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Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 02:04 (2 Months ago)
"Hate? hardly, Percy. I don't hate you. You annoy me. But As much as you do, I don't hate you."
He tilted his head slightly, watching her carefully.
"You might hate me. I'm sure you do. But I don't feel that way towards you.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 02:09 (2 Months ago)
"Good for you," Persephone said spitefully, with a sneer. "Savour that feeling. It's the last time I'll say anything meaningful to you. You'll have to get by on lines from that nasty script from now on."
The script was a romantic comedy, but there was hardly anything funny about it and the romance made her itch. It only got put through because a dead kid wrote it, and the school wanted to "commemorate him". It may have been the worst thing she ever read, personally, but it made some dumbass teacher cry and now they were stuck reading the cringy lines in front of the whole school.
Oh... why did she try out for theatre?
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 02:11 (2 Months ago)
"...This is why i never even bother."
he sighed, pulling his box of energy bars out of his bag, pulling out a water bottle, and 2 plastic cups. He poured water into both of the cups, close dhis bottle, tossed it back in his bag, and got up.
"...If you were less of a bitch, I feel like we would have gotten along so well in some other universe."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 02:22 (2 Months ago)
"You're not all that much either, doll." Persephone scoffed, putting a hand to her chin. "What do you get out of giving me all this stuff? That water's not poisoned, is it?"
She eyed it suspiciously. Why should she care whether it came out of the same bottle or not? That didn't mean he couldn't have slipped a little pill in... Nevermind that he was standing right in front of her... Okay, that was a reach. Maybe he was just trying normal human decency, like all normies did. The fountains were locked, so really this was her only way to get water...
Never before had she regretted her Monster addiction. They were great in the mornings, but they never lasted long, and soon enough the sugar had you craving something less... processed.
"I'll drink it," she said roughly. "Just stay back, okay? I'll figure out something for us to do in the meantime besides make increasingly awful conversation."
The most valuable use of their time would be rehearsal. But personally, she'd sooner die than practice alone in a room with him. It was embarrassing enough in front of a class that kept sneering at her, but with no one watching, it would be... worse. More real.
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 02:23 (2 Months ago)
He hardly even reacted, just sighing.
He made his way to the other end of the room, sitting down across from her, as he pulled out his script.
he flicked through it quietly, not even bothering to give her any attention.
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 02:28 (2 Months ago)
Okay, that was annoying. She didn't care if it made her a hypocrite; him ignoring her was worse than letting himself be insulted. At least there was some entertainment in his reactions.
With a grumble, she threw her head back and stared at the ceiling. Was this what they'd be doing for the rest of the night?
Eyeing the far wall, she finally made up her mind to do something, and got to her feet. Ignoring him, except to kick his bag out of the way (and subsequently into a wall), she strode towards the window and readied to give it a punch.
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 02:32 (2 Months ago)
"Wait, Percy, No-"
Before she coudl punch the Window, he got up, stopping her fist.
"Jesus fuck, Percy. What are you gonna do, smash your way through reinforced glass? All you're gonna do is hurt yourself."
he'd dropped his script. Shit. he kept such good care of it, too.
"I don't have a medkit in my bag."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 02:38 (2 Months ago)
Eyes flashing dangerously, she made to punch him instead. "Don't touch me!" she yelled. "And my name isn't Percy! It's Persephone, Gavin!"
She shoved Gavin (she knew she remembered his name!) off of her, rethinking getting into a fight, and instead stormed away, pausing to kick his bag again, and then slam the door shut behind her.
How dare he touch her?
How dare he?
She gritted her teeth and resisted the urge to go back into the room and punch him for real this time. She wasn't even going to hit it all that hard... just test it.
Test whatever was on the other side.
Because something had to be. She'd heard the thunder, but never seen the lightning, and that... well, it disturbed her. She didn't like it, not at all.
Not that she'd tell Jordan that. If he was too stupid to notice such an obvious detail, then he didn't need to know.
He really is... so much like Vivienne.
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 02:42 (2 Months ago)
"Why don't you get my fucking name right, then, if you hate being called Percy so much?"
he snapped back, suddenly, calm annoyance flickering into anger.
"It's Jackson. Jackson Nichols. Jack. jackie. Jackson. Whatever. i don't care. But I'm not a Jordan, I'm not a Gavin, not a John, Jacob or Jingleheimer-Schmidt. Fucking hypocrite."
Jackson took a deep breath, calming himself. He watched as she slammed the door, as he raised his voice.
"I'm trying to make sure you don't get hurt. Okay?"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 02:50 (2 Months ago)
"Blah blah blah!" she yelled back. "I can't hear you, Juniper!"
Scoffing to herself, Persephone kept going, despite the voice in her urging her to go back. Like hell she'd apologise to that liar. Pretending to care about her health, pretending to not hate her... How dare he do that and expect something in return from her? She wasn't a fool. She didn't fall for his act, not in the slightest.
The corridors were colder than she thought, but the itchy sweater pulled through. Clearly they'd turned off the furnace for the night.
No wonder it was so cold in the mornings. This place was so cheap.
She paused to run her hand over the case of trophies. Mostly football, but she eyed a few track medals on the wall.
Did J-whatever play any sports? He seemed fit enough to be in something like basketball, maybe...
But she didn't care, so why bother thinking about it? They'd forget each other in a month. The play'd be over before they knew it.
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 02:55 (2 Months ago)
"Fine! Whatever. Freeze to death. keep the fucking sweater for all I care."
Jackson sighed heavily, grabbing his bag off the floor. He carefully flattened out the pages of his script.
"nothing but a constant fucking nuisance."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 03:00 (2 Months ago)
The night was going by and the temperature was dropping. It must've been ten below by now... but still, Persephone refused to cave in and head back to the Drama Room.
It probably had a few blankets, or old costume things functional as blankets... but it also had that guy in it.
She didn't think she'd hated someone quite as much as her before, but he was rapidly climbing her ranks. It may not be fair to blame him for how cold she was, but she never claimed to be a fair person to begin with. He could just die.
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 03:03 (2 Months ago)
He'd managed to start up the backup generator for the drama room, so it was warm enough. His bag lay against the wall, water bottle and energy bars carefully laid out. He himself was in the middle of the room, script in hand, practicing his lines.
Jackson sighed.
2 hours would be enough to let her simmer down, right?
He quietly made his way through the hallway, until he found the door she was hiding behind. It wasn't too hard, she left a very obvious trail.
He knocked on the door.
"Persephone? I got the backup generator working. Aren't you cold?"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 04:05 (2 Months ago)
Persephone's head snapped up at the sound of his voice. Instantly, a bolt of terror shot through her, and her hands began searching for a weapon. A pocketknife, a lamp, a paperclip- anything.
But then the knock sounded again, and she came to her senses.
How stupid. If he really wanted to hurt her, he'd just come in. He wouldn't knock.
"I'm fine!" she called back gruffly. "Go away!"
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 04:27 (2 Months ago)
He was silent for a moment, then...
"Alright. I have water, something to eat, and a blanket I managed to find in the backroom. Just... come if you want. I don't know."
he sighed, as he turned away.
"Just tryna help."
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 17:23 (2 Months ago)
Help? The hell was that supposed to mean?
With a scoff, Persephone turned on her side. She'd made too many concessions already. If she backed down now, then she'd just seem wishy washy and whatever was left of her pride would be dragged through the mud. It was time to bear out this cold front until morning.
She'd done worse.
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 17:25 (2 Months ago)
he paused for a few moments, waiting for some sort of acknowledgement.
"...Come on, Persephone."
He said.
"I'll ask you one last time. Then you can freeze to death, for all I care. come with me?"
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 17:31 (2 Months ago)
Persephone scoffed, refusing to answer that stupid question. If she hadn't come out yet, then she wasn't, and that was the end of it. She really would hit him if he kept at this.
That he even tried to pretend he cared about her... The idea was so condescending it made her sick.
Every word out of his lying mouth made her want to slam her fist into it.
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 17:33 (2 Months ago)
"...Okay, then. That's alright, too."
he sighed deeply, turning away proper, footsteps retreating as he slowly left.
If she wouldn't listen, what was he supposed to do?
wickedness?
Or is it
weakness?
You decide.
Posted: Wed, 02/10/2024 18:39 (2 Months ago)
It was getting colder in the room, but Persephone knew that anger was all she needed to keep her warm. The fire in her belly was soaring higher and higher and a girl's image was in the corner of her mind'e eye.
Vivienne. She'd done this somehow. Persephone would kill her.
Standing up, she shook out her hands. Somehow they'd gone numb. Was September supposed to be this cold?