|
|
Post by Ayu on Dec 7, 2008 17:40:45 GMT -5
((Never mind ¬.¬))
Lizzie frowned at the other girl's sudden aggression, putting down her teacup with a loud echoing clonk on the long wooden table. "You want the truth? I think I know more about you than you're willing to admit to anyone...than you're willing to admit to yourself. You're very obvious, Clyde." Her tone was strained.
She didn't react. She didn't react. Her fists clenched hard and she felt a sudden overwhelming urge to punch Clyde in the face, but she didn't react. She wasn't hated...was she?
"Knowing what it means doesn't mean you recognise when to apply it, apparently," she called after Clyde. "Look at yourself! Just look! Hypocrite!"
---
Mei Ling ran along the corridor to Clyde's room, quite literally bouncing off the walls. She had a new move her teacher had sent her instructions for which she had finally perfected, and she wanted to show it to her idol.
She kicked the door open, slamming it into the wall so hard the doorframe shook, before realising that the figure inside wasn't Clyde. The diminutive Chinese girl tilted her head and regarded the unfamiliar woman, "You no is being Leader," she said, stating the blindingly obvious. "Who you is being?"
|
|
|
|
Post by jen on Dec 7, 2008 19:44:14 GMT -5
"Hypocrite?" Clyde snorted, looking back at Lizzie. Her inability to walk away from a fight showing like a fluorescent orange sign. "Obvious?" She rolled her eyes and shifted her jaw.
"You don't know the first thing about me. It seems it'll be staying that way too." She swallowed hard, biting back anger and rolling her shoulders in a calming way. "I have no problem in recognizing what I want. I know how I feel, and I'm confident about my feelings and emotions fully. I'm not like ridiculous little Pretty Faces who are so busy spreading rumors around they don't seem to notice how full of bullshit they really are." She noticed the fists clenched, and she grinned deviously.
"What's the matter? Did I hit a nerve? Don't talk to me about Denial and the alleged truth while you're still blinded by your own thoughts." Clyde moved a hand to brush bangs from her face. "You aren't higher than anybody, Lizzie. You're just like the rest of us here. Your vocabulary might be of scholar levels, but your naivety and inexperience fail to support you."
---
Claudia spun on her heels at the room shook, currently crumpling up the papers Clyde had drawn on and left scatter around the room.
"Uhm...Leader?" Surely these girls weren't considering Clyde a leader. Dear heavens, no. Her lips pursed, and she moved to toss the handful of paper she currently clutched into the over-flowing wastebasket.
"I'm Claudia's mother." She said carefully, glancing at Mei after she'd ensured the paper had gone into the basket. "And you are...?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Ayu on Dec 7, 2008 20:14:46 GMT -5
Now royally pissed off, Lizzie thumped a fist down hard on the table with a clatter of china. "I'm aware of my place, thank you so very much, Claudia. I know what your precious clique thinks of me. I know what everyone thinks of me. But at least I know where I stand. I don't walk around the place hiding behind a fake name and a fake personality. I might be naive and arrogant and so on, but at least I can admit that to myself." There was a phrase she'd never expected to say. Probably because it was self-evidently untrue.
She stood up, leaving her unfinished breakfast on the table. "I'm not carrying on this conversation, Claudia. I'm not going to sit here and let you badmouth my friends and I, and I'm not going to let you think you've won when all you're doing is damning yourself over and over again. I'm sick of this conversation already." Pushing her hair away irritably, she stormed out of the dining hall.
---
Mei ignored the question, her eyes drawn to the older woman's hands. "Hey! That is being art of Leader! You is no to throwing out!" She dashed forward and snatched the drawings from the bin, smoothing them out on the desk.
"Who Chlaw-dya is being?" she asked as she did so. She knew Clyde as Leader, and perhaps tenuously as Calide, but nobody called her Claudia, so she didn't know her as such.
|
|
|
|
Post by jen on Dec 7, 2008 20:29:24 GMT -5
Clyde stepped forward, closing the distance between her and Lizzie swiftly. Offering only a few words in a scathing, but low tone of voice.
"There is nothing fake about me."
But she stepped back as soon as Lizzie moved, laughing lightly at her words. "Great confrontational skills may I say. For someone who howls about the supposed truth, you don't practice what you preach."
She wasn't even sure if her words were heard as Lizzie stomped out of the dining hall. Another Misfit strolled into the dining hall, looking at Lizzie as she stormed past. Turning back to Clyde with a curious expression.
"Go get your breakfast." Clyde spat venomously, watching the Misfit go scurrying to heed the command. She turned, picking up the other piece of toast from Lizzie plate, before moving to leave the hall herself.
---
Claudia's hand snapped up in a surrender motion as Mei came towards her. She blinked and watched the rescue of the drawings and sketches dumbfounded.
"Claudia is my daughter, Claudia DeMonte." She offered, eying the drawings finally. So they were her daughters? Not a roommates, Claudia had no such idea that Clyde was capable of such a thing. Her lips pursed as she picked up one in particular. What seemed to have started as a scenery shot of the woods, ended with doodles of an exotic and beautiful flower. The outline of a woman's face had been started, but never finished. Just the skeletal image of guide lines.
She placed it back on the desk, finding the room suddenly uncomfortable. Moving the bed, she folded the sheets, just wanting to keep her hands busy.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ayu on Dec 7, 2008 20:57:41 GMT -5
Lizzie got halfway up the stairs, kicked the wall, hurting her delicately-shod feet, and slammed into the alcove under the window, arms folded. Of all the insufferable, hypocritical, up-themself...GAAH! She gritted her teeth and tugged irritably at a misplaced curl in her hair. She knew it had been a mistake to talk to a Misfit in the first place.
---
Mei tapped her fingers on the desk. DeMonte...
"Is Leader," she said eventually with a nod, not entirely confidently. "You is being Leader mother?"
Not waiting for an answer, she gave a bow which, although polite in China, was a very masculine and extremely strange-looking thing here in the West. "I is being Mei Ling. I is being Leader friend."
|
|
|
|
Post by jen on Dec 7, 2008 21:05:04 GMT -5
Clyde bit off a bite of toast. Mumbling under her breath and watching her feet. God damn, irritating, bitchy pretty faces! She growled, tossing the rest of the toast into a potted plant before ascending a flight of stairs. Going to investigate her room.
---
Claudia watched the girl with interest.
"Yes, I suppose I am." She said, voice faltering at the bow. She shifted the weight on her feet. "Mei Ling."
My did her daughter have unusual friends. She'd decided that officially. Although, she was somewhat curious.
"Tell me, why do you call my daughter leader?" she questioned, sitting on the bed and looking the girl over carefully.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ayu on Dec 7, 2008 21:22:28 GMT -5
Lizzie wasn't the brooding type. She quickly sprang from the alcove and made for her own room, fuming and plotting her revenge as she went. Somehow, it felt like her emotions towards Clyde had been used against her, although she knew that wasn't the case. In any case, she was going to get her own back, and what was more she was going to stop that little spark of love in her chest. Right now. Before something really bad came of it.
---
Mei grinned and bowed again. "Leader is being leader for we! Leader is being smart and she liking person who no is being normal. Leader is good friend!"
What Mei was trying to get across, extremely clumsily, of course, was that Clyde was the leader of the only cliques at this school to treat her as more than some kind of exotic and dangerous animal. That was why she would follow Clyde and protect her to the death, that was why she called her 'Leader'.
|
|
|
|
Post by jen on Dec 7, 2008 21:31:14 GMT -5
Clyde would take anything Lizzie could throw at her with a grin. Masochistic, perhaps they both were; but Clyde would be ready and waiting. Even know, she mused what Lizzie would do. Perhaps not giving her enough credit and just guessing she'd spread some nasty rumor about Clyde and Salem that included a closet and after school hours. Or that she worshiped Satan in her free time. Easy things that could be brushed off without so much as a heartbeat's hesitation.
---
Claudia blinked at the words, but somehow understood.
"I see." She murmured quietly, thinking it over. Mildly surprised that her daughter had been elevated to such a level of respectability. "And who is...we?" she asked, wondering if it was some sadistic cult that hid in the nooks and crannies of the school.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ayu on Dec 7, 2008 21:42:24 GMT -5
Lizzie knew from her talk last night that rumours and blackmail, her weapon of choice, were as good as useless against Clyde. Like water off a duck's back. And getting into a fist fight was out of the question; Lizzie wasn't a bad fighter, but she suspected Clyde was rather better, and anyway there was that kid who hung around with her...Mei Ling...who had already got quite a reputation for dog-like defence of her mistress.
Perhaps that was the answer, Lizzie mused for a moment, contemplating hurting Clyde's underlings to hurt Clyde. But that thought didn't survive close scrutiny.
Clearly this needed more thought. Her drawings might be a good starting point, thought Lizzie, going through the things close to Clyde's heart.
---
"Misfits," Mei informed her simply, as if that was all that needed to be said. In her strange accent, it came out as Mix-fit.
|
|
|
|
Post by jen on Dec 8, 2008 14:41:01 GMT -5
And so, the two girls entered what was expected of Florence Academy students. They'd become rivals of a rather dangerous game. The rules were written by the administration but altered by students. To hurt each other as severely as possible and continue in the game of one-up man ship.
So you had side one. The vengeful, spiteful Pretty Face with an education and IQ of unbelievable standards. Able to fight fire with fire and come out the top dog.
And the other side. Arrogance and overconfidence armed a Misfit with an ungodly attitude and even more incredulous personality. Fully embracing the behavior of humans to never come in second place.
Clyde never would. Coming in second place or losing wasn't in her nature. It was ridiculous for her to have that mindset. Even if losing meant setting fire to her best drawings and sketches. Even if it meant stealing and thievery. Hell, She'd probably hack off her own leg to win a competition.
Or even break her own heart. Yet, that didn't concern her. It couldn't happen. Never would she let her heart be broken. She'd always be the one to do the breaking. Never would such a thing happen where she'd fall into some exotic feeling, love, and forfeit because of it. Never.
---
"Micks Fit?" Claudia question, mind boggled by the term before finally puzzling and translating through the accent. "Oh! misfit." She murmured, although didn't seem any less disappointed.
Misfit didn't come off as a very respectable and well, lady-like clique. And so far, the apparent entries into the clique were proving that fact generously. She wondered if Lizzie was one alleged Misfit too, but dismissed the idea quickly. Knowing Miss Crosby was not 'Misfit' material. Her maturity and intelligence reflecting that simply.
|
|
|
|
Post by Ayu on Dec 8, 2008 17:31:35 GMT -5
The Scot locked her door, not particularly caring whether her roommate might want to come in, and sat on her bed, arms folded, contemplating the far wall. To be honest, Clyde had her at a total loss.
The Misfit exposed few weaknesses. But, Lizzie privately promised herself, she would be punished for being so rude, for throwing her off balance, for insulting everything she stood for. For making her fall in love notlovenononono, hate.
---
Well, they weren't at all, but Mei liked them. "Yes! Mixfit! We is being strong and we is being different! We is being much good!"
|
|
|
|
Post by jen on Dec 8, 2008 17:45:05 GMT -5
Clyde reached her room, twisting the knob to view Mei explaining something to her Mother. She arched an eyebrow between the two before clearing her throat and walking more dominantly into the dorm.
"Mei. Out." She said, jerking a thumb over her shoulder at the open door. "Now. I need to talk to my Mother." She instantly looked at the young misfit with a expression of seriousness; not wanting to play games or waste time squabbling with Mei.
She removed a band from her desk drawing, eying the surface in though, noting things had been moved and adjusted. She scowled instantly, pulling her hair up off her shoulders in a tight pony-tail. Turning and leaning against the desk edge and impatiently waiting to be alone with her mother.
All the meanwhile, she couldn't shake Lizzie's words from her thoughts. Somberly they echoed in her mind, repeating with an intense eeriness, but in honesty. She wasn't fake. Hell no. Clyde was genuine; everything she said was real, everything she thought, she felt.
No. She'd say she was lying. There was no way, it simply wasn't humanly possible, for Clyde to identify the alien feelings from the other night. It wasn't love, of course not. No way it could be.
Clyde licked her lips and swallowed hard as the though of being in love filled her mind. Things like that could change everything she'd ever done.
---
Claudia arched an eyebrow at the tone of Clyde's voice. She knew that one. That meant Clyde had some whacked out, dumb ass opinion that she needed to express in order to remain independent and confident. Usually it ended with nothing more than Clyde ranting and Claudia telling her to shut up or to calm down. But occasionally, there was a scuffle. And occasionally, there was a fight. Something told her this would not be peaceful. Especially when the first question would be asked.
|
|
