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After archery class -- or, as Bay suspected she'd fondly think of it, 'ogling the teacher's arms 101' -- Bay went back to her room to sketch in peace. (Or ... relative peace, considering the fact she kept singing under her breath and snatches of song were drifting in from the halls.)

She'd barely outlined the self-portrait she was working on before her phone rang with a call from Kathryn Kennish. She picked it up with some annoyance. "'H'lo?"

Her expression sobered quickly at what her mother told her. Her father was in the hospital after a heart attack. Regina had found him and he was doing better than expected, but he'd been asking for Bay. Could she come home for a few days?

Of course she could.

As she packed, she realized she was singing. This time, she didn't hold it in.

So tired, tired of this drama
No more, no more
I wanna be free
I'm so tired, so tired...

[OOC: Based on canon events. Cracked door, open post.]

Date: 2013-07-12 09:17 pm (UTC)
arsenicmauls: (neg: arms crossed)
From: [personal profile] arsenicmauls
Gert stopped in the hallway when she heard Bay singing. The song didn't seem uncomfortably revealing or anything, so she paused by the doorway for long enough to say, "You too, huh?"

Date: 2013-07-13 01:16 am (UTC)
arsenicmauls: (conv: fake confidence does it show? (pb))
From: [personal profile] arsenicmauls
"As Fandom plagues go," Gert granted, stepping forward and eyeing the suitcase. With a nod toward it, she remarked, "Not that bad, though."

"Been dealt a lot worse
Panicked here and there
I'm trying to move past it
And I'm trying not to care"

Well. There was that.

Date: 2013-07-13 01:34 am (UTC)
arsenicmauls: (neu: worried about someone (pb))
From: [personal profile] arsenicmauls
That seemed like a pretty clear invitation to sit down, yeah, so Gert did just that, claiming a spot on what seemed like the cleanest part of Topher's bed with clear worry etched on her face.

"You know I've convinced myself
What I lost meant fuck-all to me
But that was me, that was me
You're just as tough
Could deal with it too
But pain seems harder when it's all on you

For someone who pretended to be fine with exposing all her secrets, Gert still felt pretty uncomfortable admitting that. Especially since her singing voice wasn't great.

"I'm sorry," she said, when she felt like she could open her mouth without more lyrics coming out. "Sick how?"

Date: 2013-07-13 01:56 am (UTC)
arsenicmauls: (neu: common room comfy)
From: [personal profile] arsenicmauls
"Probably stress, I guess," Gert said. There was no denying that John was high-strung, and he had a lot on his plate anyway. "It's good you're going back; you can wrangle him onto a couch and make him stay there."

Date: 2013-07-13 02:20 am (UTC)
arsenicmauls: (neu: sitting)
From: [personal profile] arsenicmauls
"Yeah, yeah, go," Gert said. "Send him my regards. And if you need--"

Oh, wait, looked like she was going to sing again. She cut herself off, making a face in the split second before she burst into song.

"Now I'm not one for lullabies
Or bullshit sweet assuring
That everything will be all right
But if it's not, you have my word
I'll be right here, I'll help you to endure it

She cut herself off, scowling. "That wasn't what I was going to say."

Date: 2013-07-13 02:45 am (UTC)
arsenicmauls: (with nico: heroing)
From: [personal profile] arsenicmauls
"I don't know, but it's kind of liberating," Gert remarked. "If I have to be stuck singing, at least it's appropriately grouchy."

Though her commitment to the 'grouchy' thing was questionable, since she was reaching out to squeeze Bay's hand now, just for a second.

"Anyway. You should get out of here and go see him. Want me to walk you to your portal?"
Edited Date: 2013-07-13 02:46 am (UTC)


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