occurrence for her. Everything that was going on was piling up, putting more and more stress on her that she didn’t have an outlet for. At the moment she was distracting herself by cleaning up the student lounge, shoving trash into a bag a little rougher than she needed to. The sound of a voice cut through her thoughts, though she didn’t hear what they said. “What?” She questioned, harsher than she intended.
She recognizes the girl, mostly as a sweet blonde and Gabriel’s girlfriend. It was odd for Veronica to see her being something other than delicate. Something was obviously wrong, so she asked the girl if she could help. She was met with a very cutting one word reply. Raising her eyebrows in shock, her voice was sharp but cautious. “I asked you if I could help. You seem to be incredibly stressed. No need to snap at me.”
“Y’know,” Sorem spoke, playing with the bunch of flowers, “this school needs a little bit of makeover. To make the place more alive.”
A sardonic smile rises to her lips. “Your optimism is both admirable and pitiful. Sorry to cover your sunlight, but this school is a graveyard and flowers are only fitting.”
“This is either a love note or a suicide letter and honestly I have no idea if I’m supposed to be concerned or just annoyed that it got stuck to my shoe.”
“Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised. Some kids here trade love letters and suicide notes like they’re math homework.”
“I know you want me, babe. I can tell..”
“Are you talking to me? I’m sorry but arrogant and entitled is definitely not my type. You’ll have better luck dry-humping that wall over there.”
Therapy was never an easy thing for Clem, not when they kept pushing issues she refused to acknowledge, so when that day’s session ended with her storming out on the verge of tears, it was hardly a surprise. Normally, the hallways were fairly deserted and the red headed girl could get back to her dorm without anyone seeing her, but this time she came around the corner and plowed right into someone. Her heels and small frame didn’t work to her advantage and she tumbled back, falling hard on the ground.
“What…fuck, fuck. Watch where you…where you’re fucking going.”
Walking casually to one of her classes, Veronica feels herself collide into a body and sees only a flash of red. Before she can even react, she finds herself face-to-face with a panicking Clementine Sterling. It’s not the first time she saw the redhead in this state. Nights spent in the hospital with her mother, watching the Sterling trial with faint interest slowly come back to her. She half-heartedly extends a hand to the girl, not sure whether helping Clementine is even in her best interest. Despite the outstretched hand, her voice is laced with the lightest of poisons.
“No you watch where your going, Cersei--I mean Clementine. What in the fuck has gotten in to you?”
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ofcaspiian:
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his sour mood only deepens further and he cocks a brow, expression bland and unimpressed. “caspian.” he corrects sharply. only clem got to call him cas. an instant dislike rose for the girl in front of him. “i’d ask who you are ,but i really can’t bring myself to care.”
Eyebrows raise at the boy’s tone, but the rest of her face remain apathetic. “Well she only refers to you as Cas and here I am thinking that you guys only reference one fantasy world. Turns out you have Narnia in the bag too.” She rests her chin on the palm of her hand, and sighs. “I’d tell you where her dorm room is, but I couldn’t really bring myself to care.”