Room 323 [Wednesday, Afternoon]

[comeoutwrong]

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.]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Well, I'd offer to bang you right now but I think we might be thought of as insensitive."

You know, considering the island was being eaten up by some sort of maze and all.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Mmm." That did tend to be the case. Wasn't like it was something Effy'd particularly planned on pushing, and not because she cared if people thought.

"Because just avoiding was making me feel so... heroic and sensitive." Not.

... Okay, maybe hiding made her a little sensitive. But not in a good way.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Would you rather go out there and possibly get fucked up?" Alex wondered, raising an eyebrow. "That sound good to you or something?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Yeaaah, considering the last time this sort of thing had gone down...

Effy closed her eyes briefly like that little action could smother the images that still bothered her after all the time gone between then and now, and shook her head.

No, thanks, she wasn't feeling quite that self-destructive today.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What the fuck is your deal?" Alex asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're acting weird."

And it'd been awhile since he'd seen her so he wasn't looking for signs of all those issues he was somewhat familiar with.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"And you're asking fucking weird questions," she shot back, a prickle of irritation at being told she was coming off... weird, slipping in.

She wasn't planning on throwing herself to the goblins. So there was that. Being hermity and weird was healthier than other responses she could've picked.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What the fuck? I'm asking you weird questions? I've asked you like one fucking thing," he snapped grouchily. "You're acting fucking weird, I call it like I see it. Argue with me if I'm wrong."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Not wrong. Effy exhaled a huffed breath, curling and uncurling her fingers a few times, deciding she couldn't really argue. Settling for just looking irritated and twitchy instead.

"Been... a week." That had sucked balls, and reminded her of a whole tonne of things she didn't want to be reminded of. "So what?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"So chill the fuck out on me," Alex said, rolling his eyes. "Or are you looking for a fucking fight?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

There was a few moments of silence where she just breathed, stopped herself from digging her fingers into her palms, and finally Effy shook her head jerkily. Last thing she wanted right now was to get into an argument she'd regret later.

She liked her grasp on things, tenuous as it was, and stepped away from him suddenly, if only to pace half way across the room and back again.

"Enough bad shit floating around." No need to add to it unnecessarily. "Gets into everything. I hate this place sometimes."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What bad shit?" Alex asked, shaking his head. "What? I haven't seen you in fucking weeks and now there's bad shit floating around all the sudden. What's this place done to you lately?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Look around." He couldn't have missed everything. "It's not to me. To everything." It didn't have to be direct trauma to throw her off balance. If it had happened to her, she'd be freaking out far more than she was right now. This was just off, not broken.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"And you having trouble handling it or something?" Alex asked, crossing his arms.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'm handling it," she assured him firmly, halting her pacing to look at him. "It's just... there." Making her think about it. Which was a little frustrating, and a lot disturbing.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, you said you were handling it last time," Alex reminded her, rolling her eyes. "And were you handling? I don't remember that happening at fucking all."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"That was different." Well, not that different. But enough. Worse, and the fucking had been with her, not just the world around her. "Not totally freaking out, am I?"

She was here, talking to him, in a mostly sane sort of way. Twitchy, and - like he'd said - weird, but not hiding under her bed or whatever the fuck else she'd been at before.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"No, you're not totally freaking out but you're also acting like I'm a stranger or something when it comes to this shit," Alex pointed out, shaking his head.

"So, what is bothering you so much about this shit today?" he asked again.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Makes you think, doesn't it?" she suggested. "People disappearing, island losing bits every day-- Creepy fucking creatures stalking around."

"Had my fill of all that."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Think about what?" Alex asked, shrugging. "It makes me think that this island is fucking weird."

Still, he paused and looked at her.

"Planning on leaving or some shit?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"No." Effy frowned. Not such a quitter that she'd bail after this long. She shook her head with a repeated, "... No."

"Just-- It gets in my head, and stays there, and reminds me. That's all."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"So, get it the fuck out of your head because I'm thinking you're just gonna fuck off in the dead of night," Alex said, unable to let some frustration slip into his voice.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"It's not that easy!" If only. Things that crawled in without her permission weren't always so simple to toss out again. "Think I don't try?"

"Still not just going to quit on you." One thing she was determined not to do.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"No, I don't think you try!" Alex snapped, glaring. "I'm sitting here, aren't I? You could fucking tell me but you're just arguing about how hard it is. Well, fucking do something about it."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy spun back towards him, taking a step that way. "Like what?" Her version of trying just didn't quite match up with everyone else's. "Can't just forget. It doesn't work that way. So what?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

Alex rolled his eyes. "You could tell me what's going on instead of letting me imagine what might be wrong. I'm asking, Effy. Jesus fucking Christ. Wake up."