Middle Area High School (original) (raw)
[at school, Tuesday]
at January 27th, 2009 (08:02 pm)
Angela is at her locker after school on Tuesday, just gathering her things. She didn't bother with trying to hide the bruise; there was no sense in that, after all. It's gotten better, at least, since she got it. Right now it looks like a really bad shade of blush on her right cheek.
She wants to see her friends, she wants to see Elias, and she has to deliver a couple of clothing commissions.
She's very open to just being with people now, after isolating herself for a few days.
[calling Mark]
at January 23rd, 2009 (11:15 pm)
Angela, doing her best to not cry anymore, calls Mark from a parking lot on the other side of town, letting the phone ring.
She hasn't slept all night, and she looks, quite frankly, like hell. She's scared and exhausted and her face hurts pretty badly. So does her tongue.
Stress [narrative]
at December 5th, 2008 (10:24 pm)
Angela's body is starting to reject the stress. Her face is breaking out, her scalp itches, her arms itch, and she's got dry patches of skin that no amount of cream or lotion will cure. She clenches her teeth far too often, and her jaw often aches.
She isn't sleeping much, but when she does, it's nearly impossible for her to get up in the morning. She's been late a couple of times, which she never is, and is falling asleep in study hall.
Home life, needless to say, is a source of constant stress. Between her father's drinking, visiting her Gran, making sure the bills get paid and the house gets clean...not to mention her schoolwork and maintaining a good average...Angela is ready to break down from nervous collapse.
The best times are when she and Elias meet, either in secret or on a date. Most of their time together is spent clinging to each other. It's about the only time Angela feels good.
Reaching out...[narrative]
at November 8th, 2008 (01:19 am)
[Saturday - After the funeral - Muds]
at October 27th, 2008 (01:00 am)
The service was not terribly drawn out; the Tusspots had never been a very religious family and James hadn't wanted a funeral that didn't suit him. He was a simple man with simple tastes, and his funeral reflected that. It wasn't terribly well-attended, just as Stu had assumed it would be. James hadn't known many people beyond a small, close circle of friends; a few of his doctors and nurses from the clinic, family from England that could make the trip. A couple of people spoke, Stu sang a song, and while his voice had been soft and filled with tremors, he hadn't cried.
In fact, he hadn't cried through the entire thing. He just sat quietly, shoulders slightly hunched and eyes down, hands folded in his lap. Every now and again, he'd shift in his seat, but that had been mostly from his being uncomfortable in his suit.
After the service, most of people attending went to comfort Rose. Stu hung back, eyes still down and brow faintly furrowed.
Now he leans against a tree, pale and quiet. He still isn't crying. His hair has grown rather shaggy and sometimes he pushes it out of his lowered eyes, but other than that, he's quite still. Almost blank. Stu has never been very good with funerals.
[A Thank You Gift]
at October 18th, 2008 (12:40 am)
On Friday, Ernst sneaks a package into Angela's locker. Not terribly big, but rather heavy for its size. Wrapped in foil and tied with blue ribbon. A small notecard is slipped under the ribbon, reading in neat, precise cursive "Angela~ Thank you for helping me when I was broken. ~Ernst Röbel"
Inside the foil are several pieces of homemade chocolate fudge with walnuts. He kept a couple of pieces for himself, but there's still a great deal there.
[Monday - Lunch - Open]
at September 9th, 2008 (01:04 am)
It's been a very long week for Ernst and it's only just Monday. He'd tried to get out of coming to school, but there would be none of that, even with Hanschen there, so he's quite ready for today to be over, thank you very much.
And so, while he's not quite sulking, he's still looking mildly irritated at the situation as he picks at his lunch. Could he use some company? Perhaps. Would he rather just go home. Most definitely.
After the Show [in which we continue the fact that time has no meaning...]
at August 31st, 2008 (07:47 pm)
After the show, the actors come out into the lobby to mingle with the audience and each other. There are t-shirts and buttons for sale, and aprons reading 'Mrs. Lovett's Famous Meat Pies.' On the wall is a table with cups of water and flyers with information about the theater program.
There are many congratulations to be had and accepted.
Middle Area Community Theater - "Sweeney Todd" [THNM]
at August 29th, 2008 (12:19 am)
EPILOGUE
As the audience enters, funeral music plays throughout the theater. Before a front drop depicting in a honeycombed beehive the class system of mid-19th century England, two workmen enter. They pull down the drop. The deafeningly shrill sound of a factory whistle.
Blackout.
The lights come up to reveal the company. They are serious and intense as they look out into the audience. A man steps forward and begins singing the Ballad of Sweeney Todd. The soloists each then step forward and sing in turn.
“Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd. His skin was pale and his eye was odd. He shaved the faces of gentlemen Who never thereafter were heard of again. He trod a path that few have trod, Did Sweeney Todd, _The Demon Barber of Fleet Street_…”
Two men enter. They carry a body in a bag, tied at both ends with rope. They walk to a large bake-oven , center stage. They throw the bag in. The company the groups together, blocking the oven from the audience’s view.
“Sweeney was smooth, Sweeney was subtle, Sweeney would blink and rats would scuttle. Inconspicuous Sweeney was, Quick and quiet and clean 'e was, Like a perfect machine 'e was, Was Sweeney! Sweeney! Sweeney! _Sweeeeeneeeeey!…_“
They part to reveal Todd, who surveys the crowd and then takes up the song..
“Attend the tale of Sweeney Todd. He served a dark and a vengeful god.
What happened then — well, that's the play, And he wouldn't want us to give it away, Not Sweeney…
Not Sweeney Todd, The Demon Barber of Fleet Street.
”
One last look at the audience and the company scatters.
Blackout.
Drama Final [THNM to the Nth degree]
at June 25th, 2008 (04:10 am)
The chairs have been set up so that the class is the audience for the performers. Fenton perches on the small stage, and it’s possible that he’s more excited than any of the students could possibly be; he loves watching actors work.
“All right, my dears, the day you have been dreading has finally come. I hope you’re prepared.” He gives a little tilt of the head. "And, as always, please give your fellow performers your utmost attention. If you want to talk or text or whatever it is you kids do nowadays, you can do it after class."
He hops off the stage and takes a seat in the audience. "Let the show begin."
((School might be out by now, I am not sure! But I wanted to get this in, so here it is either way.))
at June 16th, 2008 (04:59 am)
Monday morning the cast list is taped to the window of the box office:
SWEENEY TODD - JAMES MATTHEW
MRS. NELLIE LOVETT - ANDRAIA WALLS
ANTHONY HOPE - ENRST ROBEL
JOHANNA BARKER - ANGELA EMERSON
TOBIAS RAGG - LEOPOLD STOTCH
JUDGE TURPIN - HANNIBAL NICCALS
BEADLE BAMFORD - FENTON BROOKES
BEGGER WOMAN*
ADOLFO PERILLI*
FOGG*
THE BIRDSELLER*
PASSERSBY - MARK COHEN (*and others)
All cast members are asked to come pick up their practice CDs and scripts**
OOC NOTE: *These parts will be cast with NPCs unless someone wants to take them over. If you are interested, make a note. **script coming soon
Getaway
at June 15th, 2008 (03:03 pm)
Henry's got the trip all planned out, he's got a lot of Stu's things stashed in the car (after two months of slowly collecting it out of Stu's house- the kid will probably be glad to see some of his shirts again), and he's got food for the road taken care of. And of course, his photo equipment's in the backseat. All that's left is to collect Stu himself. He almost feels like he should be heading to the backdoor, or showing up in the middle of the night and having Stu jump out a second story to 'escape'.
But no, just a simple smile and the promise of another movie night is really all he needed here. And then they'll get away from this town for awhile. He rings the doorbell and waits.
[Middle Area Community Theater - Auditions - THNM]
at June 11th, 2008 (01:25 am)
Wednesday evening, the doors of the theater are opened. The building is nicely air-conditioned to make the actors as comfortable as possible. There's a stage at the North end of the auditorium, not a huge one, but it's big enough. In the empty area between the stage and the seats is a table with a sign-in sheet, schedules, and a large dispenser of ice water with cups. There's a piano in front of the stage for musical accompaniment, and a sound-system set up if the actor has brought a tape or CD to sing along with.
The director and choreographer of the show are seated in the front row and greet each actor as they come in.
Please sign in and let's get the audition underway!
((If you are interested in your character participating in the musical, please post a sign-in reply to the thread. They will be called on to audition when the sign-ins are finished.
EDIT:
I think everyone who's participating has signed in. If not! Feel free to sign in after the auditions have been set up.))
Elias's Locker, Friday morning
at June 6th, 2008 (08:39 pm)
Angela is not one to let a grounding get in the way of things. It's early on Friday morning when she passes by Elias's locker and shoves an envelope into it.
Dear Elias--
Just wanted to write and let you know that I'm taking my driving test next today after school, so if you could just remember me around 3pm, I'd appreciate it. I'm so nervous.
Are your parents still really mad? I hope not. I hope they're not giving you a hard time.
I miss you lots and I love you.
Angela
It wasn't much, but it was something.
[Sunday - Meeting Spider]
at June 1st, 2008 (07:39 pm)
Mark is starting to have doubts. Well, to be technical, he started having doubts the moment he read "We may be going spelunking." But this is important and it'll bug him forever if he doesn't go through with it now. This doesn't stop him from fidgeting as he waits on the front steps of the school, half-hoping that Spider will back out and abandon him there. Then it wouldn't be his fault for not going. Home would be really nice right now, especially if he doesn't have to feel guilty about being there.
Cheerleaders are not so nice... [open] THNM (Monday at school)
at May 30th, 2008 (01:54 pm)
Angela walked down the hallways of school, happy to be back at school. She'd been so bored at home, and she was glad for something to do and somewhere else to be besides home.
She was cheerfully oblivious to the fact that there were three cheerleaders following her, until they pulled on her braids.
[Class, THNM]
at May 30th, 2008 (01:14 am)
Today's tie has a horse on it, today's slacks, a somewhat subdued green and brown plaid.
Fenton gives the class a studying look before standing.
"Finals. They're worth a great deal of your grade. I wont tell you how much, because truly, it would frighten you to the depths of your very soul, but let me assure you, you'll want to do your best here, people. Your assignment, should you choose to accept it...and as I've said previously, you really do want to accept it, is this."
"It's really quite simple. You may work in groups or on your own, that's up to you. I want a scene, monologue, or song from a musical at least 3 minutes long. It can be from a play, it can be from a movie, it can be from one of the scene books, hell, you can even write it yourself if you want, as long as it's memorized and you put some effort into it. I can't stress how important putting effort into it is. Trust me, my dears, I can tell if you're doing a half-assed job."
"You can have props, costumes, anything you want. I want to be impressed. Impress me."
He gives a broad gesture toward the boxes filled with scripts over against the wall. "You can look for a scene here, or find one out of school on your own. If you need extra people, students from outside class can help, if they have permission from their teacher."
"If anyone has any questions, now's the time to ask them. If not, you're all free to start brainstorming ideas and breaking into your groups."
at May 30th, 2008 (12:39 am)
The weather is getting warmer and Summer is looming in the near future. And so, flyers have been put up for Middle Area Community Theater's second annual Summer musical.
It's gonna be bloody this year, kids.
[James]
at May 19th, 2008 (11:47 pm)
Ernst is very sad indeed. Even though he's washed his face, it's still obvious he's been crying; his eyes are puffy and red and he looks about ready to burst into tears again at any moment. As he waits for James at an out-of-the-way table in the coffee shop, he sulkily stirs his mug of coffee before resting his head on his arms. It's probably not possible for him to look more sad and forlorn.
If James doesn't actually show up, it's not going to be very pretty...
In the Hospital [open]
at April 27th, 2008 (10:05 pm)
Angie's just dozing, really, as well as a person can doze with an IV in one arm. No one ever sleeps well in the hospital, really. She's been on treatment for a couple of days and is feeling a little better, though she's still coughing quite a bit and is still weak.
But she's not contagious, there's oxygen in case she needs it, and her mother is in the chair beside her, reading a magazine.
( Mother-Daughter conversationCollapse )
Angela grins at her mother and closes her eyes again. Her mother will greet anyone who comes by.
delirium [narrative] and [LJ public post]
at April 25th, 2008 (01:56 pm)
[Wednesday afternoon - the park - open]
at April 16th, 2008 (01:23 am)
The weather is finally getting nice and with Spring break in full swing, Fenton decides to take advantage of the day off and take his corgi Milo for a walk in the park.
No tie today, but a vintage argyle sweater-vest over a white, button-up shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, some well-worn brown corduroy pants and a brown tweed cap; this is how Fenton Brookes does casual. Milo is wearing tiny doggie boots, so as not to feel under-dressed.
Of course, the walk has now become the sit on a convenient bench, smoking and drinking coffee, but he had good intentions when setting out?
At the Mall [open to all]
at March 24th, 2008 (08:48 pm)
current location: The mall
current mood: cheerful
Angela and her Dad are at the mall. However, Angela is looking at spring dresses (yay!) and her Dad is looking at a new toilet (boo), so they're not precisely together.
She's taking the time to look at girly things and, of course, books. There are a few bags in hand, most notably from Deb and Victoria's Secret. There are also shoes that aren't combat boots to wear with said pretty dresses from Deb.
She's pretty happy and content, and she doesn't have to meet her Dad for a little while yet.
[ooc: feel free to meet her...pretty much anywhere in the mall]
[Troy]
at March 24th, 2008 (03:27 pm)
Mark doesn't want to be here. He's already going to therapy, why does he have to see the school counselor too? This is stupid. His parents are stupid. School is stupid. This whole town is stupid.
Needless to say, he isn't in the best of moods when he knocks quietly on Troy's door. Maybe if he knocks quietly enough, the doctor won't hear him and then he can leave or something.
Study Hall [open]
at March 11th, 2008 (06:27 pm)
The work is starting to mount. Her History and English courses have both assigned papers that are due at the same time. So she's working flat-out, trying to make something cohesive out of the scattered notecards and papers.
She is writing in longhand, and her handwriting is getting messy because her hand is tired, but when she has to think about her writing, it's usually better to write longhand.
Why do teachers have to assign huge projects at the same time?!
[lunch - open]
at March 5th, 2008 (02:37 am)
Another day, another lunch time. Once again, Ernst isn't eating, as he hasn't the heart to tell his aunt that he just can't bear to eat the cafeteria food. He's got his little carton of milk and that's certainly enough. He doesn't seem as lost as when he first got here, but he still doesn't seem to fit in; he hasn't made any attempt to change his style of clothing in the least, and there's a battered leather bookbag on the bench next to him. No jeans or nylon backpacks for Ernst, thank you very much.
Instead of eating, he's bent over a sheet of paper with a fountain pen clutched in his hand. The look of concentration on his face is so intense that it's almost comical as he carefully writes. Every now and then, he frowns deeply and scratches out something, swearing under his breath in German. With every muttered swear, he glances around momentarily, as if expecting someone to scold him. Then it's back to writing. And while he seems lost in his work, he certainly wouldn't mind some distraction.
Fate up against your will
at February 23rd, 2008 (07:46 pm)
current mood: anxious
A lot of work went into spying on poor, darling Dexter without being caught. There's been a lot of hiding in the shadows, skipping class to delicately go through Dexter's things, breaking into his computer... It's been fun, actually. Now, though, now is the payoff.
Waiting for Dexter, under the light of the full moon, is the young killer's next target. The house is quiet and the lights are out. All except for the garage. The lights are on and there's the feint sound of the generator running that keeps the large ice cream freezer running. The house is completely empty. Rudy waits in the garage, hidden in the back-up chest style freezer which he unplugged a while ago. He hopes Dex doesn't plan to wait longer. Always so much planning for Dex. Tonight seems perfect, though, and he even told Dexter he'd be off 'visiting family' so there would be no worry over creating suspicions.
He's almost giddy as he waits in the cold chest. The light is on in the garage and another on inside the walk-in ice cream freezer. The whole garage is cold in the winter night, but there's still a bit of cold vapor drifting from the cracked open door.
'Come in and get me, Dexter', it seems to say.
Elias's Locker, Valentine's Day
at February 14th, 2008 (09:15 pm)
current mood: mischievous
Angela is sometimes a very sneaky young lady when she wants to be. Sneaky like ninja.
What she has done is wrap a thin piece of fabric in an even thinner piece of paper. It'll slip into the crack in the bottom of Elias's locker door.
It's a bookmark she's embroidered with the phrase "not all who wander are lost". On the paper she's wrapped it in, she's written: Happy Valentine's Day! (See, I am sneaky!) Love, Angela.
It isn't a long operation to actually stick the thing into his locker, and sneak away again, giggling.
Valentine's Day is fun.
Movie Night at the Emersons' [Elias]
at January 25th, 2008 (09:21 pm)
Angela is perhaps the most hyper she has ever been. Happy and nervous and feeling sort of like she's going to throw up at the same time. Elias is going to meet her Dad and this could be a disaster and this could be great! She's not sure which yet.
It's leaning towards great at the moment. She and her Dad have been cooking things! There are buffalo chicken wings and nachos and vegetables for Angie because she likes the 'rabbit food' as her Dad calls it. There are also brownies.
"Angela," her Dad says, "please calm down. You're going to bring the house down if you keep jumping like that."
When the doorbell rings, Angela squeaks. Her Dad goes to open the door. "Daddy!"
"Hey, shouldn't I go open the door?"
Angela's eyes widen. "Dad, no."
He laughs. "Go greet your guest, sweetheart."
[Wednesday Afternoon - The Park]
at January 23rd, 2008 (03:48 am)
It's a relatively nice day, so Mark has decided to do his homework at the park....okay, well, it's cold as Hell, but it isn't home and that counts as nice right now. He's stressed, he's tired, and he really can't take his dad right now, so freezing is much preferred.
And so, he's got his books spread out before him, working away. Every now and then, a fingerless glove-clad hand absently reaches for the cup of coffee to his side. He's not even listening to music; freezing homework has no soundtrack.
((Now open if anyone wants to help pick up the pieces.))
[Announcement] MLK Day (Backdated to Friday)
at January 21st, 2008 (09:22 pm)
The speakers buzz to life for the morning announcements and there's a second, unfamiliar voice over the speakers.
"Why am I here, again? Did you want me to start mowing the school's lawn too? That'll cost more."
"Shh shh. ... Good morning, students! And a happy Friday to you. As most of you surely know, this coming Monday is Martin Luther King day. I'll be celebrating with my black friend, Alan. Say hello, Alan, my black friend!"
"Uh..hello. Wait...You're spending Monday where?"
"Yes, Alan and I will be barbecuing with chitlins and collard greens, slicing up a big ol' watermelon, and drinking gallons of grape soda! You see, I'm in tune with the heart of urban America. I understand how hard it is out there for a pimp. So enjoy your Martin Luther King day and be sure to spend it with your black friend."
"...Oh fuck this."
"Alan? Alan where are you going? Ha ha... Well, I'll see you Monday!"
The speakers click off.
At School [open post]
at January 8th, 2008 (09:47 pm)
Angela is at her locker before school, looking very cute in her skirt and pale blue sweater. Her hair is braided in two braids, mostly because static electricity is the bane of her existence in the wintertime.
She's still not into the swing of school yet, and she's rubbing her eyes to get the sleep out.
It doesn't help, really, that both she and her Dad are night-owls.
Trade
by Vice Principal Bennet (
vp_hrg)
at December 13th, 2007 (10:31 pm)
It's 3pm on Monday, and Vice Principal Bennet is not making his usual rounds around the school, watching the students leave. No, right now he's in his office, idly shuffling through a very large file. And he's waiting for Murdoc.
Lunchtime and lost [open]
at December 9th, 2007 (11:01 pm)
There is a new face in the cafeteria today. A new and bewildered face attached a sullen boy poking listlessly at his school lunch with a plastic fork. He's not sure what he's eating (or not eating, to be more specific), he's not sure where he is...the only thing he's really sure of is that he would much rather be home right now.
He doesn't quite blend with the other kids. From the way he's dressed (shirt and tie under a thick, hand-knit sweater) to his delicate manner, he just doesn't fit.
Perhaps a friendly face will make him feel better...or whatever passes for a friendly face in Middle Area.
More gift giving...
at December 5th, 2007 (04:57 pm)
Mark is feeling festive...and is a smartass. Yes. And so he's come bearing a gift for his beloved principal. It's a very flat gift and easily slipped under the office door. The gift is wrapped in shiny blue and silver paper and a matching card reading "No hard feelings. Happy holidays!"
Perhaps it isn't suspicious enough to not be opened? If it's decided to be safe, inside the wrapping Principal Noblet will find a calendar. See? Nothing dangerous at all.
Task done, Mark wanders off to his locker, wearing what may or may not be a smug, self-satisfied expression. Maybe he's just happy to be here. Who knows?
Ain't school a bitch?
at December 2nd, 2007 (11:06 pm)
current location: outside the gym
current mood: bored
current song: Dethklok - "Bloodrocuted"
Murdoc has been behaving himself lately. He's worked damn hard to keep his grades up, he's been working on his reading (even getting contacts so he can see properly), and he's been staying out of trouble. The problem is, he's impatient. Muds needs immediate gratification for his work. Instead, he's still being punished for past discretions. He still doesn't have his car and spends all afternoon busting his balls on school work and chores and going to work.
So, when he was given the afternoon off by his chosen parental figure, he decided to make the best of it. He got pretty deep into a bottle of vodka, toked up for a little while, then decided to go out, since he was getting bored.
After dark, he made his way to the school with a couple cans of spray paint. He gave the place a quick look around, then started in on the back of the gym, covering it in lewd images of demons and monsters with huge penises violating and in some cases devouring stick women with big breasts.
Christmas is insane...[open]
at November 26th, 2007 (08:43 pm)
Angela's cheeks are beginning to hurt. She's been smiling all day. Granted, she's felt like smiling. Little kids are (for the most part), pretty cool, and she likes them.
But after seven hours of it, Angela is more than ready for a break.
So she's in the food court now, a long coat over the elf costume, but with funny shoes sticking out. She is consuming mass quantities of fries and coke and a chicken sandwich.
Her head is still humming from the noise of screaming kids and she has sparkly makeup on her cheeks.
And she's bending over a book, because she needs to read something now.
A promised gift for Maddy
at November 5th, 2007 (03:36 pm)
Some time during the day, Maddy will find a DVD sneaked into her locker. It has cover art on the front and a scene list on the back. There is also a note taped to it, written in Mark's hurried, somewhat messy handwriting.
"Mads-- See? No macaroni anywhere, not even glitter, so I hope it isn't too much.
Anyway, it's a really good show and I hope you like it. Try to watch it by yourself before deciding if your parents would want to see it, though. Mine weren't terribly impressed. If it turns out you don't like it, that's cool too. It's just my favorite and I thought I'd share.
It should play fine on your computer. So yeah.
--Mark
"
Halloween Party [Everyone invited!]
at October 31st, 2007 (07:57 pm)
Pearl lives on the really nice side of Middle Area. Her neighbors are out of earshot and only her mother is home. It's a perfect night for a party. Anna greets any parents dropping the kids off and has been making nice on the phone with the other parents for the past couple of day She knows what to say to her fellow mothers and for the most part Anna keeps a watchful eye on the teenagers. But unless a few get plastered or don't bother to hide the flasks full of alcohol they pour into their punch, she's not going to step in. She's pretending not to see it. The kids are all going to party tonight. This way they can do it in a safe place.
While most of the house is off limits to the kids (except to use the bathroom of course) the porch and backyard is decorated and heavily lighted. The backyard is largely Pearl's domain so it has a sort of artistic boho sense to it to begin with. The filthy doll parts, bright toys, stars, and strings of chicken feet hanging from the tree branches go right along with the holiday theme and are mixed in with store bought accessories. Orange and yellow lanterns light the shadowy parts of the yard and jack'o'lanterns are everywhere to be found. There are tiki torches to keep away the bugs, a table on the screened in porch filled with food, and ashtrays everywhere. Along with Pearl's friendly reminder that if she finds butts in her yard she'll look at the brand, find the guilty party, and shove them straight up their ass.
She smokes her own clove cigarette as she weaves between her guests. Pearl seems to be dressed as a belly dancer tonight but if anyone asks her she is the Great Mata Hari, who stole Europe's heart before being executed as a spy. Behind her, a skeleton follows in spats and tuxedo tails. Ripped black lace peeks out from his sleeve cuffs. He wears a delicate carnival mask with the same high forehead, sharp cheekbones, and cupid bow mouth as the face below it. Only made of porcelain with the thinnest design in silver running around the eyes. The mask is very old and discolored in places making it seem like ivory. Longish brown hair hangs out of a dusty top hat. Sheldon Sands has been at Pearl's, helping to set up for most of the day (leaving only to pick up Rangiku). Under the mask he smiles at her before remembering she can't see it- then chooses to give her a goofy wave instead.
Lunchtime Rendevous [Sylar]
at October 30th, 2007 (07:22 pm)
Maddy's been keeping her head down. A lot. It's safer, that's all, and she's been scared and nervous and just wanting to be normal again. No worrying about special powers, no boiler room, no thinking about the tiny deer perched on her windowsill. Just being normal.
She's been working rather aggressively at it, actually, and she almost can pretend that nothing really happened except a few kids panicking. That nothing really broke Sylar's clock without touching it.
She feels
numb again
better because of it, and so she can get by from day to day. She even feels bold enough that when she walks by Sylar's table on the way to her usual one with Mark and Angela, she can stop and say hello, tray balanced on her arms.
"Hi," she says, shyly.