Post #2052011 in The Lines Between Black and White, a roleplay on RPG

She smiled at Celandine as she got to her feet. Seemed like she was beginning to feel better now, which was definitely a good thing; the truth was that the strange feeling that had permeated the air before still lingered, but the heaviness was more or less gone. It felt as if things had returned to feeling bearable, normal enough to go about things. While her face was still slightly red from having to deal with Mr. Suave again so soon, Amaryllis knew that she could keep it together now. It might prove to be hard . . . but she’d kept herself together before him already once, so she could certainly manage it again, even if afterward she about lost it. Yeah, the embarrassment from that was not going to be going away anytime soon. Everything would be all right though, she believed that much at least.
“Well . . . I don’t think he’ll be too much trouble, honestly.” Amaryllis spoke, more so thinking aloud than actually talking to Celandine. Retracting her hand back to her own side, she set her hands on her hips while turning to look in the direction of the basement stairs. “No doubt that there are some . . . ‘interesting’ times to be had in the future, him probably being the catalyst for the lot of it all. But, well, whatever. . . .” she sighed, shaking her head.

This weirdness in the air wasn’t really going away, and it still made her skin feel like it wanted to crawl. How was she suppose to explain that? It was a sentiment her own body couldn’t even comprehend; it tried, but it just couldn’t clearly perceive it. The feeling was just something utterly heavy, negative and consuming. Kind of . . . kind of like water actually, the feeling sort of was similar to what it felt like diving fully into a pool of water, and just staying under. It just felt like you were engulfed from all sides and angles by something weighted. Still, the feeling itself, what it held, that was not something she could explain. Odd.

Shrugging, Amaryllis turned on her heel, trying to decide what it was she was going to do now; sure she’d originally intended on greeting the new tenant, but chances were that they were up to their own business by now, and it would just be better to meet the person on their own time rather than disturb them. . . . Ms. Pirate seemed to be pulling herself back together after the shock encounter with Mr. Suave, who could be almost labeled a sexual deviant for evidently hitting on a sixteen-year-old girl. And she herself was starting to get over the emotional ‘trauma’ of earlier events.

So . . . what was there for her to do now? Not . . . much, I’m ahead on my work for school so, that’s not a problem. And it looks like it might be best to just let the new tenants go about their own personal business rather than act the jolly greeter and possibly irk them by going to say hi out of the blue. Amaryllis thought, puffing her cheeks out as she went about her musings, I’m caught up on my roleplaying, and watching or playing anything right now sounds like a bore. . . . There . . . really wasn’t much for her to do now, was there? That was, that was a little unusual. Well, there was something she could do, but that was a something she was more than a little iffy on. But . . . it wasn’t like she’d be doing it because she’d been told to, it was because she was doing it by her own volition.

“I’m an idiot, but what’s been decided . . . has been decided.” She mumbled to herself with an honest sigh, heading over to poke around the kitchen. While the redhead went about this, she opened her mouth up and called back over to Ms. Pirate, “Y’know Ms. Pirate, you can go ahead and go about your day now if you want to, I know that you might still a bit shaken up by Mr. Suave’s weirdness from before, but I think you’re all right to get on with your morning.” As she’d spoken, Amaryllis found herself wrestling with the cookware, yanking on the handle of the frying pan with all her strength, trying to get the thing to budge from underneath everything that Alessa had piled on top of it in her laziness to get her chores done as quick as possible. With a few more tugs and a grunt, the thing finally came loose . . . along with sending Amaryllis stumbling backward, into the island counter behind her. She yelped in shock as the edge of the thing hit the same spot on her lower back that she’d managed to bang up after she’d freaked out after the incident downstairs. Damn it, you try to do a good deed and. . . . she backed away from the thing, rubbing the area while she grumbled about everything, shaking her head.

After all this, the teenager just went ahead on with her plans. Doing her best to avoid anymore mishaps or accidents while she actually bothered to cook the breakfast that been ordered before. She’d refused to make it because it’d been requested with such a snide and arrogant attitude . . . but eh, she was bored now and actually cooking the food was something she was undertaking by her own choice. Of course, cooking something that simple didn’t really take so long, it was just frying eggs, and making toast—with how she cooked, that was something that only took her about five minutes. Maybe I just got off on the wrong foot with him or something . . . just because someone acts one way, that doesn’t actually mean anything. You learned that from past experience after all. she told herself, gathering up all of what was needed for the breakfast. A rather dull look that overtaken Amaryllis’ face before she’d even attempted to gather up the glass and plate before her to take it downstairs.

Honestly, she didn’t really know what to make of the tenant who now resided in the basement, he kind of acted like an arrogant jerk, but then, she really had learned in the past that people were not always as they seemed. Maybe she just needed to give him another chance. . . . As she always tended to do with people. Everyone had good in them somewhere, even if it really was hidden underneath a lot of stuff. Without making a sound, she took hold of the things in front of her and headed for the basement steps, not quite knowing if she was doing the right thing or not.

By some miracle this time, she actually managed to make it down the stairs without about falling flat on her face. Of course, her face turned red as she remembered what happened the last time she’d trekked down those steps. A sigh came from her as she adjusted what she was carrying before knocking on the door in front of her, part of her honestly hoping to high heaven that the basement dweller was still decent . . . however, Amaryllis really didn’t know what she could expect now.

Snippet #2052011

located in Agalia, a part of The Lines Between Black and White, one of the many universes on RPG.

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