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dazlious2012-01-18 05:22 am
phantastus) wrote in dazlious2012-01-18 05:22 am
You love fluff. Don't even lie. You do.
(you know you want it)
Source of the photo is here!
You know those days when the school is stressing you out or work is wearing you down and it seems like nothing will drag you out of your gloom, and then suddenly you and your friends find yourselves leaning all over each other laughing like dweebs at something really stupid and for some reason that just makes everything seem a little better?
Fluff is fun and you know it.
So grab a buddy, make like a marshmallow, and FLUFF.
INSTRUCTIONS:
‧ Post with whatever character you want
‧ Responders roll (random.org is good for this!) for scenario + type of contact (if desired) and get to threading!
‧ ???
‧ Profit!!
SCENARIO
1) SLUMBER PARTY!! You know what? Fuck that paper you have to write. Fuck responsibilities. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. Maybe your friend called you up to drag you out of the monotony for a night, or maybe you're the one throwing in the towel and kidnapping a buddy to have some fun-- but either way, you're gonna order a pizza, break out the ice cream, and spend the night playing video games and watching movies with your bro! ... Or maybe you're gonna paint each other's nails and talk about crushes. Whatever keeps your mind off the work you have to get back to later.
2) Sick Day. One of you is under the weather and at home wrapped in blankets for some reason or another, be it a nasty flu bug or some sort of injury. Good thing someone's around to bring you tea and soup and patch you up... or stand over you intimidatingly to make sure you sit still and keep that thermometer in your mouth.
3) Cheer up! It's been a dirty, rotten, no good, really bad day. Maybe it's a bunch of nasty little things all adding up to a big dark stormcloud over one of your heads, or maybe something straight-up awful knocked the wind out of their sails and left them on their knees. Either way, one of you is here to cheer the other up.
4) Got your back, bro. Maybe they're not just sad because of something beyond their control-- maybe there's been some bullying going on, or a big fight coming up. Either way you want to let them know you're gonna be right behind them, ready to hand out some righteous ass-whuppins on their behalf. Maybe that's what you've already done! True friendship, people. True friendship.
5) FOOD. Are you two being saccharinely sweet and sharing a dessert? Or maybe you guys got stuck in the kitchen making a last-minute meal for guests or a party. Either way, cooperation is the key. Otherwise one of you might get stuck having to explain the presence of half-cooked pancakes stuck to the ceiling, or how the other person managed to get a spoonful of ice cream stuck up their nose.
6) Sorry... So, uh, yeah. There was a fight. Doesn't matter what it was about... it wasn't worth losing a friend over. So one of you's decided to man (or woman) up and apologize. And hope to dear god that they've had enough time to cool off.
7) Sun's out! Let's go exploring! It is a sublimely perfect blue-skied day, and the whole world is out there. Drag your friend out on a picnic-hike in the hills, or take to the streets and see what kinds of wonders you can find hiding in between the sidewalk cracks.
8) Rain, rain, go away... It's pouring cats and dogs out. Maybe you guys hastily ducked into a building for shelter or maybe you've been holed up all day, slowly going stir-crazy with cabin fever... Time for blanket forts, board games, and maybe bothering the hell out of anyone who's too much of a sourpuss to be entertaining. ... Or cuddles. Cuddles are good, too.
9) CONFESSION TIME. You've got a secret, and it's a secret that you've been longing to express to this person. Are you in love? Do you have a dark past or inner fear that you're a little scared they'll judge you for? Or are you the one who accidentally spilled the punch bowl all over their carpet at a party ages ago and were too embarrassed to say anything before now?
10) Don't hate-- appreciate! Yeah, so this person means a LOT to you. By hook or by crook, today you're going to show them just how much you appreciate them. How are you gonna do this? ... Well, that's up to you!
Physical Contact:
1) Hugging. Whether it's a gentle slip-your-arms-around embrace or an all-out bear hug, almost everybody loves to be held sometimes. Share a quiet moment together or greet your pal by knocking the wind out of them with a rib-crusher.
2) Kissing. GIVE YOUR AUNTIE SOME SUGAH. Or maybe they're your significant other. I don't know. Whether it's romantic and tender or playful and silly, let's see some smoochin' up in here.
3) Holding hands. You don't always have to say anything to let somebody know you're there for them-- sometimes just taking their hand says more than enough.
4) Carrying. Time to give your shorter buddy a boost to get somewhere high-- or maybe they're slowing you down in an urgent situation and it's time to piggy-back them out of danger. Or maybe you just feel like carrying someone around. Look at them, using their legs to get places! How silly. You just wanna scoop 'em up and tote them around.
5) Massaging. Holy crud, you're sore in places you didn't even know you had. Good thing you've got some outside help on loosening those muscles, because you'd probably make it worse if you tried it yourself. Or maybe you're the one giving someone a nice back/shoulder/neck/foot/belly/nose??? rub at the end of a long day.
6) Tickling. Maybe your friend hasn't been smiling too much lately and could use some encouragement-- or maybe they've been bugging you and it's time to teach them a playful lesson. Just watch out for retaliation!
7) Cuddling. No better cure for loneliness or nightmares (or maybe just being a little cold) than curling up with somebody under a blanket! Maybe you're flopped on the couch or maybe you're in bed, but either way, snuggling up to whoever's next to you seems like a good idea right now.
8) Wild Card! Mix and match, or make something up!
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[But it's still better than the almost-panic that had gone from the ever-present white noise in her head to roar from her mouth, just to get Heather to SEE... but then she says she does, already. At least some.]
[And it's oddly calming even if it's impossible, because no one knows about BOB.]
[She wants to allow herself to feel soothed by Heather's certainty, but she doesn't. Not yet. But she does nod, and she says a small "Yes", because yeah, she heard.]
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[Heather isn't honestly EXPECTING Laura to be soothed or comforted-- she just wants to get her foot in the door. To show that she knows what she's talking about... at least somewhat.]
[So when Laura calms, Heather sort of nods back in that 'yeah okay we're cool, we're on the same page' way.]
Okay. Good.
... Now I don't... I don't know what's happened to you.
But I just... I'm here, okay?
I can help.
I can help, and he can't destroy me.
Nothing can.
[... All right, well that claim is a BIT presumptuous... but she feels like she deserves to be confident. She's been through too much not to be.]
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[And that's something.]
[But it still doesn't mean that she can help. Laura's too far gone. It's what she thinks herself, how she talks about herself, and at this point, she's just waiting to finally die and be rid of the entire thing that is her life.]
[And words from someone she only met a few DAYS ago aren't going to shake that.]
[She swallows and looks away again, because she doesn't know what else to do.]
[...after a while, there's a murmur.]
I hate him.
[And there's no way it isn't true, because despite being kind of broken there's a LOT of venom in it.]
[And it's a good sign, which Heather probably recognises. It means Laura's maybe-kind of-hopefully willing to spill at least something, even if she's not being terribly cooperative.]
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[She's not sure WHY she wants to stick her neck out for this girl. Because... well, yeah. Met her a few days ago. But there's a strange sense of kinship and her heart can't help but go out for her.]
[No one had helped Alessa. Not until it was practically too late. Maybe she could help this turn out differently.
except whoops she doesn't have any idea it IS practically too late lolololo]... Me too. N'I'm pretty sure I don't know him as well as you.
[At least not in that form... In any case, it's a sort of unspoken prompt to speak more. She doesn't necessarily EXPECT more... but she's listening if more is coming.]
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[But for the record, she really doesn't know him. He knows her a lot more than she knows him.]
[Except ... except the part where he's her dad. And she thought she knew him. But apparently she doesn't.]
[And that makes her pull in an unsteady breath because she still hasn't dared think too closely about that. She's ... she's not entirely SURE. But what's there, she really can't deny.]
[But THAT, she doesn't want to talk about. It's easier to think of them as separate. She loves her dad. At least as much as she can. But the least she would feel for BOB is love.]
[She kind of ... WOULD want to talk about it, actually. Just because she hasn't been able to, before. But she has no idea where to start or what to say and she still thinks BOB could kill Heather if she said too much.]
[She already has a suspicion about who killed Teresa, after all...]
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[Heather lifts one foot onto her seat so that she can rest her chin on her knee as she watches.]
... I understand if you don't wanna say anything.
But if you want to... I mean, I already know a little. Like I said.
The stuff he does. ... The stuff he says.
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[Then she speaks up in a way that makes her sound incredibly unsure.]
[But beneath the initial tone there's something like a sad plea.]
What do you know?
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... Well.
[Might as well start with what Cooper himself had told her. The cut and dry.]
He... hurts kids. ... Molests them. Kills them. Uses other people to do it.
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[She still doesn't want to touch the idea that it's her dad BOB is using. But ... it looks like Heather DOES know. And that means she's already in danger. It creates a bit of a dilemma, but ultimately Laura decides she still doesn't feel ready to admit to what's been happening.]
[The thought of it all makes it a little harder for her to breathe and right now, she's just sitting there feeling a weird kind of pressure all over. Like being in water, maybe.]
[No one had ever BELIEVED her. Here was one that would, so why was it so hard to just ... give into that and try to trust a little?]
[Unless it was some sort of elaborate joke, of course.]
... but if he didn't hurt you, then ... HOW do you know all that? BOB doesn't ... he wouldn't TELL you.
[Oh, the sadtimes...]
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He'd been investigating... that.
When he found out I'd seen him, he told me.
[It's probably for the best that Heather doesn't know that Laura herself is the victim that got Cooper on the case.]
[Otherwise even she would have a hard time staying hopeful.]
... I know he can get into your head. Say things that nobody should know. Like he's known you forever.
Scare you to death.
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[She remains quiet for a while, though, mood darkening again when Heather describes what it is he does. Because she knows them so intimately. And yet:]
... he's worse than that.
[Quietly. And because this is the part where she often feels ashamed, she's looking out the window again. She really wishes she had a cigarette on her.]
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[Fear like that didn't flood in for no reason.]
[But she doesn't know specifically...]
... Do you wanna... tell me?
[She keeps her voice quiet and open. 'Want' was a bad word to use, but...]
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[She does, she doesn't. There's pros and cons for each option which is why she's seriously considering them both, staying quiet as she does. It takes her a while, long enough to think maybe she's not going to say anything at all, but in the end the need for some comfort and reassurance wins out.]
[Heather is okay. And Heather knows, at least some, and she believes it, so she doesn't have to hide.]
[But that doesn't stop Laura from choking up a little when she opens her mouth. She'd only ever told Harold before. But that had been different.]
[So, well ... she visibly steels herself, and then just says it. Despite how emotional she feels, her voice is kept kinda blank. She's not sure how Heather will react, after all.]
He climbs into my window at night. [Pause.] To ... have me.
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[But she swallows. Because the last thing she can do right now is show fear.]
[She has to be strong. FOR Laura.]
[So she bites back the fear and focuses on the anger.]
That piece of shit.
[It might seem sort of inappropriate to respond with a simple insult, but there's a spitting hiss in her voice that adequately displays the violent emotion behind the relatively tame words.]
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[Anger, she can deal with. She's got plenty of that herself. She shrinks back against the wall, looking remarkably small against the wood, and hugs herself in another rare show of admitted vulnerability.]
... I call him that a lot too. [There's a bit of bitter humour in that, but it disappears in the small noise she makes before she carries on.]
He says I'm an experiment.
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[She manages a grim smile at Laura's reply-- the girl's got some fight in her, that's for sure. Better than the alternative. As far as Heather's concerned, there's hope for anyone who hasn't given up entirely...]
[But at the same time, there's still that sick chill running up and down her spine as she remembers what BOB had said to her in that diner. I will HAVE you.]
[The next words jerk her out of her anxious thoughts, though, and she furrows her brow as she looks at the other girl, sitting there against the wall.]
... An ... experiment?
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Yeah, but ... I don't know. You can't trust him. You can't trust anything he says. Okay? But he ... he wrote in my diary and I think he just ... wanted to see what he could to do me.
So he did everything he could.
[Voice breaking at the end there, she looks to her hands, turns them over where they're held near her knees.]
He told me about fire ...
[And with a murmur and a completely different tone of voice, she repeats that last word to herself.]
Fire ...
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[When Laura mumbles the word, Heather watches solemnly.]
... Fire, walk with me.
That's what he says, right?
[A brief pause.]
... He told me I had fire in my hands.
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[...and fire ... in her hands? There's both fear and sympathy for the other girl there, and so she returns Heather's gesture from several minutes before and takes one of her hands. It's not gentle, not really, but it's the kind of grip that lets you know you're being held onto.]
He's a liar.
[Which she says fiercely, but with an odd distant tone. Probably because she's almost always believed his lies, so it's a dull statement to her own ears.]
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... Yeah... yeah, he is.
... But that... that was something that was true. I think.
[A pause.]
... It was the fact that he knew that was...
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[She's very serious and earnest when she speaks again though.]
Heather ... promise you'll be careful.
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[It's the same answer she gave Cooper... and she does mean it. This is something bigger than most things, and... well, she sure doesn't intend to blow it off.]
I've survived this long.
[And then her tone darkens a little bit.]
... Like I said... there's nothing he can do to me that I can't weather.
[Haven't already weathered...]
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[Obviously, really, since she has no clue what Heather's been through. But she doesn't ask, instead leans against briefly the other teenager briefly, gaze drifting out the window.]
[When she straightens up she finally answers. Voice weary.]
... you sound pretty sure, you know. I think that's good.
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... Yeah, well... [A quiet chuckle.]
I try to be.
Helps, y'know?
[There's a pause.]
... I'd ... if you'd like, I'd...
... We could stick together?
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[And, in a way, right now, she'd probably reject it anyway. She doesn't have any friends here and she knows she needs them. She wouldn't have been able to hold out half as long if she hadn't had Donna or Ronnie or Bobby to lean on every once in a while.]
[And Heather knows now. Knew things even before she told her. That's a pretty big deal.]
... yeah, I'd ... if you're sure.
[She even smiles, just a little.]
Thanks.
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