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| Topic Started: Nov 6 2014, 10:38 PM (240 Views) | |
| Derrik Chiptree | Nov 6 2014, 10:38 PM Post #1 |
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“Well this frikkin’ sucks.” Derrik watched anxiously as a short girl with wild, blonde hair ransacked his pile of books. After boldly proclaiming she’d study with him to kill some time, Peppa had flipped open the nearest textbook, scanned through the first half of a diagram, and slammed the tome closed, leaping off her perch atop a table and setting her eyes on another neat looking book. Unable to concentrate on what he was doing, Derrik didn’t let the hyper girl leave the corner of his eye for fear she’d burst into flames with all of his stuff. Peppa was probably the polar opposite of the quiet scholar. While the Keliouxian elders who raised them decided they should share a last name, there was no resemblance in them even being considered related. Peppa never sat still, was often bubbly in her decisions, and seemed to be expressive and happy. All. The. Time. Much to the distress of Derrik, who was absolutely none of those things. Preferring to keep to his books, regard only his own authority, and consider every move carefully before acting on it, the two had as much in common as a pineapple does to bluebell cow. Even as he sat patiently guarding over his texts he wondered why he’d let her come on the expedition in the first place. They had only actually been allowed to get to know each other a year and a half ago when they wound up in the same detentional therapy cell. Up to this point she had played no instrumental part in stealing their ship or escaping from their elder, and the prospect of her playing an instrumental part in anything in the near future was highly unlikely. So why did Derrik invite her aboard on his grand escapade to beat the system and explore the galaxy? Was there something that appealed to him about just how drastically she does contrast from himself? Or maybe it’s merely the idea of having a sister. A comrade. A friend. Regardless, somewhere down the line of pulling off the most daring escapade the sheltered boy could imagine, he’d let his logical judgment slip away from him. A decision he regretted as he forced himself to crawl over each line, waiting for his companion to take her energy to a more appropriate setting. Derrik squinted his eyes as they honed in on his text and he pretended to be ignorant of the tazmanian devil trashing his study. He persevered for a few minutes yet, but after reading the same line four times in a row and realizing he had no idea what the last three pages said, the scholar decided it was enough. Derrik sighed, and shifted his attention out the curtained window and into the cold of space. Rubbing his eyes, he sat up from his recline. “Peppa.” Tapping her feet as she flipped through the tattered, arcane pages of an huge antique beast of a book, Peppa ignored her name. Seemingly deliberately. “Peppa!” Like a startled doe, her eyes shot up to meet his as she sat still for what would likely be the first time that day. A goofy smile played across her lips as glitter shone from her startlingly bright gaze. “I said you could come, not that you could act a spaz.” Anger flared in the gentle boy’s voice as he rebuked his counterpart. A mischievous grin spread across the girl’s cheerful face. “I think you need to loosen up a bit,” she declared, slamming the book closed and tossing it carelessly in a pile with a handful of others. An agile grace followed her reckless action as she hopped from her spot on the carpet, bounded over the heinous mess littered across the floor, and hit the stereo on the far wall. With all the swagger of a dancer, and the speed of a photon, Peppa strode across the room. In a quick flash of a hot second, she was back in front of her seated friend grasping his hands in hers. “C’mon!” Just as quickly, Derrik shot to his feet, ears red and temper flaring. “I said NO!” The air shimmered around a quick flick of a hand, while simultaneously the door at the far end of the room flew open like it’d been kicked down in a police raid. Another cast of an arm and a vicious “Get Out!” lifted Peppa into the air and shot her backwards, as if being propelled by a lasso caught around her waist. Just as she was flung from the room, the thick, antique wooden door that had nearly busted a hole in the wall a moment ago slammed once more, this time barring entry. Like a little bomb, the wooden guardian released a shockwave as it sealed, powerful enough to cast the tears from Peppa’s already red cheeks. The girl’s breath stuttered a few times as her forehead pressed against the ancient barrier. She could still make out the soothing vibrations from the music radiating from the stereo. It was playing a slow groove from a time and place long gone to the hand of history. “Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone….” _____________ WC: 862 TWC: 862 |
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| Derrik Chiptree | Nov 6 2014, 11:30 PM Post #2 |
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“Hey… Peppa?” A gentle hand came to rest cautiously on the girl’s shoulder. She seemed to tighten the grip around her knees at the touch. An awkward silence hung in the air for what seemed whole minutes as Derrik’s mind raced a million miles an hour as it scolded him for his wrong doings. “I’m sorry,” he muttered pitifully. A few seconds went by before Peppa’s exposed back began to spasm subtly and a muffled whimper came from somewhere in her protective ball. “Hey,” Derrik took his hand off her arm and slowly lowered himself onto the sterile white sheets beside the girl. For a moment it looked like Peppa would manage to say something as she picked her head up from the mangled, dead pillow tucked under her shoulder. Derrik’s heart sank at the sight of what he’d done to her. Peppa’s cheeks and ears burned a bright red and were swollen like she’d undergone anaphylactic shock, while her lips were dry and cracked. Her whole face was wet with sweat and tears, and marked where the seam of her bedding had been pressed against her. For an instant, Peppa’s mouth opened, but as her gaze met his, water began to pour once more. Frustrated, she slammed her head back into the soggy pillow and screamed. Resisting the urge to flinch, Derrik hesitated before once more attempting to reconcile his sobbing friend. Even after he’d made his initial move to speak, it took a moment before he was able to find words. “Peppa,” he called lamely. He knew nothing he was doing or could do would help, but he couldn’t leave her like this. He moved to touch her hand as it compressed her legs tight enough to cut away circulation. He felt the pitch in his own voice begin to raise and waiver as a pointless ‘Hey’ escaped his lips. Striking like a bolt of lightning, and determined not to let herself be suaded by soft words and passive apologies, Peppa’s hand shot into the air. A stern finger gestured toward the open door while she let loose another scream from her pillow. Taken aback but not deterred, the recluse leaned against the wall running parallel to her bed and took a second to try and come up with a clever way to atone for the way he’d behaved. Just as he’d opened his mouth to try and speak to her again, the girl unfurled herself with a scream. “GET OUT!!!” Ears ringing and effectively terrorized, Derrik hesitated only an instant before awkwardly making his way from the room recoiling from Peppa’s screams as they followed him, assaulting the scholar the whole way. “OUT! OUT! OUT! OUT!” Finally in a safe zone, after having put the safeguard of a skinny steel door between him and his companion, Derrik leaned against a wall to take a reprieve from his encounter. Wiping wet trails from his eyes, Derrik silently berated himself for his weakness and shakily slid to a seat on the rough carpet below. A worried sigh escaped from his jittery hands as he took a moment to calm down and gather himself. It only took a couple of minutes for him to council himself and decide he's ready to move on. With a groan, Derrik eased his way back onto his feet and turned to make his way to the kitchen. Wincing as he finally addressed the rhythmic pounding in his head. Just before he finally turned out of the hallway housing the bedrooms and into the corner kitchen of the ship, a bolt of cold made its way down his spine. The sound of a dragon asserting its dominance emanated from behind the door he'd been lucky enough to escape from. ----------------------- WC: 624 TWC: 1486 |
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