ext_185890 ([identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhighdorms2006-09-03 10:58 pm
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Roof, Sunday Night

Pip was up on the roof plunking on his guitar, staring up into the stars.

Jesus. Poor Marie. And to think he started this day planning on soaking everyone.

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[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-09-04 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Dressing nicely is a big part of being dashing. You can't be dashing while looking like you just woke up. Or like you just fell out of a laundry basket."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes. But he doesn't dress nicely. He dresses impeccably. There is a difference."
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[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-09-04 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
"That just makes him more dashing. Because he does so without looking like he's trying."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
"Nope. It makes him an impeccably dressed butler. It lacks the necessary style to be dashing."
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[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-09-04 07:59 am (UTC)(link)
"You're so wrong."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 08:02 am (UTC)(link)
Pip grinned. "If that helps you sleep at night, you can believe it. Walter doesn't need to be dashing to be a good catch."
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[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-09-04 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
"No, he doesn't. But he is dashing."

Unfortunately, Nadia's key piece of evidence, the night he pulled her kicking and screaming out of the ocean, wasn't something she was going to bring up.

"Possibly more dashing than you, even."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
"If it helps you sleep at night," Pip responded. "I am secure in my dashingness and feel no particular need to defend it."
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[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-09-04 08:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Riiiiiiight. Well, you and Walter can compare dashing stories at the band's gigs."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
"...Huh?" Pip asked confusedly.
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[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-09-04 08:09 am (UTC)(link)
Nadia blinked. "In the audience? Watching us perform? You know, talking when you're not cheering?"

She had no idea that Pip didn't know.

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
"...What are you talking about Nadia?"
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[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-09-04 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Zero's band. Auditions were on Saturday, remember? They announced the members on the radio. Agnes, Pippi, Chad and me."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 08:15 am (UTC)(link)
Pip's chord suddenly his a sour note. "...Come again?" he said coldly.
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[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-09-04 08:17 am (UTC)(link)
Nadia stepped back one step. "I thought you would know. Didn't they call you?"

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't know, I haven't had a chance to check my messages today," Pip said. "I was out searching for Marie."
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[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-09-04 08:21 am (UTC)(link)
"They called last night. It was on the radio." Nadia wasn't flailing. Yet. But she did feel weird about getting in when Pip didn't, and she'd thought since he was being cool about it, it was okay. . . .

It was seeming not so okay, just now.

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 08:25 am (UTC)(link)
"...That's interesting," Pip said as he started to play again.
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[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-09-04 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
Nadia shut her eyes for a second and cursed mentally. "Pip, I'm sorry you didn't get in, but it wasn't my decision. I don't know why I'm in and you're not when you're the one who taught me and . . ."

Oh, there was the flailing.

"I'm sorry, okay?"

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 08:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Not your fault," Pip said. He was not nearly good enough at deception to keep the disappointment out of his voice.
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[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-09-04 08:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Look, maybe I could. . . ." Could what, quit? She didn't want to do that. At all. Talk to Zero? She was barely even in the band. She definitely didn't have the pull for that. ". . . shut up about it and leave you alone," she finished quietly. "I'll just. . . . go somewhere else."

[identity profile] cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com 2006-09-04 08:39 am (UTC)(link)
"Whatever you think is best," Pip said, continuing to play.
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[personal profile] nadiathesaint 2006-09-04 08:40 am (UTC)(link)
Crapcrapcrapcrapcrap.

Nadia headed over to another part of the roof.

That sucked.
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