Doctor Llamabean
*winks at Markus*
EUSTASS FINNEGAN
SCENE:
Welcome to Rosengarten Conservatory
LOCATION:
The Ferry
PARTICIPANTS:
11th and 12th Year Students
WELCOME HOME
Eustass had never been on a boat, nor had he been in water beyond a tub deep. No pools. No jacuzzis. But he wasn’t afraid of the deep as he found himself staring into it, pondering past his distorted reflection through the ripples left behind by the girl who’d taken an abrupt dive.
Would he jump in as she had? No. Bitch is fuckin’ stupid.
Guess not. Though, he did wonder…
After a moment’s passing, Eustass moved away from the dock’s edge, where the toes of his shoes had been idly suspended over the water, and boarded the ferry, finding a lone spot to sit comfortably where his back was guarded and he could look out at the others. Legs parted, hands in his lap, palms up—that’s the way it was, the way it had been for years for fear of activating his potential, which Eustass was thoroughly convinced had a mind of its own.
Every now and then, when his hands became too relaxed, he would splay them just to be safe.
He was careful never to draw too near to another, and checked himself on all sides every few paces. No one would touch him. He had to be sure, and he was. He wouldn’t let them and, yes, he had a mind that any who came close enough would be compelled to do so out of that sickening appetite for companionship.
The proof laid just up ahead in the form of three ponytails. They didn’t know each other—Eustass was sure of it—and yet they walked shoulder to shoulder as if either one of them wouldn’t turn on the other at the smallest test of faith.
Eustass would, he thought, letting his imagination show him what he’d do if given the opportunity.
He saw himself rubbing their faces, which he’d yet seen, in a bloody puddle of consequence for showing him the slightest ounce of trust. Yes, he had that sort of ego…
A smile cracked his face just then, but it was gone as quickly as it came when: “Greetings, Rambutan Boy!” A teal-haired girl broke past his vigilance and got too close. All that was heard from Eustass was a sharp, raspy inhale as he fell on his ass and scrambled backwards. Fear lit through him to feel his hands in the dirt—No, no, no! But the girl went on about her destiny and his frightening countenance, a word what’s definition was lost on Eustass beyond the startle’s mist obscuring his comprehension of the moment.
By the time he’d gotten to his feet again—blades of grass fell from his palms—the girl was gone, and Eustass recalled nothing she’d said.
Ahh, that was supposed to be that opportunity he’d been thinking about—the girl who trusted to get near him; the one who trusts a stray dog not to bite. What was he going to rub their faces in again?
The thump, thump, thumping of his heart drowned out all other noise, as if it’d been swapped with his brain, but Eustass managed, after several seconds of hesitation, a tentative step forward. He proceeded toward the boat, slowly at first, and with the look of a lost puppy. That look, however, returned to his earlier-worn menace as he progressed, only this time it was accompanied by incoherent threats under his breath.
Shortly after the ferry was off, the furrow of Eustass’ brow deepened.
He looked around for the source of a sudden music playing and spotted a bowl-cut blond strumming a guitar. A pleasant tune, one had to admit, but Eustass wouldn’t.
Lifting those dirt-smudged hands that he’d tried with little effort to clean, he pressed the butt of his palms against his ears, fanning out his fingers to prevent them touching the sides of his head, and glared at the musician. The thoughts that crossed his mind were, once again, of a violent nature, but Eustass was still too shaken by his earlier unwelcoming encounter with the green-haired girl to indulge in them, lest he find another surprise behind the next blink.
Speaking of… Eustass’ eyes wandered before he knew it. Being the first of the students to approach him, he wanted to keep a watch on her. Another part of him wanted revenge, to humiliate her as she'd done him.
Would he jump in as she had? No. Bitch is fuckin’ stupid.
Guess not. Though, he did wonder…
After a moment’s passing, Eustass moved away from the dock’s edge, where the toes of his shoes had been idly suspended over the water, and boarded the ferry, finding a lone spot to sit comfortably where his back was guarded and he could look out at the others. Legs parted, hands in his lap, palms up—that’s the way it was, the way it had been for years for fear of activating his potential, which Eustass was thoroughly convinced had a mind of its own.
Every now and then, when his hands became too relaxed, he would splay them just to be safe.
A FEW MOMENTS EARLIER
He was careful never to draw too near to another, and checked himself on all sides every few paces. No one would touch him. He had to be sure, and he was. He wouldn’t let them and, yes, he had a mind that any who came close enough would be compelled to do so out of that sickening appetite for companionship.
The proof laid just up ahead in the form of three ponytails. They didn’t know each other—Eustass was sure of it—and yet they walked shoulder to shoulder as if either one of them wouldn’t turn on the other at the smallest test of faith.
Eustass would, he thought, letting his imagination show him what he’d do if given the opportunity.
He saw himself rubbing their faces, which he’d yet seen, in a bloody puddle of consequence for showing him the slightest ounce of trust. Yes, he had that sort of ego…
A smile cracked his face just then, but it was gone as quickly as it came when: “Greetings, Rambutan Boy!” A teal-haired girl broke past his vigilance and got too close. All that was heard from Eustass was a sharp, raspy inhale as he fell on his ass and scrambled backwards. Fear lit through him to feel his hands in the dirt—No, no, no! But the girl went on about her destiny and his frightening countenance, a word what’s definition was lost on Eustass beyond the startle’s mist obscuring his comprehension of the moment.
By the time he’d gotten to his feet again—blades of grass fell from his palms—the girl was gone, and Eustass recalled nothing she’d said.
Ahh, that was supposed to be that opportunity he’d been thinking about—the girl who trusted to get near him; the one who trusts a stray dog not to bite. What was he going to rub their faces in again?
The thump, thump, thumping of his heart drowned out all other noise, as if it’d been swapped with his brain, but Eustass managed, after several seconds of hesitation, a tentative step forward. He proceeded toward the boat, slowly at first, and with the look of a lost puppy. That look, however, returned to his earlier-worn menace as he progressed, only this time it was accompanied by incoherent threats under his breath.
BACK TO THE PRESENT
Shortly after the ferry was off, the furrow of Eustass’ brow deepened.
He looked around for the source of a sudden music playing and spotted a bowl-cut blond strumming a guitar. A pleasant tune, one had to admit, but Eustass wouldn’t.
Lifting those dirt-smudged hands that he’d tried with little effort to clean, he pressed the butt of his palms against his ears, fanning out his fingers to prevent them touching the sides of his head, and glared at the musician. The thoughts that crossed his mind were, once again, of a violent nature, but Eustass was still too shaken by his earlier unwelcoming encounter with the green-haired girl to indulge in them, lest he find another surprise behind the next blink.
Speaking of… Eustass’ eyes wandered before he knew it. Being the first of the students to approach him, he wanted to keep a watch on her. Another part of him wanted revenge, to humiliate her as she'd done him.
(Interacting w/ No one in particular)
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(Mentioned Shion, Dexy, Qui, León, Kiyumi, Jason)
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