fandomhighdorms | The roof, Friday evening

Nadia had had about enough of the snow and was hanging out on the roof instead wearing a cotton poncho from home.

Guess what she was doing. No, seriously, guess.

Here's a hit. She had her guitar. . . .

There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesn't mean
You're not just telling stories

There is fiction in the space between
You and reality
You will do and say anything
To make your everyday life
Seem less mundane
There is fiction in the space between
You and me

There's a science fiction in the space between
You and me
A fabrication of a grand scheme
Where I am the scary monster
I eat the city and as I leave the scene
In my spaceship I am laughing
In your remembrance of your bad dream
There's no one but you standing

Leave the pity and the blame
For the ones who do not speak
You write the words to get respect and compassion
And for posterity
You write the words and make believe
There is truth in the space between

There is fiction in the space between
You and everybody
Give us all what we need
Give us one more sad sordid story
But in the fiction of the space between
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
Sometimes a lie is the best thing

She continued to pluck the rhythm of the song on the guitar as she stared out over the town.

[ooc: open to others fleeing the snow. Hopefully I'll be fleeing work, soon. . . .]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Cally scowled. "I didn't quite get a smile, though."

"Well, I've been through a lot."

Cally decided to do something completely ridiculous to remedy this.

She started unzipping her jumpsuit.

Nadia's eyes widened. "Cally, what are you doing?"

"Just a second," Cally said, standing up and shrugging off the upper half of the jumpsuit and letting it dangle. She had a black tanktop on underneath it.

"I'm doing this," she said. And she quickly lifted the hem of her tanktop to flash her stomach at Nadia, and then put the shirt back in place.

Nadia raised her eyebrows. "You have a nice stomach."

She might be smirking slightly. She was now curious to see just what else Cally would do.

Cally folded her arms. "A smirk? That's all I got for that?" She sighed dramatically. "You're testing to see if I'll go all the way, huh?"

"I'll admit to being curious."

Cally laughed, and then completely flashed Nadia.

She totally wasn't wearing a bra, either.

Nadia blinked, and then laughed. "Okay, that answers that question."

Cally smiled and sat back down. "I guess I'm easy or something."

"At the moment, I'm not going to complain."

"I could arrange for a private viewing," Cally said.

"That's okay. Too much at once would be a shock."

Cally chewed on her bottom lip for a second before nodding. "But hey, I got a laugh, so I totally suceeded. Even if apparently you think my boobs are funny."

"The idea of you flashing me on the roof just to get me to smile is funny."

"So my boobs aren't funny?" Cally was trying to be as irreverent as possible.

"Your boobs are very serious. They are the most serious boobs ever."

"Thank you," Cally said. "Yours are pretty darn serious, too."

"Thank you."

Cally poked Nadia in the arm. "You're not planning on sitting here and moping all night, are you?"

"I do plan to sleep at some point. I have to be the mascot at the basketball game tomorrow, after all."

"Oh," Cally said. "I'll have to go to that, then." She stood up and offered Nadia a hand to help her up. "I think I'm gonna turn in, too. But I ain't leavin' you here by yourself."

Nadia ignored the hand. "I'm fine. I want to practice some more."

Cally withdrew her hand and shoved it into a pocket.

She opened her mouth to say something back, but just closed it instead, then turned to go.

(no subject)

nadiathesaint - 2006-07-29 05:59 (UTC) - Expand

sogothcally.livejournal.com - 2006-07-29 06:02 (UTC) - Expand