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 Posted: Wed Jun 14, 2006 6:36 pm
This is possibly the most depressing bathroom ever. Its tiles are cracked and its floor is nearly always damp. The mirror above the sink hasn't been cleaned in ages and the walls show lines from flooding. One of the faucets is broken and one of the toilets is out of service because it's haunted.
A haunted toilet. That's a laugh, isn't it?
Not when she's bothering you it isn't.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 12:14 am
Cal sighed softly as she sat in one of the stalls, obviously not Myrtle's. She was trying to think after all.
"You haven't got much to sigh about... you're still alive." She groaned loudly as Myrtle made an appearance.
"Hello Myrtle... I'm just... breathing heavily." Cal rolled her eyes and hoped she wouldn't have to hurt the girl's feelings, she really did not want to have to deal with her.
"Better get that checked. You could end up like me." The ghostly girl sniffed softly. Cal chose not to respond, instead picking some lint off her robes.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 12:33 am
Bug, currently Calypso free tromped the school in her usual hip swinging strut. The second floor, an escape from their last class for the day. She hummed a familiar rock tune as she went, completely ignoring the students except for Blayre's outbursts to behave.
Swinging backwards, she let her right shoulder push against the door as she pushed down the handle with her hand. It was an easy slip, like a drop off the edge of the world.
The Slythering prefect completely disappeared from the crowds, into the very unused bathroom that belonged to Moaning Myrtle.
"Scourgify." Blayre said easily for her other personality, who had aimed the wand at the mirror. Like thousands of little hands, the surface was scrubbed to perfection in a spot just large enough for the shoulders and up to be seen.
Bug began curling her lashes on her wand and fix their hair.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 12:44 am
Cal went stiff at the sound of the voice uttering the spell. Blayre... or rather Bug from what she could tell, no one cleaned anything here unless they wanted to use it, and since it was by the mirrors that the sound came from, one guess was all it took.
She tried to remain as quiet as possible, trying to keep from being noticed as she looked for a way out. Myrtle decided to intervene. "You're trying to leave because of me, aren't you?" She sniffled and wailed, as Cal tried to shush her but failed miserably.
As Myrtle dissappeared into the stall next to hers with a splash and she looked out of the stall to laugh nervously and wave at Bug. "Ahahaha, don't mind me, go about your business." She shrunk back into the stall with a groan.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 1:15 am
"Sounds good to me." Bug replied boredly. She took her time in applying lip gloss and primping to be proper. Blayre sat in the backseat, itching to adjust their shirt collar and tie. Bug had loosened the tie, for one, and had undone two buttons, for two. She was also itching to ask Calypso what was wrong.
"Why you in the bathroom, anyway?" Bug asked.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 1:23 am
Thinking. "What do you care?" She shot back, she wasn't in the mood to play games. "I could be thinking about orgies and it wouldn't change anything, leave me alone."
Cal leaned back into the stall and slammed the door shut behind her, grumbling loudly. All that had been on her mind all day was her girlfriend, her feelings for her, and what she was going to do about that.
So far she had nothing and was subconsciously fuming and blaming her ineptitude on Bug.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 1:29 am
"If you were thinking about orgies, I'd have to pull you out of that stall, get a few friends, and meet in the room of requirement." Bug cleaned up the edges of her lips and turned around, resting her back against the wall. "And for your information, it wasn't just me who cared. Blayre was voicing out too."
From the depths of her book back, she reached in and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, plucking one from the line up and placing it between her lips. She lit it with a flick of her thumb.
"So stop being bitchy."
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 1:40 am
Cal popped her head out of the stall, letting the door hit against the wall. "You're sick you know that?"
She stormed out and stood in front of Bug and leaned her shoulder against the wall, patting down her robes before swearing mildly then holding out her hand."Let me have one, I don't have any on me."
With a sigh she leaned her back against the wall as well. "And what do you mean wasn't just you?" She leaned her head back against the wall and closed her eyes.
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 1:49 am
Bug slid another stick from the pack with fingers that seemed far too experienced in doing so. She laid it gently in the girl's hand before placing her forefinger and middle around her own. Her lips released the physical object, then the ethreal substance of the smoke in the shape of a ring.
"I was made to be invincable." She said simply, taking off Blayre's glasses and putting them carefully in the bag. Bug didn't need them to see. "Any social situation thrown at me. You can guess than, why I'm sick."
She stood there for a moment, slowly toying with her cigarette and staring at the smoke with laughing eyes. "Don't read too much into it, Calypso. It's flood over from Blayre."
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 2:03 am
She reached into her robe and pulled out a pink zippo lighter with a white playboy bunny on the front, she preffered using it as it was her favorite lighter. She popped it open and flicked it, putting the cigarette in her mouth an bringing the flame up to light it and took a slow drag.
She flicked the lighter open and closed while blowing the smoke out of her nose, musing on how much like a dragon it made her feel then shook her head with a small smirk.
She tilted her head and took the cigarette between the fingers of her free hand. "I don't even want examples of that one... god knows what you've been up to, I sure as hell don't need to."
She lifted it back to her mouth and took another puff, leaning her head back and closing her eyes while letting this one drift out of her mouth slowly. "So you can share emotions too..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 2:16 am
"We don't share. We flood." Bug took another drag and sent the smoke in spirals from her mouth. "It's like water with oil." She smirked, closing her eyes and playing with what was left of her cigarette. The tiny stick twisted over and under her fingers like a dolphin breaking surface.
"To me, you're still a pain in the a**. I don't like being tied down." Bug snorted softly. "So don't expect anything. Blayre could be screaming for me to stop, but her screams usually fall on deaf ears."
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 2:33 am
"Screw you..." Her head drooped back down to rest on her chest before she looked back up at Bug. She felt a deep urge to smack her for even suggesting that Blayre would feel trapped for a moment.
"As it stands I don't like you, ever tried to get along with yourself? Forget pain in the a**, you are an a**. And if I could, I'd s-..." Cal nearly slugged herself for the words that almost came out.
Screw you til you begged for mercy.
Okay, she disliked her enough to use sex for revenge, but there was too much wrong with that idea. She turned her back and took one last drag on her cig. "Ugh, you make me sick."
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 2:47 am
"I know what you were about to say, Calypso." She said with a mockful smirk. The lips did not seem to be Blayre's own. Her whole face seemed to change yet not change at all. "And if that were the case... I'd just put Blayre in to suffer for me and reverse puppet her. You can't touch me, or Dee, with out hurting Blayre." She stubbed the cigarette out on the wall and tossed it into the trash.
"I get along with myself just fine. Blayre's a bit of a cramper on the style, though. Dunno why we haven't put her to sleep yet... She'd never wake up." Bug reached into her bag and took out a mint. It was placed between full lips and dragged in by a serpent tongue. "You know? We put the other two to sleep. Blayre could have company with them. She wouldn't exactly be lonely."
Bug allowed Blayre to finally adjust the collar of their shirt, and allowed tears that were not hers to seep down her cheeks. "Just so you know, Calypso... If I make you sick, Demented's going to make you terminally ill."
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 4:40 pm
Calypso turned swiftly and trapped Bug to the wall, her hands on either side of the girl's face. Her hair covered her face as she panted harshly while her hands fisted on the wall. "Don't you dare..." She spoke softly, hissing out the words with as much venom as a viper.
She looked into Bug's eyes and her own were the color of stormy seas. She pressed Bug into the wall with her body. "If you do that... I will find a way to rip every one of you out of Blayre's body as painfully as possible. She is my girlfriend, and I will do everything for her and more then you or any of the other damn personalities inside her can!"
She slammed her fist into the wall by Bug's head, shattering some of the tile. Blood slowly oozed from her hand and trailed down the wall as she leaned in closer and spoke into Bug's ear, so close her lips brushed over the curve of soft skin. "If you hurt her... in any way... not even Demented will be able to save you..."
She pushed off of the wall with her injured knuckles and turned away, panting heavily as she brought the bloody flesh to her lips and ran her tongue over it, cleaning it methodically. She murmured a few words around it. "My Gran didn't waste her time teaching me the Dark Arts... I'm sure I could come up with something that will hurt you and only you..."
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Posted: Thu Jul 20, 2006 6:51 pm
Bug watched the display while holding the fear from her system on the down low. Blayre was scared, but right now... So was she. The second Calypso turned her back, Bug meekly went into the very back of the mind and laid down for a rest. What had just happened had given her a sense of light headedness that wouldn't go away.
Blayre stood there for a moment, looking at the opposite wall with tears flooding slowly out of her eyes. Put her to sleep? She sank down slowly against the tile, curling her knees up under her chin and staring at nothing.
Put me to sleep...
Her arms wrapped around herself, feeling like her veins were pumping ice through her system, leaving the tears she cried in crystaline drops to shatter fearfully against the floor.
And they did.
A slight hiccup was heard as the tears really started flowing, and in one of the rare moments Blayre truly cried.
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