comeoutwrong: (✽ dozy.)
One of those benefits of being roommate-less, always gonna be there was no one to kick out when it came to the end of the night and, as planned, she didn't leave alone.

And still wasn't alone. Lying up against someone else, face turned into their chest, wasn't a bad way to wake up after all that. Enough so, that unless someone gave her a very good reason, she wouldn't be moving in any way other than a subtle shift closer.

It was not cuddling, no.

[[for that one that's there already, and a weetiny!]]
comeoutwrong: (☁ under the bed.)
Effy's head was still full of the fogged up confusion as she ran back to the dorms, and her mind was barely starting to wrangle the stray thoughts and overriding fear into something manageable by the time she reached her room.

There was trippy and there was wrong, and that had been all wrong. Under her hands had been a person, and in her head there was a misshapen monster, and there was blood and fear. But bits and pieces were starting to slip back into reality through the haze, and she almost didn't want that. Someone got hurt.

Desperately needing something safe, she firmly closed her door and dropped flat on her stomach, scooting into the enclosed space under her bed while she tried to gather her thoughts and recover her control. She might be there for a while.

[[The Fog might've worn off, but she's still a little unstable. It can be open should anyone have a reason to stop in. Following this once it's played out.]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ lighting up.)
Having two classes (relatively early classes, no less) was a bit of a quick come down after a week spent, mostly drunk, in the Bahamas. It all went by that little bit too fast. At least Effy dealt with the aftermath of extended hangovers well.

Or, with large quantities of nicotene, anyway.

Smoking was actually more satisfying somehow, when your breath alone almost misted up in the cold air. Made the smoke she was idly blowing out her open window from her spot perched on the sill look all the more impressive.

Not bad.

[[Expecting a couple, but the door and this post are totally open! ETA: And we should probably put an NFB on the topic of the girls' conversation.]]
comeoutwrong: (☁ back up)
Wasn't every morning you Effy was woken by the sound of things getting kicked and thrown around. Not lately, anyway. So when she was today, it was pretty obvious there would be no extra long lie-in for her. Even if it hadn't jerked her awake, she'd have gone to investigate. It was just the way she was.

That might not have been a great idea )
[[Excuse to use the hurty pictures from Kaya's new movie ftw. Can be open!]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ plays with fire.)
Effy's room was dark and freezing, and for the moment she was only putting up with it for the moment simply because she was pretty sure she'd feel colder if she got up and wandered around the dorms.

Not being very good at layers as a general rule, she was probably going to suffer this weekend.

Wasn't doing as badly as she could be, at the moment. Fortunately, she had a hell of a lot of candles, and found herself a long sleeved shirt, leggings and an oversized sweater she'd probably stolen from Tony at some point to pull way down over her knees and wrap her arms around as she fiddled with her phone before the batteries died on her.

Give her a minute, and she'd probably be back under her blankets. Weekend, so no one was going to force her to go anywhere. Could have had worse plans to keep her going until she ultimately got bored.

[[Door is closed, occupant cold, post can be open!]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ contemplating.)
With Christmas done and past, there didn't seem to be a hell of a lot going on around here, as far as she could tell. Few days until New Year's, and that trip, and a shitload of empty space to fill until then. Going out was her typical fallback at times like this, but you couldn't do that sort of thing all the time. Unfortunately. It would've been nice, having just one simple thing to think about. Never seemed to be the way things worked out, did it?

Spending her afternoon reading and idly blowing smoke rings out her window was a secondary option. She'd decided a long time ago that classic literature was more fun when there was alcohol or drugs involved. Pity that philosophy never got her by in classes.

[[and her door and this post are open. I have a day off and a bunch of free time to fill]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ got candy.)
Relaxing as days without classes could be, they did have a tendency to give far too much time to think, and over-think about just about everything that had gone on in the last week or so. There was a good lot of stuff that fell into that frustratingly complex category, and Effy had spent her day avoiding that, by being out and about and doing things, cold as it was.

It was only on the way back she'd noticed the overabundance of candy canes, grabbed a couple from the cafeteria and was sucking on one as she pottered around her room and returned a couple of calls from Panda and Tony.

It kept her oral fixation satisfied and was probably better for her lungs. Win win.

[[Open door/post!]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ intense.)
Looked like it was threatening rain outside, so Effy was staying in for once. Every girl needed a night off sometimes, even if they were few and far between for this one. She'd been out and got things done during the day, and to her, that should count for something.

So between the odd text to Tony (whose evening was going far more interestingly than hers), she was flopped back on the bed, holding the book she was reading up over her. She'd even got into it enough her hot chocolate had gone cold. That was actually kind of rare.

[[Door is cracked, but the post can be open!]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ looking at you.)
Her room felt bizarrely empty without Edward around, not that Effy would admit that out loud. Still, a week down the line with his stuff gone and the dorm lists changed, she was getting the feeling now, that he probably wasn't coming back.

So today, since she didn't really have anywhere else to be, was the day for rearranging and spreading herself out a little, and making the most of this having her own room.

Made it feel less empty, somehow, and gave her something to think about that wasn't what was going on at home, or certain other confusing moments of this week. Perfect, as far as she was concerned.

[[Door open, post open.]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ in profile)
Pandora was sitting there across from her at her parent's kitchen table, breakfast completely ignored, while they both tried to pretend they hadn't just witnessed the catalyst to the argument raging in the hallway. The argument that had been going already for a good twenty minutes just upstairs.

Wasn't every day you witnessed one parent kissing the other parent's boss in the hallway in front of all of them. If she'd thought the incident a couple of days ago had been bad, it was because she hadn't had to deal with this part yet.

This... wasn't as easy to ignore. )

[[And again, NFB for distance related reasons. Dialogue modified from Skins 3x04.]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ quiet and innocent (or not).)
This was one of the things Effy hadn't really missed about home. Standing around in the cold and grey, despite the fact it was technically still summer. Pandora did at least make that a little more entertaining, but it was never going to be a favourite of hers. She almost missed the muggy heat of Fandom.

"My mum still thinks you're out there doing missionary work," Pandora said to her. "I said you're packing gifts for the poor in Africa."

"Why couldn't I do that in Bristol?"

"Because it's close to there!"

It was not anywhere near being close to there, but Effy decided not to enlighten poor Pandora on her misunderstood geography, and just arched eyebrows in a little amusement. "Of course."

Read more... )

[[NFB for obvious distance-related reasons, and dialogue modified from Skins 3x03.]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ looking at you.)
Last class for the term finally out of the way, and it was really about time Effy started to think about her trip home tomorrow, and... well, the packing she had to do for it.

Sure, she probably had enough stuff back in Bristol to get by for a week, but an overnight bag at least might be a good idea, and she yanked one out from under her bed to throw a few things into.

If nothing else, she was looking forward to seeing Tony, maybe even Pandora, though she might be less likely to admit to that second one. The couple of things she actually missed about home were the people. That was something she'd never really imagined would be the case.

[[Door and post are ooooopen, feel free to bug her.]]
comeoutwrong: (✽ kitty!)
Effy had no idea what was going on this week. So people were a little dozy, so what? As soon as she got back from class, she was making plans to go out again, one way to stop herself from falling into the same stupor as everyone else seemed to be.

Of course, no sooner had she decided that, and flopped down onto her bed... than where she sat, was a little blue-eyed cat, instead. This was not the solution to her boredom she'd been hoping for.

Now, she couldn't even smoke.

Fucking ridiculous. She crawled out from under the clothes she had been wearing and stalked to the end of the bed where she sat, sniffed as haughtily as an adorable little kitty could, and proceeded to clean behind her ears.

[[The door is open and the post can be too, if anyone wants to take a break from the drama to mock play with the kitty!]]
comeoutwrong: (☾ sitting.)
By mid-afternoon, it was getting a little too hot for her very pale British self to be anywhere outside (even if it was alligator free, now), so Effy was in the dorms, and in true antisocial spirit, in her own room. She hadn't honestly spent all that much time there since moving out of the cabins, so it was probably about time.

The door was open, which either showed some vague social improvement on her part, or possibly just that she was hoping for a bit of a breeze while she finally got around to unpacking properly. Probably the latter.

Anyway, there was that, and she was even occasionally pausing to get lost in her music for a minute. It was entirely possible she was happy in a less than natural sort of way.

It was a weekend, was there really any better way to spend her time?

[[Door and post are wiiiiide open!]]
comeoutwrong: (☁ bitchface.)
"For fuck's sake, Effy! What in the hell were you thinking?"

Well, this was getting off to a fun start now, wasn't it? And with volume high enough to disturb their neighbors pretty effectively.

Cut, for a Stonem family meeting. )

[[ooc: Someone had to kick off the establishy posts! NFB, NFI, yadda yadda OOC, and a warning for excessive cussing, because this is the Stonem household.]]

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