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Lack of Courtesy

Feb 17, 2005 07:34

Kyla and I were actually having a rather normal time. Sitting at the Expresso Pump. Sipping our respective drinks, discussing college majors. It was like a scene from Dawson's Creek or Felicity. Oh! I love that Felicity! Okay, so a bit behind the current trend of JJ Abrams shows, but there was a bit of time in the 90's there were I was pretty bored ( Read more... )

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kyla_wolf February 17 2005, 18:52:53 UTC

"Well it does take away some of the stress, and makes us at least appear to be normal adults for a moment, instead of in-transition students."

I smiled at that thought. It was very true. For a lot of students, myself included, it was most likely their first time living away from home. And I could imagine the various members of the resident population were dealing with it in various ways to various degrees. Little things like having a nearby coffee shop to go to probably did help a great deal.

"Hey.. did you hear that?"“That I did,” I replied, craning my head in the direction the noise was coming from as well. It would have been a bit hard not to, as whatever discussion seemed to be going on outside was steadily increasing in volume. The din hadn’t gotten too loud just yet, but as we were sitting near the entrance and the front windows were open, we did have a somewhat better view than most inside at the moment ( ... )

wishingwillow February 18 2005, 04:37:22 UTC

"Who asked for your opinion pale boy? I don't see anyone else here but me, and I definitely didn't ask for it."

"Hey!" It was my turn now to reach out and place a protective hand on Oz, meeting his eyes just for a moment. "That's not....Fred," I pleaded, not sure when I decided to become so invested. "What is wrong?"

Because everything 'being alright' wasn't even close to an option anymore. Something was very, very off.

"Do I look okay to you, you little twit? First I try cover up a zit with a tiny spell that gives me the worse rash I have ever seen on a person. Then I sleep with some wanna be rogue demon hunter that just so happens to annoys the crap out of me."

"A spell," I echoed, trying to put it all together. "And, and - it didn't work right?" I considered more of Fred's words, even as I recalled our topic over coffee. "Wait...and Wesley??"

This was a lot.

A little and a lot.

"It's a simple question. A courtesy, even. She's just asking 'cause she's worried about you. And, for the record, she didn't ask what was wrong with ( ... )

finesse_bottom February 18 2005, 07:02:36 UTC

“That I did,” Kyla turned her head to try and get a better look at the scene just outside the shop. It was loud, and at least I wasn't just hearing things. I leaned over trying to look beyond Kyla and get a grasp on who was fighting like that. My eyes focused on the back of someones head. Was that... oh dear.

I had almost forgotten about the succubus. Here was Willow with.. was that? Oz?? Apparantly upset with some strange girl. Although perhaps they didn't think she was the succubus. I had told them that she was blonde... this girl was clearly brunette. However it did leave the question as to what was going on about the search for her. She was still out there. In fact if I remember the teacher in my one class mentioned something about businesses in Sunnydale suffering because of death like the one recently at... the .. Magick Box. Oh no. This can't be good. Why was I just thinking of it all now? I felt ridiculous. So wrapped up in being normal I didn't even recall what I had been doing the day before.

“Hmm, drinks and a show, how… ( ... )

quietkindocrazy February 19 2005, 04:58:02 UTC

Something... something was happening to me. My thoughts- they were... different, changing. All I felt was a sudden rage, everything, and everyone was irritating, and bothersome. This people... Willow, why- I-

"A spell,"

"Do I need to repeat myself or something here?"

"And, and - it didn't work right? Wait...and Wesley??"

"Does it look like it worked?!” I shouted pointing at my face. "And Wesley? Who cares about Wesley. The dimwit just royally annoyed the crap out of me."

But no, he really hadn't until... What the hell was going on? My skin was burning, I needed to fix this now. I need to leave, I- the rage, why? I looked at them again and I truly wanted to hurt them. Everything seemed so different. People, all of them, their scent... different. His scent was different, human, but something else. Still, I just wanted to tear each of them apart.

"Hey, Willow.. Oz... and girl I don't know. Sorry to barge in but you all were being extremely loud. This is Kyla."I looked at them. More people... Why couldn't they just ( ... )

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