Title: The Curse of Being a Girl
Description: Audrey on haterade
Zephyriah Beccaria - November 30, 2007 01:41 PM (GMT)
“Bye.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Zephyriah waited until her friend turned the corner before she continued walking towards the second floor dorms. She was on her way to returning Phoebe’s black blouse when one of her friends and dance buddies had accosted her in the corridor. And in typical Adelphie fashion, she spent the next ten minutes conversing about nothing in particular, resulting in no benefit of note, and putting no time to use. The two of them parted with subtle and semi-sincere smiles before Zephyriah waited long enough to see her turn the corner and leave.
She tucked Phoebe’s blouse further into her leather Louis Vuitton handbag and fumbled for her keys. She sorted past her car keys, her dorm keys, her gym locker key, her mailbox key, her suitcase key, several keys to things that she couldn’t even remember, several USB flash drives, and what must have seemed like a partridge in a pear tree before she finally found the shiny, barely used room key that Phoebe had given her at the beginning of the year. Her friend had extended her an open invitation to use her room whenever she wanted.
Truth be told, Adelphie rarely chose to enter her dorm room, in large part because the troll who shared her room always snapped at her whenever she was in the vicinity—and frequently when she wasn’t either. In fact, Zephyriah took wise steps to avoid the confrontation altogether, including slipping to different locations on the campus whenever she approached a hundred yard radius. Those steps often included avoiding Phoebe’s floor altogether, since her damned roommate seemed to have no life and lived in her dorm room all day long. If Phoebe’s roommate could be any more annoying, Zephyriah would need to get a restraining order to preserve her own sanity.
But today, she was feeling particularly adventurous, or particularly callous, because she did not take the usual measures to avoid Audrey. She didn’t bother to check to see if she was just around the corner, or if she was preoccupied. All Zephyriah did was ensure that she wasn’t in the dorm room at the time, and she would deal with the rest as it came along. Even if the girl threatened to annoy Zephyriah to death, she refused to tailor her decision-making around the schedule of the Queen Bitch of the Universe.
So without the slightest hesitation, she turned the key to Phoebe’s room and slipped in, happy to find that the light was off and the room was empty. She moved towards Phoebe’s side of the apartment instinctively—whenever she was there in the past, Phoebe always dragged her towards her room, probably as a preemptive precaution against the great scourge of the room. For that, she was eternally thankful for her wisdom, because it surely saved her from a few unprovoked tongue-lashings.
If anyone had bothered to ask her, Zephyriah could hardly bother to produce any reason for Audrey’s hate on her. She seemed to simply attract her ire, even when the two of them never bothered to have a meaningful conversation of any form. The senior didn’t know what people told Audrey about her, nor did she apparently care, as no one who would bother to make petty judgments about her for no good reason was anyone she wanted to associate with anyway. Her mind returned to the words her mother would say to her, “There are simply people that will hate you regardless of what you do.”
After moving towards Phoebe’s drawer, Zephyriah carefully removed the dry-cleaned black blouse from her purse. She folded it neatly before gently placing it in her friend’s shirt drawer, figuring that she would appreciate the effort to return her clothes as clean and orderly as possible. Breathing a breath of relief, Zephyriah happily slid the drawer shut and turned towards the door to leave.
Zephyriah’s good fortune was about to run out. Before she could even take a step towards the door, she heard the lock click and saw the doorknob turn… and the rollercoaster ride began.
Audrey Owen - December 1, 2007 05:05 PM (GMT)
Audrey was in no mood to talk to anybody. She slammed her cellphone into her backpack, and glared at her feet as she walked. She wanted nothing more than to just go off with her friends and hang out. Maybe make the illusion they were at a rock concert? God, that would make everything perfect. A rock concert... Audrey'd have to remember that for another time.
She walked quickly down the halls, her mood not lifting. What happened? Many, many things. To put it simply, she got up on the wrong side of life today. First, she's late for her classes. Then, when she got there, she fell flat on her face in front of this guy she happened to like. Then, she couldn't answer any questions correctly, then she remembered that she forgot to do her homework. So, today wasn't exactly her favorite kind of day. It was like, when life just sneaks up on you. Because, life certainly did that to AJ today.
Finally finding her dorm, she reached for her keys, thanking the lord that a hole hadn't magically appeared in her pocket making her loose her ONLY key, and turned it in the lock. Automatically, her not-lifted mood went from bad to worse. Zephyriah Beccaria was in the dorm. The only place Audrey was truly able to calm down from a bad day. Of course god had to go and be an ass; Beccaria would just be the icing on the hellish-day cake that was today.
Opening the door widely, her frown turned into a snarl. "What the hell are you doing in here, Beccaria?" she said venomously, her eyes flashing from the light from the window momentarily. She wished, more than anything, that Beccaria wasn't there. Audrey needed to study. Study, and listen to music.
Crappy post... sorry.
Zephyriah Beccaria - December 2, 2007 06:31 AM (GMT)
For a moment, as the door opened, Zephyriah hoped it was Phoebe, but some subconscious part of her—even without evoking her power—told her that it would not be so pleasant. In the course of trying to do a good deed, she would inevitably be bombarded by a host of maladies to plague her day. The entire week had more or less gone that way, and Zephyriah was not entirely happy about the circumstances that had led to this moment, nor did they appear to get any better in the immediate future.
And when the figure of that girl entered the room, Zephyriah rolled her eyes and cursed her luck. She usually welcomed the addition of anyone to her social circle, but that Owen girl as one of the few people whom to exist solely for the purpose of annoying the crap out of her by yelling at her at every possible turn. Even with her omnipresence, Zephyriah never quite figured out exactly why she was such a bitch on a regular instance. She dearly wanted their relationship to change into something more constructive and less of a complete waste of her precious time. She chalked it up to her pheromones producing immediate and jarring effects to Audrey’s menstrual cycle, or something equally melodramatic as that—it was the only semi-reasonable excuse for Adelphie to not think of Audrey as an asshole.
The growl that escaped the girl’s lips did not surprise Zephyriah. Rather, it was just another predictable affirmation of all of her preconceived notions. The girl simply did not like her for whatever reason, and she so banally lashed out at her, as if on cue. Zephyriah would have thought that if she wanted her to get out of the room, she would simply ask nicely instead of demanding an explanation for her presence, which of course, would only delay her willing departure. But of course, neither she, nor her friend Evander, ever wanted to do things the easy and rational way, and then they always had gall or stupidity to wonder why things never went as they planned; what a surprise.
Like many times when Zephyriah was confronted with an overbearing and senselessly pompous force, she retreated inwardly, hoping that the assault on her senses and sensibility would cease soon enough. She diverted her eyes away from her assailant, hardly bothering to even focus on her when she dryly replied, “Well, I was going to leave, but you insist on blocking the door.”
Audrey Owen - December 2, 2007 07:26 PM (GMT)
“Well, I was going to leave, but you insist on blocking the door.”
"Crazy how that works isn't it?" she yawned, walking away from the door to her bed and snatching up her CDs as she set down her bag. Audrey turned back to Zephyriah, her eyes narrowed once more. "Well, I'm still waiting for your explanation, Beccaria. You can leave the moment you explain why you're here." She said silkily, her mouth playing a small smirk as she tried something she had learned in class.
The door shut, with the illusion of being locked. So, the door would stay closed until the illusion wore off, or Audrey felt the answer given was legit enough. "Now, I can wait for the answer. However much it might pain me to be in the same room as you, I'm patient." she sneered, looking at the ceiling now as she laid back on her bed, closing her eyes. After a moment or two, she reached into her bag and grabbed a few comic books, as well as some gum.
Zephyriah Beccaria - December 3, 2007 12:39 AM (GMT)
As much as she liked games, this was not exactly what Zephyriah had in mind. Not only that, but the behavior of Audrey puzzled her, which, though not surprising, was a bit disconcerting in the least. Luckily, for her, she was already outside, and by the time Audrey had locked the door with her illusion, Zephyriah was only partially captured by her spell. The other parts of her knew that she was not so easily caged. Unfortunately, Audrey must not have thought that it would be quite near impossible to put her under an illusion that spanned from every perspective.
Zephyriah released a little bit of a smirk as she lay down on the bed. Audrey must have also not realized the most doors lock from the inside, and there would be little to keep the senior from walking over the door, “unlocking” it (or in this case, just turning the knob), and waltzing out of her room; in fact, the thought crossed her mind more than once, but she figured that she shouldn’t let the Queen Bitch’s plan go to waste so easily. It takes two to tango.
“Funny,” she started. Her eyes briefly looking at Audrey, her voice laced with a smug confidence and dry playfulness that clearly indicated she wasn’t the least bit intimidated. She didn’t understand Audrey. If she wanted her to leave, she should have let her. But instead, she seems to welcome what she deems unpleasurable. The only explanation would be that she didn’t hate her as much as she deemed, or she welcomed pain masochistically. She cast her glance at the ‘locked’ door, “you seem to want me to stay.”
Audrey Owen - December 8, 2007 01:19 AM (GMT)
“Funny, you seem to want me to stay.”
Audrey Snorted, laughing. Her dark, now- open eyes showed no humor, though. They remained hostile as ever. Turning to Beccaria, she sneered, "Me? Want you to stay? Quite contrary. I can't make you stay, Beccaria. That's impossible. Your power enables you to be everywhere at once, no? Of course it does. But, I like games. Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way. Because either way works with me. I've had a horrible day, and don't really care. Now, answer my question; Why were you in here? It's simple enough. Even you should be able to answer that one." she closed her eyes once again, and audrey hummed softly to the music which was coming from the headphone in her right ear.
After a moment of silence, Audrey sighed, opening her eyes and standing as a song ended. She sifted through her bag and pulled out a box of cigarettes. However deadly the damned thing may be, it calmed her down a lot. The cancer stick would be the death of her. "I'd ask if you minded, but I really don't give a shit." she said, blowing the smoke from her nose. Her mind ached her to quit, but she just couldn't. It'd take somebody like Evander to stop her. Or maybe her brother, if he ever found out. Audrey hoped it wouldn't come to that.
Zephyriah Beccaria - December 8, 2007 09:48 AM (GMT)
It was at this point that Zephyriah’s lips curled into a vicious smirk.
It was also at this point that Zephyriah officially decided that Audrey must be a moron, either that or her blind hatred for her occluded her better judgment. There were only two people in the dormitory, and since Adelphie would never go to in to visit Audrey, she figured that the reason for her presence would be obvious. For a moment, Zephyriah figured that it would be a good idea just to tell the girl, since she was apparently not bright enough to figure it out for herself, and Zephyriah morally objected to picking on the mentally retarded.
But that thought quickly passed out of her mind. She would not let all those hateful things and deeds that Audrey had done in the past slide so easily. If push to comes to shove, there was simply no way that Audrey could beat her in a fair fight: Zephyriah’s blows could come from any direction, with as many numbers as she could will. She could sandwich the other girl between a half dozen of her kicks. Of course, Zephyriah had never seriously hit anyone in her life, and she wasn’t planning to start now—but the thought did pass her mind.
She also knew that the door was unlocked. Zephyriah could pull it open from the outside at any time, so she had her bases covered if Audrey decided to pull anything funny. She doubted the girl would, as she seemed to be all talk and pomposity with little to back it up. Zephyriah knew from experience that the submissive, in reality, had more power than their dominant captors did.
“Well, if you want the technical reason, I’m here because the trillions of cells that comprise my body happen to occupy this point in space-time,” Zephyriah replied pedantically, hardly bothering to look at the other girl when she lit up a smoke. It was a filthy habit, and one that she could barely tolerate. The thought to remotely pry the cigarette from Audrey’s hand occurred to her, but she decided that it would be more fun to just confuse the Queen Bitch.