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Post by jen on Dec 18, 2008 21:28:10 GMT -5
ooc:// look at the crappy post >>;;
She pulled her arms through the jacket, pulling the collar up around her neck before sliding her hands up and flipping her hair out. Dark locks curling at her shoulders slightly as she eavesdropped on the conversation of two misfits that waited patiently near the door.
“Yeah, Headmaster is currently walking around the boy’s dorms.” “You sure?” “Mhm. I saw him leave the girl’s wing.”
Clyde buttoned up the front of her jacket, shutting the window in her room and ensuring that a pack of cigarettes were nestled in the inside pocket before moving towards the door pointedly.
“Let’s go, Ladies.” The misfit leader commanded, stepping into the dark hallway quietly. She hesitated, shutting her room door quietly behind her before taking the back stair well outside. She pushed the door open and was greeted by a wall of cold, thick air. Snow fell gently down from the dark sky and several other Misfits stood around, they’d somehow managed to rustle up three carriages.
Clyde watched puffs of white smoke come from her lips as she viewed the area. Watching all of them shuffle into the carriages in order to go to town. Clyde however, didn’t move quite yet. She pointed at two misfits in the last carriage.
“Out.” “Er..why?” “I have my reasons, Go with Mary and Linda.” She said, pointing to the carriage ahead, turning in the snow and heading back inside without another word. Pleased to hear the carriage door squeak open and the girls shift into a different one.
Stepping inside, ignoring the snow she tracked in, Clyde jumped up the stairs two at a time. Wandering the hallways silently and blindly until she reached the ‘Pretty Face’ section. She knocked on one door, waking up some bitch Pretty Face who nagged her about sleep and how late it was. Clyde interrupted the rant to ask a question, pointed down the hall and to the left.
Following the directions, She knocked on the heavy oak door to Lizzie’s room quietly. Moving to brush snow off her shoulders.
Might as well try and make it up to her.
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Post by Ayu on Dec 18, 2008 21:50:52 GMT -5
Lizzie was lying on her back on her bed, reading 25th century scifi by candlelight and chatting to her roommate. Her homework for the next week lay in neat piles on the desk. "Look, Anna," she said, turning a page, "just ask him out. Have you lost all confidence in yourself? I have it on very good authority that he'll say yes. And he's perfect for you, you know, he's rich and good-looking, so why not?"
Her roommate, who was a petite blonde with big blue eyes that shone even in the candlelight, wrinkled her perfect brow. "But..."
There was a knock on the door. "Get that, Anna," Lizzie told her offhand, turning another page. "Who knows...it might be Charles~"
The blonde got out of her bed without a grumble, pulled down the neckline of her nightie slightly and opened the door, then instantly slammed it.
"Who is it?" asked Lizzie lazily.
"It's that horrid girl," Anna replied. "The Misfit. Clyde. The scary one."
"What?" Lizzie sat up straight, shoved a bookmark into her book and jumped out of bed, pushing Anna out of the way, banging the door open. "Anna, go back to bed. I'll be right back.
She pushed Clyde into the corridor and shut the door behind her. "What," she hissed irritably at the snowy Misfit, "do you want at this time of night?"
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Post by jen on Dec 18, 2008 22:03:20 GMT -5
Clyde looked the length of the hallways to ensure no administrator decided to drop by. Hearing the door hinges squeak, she looked forward. Her face contorted slightly, figuring she got the wrong room as the blonde answered the door, of course noting the plunging neckline, but it wasn’t long before she once again stared at a wooden door, making her wonder if it really ever happened.
Exhaling heavily, she debated knocking again, but before she could even make another move, Lizzie shoved her back, reeling to catch her balance she blinked at the Pretty Face.
“It’s only ten pm…” She said blankly, using that to cover up a statement along the lines of, ‘Who’s the blonde?’
“Well. The Misfits and I are gonna go into Town. I was wondering if you’d like to come with me…I mean us.” She hesitated, voice becoming unnerved for a moment. “Not a date or anything like that, I mean, just to the bookstore or something; Ya’know, to make up for being a total jackass when my Mother was here.”
She clawed a hand through her hair, feeling spots where snowflakes had melted. So many things came to mind on what to comment. To tease her about that apparently bimbo-headed blonde roommate of her’s, or to complain about how New York came to life around ten at night. But she remained silent.
“Come on, I’ll even buy you a book. Whaddya say?” Clyde’s tone suggested she didn’t care if Lizzie came or left, but it didn’t mean she’d try and edge Lizzie’s decision.
“Or is that roommate of yours gonna spread rumors that you hung out with…” she rose her hands up, flexing her fingers in air quotes, “…Clyde the Scary Misfit at ten at night.”
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Post by Ayu on Dec 18, 2008 22:12:59 GMT -5
Biting back several smart comments, Lizzie leant on the door. "Clyde, I'm a Pretty Face. I am not a Misfit. I'm sure your friends would just love to have me along." She shrugged, and pushed back a stray hair of the hair that was plaited to control it while she slept. "Anyway, I'm sure you'd have more fun with your own clique."
The truth was that yes, she was scared of what Anna would tell the other Pretty Faces. Otherwise she would have been there like a shot. Misfits or no Misfits, she was moderately sure that they'd have a good time together. Clyde seemed sincere.
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Post by jen on Dec 18, 2008 22:18:27 GMT -5
Clyde laughed, sticking her hands in her pockets and rolling her eyes.
"Those jackasses? Please, second we roll into town, they'll be off trying to pick up guys or get drunk or something." Clyde offered a smile, then added a small shrug. "I'm just going because I'd have to deal with being physically removed from my room and dragged into town, I don't wanna get all stressed out and stuff. Besides, if they had a problem with you, they could take it up with me. It's really none of their concern who I chose to bring where. When it comes to their opinion on crap like that, They can go fu--screw themselves for all I care..."
She fought back some swearing, civility was the only way anything would happen. She dropped her gaze to her feet, lifting a foot to tap the toe against the ground, knocking off some of the slush. Adjusting the jacket by rolling her shoulders she shrugged again.
"Alright then. It'll be your loss, but don't say I didn't offer." She raised her eyebrows, offering a challenging smirk. "last chance to come..." She murmured, stepping backwards toward the end of the hallway.
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Post by Ayu on Dec 18, 2008 22:27:32 GMT -5
Lizzie did her best not to allow her agony of indecision to show on her face. If she went, it could be awful or it could be wonderful. Knowing Clyde, it was totally unpredictable. But if she never went, she'd never know.
She shrugged. "Buy me a cup of tea and a book, and I'll come. Just give me a moment to get ready." Being a Pretty Face, a 'moment' was likely to be about half an hour.
She flipped her plait over her shoulder. "How shall I explain to my good friend Anna that I'm going out with a gang of Misfits rather than act as her love counselor, do you think?" Leaning back on the door, she examined her long nails. "It's not something I should be doing, you know."
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Post by jen on Dec 18, 2008 22:35:00 GMT -5
Clyde stopped when she spoke again, mildly amused that Lizzie made it sound as if she was doing her a favor. A hint of regret tainted her mind, but she quickly defused it. She had to make an attempt, this meant cutting the crap and being well, charming and kind.
So far. She wasn't doing so hot.
"Will do." She said, smiling, but frowning slightly at the moment statement. "Well. Make it quick, We're going to town at night, you don't need to dress to impress anyone."
The misfit squinted at Lizzie's dilemma.
"Uhm. How about. I'm gonna go hang out with a clique that's a shit-load more fun than you?" She snorted at the final statement, "You don't have to be doing anything, You want to, I knew there was a little twist of Misfit in ya. Come on! If it's that big of a problem, just forget about her. I'll lend you some clothes and we can be on our way. Don't make this more difficult than it already is."
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Post by Ayu on Dec 18, 2008 22:43:43 GMT -5
She thought about it for a moment, and an uncharacteristically mischievous smile crept onto her face. She opened the door behind her. "Anna, I've got to go. I won't be back for a few hours, so don't wait up, sweetie."
Before her roommate had a chance to respond, she shut the door again. "Ok," she told Clyde briskly, "I need a corset, knickers, shift, petticoat, dress, shoes and a hairbrush, and I'm set."
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Post by jen on Dec 18, 2008 22:50:49 GMT -5
Clyde saw the mischievous smile and her heart skipped a beat. She grinned broadly an stepped out of the way of the door, once it was shut, she started to walk away, Turning to walk backwards at the list.
Dumbfounded, she spoke up:
"Uhm. Listen, lady. How about a shirt and pants?" She arched an eyebrow, but she corrected herself quickly. "I'll let you shift through my roommates things. I'm sure she has whatever the hell you just listed." She muttered, waving a hand. She flew down a few more hallways, twisting the knob and walking into her room. Never bothering to really lock the damned thing. She opened the closet and drawers, stepping back and letting Lizzie do her thing.
She moved and plucked a used cigarette off the desk, lighting it up and taking a drag. "I'll wait outside while you change, I guess." She muttered, exhaling and walking past her to the hallway.
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Post by Ayu on Dec 18, 2008 23:00:48 GMT -5
Lizzie rolled her eyes. "I swear you're a boy somewhere in there, Clyde." She followed the Misfit back to her room. "Thanks anyway."
She stepped inside. "You do that." Rummaging through the drawers, she managed to locate some underwear, at least, and apart from that she supposed she could get by with just Clyde's shirt and trousers combo. She peeled off her linen nightdress and swiftly dressed, buttoning up the shirt as she called, "Clyde, where's your hairbrush?"
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Post by jen on Dec 18, 2008 23:05:55 GMT -5
Clyde stopped suddenly to look down her shirt, "I think I'm a girl." she said pointedly to Lizzie.
Clyde stood outside, leaning against the wall, watching clouds of smoke raise to the ceiling. When a misfit goon came bounding up the stairs, she caught Clyde's glare and went back to report from her silent memo to 'wait longer'. Hearing the voice, she cautiously cracked the door to make sure Lizzie was prepared for her entrance. Walking across the room, she snuffed the cigarette out and put it back on the ashtray she got it from. Exhaling the smoke through her nose as she ripped a drawer open and tossed the hairbrush to Lizzie, hitting the same drawer shut with her hip.
She glanced at the closet, moving to take off her coat. Tossing it over the chair near Lizzie.
"You take it." She said simply, finding a heavier fabric, dark colored shirt and pulling it on over the other one. Once they were ready, she ensured she had money in her pocket, moving to the door and swung it open, motioning out.
"Ladies first."
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Post by Ayu on Dec 18, 2008 23:11:42 GMT -5
Lizzie swiftly unplaited and brushed through her hair, letting it hang in its usual wild waves down her back, although since she was just dragging a brush through it a few times, it didn't have its usual glossy sheen.
She caught the coat, swinging it on smoothly. "You will be ok, right? You won't freeze to death or anything without it?" As directed, she went through the door first. "I look horrible, though. I need time to put my makeup on and do my hair, Clyde!"
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Post by jen on Dec 18, 2008 23:15:15 GMT -5
"It's just a bit of snow. Not a tundra." Clyde stated, sounding like a child to an over-protective mother. She shuffled out after Lizzie, listening to the cries as she closed the door behind her. Keeping herself between the entrance to the room and Lizzie. Quickly correcting the Pretty Face's whines.
"First of all, You don't look horrible. You look fine, in fact, better than fine, You're gorgeous, alright?" she let out a heavy breath, "...and I told you, you're not impressing anybody at this time of night. It's just to get the hell out of this place." She moved to put an arm around Lizzie's waist, dragging her towards the back stair well. "You'll be fine if you don't get all dolled up for one night of your life."
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Post by Ayu on Dec 18, 2008 23:23:48 GMT -5
Lizzie shrugged. "If you're sure. But it is December, you know." She glance dubiously at the snow-heaped windowsill. "Oh well. Hypothermia is your responsibility."
She picked at her hair doubtfully. "It's not dolling up. It's making myself feel more comfortable and prettier." She shrugged. Whatever. She was going to look like an ugly idiot in front of her enemies. Perfect.
But she followed the tug of Clyde's hand on her waist anyway, uncomfortably aware that said waist, while by no means fat, was a lot more muscled and sturdy than she'd like when seen without a corset. "So does this little excursion have a point, or is it just for the fun of it?"
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Post by jen on Dec 18, 2008 23:28:32 GMT -5
"You weren't here when we locked Mary outside in the boathouse for four hours. Trust me. We're gonna be okay." She said, rolling her eyes, still keeping the pace towards the flight of stairs.
"For your information, It is dolling up because there is no point in it what-so-ever. Natural beauty, You're smart, you should know what that is." Clyde said, pushing the door open and letting go of Lizzie, dropping down the stairs two at a time again. "I don't understand why you're so self-conscious. I really don't, Lizzie." She stopped at the first landing to look back at the Pretty Face thoughtfully.
"None. For Fun. You're alright with that, right?" Clyde questioned, "Sometimes, Us insane misfits do things for entertainment, it's a crazy idea, I know." Clyde rolled her eyes, starting down the next flight, avoiding the puddles of water from the snow that had came off her shoes when she climbed up.
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