comeoutwrong: (☁ keeping my mouth shut.)
There were a few key moments in life. When you realised things Had To Fucking Change. Effy'd had a few of these moments over the years, and this morning had given her yet one more: Simon's cock. Simon being her mother's latest in a line of increasingly annoying boyfriends. If he'd only keep his clothes on in the kitchen, he might have made it slightly higher in her estimations.

He didn't. )

[[ NFB for distance, but open to calls/texts/etc. New canon has been announced, I forsee trauma. ]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ quiet and innocent (or not).)
Why hadn’t she lied? After everything, she probably could’ve got away with another couple of months of slouching around, uselessly unemployed. Could’ve told them she wasn’t ready.

But no. Fucking dumb, that was.

All week, it’d been sweltering and beautiful, and today, on Effy’s first day stuck out here in a shitty little tin can on wheels full of ice cream... It was pouring with rain, and the odd roll of thunder rattled in the sky. It was typical, really. British fucking summertime. She’d be lucky if she didn’t get hit by lightning.

Although, come to think of it, she wasn’t sure she’d have liked being stuck working while it was hot out either, because air conditioning was like some kind of a foreign myth. At least like this the number of people actually showing up to make her work for her pay was miniscule at best. It left her with plenty of time to stare listlessly at the downpour, sculpt shapes in the ice cream, balance precariously stacked cones and make things out of lolly sticks.

This was the life...

At least she hadn’t had to sing or dance about anything yet.

[[ NFB due to distance and dimensions and such, but open for texts and calls. ]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ quiet and innocent (or not).)
Effy’s bench was feeling a little on the crowded side today. For once, not because she was sharing it with a flock of ducks that had decided she was their best source of food. No, today it was because of the pop-up restaurant and a host of pancake related activities down by the lake. It did up the people-watching potential, that much was true. That, and pancake-getting potential. Both were no bad thing, and neither was getting out into the city.

She’d gone through a stage in the last few months where getting out of the house and away from her mum had been lower on her priorities, and lately that had backfired in a sharp increase of ‘well, sweetheart you know you can’t live with me forever’ sort of comments, and she’d gone back to taking herself off as much as a still somewhat protective parental environment would allow. Avoidance was still an issue, as much as it ever was.

The implication, she imagined, was that she should probably re-apply to all the universities she’d abandoned the thought of after... things. It was probably the right thing to do, but, she’d still been putting it off for weeks.

Tomorrow. Maybe then.

[[ NFB, for distance, but open for phonecalls/texts etc.]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ sitting.)
The bench today had changed, but the activity had not. The ducks needed a break from her omnipresent stare. That honor had been picked up by the guys replacing the last few smashed doors of the local shopping centre. The last signs of damage from the week before getting wiped away before her eyes.

Not too long ago, Effy would’ve been one of the first out causing trouble. Probably not breaking into stores, but at least watching amused at the havoc swirling around the city. It was probably for the best that’d been wiped off her activity list, or she’d be looking at jail time like all the other troublemakers.

Read that some guy got four years for stealing gum. That shit was nuts.

She unfolded her arms keeping half an eye on the glaziers as they worked and started to send out a few texts. Maybe someone would keep her entertained. Her money was on Pandora getting in there first. At least she was in the same timezone.

[[NFB due to distance, but open for calls/texts etc. Friends can mod a text if they want. No, she does not feel bad about possibly waking people super early!]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ quiet and innocent (or not).)
This was becoming a daily ritual, of sorts. Effy'd always come here when she was younger. With Tony to feed the ducks when she was really little, alone after school when she was older... and now. Her bench was still her bench, the ducks were probably different, but they looked similar enough for it to make no difference. The seasons went by, but it never really changed.

Bristol was exactly the same, and she was somehow already falling back into the same sorts of routines. Well. Except now her routine was ruled by squares on a whiteboard. Walking, resting, reading, therapy, Tony, Pandora, eating. All in their neat little boxes.

So far her mum hadn't prodded her too hard about doing anything more than she was. That wasn't entirely surprising, but she suspected it was only a matter of time. There was only so long that sitting on a bench in the sun for hours at a time could be considered 'healing'. Pity. She still had no fucking clue what she was going to do with herself.

[[NFB for distance, but can be open for phone calls/etc.]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ quiet and innocent (or not).)
What are you thinking about? )

[[Most dialogue taken from Skins 4x07 "Effy". In my head, Foster's involvement ends here... Yes.]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ looking back)
For all that they tried to be cutesy and non-threatening, there was something about this place that incited a certain distinct unease. )

[[NFI and NFB cause of distance, and as usual warnings for Effy and her issues. Welcome to the Skins idea of psychological care.]]
comeoutwrong: (☁ wallowing in emo)
Effy'd never been much of a talker. This time, she didn't think she'd need to say much.

It was more a show than a tell. It'd gone way further than she should've let it go, and somewhere inside she knew it. Looking at her walls now, with her mum at her side, she knew that. It'd been a long time, too long, just staring, and it was when Anthea started using the door frame for support that Effy finally broke the silence.

"Mum." She swallowed, watching her take everything in. "... Mum."

Anthea didn't seem like she was in the place to respond, so Effy shut up again, and waited. Eventually they'd talk. Or she'd be talked at, more likely. Until then, she was just going to have to wait.

[[Establishy, and vaguely adapted from canon. She'll be popping home for a bit, but will be back.]]
comeoutwrong: (☁ regaining control)
Peter was gone, and his side of the room was now bare and empty. Effy's mum, however, had landed, and supposedly was on the island. At least, there were several texts implying it and asking where she was. Effy hadn't bothered to go find her.

Daughter of the Year award was not going to find a home here. )

[[Again, door is closed, but should anyone want to disturb her they can. The usual warnings apply. Improvement is on the horizon, I promise.]]
comeoutwrong: (☁ little bit mental.)
Everyone has their ways of dealing. )

[[ Warning for mental instability and mentions of substance abuse. The door is closed, but the post can be open if anyone particularly wants to deal with her. ]]
comeoutwrong: (☁ emo smoker.)
After last weekend, for this one it'd been nice not to have to do a thing. Two days of proper nothing. Which was a good and a bad thing. Relaxing, but way too much time to think, and that was always a problem with her.

This time last week there'd been her dad, and constant fucking questions about what she was doing next, and how she felt about him and mum, and her grades were, and university, and her graduation. All things she really didn't want to talk about right now. So in true Effy fashion she'd clammed up and left him completely frustrated.

She'd decided she liked this kind of weekend of nothing better.

Tonight she still had fuck all the way of plans, had her back to the door and was leaning half out the window with her cigarette and eying up the moon. As... well, Effy did when she was thinking on a quiet Sunday night.

[[Open door and post and stuff should anyone want to bother her.]]
comeoutwrong: (✽ kitty!)
Being small and kitty-shaped actually wasn't so bad, once you got used to it.

A week down the line, and Effy had apparently well settled into the feline way of life, staying up all night and happily napping well into the afternoon. Later she'd probably be pissed she'd missed a week in Hawaii, disgusted at some of the things she'd sniffed and/or eaten and probably spend a lot of time glaring at Alex for all the mockery she'd get.

... But right now, dozing in a tightly curled ball on Alex's bed, it didn't seem half bad. Really fucking nice, you might say. Give her a minute to realise the sudden lack of fur was making it a little colder than she'd like, and that opinion might change.

[[Room modded with permission, and for that guy whose bed it is. Or, hey, the roommate too should he be about.]]
comeoutwrong: (✽ showing some skin)
So. As the earlier post might indicate, I'm off on holiday as of crazy early tomorrow morning! I'm only going to Scotland (not quite as exotic as Hawaii) and I'll have my phone so depending on coverage up near Loch Lomond probably still be checking email/Twitter, but not so much with the RP potential.

Chuck is heading back to California with Ellie for the week, and kittyshaped Effy is getting left in Alex's oh-so-capable hands. I will be back around sometime next Saturday!
comeoutwrong: (✽ kitty!)
With class over for the week, and spring break right there, Effy was right about thinking she'd start on her weekend. Maybe go out, find some of her own fun. It'd been a while.

It was always at moments when you made a decision like that, that life decided to screw you over in the most irritating ways. For most people in most places this came in the form of finding the clubs you wanted to go to were closed, or the buses weren't running... Maybe you got ill. In Effy's case, slightly less mundane. Trouble with this island was that is was never mundane, and finding yourself fur-covered and a fraction of the size you were used to wasn't a one-off occurrence. Unfortunately.

The end of the week, after classes, and right before a full week that could've been spent in Hawaii. Fucking typical.

If a cat could scowl and roll her eyes in frustration, that's what she'd be doing right now. There went her plans.

[[Door's cracked, if you happen to want to see a kitty. Fair warning, she likes her claws.]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ watchful)
Funny how what felt like hours of throwing the girl around yesterday had barely put a dent in her energy, and yet an early morning and an hour or so of class today had completely exhausted her. Maybe it was getting her into to plenty of leapfrog and hopscotch... Or maybe it was learning not to go along with endless requests for tea parties and sugar.

Well, whatever, Adele was currently crashed out asleep with her mouth open, and using Effy as a cushion. Tempted as she was to sneak off for a smoke, for now, she was basically stuck, cause moving was only going to wake her up again. It was actually quiet. Hadn't got that for the best part of a weekend. It was something to make the most of for however long it actually lasted.

Meantime, her phone was going to have to do for entertainment. People to text, games to play... few pictures to take (yeah yeah, of her kid). That sort of thing.

[[Open door, open post, etc etc. I'm around tonight and bored.]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ on the bed)
Effy, being the discerning sort, had avoided getting caught up in the freak storm of mis-communication yesterday. She didn't talk enough to bother leaving people hundreds of messages, and that had really worked in her favour. The message she'd been left yesterday got to stay on her voicemail. It amused her.

True to this trait, she was busy texting back and forth with Panda this afternoon, trying to solve her friend's relationship issues. Effy found it particularly ironic that Pandora chose her of all people for all these questions. Like she had a brilliant track record with this shit.

Lounging sideways on her bed with her head dangling half off the edge as she look particularly comfortable, but left her with the option to glance out her open door and keep an eye on whatever the fuck her cross-hallway neighbor was doing wandering to apparently just stare into the hallway periodically.

Maybe she'd go ask later. When she could be bothered.

[[Door and post open, I completely failed at playing with phones yesterday, so I LINKDROP TODAY, DAMN IT.]]
comeoutwrong: ([spe] angelic)
Contains large chunks of copy-pasta. As usual.

Chuck Bartowski ([livejournal.com profile] knowsnokungfu)
"Maybe we should be introduced, I'm Chuck Bartowski: total loser, cheeseball addict."
Future nerd of Buymoria! )

Elizabeth Stonem ([livejournal.com profile] pastmewrong)
"She gave me that smile. That 'Effy' smile... That says; You don't know me at all, and you never will."
The enigmatic bad girl. )

Alumni: Angela Montenegro, Cindy Mackenzie, Shawn Farrell )

And me. )
comeoutwrong: (☁ wallowing in emo)
Yeah, even if class hadn't been canceled the last couple days, there was no fucking way that Effy was going out there. The last time things had gone this haywire and it'd hit her was still far too fresh in her mind, and even looking out the window at the changing island was making her feel beyond twitchy.

No. Staying in, curled up on her bed with her arms around her knees, smoking, and listening. Not to anything anyone else could hear (well unless they were the sort who could eavesdrop on internal chatter), but-- Listening.

Maybe she should be trying to block all that out, go out and help with... Whatever was going on. But at moments like this, when things were going wrong around her, it became that little bit too much effort to do anything and, well, this use of time did give her a masochistic sort of entertainment.

[[Door's closed, but the post can be open. Effy, as usual, is all messed up.]]
comeoutwrong: (☁ emo smoker.)
Weekends sort of lost their meaning a little when you had so much free time in a week as it was. Days seemed to meld a little. Considering classes would be kicking back in again for real tomorrow, she should probably be making the most of it. Maybe by going out, or socialising or something.

But no. She wasn't. Instead, making use of her time by staring into space and smoking out her open window. Managed to waste a hell of a lot of time deep in her own head. She was only half taking in the view she was staring out at right now, the fact it was fucking freezing with this window pushed wide (it was still warmer than spending any sort of time on the roof), and that her cigarette was in danger of burning her fingers if she ignored it to fiddle with her bracelets much longer.

At least she was vaguely layered up in jeans and a leather jacket and unlikely to actually freeze any time soon.

[[Post's open, as is the door. Warning that I am a horrible flake lately, but will try and respond in some kind of timely fashion.]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ distant)
Effy's head on a regular day was liable to be overly full of dirty thoughts, and her mind would wander to sex at the slightest opportunity. This week made that even more likely than usual, and she'd retreated to her room pretty quickly to avoid acting on the impulses flitting through her mind just watching other people.

At the moment, she was repressing with fire. As she tended to do. Melting and mutating small bits of plastic into unrecognisable shapes with a lighter was only this to a very limited number of people. Effy was one of them.

Right now, she was just itching to do something, anything really, to take her mind off the twitchy edge this week was already bringing out in her. As yet, she hadn't fully decided what, but this was working all right in the meantime.

[[Door is cracked, aaand the post can be open should anyone want to distract her.]]

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