pins and needles [Lanza]
Oct 24, 2012 2:55:08 GMT -5
Post by Lucille Bianchi on Oct 24, 2012 2:55:08 GMT -5
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Lucky pulled the final pin from her head, sighing as the long braid slipped free from its coil and fell down her back. Carefully, she placed the pins into their case, which she then set on her dresser, untwining her hair. For a few moments, she stared at her reflection, before sighing and beginning to redo her hair. It still looked all wrong. Was she never going to be able to wear her hair down again? She just couldn't handle it anymore. Hadn't been able to for years, really. No matter, though. She'd continue stabbing her head and giving herself headaches till the end of time, then, that was just fine. Pins in place, she slipped the case into her jacket pocket, and stalked out the door, pausing briefly to lock it, before leaving the dorm building, then the school in general. She had errands to run, and she'd have been leaving for the day even if she hadn't needed to run them. That place was poisonous. It was better than where she'd been, but not by much. The only good thing was that nobody was claiming to care about her while they criticized her. At least she only had to deal with one aspect of the stupidity.
It wasn't quite as cold as she'd anticipated, but she figured she'd feel cold if she took her jacket off, since it seemed to be at that awkward temperature where it finely bordered what she found comfortable versus what she found cold. It did look pretty out. As pretty as concrete and buildings with a tiny bit of sky ever looked, that is, which basically meant it wasn't overwhelmingly depressing. She could sometimes see Tokyo's charm, when she wasn't busy being frustrated at how she didn't always know how to say things or about how she had to go to the crazy place she called her school. God, did anyone even know what they taught there? She really didn't know if anyone besides students and graduates of the place had any idea. It was, quite frankly, pretty creepy stuff. No one could or should rely on someone else for their happiness and protection in life, nor should they take orders from somebody else. It was soooooo much bullshit packaged with words that made shit go boom and some fancy not-tattoo tattoos (which, okay, the latter two parts were sorta cool, but the rest was dumb). She supposed that she was supposed to succumb to the madness with the rest of them whenever she met her Fighter, whoever the hell they were. Lucky had heard some mutters about them, whoever they were. She couldn't avoid being somewhat curious, wary as she was of their very existence. What sort of person could possibly exist who could even jokingly be called her "other half"? Like, really. They'd have to've endured a ton of crap too, wouldn't they? Or they could just as easily be the kind of person who put other people THROUGH tons of crap. It was kind of hard to guess, really. It wasn't like she had a name that made the contents of a person's heart easy to guess at, not like it was something like Venom or anything. Faceted was a bit more difficult, other than assuring her that it wasn't someone boring.
But her errands needed her attention, didn't they? Thinking about someone she'd never met wasn't quite as important as dealing with things about people she'd been unfortunate enough to know. She had a birthday card to send to her mother (the bitch), and it had to go well in advance just to make sure it got to the right destination. And there was the food she wanted to pick up to keep in her room, so she could avoid the school's food...and the school's students. She really couldn't stand other teenagers, for the most part. They seemed determined to try to tease her about her lack of ears and to degrade her for her age. Made her want to stab their stupid faces and smash them into walls. Not that she did so. She just scowled at them and went out of her way to avoid them. The school's psychologist, Dr. Schilke, had assured her she was far from the only student at the school who had been subject to a problematic life, but it seemed like those students were kept rather secluded from each other. She definitely hadn't met anyone decent. Not that she'd really ever met anyone decent... She had, what, one friend back in Louisiana? No, two. And they'd all bonded over having shitty parents. What great friendships those were. Dissolved as soon as the other two decided that they'd just run off. Didn't invite her, either. Such great fun...
The card to her mother was mailed, and Lucky turned her attention towards going to shop for some food. What did she even like to eat? She couldn't think of a single thing. It couldn't be too complicated to prep, either, which somehow made it even more complicated. Well, since she didn't feel like loitering around a grocery store trying to come up with stuff, and cafes were dumb spots to hang out, she made her way to the nearest green-ish area with some benches and began to make a list. Well, attempt to make a list. She really couldn't concentrate at all, for some reason, and it was kind of vexing. She pinched the bridge of her nose. If she had to be failing at concentrating on getting shit done, couldn't it be for a good reason at least?
It wasn't quite as cold as she'd anticipated, but she figured she'd feel cold if she took her jacket off, since it seemed to be at that awkward temperature where it finely bordered what she found comfortable versus what she found cold. It did look pretty out. As pretty as concrete and buildings with a tiny bit of sky ever looked, that is, which basically meant it wasn't overwhelmingly depressing. She could sometimes see Tokyo's charm, when she wasn't busy being frustrated at how she didn't always know how to say things or about how she had to go to the crazy place she called her school. God, did anyone even know what they taught there? She really didn't know if anyone besides students and graduates of the place had any idea. It was, quite frankly, pretty creepy stuff. No one could or should rely on someone else for their happiness and protection in life, nor should they take orders from somebody else. It was soooooo much bullshit packaged with words that made shit go boom and some fancy not-tattoo tattoos (which, okay, the latter two parts were sorta cool, but the rest was dumb). She supposed that she was supposed to succumb to the madness with the rest of them whenever she met her Fighter, whoever the hell they were. Lucky had heard some mutters about them, whoever they were. She couldn't avoid being somewhat curious, wary as she was of their very existence. What sort of person could possibly exist who could even jokingly be called her "other half"? Like, really. They'd have to've endured a ton of crap too, wouldn't they? Or they could just as easily be the kind of person who put other people THROUGH tons of crap. It was kind of hard to guess, really. It wasn't like she had a name that made the contents of a person's heart easy to guess at, not like it was something like Venom or anything. Faceted was a bit more difficult, other than assuring her that it wasn't someone boring.
But her errands needed her attention, didn't they? Thinking about someone she'd never met wasn't quite as important as dealing with things about people she'd been unfortunate enough to know. She had a birthday card to send to her mother (the bitch), and it had to go well in advance just to make sure it got to the right destination. And there was the food she wanted to pick up to keep in her room, so she could avoid the school's food...and the school's students. She really couldn't stand other teenagers, for the most part. They seemed determined to try to tease her about her lack of ears and to degrade her for her age. Made her want to stab their stupid faces and smash them into walls. Not that she did so. She just scowled at them and went out of her way to avoid them. The school's psychologist, Dr. Schilke, had assured her she was far from the only student at the school who had been subject to a problematic life, but it seemed like those students were kept rather secluded from each other. She definitely hadn't met anyone decent. Not that she'd really ever met anyone decent... She had, what, one friend back in Louisiana? No, two. And they'd all bonded over having shitty parents. What great friendships those were. Dissolved as soon as the other two decided that they'd just run off. Didn't invite her, either. Such great fun...
The card to her mother was mailed, and Lucky turned her attention towards going to shop for some food. What did she even like to eat? She couldn't think of a single thing. It couldn't be too complicated to prep, either, which somehow made it even more complicated. Well, since she didn't feel like loitering around a grocery store trying to come up with stuff, and cafes were dumb spots to hang out, she made her way to the nearest green-ish area with some benches and began to make a list. Well, attempt to make a list. She really couldn't concentrate at all, for some reason, and it was kind of vexing. She pinched the bridge of her nose. If she had to be failing at concentrating on getting shit done, couldn't it be for a good reason at least?
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Notes; this would have happened quicker if my computer wasn't evil
Tags; Lanza~
Wordcount; 935I'm so sorry
Tags; Lanza~
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