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[eat_me_beat_me]

[Whether the journal falls open of its own accord or is knocked open by something being thrown across the room is anyone's guess. Either way, loud music is suddenly pouring through the pages. In the background (if you can hear ANYTHING over that) there's the noise of something shattering. Namely, the coffee mug that Nora just hurled across her room in a fit of rage.

Her chest heaves and she screams wordlessly, letting all the anger that had been pent up since she spoke with Mark on Monday pour out of her in one red hot streak. How DARE he?! And to think she might have even given him a second chance. She had been willing to take it slow and see what happened. Apparently she didn't mean anything to him. No more than words on a page on an apology to Mark.] Fuck!

[Breathless, she looks around at the chaos that had once been her room. For once she- the Poetry Lady- has no words. She has no words venomous enough or black enough. She shakes her head, scoffing the only two words on her tongue.] Fucking asshole.

[Orange paint from an overturned bottle bleeds over the page, leaving a jagged streak as Nora starts to pick up the shards of her coffee mug.]

((ooc: Open at your own risk, man. Beware teenage rage))

Comments

[hard_talker]

[by the time Sara Bareilles starts playing, someone has decided his girlfriend's had enough time to cool down from going Nuclear Scary Girl, and drapes himself against her door jamb, drawling along with the chorus with a "what're-you-gonna-do" smirk on his face.

hi. he's here. he agrees.]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[When she hears his voice behind her she sighs, her shoulders slumping a little. She didn't want him to hear that... to know she'd basically gone postal in her own room over Jono. Of course she should have known better. Nothing's private in this place, especially things you WANT to stay that way. She slowly turns to look at him, smiling a little sheepishly.]

...hey.

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Del's finger swirls through the orange paint leaking into the journal and starts to fingerpaint her some lovely little... Er.

What is that?

That can't be a person, why are his arms like that :| ]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Eventually Nora notices the journal. Ffffff how long has that been open? She sighs and crosses to it, about to close it when she sees the little... whatever that is.

She can't help but smile a little at that. She dabs her finger in the paint and adds some squiggly lines around the figure]

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Ha. See? Have a halo~]

[hyuuga]

[Well, if that isn't worrying...]

...Nora-san? Is-- [wait, clearly everything isn't all right. So...] --you...aren't in trouble are you?

[hard_talker]

Hey.

[he closes the door behind him and locks it, then moves toward her. he won't put his arms around her yet, though - not until he's sure that's what she'd want]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Shit... Damn castle and it's fucking journals and... ugh. She scrubs a hand over her face]

No... No I'm not in trouble. Just pissed off.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Halo, huh? How about some devil horns around that halo?]

[eat_me_beat_me]

How much did you hear?

[She sighs, letting her head drop forward. She both wants and doesn't want to hug Mark right now. She desperately wants the comfort it would bring... but she has a feeling she'd start crying if he did...]

[hyuuga]

Oh. [A small sigh of relief.] With the noise and the...swearing.. I almost thought... [That something much worse was happening or had happened.]

Um, do you...want to talk about it? [Or was this just a case of the journal's poor sense of timing?]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She dumps the broken coffee mug in the trash and picks up her journal, wiping the paint off with her sleeve]

Ugh. Sorry about that. [She drops into the chair at her art desk, leaning back and staring at the ceiling]

I don't know... it's kinda a long bullshit story. Do you really want to hear it?

Nora ;

[hyuuga]

It's all right. It happens. [didn't even fully notice the paint until it was gone.

Also, putting up a filter just in case.]

I-I don't mind listening...if you want to talk about it. If you don't want to, that's fine too.

Hinata

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She smiles when she sees the filter.]

Maybe... talking might help. I mean, the only other person I've really talked to about this is Mark and he's right in the middle of it.

[She sighs, turning down the music and crossing the room to flop onto her bed, the journal laying open on her stomach]

So this started a while ago. Like, last year. Mark and I were friends with this guy. He seemed like a really cool guy - a musician. He was funky and we all got along really well... then he did that thing where he went into a coma for a while and went home. He came back and he was like a totally different person. I mean, we thought he was still cool at first, but he really changed.

[fishy_go_byebye]

[Del starts to hum to the music blasting from Nora's side, in her odd, counter-pointy way.

Here, have little clouds around the manish thing.]

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She sits back and watches the painting continue for a moment. Life goes on. Life goes on no matter how angry she is or how much a prick someone was to her. It all seems so normal. Frowning, she drags her fingers up through the orange paint, making it steeple upward like flames.]

Nora

[hyuuga]

Sometimes, it happens though... Returning home and coming back with newer memories, it does change some people, I've found. But...he really changed that much? I'm sorry you both had to deal with that.

Hinata | Sorry for the tl;dr... she kinda started rambling

[eat_me_beat_me]

Ooooh it gets worse. I don't know if you were still here when a bunch of us all went on a loss together. It was like... we were all part of some teenage gang or something. Me, Mark, Rhyme, Minato and some others. We trashed the town and were just absolutely nuts.

Well... Mark and I stole a car from the garage. He did his broadcast while I tore ass all around town. [She chuckles as she thinks about it] It was like his last broadcast back home, before we got arrested. Anyway, Clark and this so-called "friend" stopped us. He flew in like a fucking superhero or some shit. We knew he had powers... but not that he was such a dick about them. They knew we were on a loss. They knew we weren't ourselves... [Her voice darkens with anger. She sits up, setting the journal next to her.] They didn't even have the fucking decency to lock us up together. Mark was locked in his room while I had the pleasure of being thrown in the prison. In the prison! I was stuck there til the loss ended.

We barely talked after that... then he went home. Mark and I said "fuck it" and moved on with our lives.

Except he's back, now...

Nora

[lord_wizard]

[Oh dear, that's not a good sound. And he's not very good at being...comforting...but he's had plenty of practice at being yelled at, so...

Wry humor it is...]

I see Mark's been teaching you well...

[goldencirclet]

...N-Nora?

Nora ; no worries <3

[hyuuga]

I was around for that... [And she only really knows about that because Rhyme was involved.]

But I...I didn't know that part. That they threw you in in prison, that's-- [she doesn't even have words for it, she's that shocked.]

...I can't believe anyone would put you in the prison for a loss. Others have gone on worse losses and done worse things with lighter punishments. It's horrible. And for a friend to...to do that.

[And because this is now a question to be asked since coming back is no longer as clean-cut as it used to be--] ...Does he remember any of this since he's back?

Hinata

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She scoffs] Oh yeah, 'cause I'm clearly such a vicious criminal that I should be locked up.

[She stands and starts pacing, her voice picking up speed as she rattles off the rest of the story - the root of her anger.]

He remembers everything. I saw him before he remembered... I hoped he wouldn't, that I could just be polite and ignore him... but he got his fucking memories back. He sent me a 'thank you' gift for helping him remember... I couldn't even talk to him.

But, get this. On Monday Mark asks me if I got a letter from him. He gave Mark a letter apologizing for what happened. He says he's sorry for separating us, sorry for everything. [She stops pacing, voice raising again as she seethes, each word of the letter burned in her mind.] If he's so sorry why the fuck hasn't he said anything to me? I get some fucking art supplies and Mark gets a nicely worded apology letter? I was the one stuck in prison thanks to this asshole and I get jack shit.

[By the end she's practically spitting out the words, already looking around for something else to throw.]

Felix

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She whirls at the sound of his voice. Sorry, Felix. You just said the WRONG thing, man.]

Mark didn't teach me shit. I'm my own fucking person. Jesus Christ is that all people see me as? Mark's girlfriend?

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Fffff that's one voice she didn't want to hear right now. She silently curses the castle for being such a fucking troll as she chokes down her anger. She does her best to sound calm as she replied]

H-hey, Goku.

[goldencirclet]

...what's wrong?