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Post by Penelope Lea on Sept 24, 2011 17:40:49 GMT -5
Penelope dropped Mr. Fork as she began to insanely chew the food in her mouth. The longer she chewed, the longer she could avoid the question. It was impolite to converse with your mouthful, Penelope at least knew that much regarding table etiquette. Penelope didn't know how she felt regarding Prysm Ray's feelings, and she was afraid to allow herself to even ponder the idea of the possibility. Why did she have to be so forward? Why couldn't Prysm just trot along the bush, why did she have to be so direct? Continuing to chew, the contents in her mouth now barely resembling the texture of solid food, Penelope tried to avoid eye-contact with her date. They weren't even friends! At least, Penelope didn't think they were. They may have shared music tastes, but their diets were completely different, and not to mention, Penelope almost broke Prysm's back not too long ago. How could this have happened? Penelope was certain her actions couldn't lead to someone falling for her, because lets face it, Penelope wasn't exactly an enjoyable personality to be around. Yet, yet, here Prysm Ray was, her sworn enemy, feeling herself attracted to the constantly inflated balloon that was Penelope's ego. She needed a plan. With silence enveloping the table, Penelope couldn't avoid the wanting look of Prysm Ray forever. She assumed it was "wanting," she couldn't bring herself to actually confirm it. Her jaw telling her to swallow her food already, her stomach continuously getting disappointed over the lack of the food's texture that would reach it. Penelope needed to do something fast, something quick, something to push the vibrantly red "eject" button from this descending fighter jet of love. It was than that she noticed their waitress coming to their table with a series of refills. Finally, the opening she needed! The food in her mouth now just flavored saliva, Penelope gulped it down and quickly brought her glass of water to her lips. She had barely touched it, and needed to down it to guarantee her refill. Glug. Glug. Glug.
Penelope's teeth ached over the still ice-cold water as she forced herself to fight through the pain. Her sensitive teeth were the reason she couldn't fully enjoy the charms of ice cream as she watched through her tipped glass the emerging waitress. Alize wasn't the quickest of the troop, her steps seemingly getting slower and slower the closer she got towards their table. Throwing her glass down on the table, Penelope could no longer withstand the pain as her teeth screamed bloody murder as Penelope could feel the cold liquid roll down her throat into her stomach. Prysm was still waiting, the impatience of anticipation evident on her face as Penelope allowed herself to look at her straight in the eye for the first time. She couldn't keep her waiting forever. "I...I..."
"Here are your refills ladies." YES! Being handed her glass, Penelope quickly putting on her acting skills as she began to fumble the glass between her hands. Putting on a worried look, Penelope "accidentally" dumped the water onto her dress as she immediately stood up, her chair falling backward behind her. Psuedo-anger expressed upon her face, Penelope held up an all-knowing index finger as she scolded the innocent waitress. "YOU CALL THIS SERVICE?! LOOK WHAT YOU DID! I SWEAR. THIS IS THE WORST ESTABLISHMENT I'VE EVER BEEN TOO! Now...excuse me. I gotta go clean this up!" Turning her back towards the scene, Penelope secretly smiled as she began to head towards the women's restroom.
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Post by Prysm Ray on Sept 24, 2011 23:50:18 GMT -5
Hearing Penelope start to speak with the repeated I's, Prysm's heart skipped a beat. What was she going to say? Was she going to prove the voice in her head wrong? Or was the voice correct in her assumptions, and that Penelope felt nothing? Then that's when it happened. That DAMNED WAITRESS. She was now Prysm's arch-nemesis, who must have come here to ruin her night.
Come on Penny... TELL THE TRUTH.
Then, Penelope fumbeled with the glass. Prysm wanted to go all spiderman on that glass and dive over the table and catch it before it spilled... but she wasn't spiderman, or have any superpowers for that matter. So the drink then spilled on Penelope's dress, which then caused her to yell and storm towards the restrooms. Penelope was already far away before Prysm even registered what had happened.
See what I mean? She had to avoid your question... there's no way that was just happenstance. She was looking for a way out, and that was the only way she could find. Face it, Dash. It's just like the Gilda situation... she's toying with your emotions.
Prysm couldn't believe that voice. No... this was nothing LIKE that situation. Penelope wasn't like Gilda... not even close. Gilda was brash, egotistical, laughed at others misfortune, and lied straight to Prysm's face on numerous occasions...
RIIIIIIGGGGHHHHTTTTTTT, nothing alike. Nope... completely different. You're sure right, Penny is nothing like Gilda... Not at all, nope. Total opposite ends of the spectrum...
ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?! The only difference Gilda has with Penelope is that Gilda isn't almost considered Jailbait. Get it through that thick head of yours Dash. You're a magnet for women who can play you like a fiddle, and you fall for it. Every.
Single.
Time.
Gilda, that name sent numerous memories into her head. Gilda Proud, a friend of hers from when she was younger. The two had spent so much time together, and had gotten into so much trouble together. They were the best of friends, until they grew up. As Prysm got older she had realized that she was attracted to women as well as men. With Gilda being one of her closest friends, she was the first that Prysm had come out to.
But it didn't turn out like Prysm had imagined it. Gilda seemed to embrace the fact that Prysm was bi, and eventually led Prysm on to believing that Gilda had feelings for her. Lowering her head and resting her forehead in the palms of her hands, now that her elbows were now almost cemented onto the table. Right now, she didn't care that putting your elbows on a table was rude or whatnot. She just couldn't stop thinking about Gilda now, and now she pretty much changed her life.
After Gilda had realized that Prysm was happy about her pretending to have feelings, she had used that to her devious advantage. One day, Gilda was a little short on cash... so she managed to trick Prysm into robbing a house, by telling her that a random person's house was her own. The plan was almost ingenious, if Gilda had done her research and found out that somebody was actually in the house at that moment.
Shaking her head, Prysm tried to get the thoughts that later insued out of her head. As an awfully too familiar voice chimed in.
Well hey there Prysm Gay, how's it hanging?
Sighing, Prysm knew she had to stop hearing these damn voices. They were driving her crazy. There was no way that the evil woman could possibly be here... the one who had almost ruined her life.
Don't tell me you're just going to ignore me now. After all of the ~fun~ we had?
Not having a choice, Prysm raises her head up... and to her horror the woman was actually standing in front of her. [/color]
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Post by Penelope Lea on Sept 25, 2011 4:21:07 GMT -5
A rush of anxiety overcame Penelope Lea as she steadily followed designated arrows to the women's restroom. A damp dress was the least of her worries as she forcefully swung open the door, her shoes now echoing with every step as made her way to the giant mirror cascading seven sinks. It was just water, her dress wouldn't suffer any permanent damage, but the expression on Penelope's face would have made people think otherwise. She wasn't angry, but she was trying to convince her reflection that she was, which was stupid, but why did Prysm Ray have to be so forward? It was like she DVR'd a television show and was just fast-forwarding to all the juicy parts, not just through the commercials. Clenching a fist, Penelope knuckled the counter as she continued to give herself evil glares. How could someone be so true to how they felt? How could someone be so honest about their feelings? How could someone be like Prysm Ray? Penelope Lea wasn't Prysm Ray. She may have barked orders, she may have expressed herself in her music, but she couldn't express private feelings, she couldn't sit at a table and declare her love for someone, that's ridiculous. Pursing her lips a dead white, Penelope forced them together until it physically hurt her. They were the cause of this entire mess, they deserved to be punished. If Prysm Ray hadn't kissed her lips, creating (and stealing) a precious first memory for Penelope Lea, then she wouldn't have felt such mixed emotions regarding her. She had never found women sexually attractive, never. Penelope never considered it a viable option. Grade school functions, such as school dances, and formals, always coupled men and women, not men with men, or women with women. Penelope never wondered which girl in her class was going to ask her out, Penelope never pondered which girl in her class would confess their love for her. It was all boys! Boys, boys, boys! So why was Prysm Ray breaking that reality? How was she? Looking at her reflection, noticing the care her supposed subconscious assembled, Penelope was dressed to impress. As if she wanted to Prysm Ray to find her attractive. But she didn't! She didn't want Prysm Ray to grow attached to her. Yet, yet, Penelope seemed to embrace her childish stature, and wrapped itself a dress made to enhance it. From her glittering fingernails, to the teal shooting stars that formulated when aligned together, the image Penelope portrayed was different from which she wanted, and she couldn't explain it. It drove her crazy. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" [/center] Wishing she had a chair to slouch in, and hide herself from reality, Penelope backed away from the mirror and leaned against a bathroom stall door, which allowed herself to see her entire reflection. The water's expression coincidentally shaped a dripping heart as Penelope closed her eyes and shook her head. Why was the universe playing these games with her? Penelope had everyone reason in the world to hate Prysm, yet for someone reason she couldn't. She couldn't even mildly dislike her, as much as she wanted herself too, she couldn't alleviate her admiration for her. It's like wanting to hate the opening theme to Duck Tales, it's not going to happen. Prysm Ray was honest. Prysm Ray wasn't afraid to let something be known to the world. Prysm Ray didn't worry about potential consequences of her actions, she was impulsive. "Why am I not even envious of that?" [/center] Nose tingling, eyes feeling warm, Penelope began to feel the hints of waterworks as her mixed emotions became overwhelming. However, before a single whimper could escape her scorned lips, someone else wailed for her. What? Wiping away the pre-tears forming around the rim of her eyes, Penelope turned her back to the mirror as her bathroom stall door became a whirlwind of emotion. Anguish echoed throughout the entire restroom as the wailing grew louder and louder. Penelope thought she was the only woman in the bathroom, and she could only imagine what the people outside were thinking if they could hear it. Growing louder, and louder, the cries were beginning to reach glass-shattering level as Penelope channeled her inner Prysm Ray and swung the stall door open. "Sookie?" [/center] Cuddled on top of the toilet seat, hugging her knees with a mess of crumpled toilet paper barricading around her, was Strawberry Sookie, bass guitarist for the Xombie Skull Kickers. She was dressed complete in a waitress outfit, her bleeding mascara ironically running down her cheeks as she frowned and looked skyward at a standing Penelope Lea. Sniffling, the swinging door surprised her, forcing her to stop crying. "H-h-h-hi Penelope."
Scrambling to compose herself, Sookie reached for the ring of toilet paper and wrapped another strand around her hand. Loudly and disturbingly cleansing herself of a running nose, Sookie proceeded to crumple it and toss onto the bathroom floor, adding to her growing fort of depression. "S-s-s-sorry. I heard someone come into the room and immediately went silent. But, but, but...I couldn't hold it in any longer. Your voice, it was so merciless, Penelope! I never heard anyone be so angry at themselves before, I began to feel envious. I wish I could get angry at myself, but all I ever see if how worthless of a person I am. Why was I ever put onto this earth? I'm just a nuisance to everyone. People don't even notice me when we're on stage. Look at me! I'm just a lowly waitress, and no one ever tips me! NO....ON....E." [/size][/color] Voice cracking, Sookie descended into another sea of sobs as Penelope backed away and just shut the door. Strawberry Sookie wasn't a personality she could soothe, that was Sasha's job. Pulling herself together, Penelope took a deep breath and hurried outside before Sookie's wailing could be linked to her. She had to tell Prysm that her feelings were one-sided, and that she didn't feel the same for her, it was the only logical direction this relationship should go. Penelope couldn't allow herself to cannonball into a loving relationship with Prysm Ray, that would be wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
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Post by Prysm Ray on Sept 26, 2011 16:48:45 GMT -5
Prysm just kept staring at the woman in horror. Why was she here? Out of all the places in the world? This woman... this woman had tried to ruin her life. Prysm had tried her best to get Gilda out of her life, but no matter how hard she tried... she just kept coming back. It was almost like Gilda was trying to make Prysm miserable.
Miserable?! Gilda is the bomb... you do remember that she's the main reason why ~I'm~ like this? Without Gilda here, you'd be a goody two-shoes through and through. Nobody wants that.
Oh Prysm remembered... that voice inside her head was how Prysm used to be all the time. She was a mean and nasty girl, who would do anything to get her way. After the small bit of "Mental Health Evaluation" and help, Prysm was able to control that side of her. Shaking her head, Prysm was hesitant... almost in denial that this was even possible right now.
No... you're not here right now. You can't be.
Oh but she is here, Dash. She is! Isn't it marvelous?! We get to see GILDA again!
Why can't I be, hmm? You know as well as I do, that I can do what I want...
Gilda's tone changed dramatically as she said the next part, from a near taunting level to an almost seductive tone. The change was so dramatic that it set Prysm aback.
Whenever, I want.
Ooooooh, yeesss please.
Gulping, Prysm stared at the woman completely ignoring that voice. She didn't want to have to deal with this. Let alone right now! She was trying to have a FUN night for once in her dear life. But no... the one time where it feels like it might happen, Gilda decided to rear her head. NO. Prysm wasn't about to let HER of all people to ruin this night. She would be fine if Penelope had done something to this evening... but NOT GILDA.
Pfft, right. What are you going to do? Throw glitter on her? You. Can't. Do. Anything.
The look of horror drained from Prysm's face, in it's place was a now determined gaze. She was putting her foot down. No more was she going to let this woman haunt her.
Gilda, you need to leave me alone. For Good, okay? No more coming to find me, no more calling me randomly. I don't want ANYTHING to do with you, EVER again. Sure... it was fun while it lasted. But that part of my life is over. Do you understand that? I'm not like that anymore, I'm turning over a new leaf. I'll be DAMNED if you're on that leaf, you heartless skank.
Prysm took a deep breath. She never went on rants like that, ever. That fact surprised both the voice inside of her and Gilda as she could see the woman in front of her startled. The voice inside of her head was likely to be the first to recover from the shock, that Prysm seemed to have grown a pair and a backbone and stood up for herself. But she knew that Gilda wouldn't be far behind the voice.
Well go you... as much as I hate the fact that you did it, good job.
I'm going to go to the bathroom and freshen up... when I get back I sure hope you've come to your sense. But we're not done here Dash. Not by a long shot.
Gilda then stormed off towards the same direction that Penelope had went. Seeing her disappear around a corner, Prysm sighed. The sigh was weighted with relief that Gilda was gone and that Prysm had finally gotta that large weight off of her shoulders. Taking a minute to recollect in her own thoughts, she smiled. She wasn't hearing the constant chatter of that annoying ass voice. Looking up at seeing the waitress come around, she asked.
Could I get a check please? Quickly, if you could.
The waitress then nodded and walked away. Leaving Prysm alone again, which then put her thoughts back on Penelope and the event that had happened prior to Gilda showing up. She could only hope that Penelope was okay. [/color]
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Post by Penelope Lea on Sept 26, 2011 19:36:08 GMT -5
Penelope could feel the heated stares of the people around her as she walked out of the restroom, her eyes still baring the red evidence of her almost-episode. They couldn't have assumed she was the one crying, could they? A wet dress wasn't anything to shed tears over! However, Sookie's wailing wasn't reaching the level it was previously, even with trying focusing her attention on it, Penelope could barely hear any evidence of Sookie's constant sobbing. Sighing, she gave up any hope of trying to convince herself this was some type of fashion runway as she could feel the shame of the people sneakily eying her as she made her way back to her table. "Really? You were crying over that? It's just water." A voice boomed proudly as Penelope was just a row away from her table. Towering her, Gilda was almost an entire person taller than Penelope as she shook her head disapprovingly, hands resting on her curvaceous hips. Penelope might as well be a pre-pubescent child compared to the figure of Prysm's arch-rival as silver hair seemed to compliment her authority over Penelope. Dressed elegantly, her jet-black dress just enhancing her features, Penelope began to feel unworthy as Gilda walked closer towards her. "I've been watching you this entire evening, from the moment you stepped through those doors with Dash. At first, I grew excited, because it's not everyday you see an old friend. Believe me, we go way back. But the more I watched, the more I took note of the you two acted with one another, the more I grew disappointed, almost angry, really." Dash? Penelope didn't know anyone named "Dash," nor had she ever seen this woman before. The last thing she needed was for some random person to criticize her actions when she was already criticizing herself. Rolling her eyes, Penelope attempted to get away from her, but a Gilda was quick to grab her shoulders, forcing her to stand still. Leaning in to whisper in Penelope's ear, Gilda turned on her seductive tone. "Don't you dear roll your eyes at me, especially when I'm not done speaking with you...Penny was it? Yes, I could tell from your tension, you don't like that do you? Well, that doesn't matter to me, because I honestly don't give two shits about how you feel. What matters to me is Dash, and whatever you did to tame her. The Prysm I knew was rash, authoritative, fearless. The Prysm I witnessed and talked to this evening was anything but the one I knew, and quite honestly, I believe this is all your doing. So, I'm going to fix whatever voodoo you did to her, and save her, wiping you out out of the equation." Forcing Gilda's hands off, Penelope pushed her away, feeling slightly enraged. What kind of person was this woman to just throw themselves on someone? She had made the connection that Dash referred to Prysm Ray, and she couldn't believe the words coming out of the woman's mouth. Calling her "Penny," and blaming her for Prysm's sudden change of character, which Penelope honestly didn't understand. Prysm was absolutely rash, if anything this evening proved that substantially! Clenching her fists, Penelope felt herself ready to scream murder at this woman. "FIRST OF ALL MY NAME IS--" [/center] [/b]
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Post by Prysm Ray on Sept 27, 2011 22:20:08 GMT -5
The waitress had arrived with the check not long after Gilda left the table. Prysm then took the correct amount of cash out of her pocketbook and placed it inside the given folder. She had then glanced around and noticed that everybody in the restaurant was looking in a certain direction. Her curiosity having gotten the best of her as usual, she turned and looked. The scene she had seen absolutely infuriated her. Gilda, harassing, HER PENELOPE?!
Oh hells no.
Getting up and storming over towards the two, Prysm only heard what Penelope was in the process of saying and interjected with.
HER NAME IS PENELOPE and we would appreciate it, if you would leave us ALONE.
Upon hearing "Dash's" voice and her explicit use of we and us, Gilda turned around. Her gaze one of pure anger as she turned her aggression towards Prysm instead of Penelope.
"Us"?! Are you serious right now Dash?! YOU AND HER? UGGGH. You're like polar opposites, and she looks like she's TWELVE! WHAT DO YOU EVEN SEE IN HER?!
Whatever she did to you... we can fix it! We can get the good ol' rebellious Dash back! Then we can go have some REAL fun out in Vegas, like old times sake. Drop this, LOSER and come hang with me again.
Gritting her teeth, Prysm knew that the voice in her head would have been yelling at her to go with Gilda... but it was oddly silent right now for some reason. Smirking slightly, she said in response.
I really don't think you get it Gilda, I really don't. I'm HAPPY now, Penelope didn't do anything to me besides make me realize just how happy I can be. I'm happy with her, even when she's kicking my ass. Hell, and I don't even know if she loves me back. But... I'll be DAMNED if you touch her again, let alone get near her. Is that a clear enough answer on if I wanted to "hang"?
Growling, Gilda looked like she was about to hit something out of anger. Not only had she spent all of that time finding Prysm, but now this?! Gilda was bubbling over with rage as she struggled to find any words to say right now.
Wha.... YOU... HER...WHAT?!
Growling in anger, Gilda seemed to come to a realization as she let out a weird laugh. The switch of personalities was swift and unexpected.
You used to be cool Dash... You've changed. Maybe I'll come and find you once you've stopped being a loser.
With that, Gilda stormed out of the restaurant. Who knows where she was going, but Prysm couldn't care less at all. The only thought on her mind was Penelope, who seemed to look baffled. Dropping the angry act, a shy smile crossed Prysm's face as she took a step closer to Penelope and asked softly.
Are you okay Penny? [/color]
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Post by Penelope Lea on Sept 28, 2011 4:33:16 GMT -5
Hell, I don't even know if she loves me back. Hell, I don't know if she loves me back. Hell, I don't know if she loves me back. I don't know if she loves me back. I don't know if she loves me back. If she loves me back. Loves me back. Loves... me... back. Penelope didn't know if she was okay, in fact the question flew completely over her head as just a fraction of the last 30 seconds were constantly repeating themselves inside it. The word "like" could have relative to anything. For instance, Penelope "liked" kicking people in head, she"liked" real diary, and she "liked" when electronics had red lights when turned off. Earlier this evening, Prysm claimed she "liked" Penelope, in quotations. Why quotations? Because, quite frankly, it looked to be a lie. Prysm more that just liked Penelope. Prysm was seemingly head-over-heels for her, and even if it was in the heat of the moment, the word "love" escaped her muffin-tainted lips with proud sincerity. A truth that Penelope never witnessed in the entirety of her life. Granted, it was barely eighteen years, but it wasn't sisterly love, it wasn't motherly love, it wasn't "Oh, I love that movie" love, it was love in bold red lettering. From the moment she walked out of the women's restroom, to the second a giant silver-haired woman decided to meddle within her personal affairs, Penelope was convinced that Prysm was just interested in her. Interested in the way Penelope composed herself on television, interested in the way she acted when nervous, and interested in her musical and paper-folding talents. So invested into how interesting Penelope was that Prysm had convinced herself that she admired Penelope, that she even "liked" her. All Penelope had to do was make herself uninteresting, making herself undesirable. Breaking a possible relationship before the "what ifs" could even begin to cement themselves in her mind. To "like" someone was innocent, it's okay to find yourself "disliking" a movie you once liked years after the initial viewing. Did Penelope "like" Prysm? Well, she admired her courage. Admired it enough to want to argue with Gilda Proud regarding it, but did Penelope Lea love Prysm Ray? A confused expression overcame Penelope's face as she turned her attention away from the situation and walked back to their table. Somehow, the looks of the people around them didn't seem to matter to her anymore as she scooped up her purse, forgetting to take it with her to the restroom upon the "accident." She didn't know how she felt anymore. It was okay to make someone dislike you, even hate you. That was her job, her occupation. It wasn't okay to destroy someone's genuine love. She barely knew Prysm Ray, she didn't fully comprehend her way of thinking, or how that thinking influenced her actions. They had known each other for the same period of time, but Prysm's feelings for Penelope blossomed into something that Penelope's didn't. She was convinced that she hated Prysm. Prysm wrecked her glorious post-championship celebration, kicking her square on the cheek after begging to be part of the show. Prysm stole a memory, her first kiss. The championship that Penelope used to define herself was taken away from her by SCW's rainbow-haired heroine. This date was the result of Penelope's overrated self-confidence. She had the perfect recipe, all the right ingredients to forever have Prysm Ray at the top of her growing hit list, but for some reason Penelope was finding herself turning her pencil around and erasing her name from it. Her American Feast wasn't finished, the dancing bacon bits no longer alluring as Penelope tried to figure out what to do next. No one had ever confessed their love for her before. Another memory stolen by Prysm Ray. Looking at date, who was still a few feet away, Penelope pursed her lips and shook her head. She wasn't disappointed, she smiled while doing so as she sighed and walked back towards her. She was stuck. Prysm loved her, and Penelope was afraid to even entertain the idea of loving her back. A box of tabooed Cheez-Its she dare not to open plagued her mind as she reached a waiting Prysm. "I don't want to be a small copper coin. It's bigger than a dime, but I would like to think I'm worth more than a cent. Excuse my ego." Penelope put on a condescending tone while she walked towards the exit, as if she wasn't thankful that Prysm Ray seemingly saved her from a giant silver-haired woman.
"SO, is this over now? A date is just dinner, and nothing else, right? Because I don't remember agreeing to do something fun. "
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Post by Prysm Ray on Sept 28, 2011 23:05:44 GMT -5
Standing absolutely still, Prysm soaks in Penelope's words and tone of voice. Her snapping at calling her Penny... and then just how definite she sounded when asking if the date was over. That she hadn't signed up for anything fun. Nothing fun? So this date wasn't fun for her at all, and Prysm took that question and how she asked as the pure answer to the question. The answer to the question that she had asked prior to the water incident... it was evident to Prysm now that Penelope had no feelings for her what so ever.
Ever dropped a drinking glass, or a glass plate or bowl? How the glass seemingly shattered into large shards, and some microscopic. The shards flying everywhere, near impossible to find them all again afterwards for any attempt at repair? That's how Prysm's heart felt right about now. Like her heart was made of porcelain or glass, a seemingly solid substance that when mistreated is absolutely useless.
Prysm had had an entire night planned out for them, even had a great little mini-golf place that was rather secluded scoped out. It would have been perfect, help Penelope with her swing maybe if she wasn't a pro at it already... maybe share a few laughs. Would have been the perfect addition to the dinner, if it had went smoothly. But now? That was the farthest thought from her mind. Her face showing a partially shocked and depressed face. Trying to muster up something to say to her right now, or even to mask her emotions somehow. But she was struggling with either right now.
Her mind wanted to race, to think about what she could do or what she could say to somehow salvage this evening. Somehow it wanted to channel her inner MacGyver and create a solution out of seemingly nothing. But her mind was turning and processing thoughts slower than molasses in winter. She was still just stuck on the fact that Penelope... the woman that she had tried to hard to court. The woman whom she tried to make her feelings as clear as possible with. The woman who she still wanted even after a seemingly merciless attack. The woman that didn't want her back.
A part of her wanted to cry, wanted to just sit down and sob. A part of her wanted to interrogate Penelope, and make her explain WHY. But, Prysm could do either of those. They just weren't, her. She couldn't run away, and she couldn't stand and be strong. Fight or Flight... those were her only options it seemed. She was taught that those were the two core reactions of human thought.
No, she had to choose something that was her. She had to be LOYAL to herself. That was what was important when everything else faded away. Loyalty was what she was, that was what caused her inner harmony. She needed to be true to herself, and others around her. There was no acting, or charading to do, she just needed to be herself. With this realization, she knew exactly how to react. Not everything in this world was a shade of black of white. In the gray zone, saying with a dull tone to inadvertently reinforce her slightly depressed expression she finally replies.
Yeah, I guess we're done Penelope.
Usually this would be the time in the show where the inner voice in her head would chime in with a witty, snide or aggravated comment. But it was pure silence in her head. Walking over to the table, with her pocketbook already slung over her shoulder. Not touching the payment, she reaches down towards the center of the table and grabbed the napkin swan--Napkina, and held it gently in her hand. She was making sure not to damage it as they walked out of the restaurant, Penelope taking the lead. Penelope really didn't seem to be hiding the fact that she wanted this to be over.
Walking out into the cold night, Prysm could see that her car had already been brought back around. The man handing her the keys, as she nodded at him. Knowing that he probably took the tip that she had left on the center console for him. Walking over to the passenger's side door, she of course opened the door for Penelope, who didn't quite seem to be in a good mood now. The thought that Penelope might be acting again didn't even cross her mind as she walked over to the driver's side. Not wasting any time as she pulled the car out of the restaurant's drive-around.
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Post by Penelope Lea on Sept 29, 2011 5:03:10 GMT -5
Prysm's vehicle had a glorious memory, having the uncanny ability to remember what its stereo was doing prior to being turned off. Penelope, who was still new the idea, was pleasantly surprised over hearing her singing voice thumping throughout the car again as Prysm drove her way back to the Sin City Wrestling living quarters. Strumming the beat on her knees, lip-syncing to her own lyrics, Penelope wasn't necessarily playing the role of someone who absolutely despised the evening as she passed a glance towards Prysm mid-lyric. She didn't look happy, and Penelope didn't seem to notice moments earlier when she was invited back into the car by her. Penelope had seen this expression on faces before, be it romantic motion pictures, or Sasha's sudden realization that she strayed away from her vegan diet upon accident twelve weeks ago. Totally wasn't Penelope's fault, vegan chocolate and milk chocolate look almost the same when browie'd. It was an expression of absolute dread, like if someone came into your room uninvited, to find you wearing a Jeff Hardy t-shirt in secret, only much, much worse. Could it have been the mystery woman? Penelope couldn't remember her name off the top of her head, that entire argument was just a blur of love[/color] to her as she tried to remember if Prysm had this expression prior to the woman steaming off. Her tone of voice necessarily wasn't inviting afterward, and she did seem to walk with slight hunched slouch on their way towards the car. Who knows what war of words happened between them while Penelope was enamored by a single phrase within it. Could it have been Penelope? No. No, no, no, it couldn't have been Penelope, Prysm didn't seem like the type to linger over a coupled set of phrases. She was more motivated by actions than single sentences, at least, that's what Penelope assumed. Their...gulp, kiss was set off by Penelope's gaze in her eyes when using Prysm's as a reflective source. Which was stupid! Idiotic! Which sane person does that?! But, nevertheless, Penelope was certain that it was her actions that allowed Prysm to share such feelings for her. Penelope understood that her personality was off-putting, it was often a compliant confirmed by her mother on why her high school life wasn't a string of drama-influencing boyfriends for four years. Maybe it was Penelope... no it was the mystery woman. They shared history supposedly, and like the romantic movies she's watched, people with bad history brought out the worst between both parties. Consoling wasn't Penelope's strength, she never really felt a reason to console another person before. How do you do that? Lip-syncing your own songs probably wasn't the best method. Strumming her knees nervously for one last beat, she turned down the stereo and let out her best "consoling" sigh, should such a thing exist. Silence now separated the duo as Penelope tried to channel her inner good-person. "Look. (Gulps) You shouldn't let that girl-no, you probably want me to curse, right? YEAH! Cursing lets out anger, cements your hatred-you shouldn't let that bitch be a negative influence on your emotions. God, it feels kind of empowering to say that word. But yeah. She was crazy! She thought you and I were some kind of item, that I was a negative part of your life. As if I'm part of your life or something..." Penelope didn't know where she was going with this. What do people say to make them happy? "So, uh...hakuna matata?"No, that's lions![/center]
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Post by Prysm Ray on Sept 29, 2011 23:25:32 GMT -5
"As if I'm part of your life or something..." Rang through Prysm's head with a force that almost rivaled what had happened just a few minutes ago in the restaurant. She wondered why Penelope felt the need to specify that, even though Prysm had made it CRYSTAL clear, just how much she felt for Penelope. Was that supposed to make her feel better? Was it supposed to negate the feelings, with one final swift blow? Or was it simply just a foot-in-mouth moment for the Eighteen year old as she struggled to think of something to say. Wondering exactly WHAT that just was Prysm's foot rested heavily on the gas pedal as she mindlessly drove through the Vegas streets. They were going to make it back much quicker than the initial ride took.
"As if I'm part of your life or something..." still weighed on her. Prysm wanted to confess that Penelope was one of the few things that was driving her on anymore. Sure she was a champion, but what good is that? Oooh, a shiny metal belt. It didn't mean anything to Prysm... but Penelope was a completely different story. But she couldn't just tell her that, since it was obvious that Penelope didn't feel even close to the same. "As if I'm part of your life or something." As it rang through her head again, Penelope said something else...
Hakuna... Matata? The hell is wrong with this girl?
Ah, there's the constant chiming that we all know and love. But it kind of surprised Prysm. Not the voice, she was always expecting the voice. The voice wasn't some sort of Spanish Inquisition now. But what she said... she was trying to comfort her? To make her feel better? To make her forget all of her worries?
Hah, as if THAT would ever happen. You're about as riddled with worries as a wrestling federation is littered with cliches. And that's saying something.
The odd part was... was that it actually did make Prysm feel a little bit better*face palm*. Lion King was her crutch when she was little, she loved it all. From the drama, to the fun factor, all the way down to the budding relationship between Nala and Simba. It was by far her favorite movie of all time, even to this day. Nothing can beat it... and Penelope saying that, it calmed her slightly. Brought her back to older times, before life was so complicated. A slight smile crossed Prysm's face as the song forced it's way into her head and started playing.
It wasn't long after that, that she was pulling into the SCW Tower parking garage, kind of surprised with how fast that the drive was. She must have been hauling ass in comparison to earlier. Driving through the parking lot, she found the parking space that she had left. It seemed like an eternity ago.. or weeks for that matter, but in reality wasn't long at all. Putting the car in park, and shutting it off, Prysm took a soft breath to reflect on what had happened. As she did that she said simply.
What a wonderful phrase.
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Post by Penelope Lea on Sept 30, 2011 14:46:34 GMT -5
It was over, and Penelope wasn't really feeling that assumed magic she was going to feel after a first date. Despite her efforts, and their literal roller coaster drive home, Prysm still looked to be bothered by the mysterious woman's actions, her face wanting to reach for a quick dose of anti-depression pills as Penelope reached for the inside door handle of the car. It didn't feel right, something was terribly wrong with the atmosphere as Penelope now cupped the handle between the palm of her hand and fingers. In her mind, she could see Prysm banging her head against the steering while while Penelope's back was turned, heading towards her apartment. At the start of the evening, sure, Penelope wouldn't have minded that mental image, but just the expression on Prysm's face began to make her feel regretful for feeling such a hateful notion in the first place. Prysm Ray did love[/s] like her, and although Penelope refused to allow herself to feel the same, she was now beginning to feel obligated to remedy the situation. Maybe she was wrong, perhaps Prysm really did linger upon every spoken word Penelope said. If that were the case, than the latter half the evening, along with Gilda's actions, must have really put Prysm's emotions into an absolute swan-dive. Letting her hand slide away from the handle, her glittering hands rearing themselves known underneath the otherwise dim parking lot lighting, Penelope cleared her throat. She only really knew how to do one thing when the situation called for it, and she was hopeful that it would work. "Hakuna Matata, ain't no passing craze~!" [/center] Allowing her voice to linger upon the last note, Penelope gave a nudge towards Prysm Ray to follow her lead. She was going to sing, and singing always brought the world together. Always. Strumming her knees, like she was earlier in the evening, she began to play the beat of the song in the otherwise silent car. "It means no worries, for the rest of your days! It's a problem free, philosophy, hakuna matata!" Changing her tone of voice to that of a very young woman, Penelope mentally cringed how easy it was for her to do that. But she had to role-play the role of Simba to give Prysm Ray the opening to sing alongside her. Hopefully she had seen the Lion King at least three times during her lifetime, or else this would have been a failure of an effort. "Hakuna Matata?" Closing her eyes, she waited eagerly for a response from Prysm Ray. She may have been down in the dumps, but this date couldn't end on a negative note.
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Post by Prysm Ray on Sept 30, 2011 19:15:37 GMT -5
What? Really? She's SINGING?! She IS twelve, isn't she? God damn it Prysm, you're goin' to jail. That's just dirty, especially with all those thoughts rolling around in this head of yours.
Ignoring that voice as always, she gulped hearing Penelope start singing. She loved her voice, there was a reason why the Xombie Skull Kicker had yet to exit her car stereo since she got it. There was just something about it that Prysm adored. It sounded, almost innocent. Even when her subject matter wasn't, Penelope's voice just seemed so... bright amongst the dark band. Plus with how much Prysm loved Lion King when she was little, she was fighting the urge to sing alongside Penelope.
You better not sing Dash. I swear to god, if you pull some High School Musical or Glee shit right now... I'm going to wonder if we're even the same person. Get her out of the car, RIGHT NOW. She's hypnotizing you, with her evilness!
Yeah. It's our motto!
Oh Jesus... REALLY?! COME ON. Yes, I get it. We ~Loooooved~ that movie when we were little. It was our bread and butter, but come on! We're an ADULT. Do you understand that?! We're not supposed to sing the lyrics to the Lion King... we're not supposed to watch My Little Pony cartoons, and we're NOT SUPPOSED TO DATE GIRLS THIS JUVENILE.
What's a motto?
The inner voice inside Prysm was crying out, lashing back. Wanting this to end. It fed off of Prysm's self doubt, and her negative emotions, and the Lion King filled Prysm with anything but that. She used to watch it when she was ostracized during her childhood for being "weird". It still gave her an odd confidence that usually didn't happen. Plus with Penelope playing along, and seemingly loving this it just added even more to Prysm as her confidence grew.
Nothing. What's a-motto with you?
Taking a breath, obviously skipping the part of the song that she wasn't such a fan of. Pumba was great and all... but, that pig couldn't sing. Prysm repeated the main part of the song.
Hakuna Matata! What a wonderful phrase Hakuna Matata! Ain't no passing craze
Prysm took another breath, she was hardly a professional singer. Her voice wasn't terrible, but it could definitely use some vocal lessons to make it really pleasing. Smiling, she waited for a response hoping that Penelope didn't mind her skipping that portion of the song.
It means no worries for the rest of your days
Smiling brightly upon hearing that, she knew what part was up next. She wasn't sure it was going to go. But she wasn't afraid, she was only excited as both ladies, started to sing. Obviously both loved this song passionately enough.
It's our problem-free philosophy Hakuna Matata! Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata! Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata! Hakuna Matata! Hakuna matata! Hakuna Matata! Hakuna mata--
But the dual singing was halted, abruptly... but by what?
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Post by Penelope Lea on Oct 1, 2011 3:01:32 GMT -5
Penelope was gleaming, she took a risk, a complete risk, and it paid off! She wasn't the girl at the city fair passing out "Smile Jesus loves you" pamphlets making an uncomfortable situation, instead she was the one passing out fluffy pink cotton candy, making everyone feel better. Better! Evidence of Prysm's sudden state of depression was fading away as they continued to sing along together, each lyric bursting out with more joy than the last. Relief sprinkled around Penelope as they found themselves further and further into the song, she didn't even mind that they skipped Pumba's part, despite being one of her favorite parts of the song; mostly for the scene within the movie itself. She always found the animals running away from Pumba hilarious, but...no one really wants to be Pumba for that part, not even Pumba. Penelope's sense of relief was mystifying to her, she had convinced herself that it wasn't her fault Prysm's emotions had hit rock bottom, but her subconscious was telling her otherwise. However, she didn't let her constantly running mind deter her singing, still bellowing out each synchronized lyric with a smile on her face. Could it have really been something she did? Something she said? Maybe even something she didn't say? Penelope had looked for instant "eject" button the moment Prysm asked a difficult question, only the question shouldn't have been. It was a simple "yes" or "no" question that Penelope had to complicate. Did she share feelings for Prysm? It wasn't really a "No," but it wasn't really a "Yes" either, it was a continuous state of limbo, and that made Penelope feel even worse. But why? Why? Why? "It's our problem-free, philosophy, Hakuna Matata!" Their song was about to start it's own continuous state of limbo, as the phrase could have been repeated for an eternity. Who would stop singing first? Would they just stay in Prysm's car until they passed out? Would they wake up in the morning, cuddled in the backseat? No, no, no, that's ridiculous. "Hakuna matata! Hakuna matata!" Penelope couldn't imagine herself waking up in the morning with Prysm Ray beside her. Despite her subconscious desperately wanting too, she wouldn't allow herself too. It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. It was just a kiss. "Hakuna matata! Hakuna matata!" But it was her first kiss. It was the first time someone other than Sasha defended her in an argument. It was the first time someone confessed their love for her. Penelope couldn't just ignore that. She wasn't a cold person, as much as people might have assumed, Penelope didn't have a cold, emotionless heart. She was passionate! The ending of "Signs" always made her want to cry, even when she always remembers the "twist" ending. "Hakuna matata! Hakuna matata!" It means no worries, for the rest of your days. To sing a song, and to be worried about yourself was dumb! Stupid! Maybe even idiotic! Maybe. Why was she so concerned about her public image? It wasn't like she was anyone important, she was just an eighteen year old girl who happened to have a significant string of luck as of late. Penelope should have felt lucky for being signed to Sin City Wrestling. Penelope should have felt lucky for having held the Sin City Wrestling Hellcats Championship. Penelope should have felt grateful to find someone who cared deeply for her within just a matter of weeks. It shouldn't matter who that person was, or what that person looked like, she should have felt grateful, not toy with their feelings. "Hakuna matata!" [/color] The song began to feel empowering. Why did Penelope care so much about trivial matters? She was ruthless for treating Prysm Ray the way she had. Penelope should have been honest, she should have been pure, she shouldn't have been sitting on Prysm like a mule, dangling a carrot on a stick in front of her. That was horrid and awful. Looking in Prysm's direction, her face nothing but smiles, Penelope began to tap her foot on the floor mat, beginning to feel excited. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so honest as she allowed herself to admire Prysm Ray for the first time in her life. Prysm wasn't afraid of anything, she spoke her mind, she allowed herself to admit to things other people were afraid too, she was the genuine definition of a rebel. "Hakuna mat--" [/color] Penelope's urges took the best of her as she unbuckled her seat belt and magically found herself on Prysm's lap. The space was minimal as Penelope made car honk loudly, echoing throughout the lot as Penelope and Prysm's lips met for the second time. She couldn't tell if it was the car freshener, or the taste of Prysm's lips, but despite the fact that Prysm had something gross for her dinner, Penelope could still taste the hint of blueberry muffins reach the tip of her tongue. The feeling felt so familiar to Penelope as the kiss lasted longer than their fist, soaking in every second that she didn't allow herself to feel the first time. Then, it hit her. What was she doing? Why was she doing this? What's happening?! Realization settling in, Penelope opened her eyes abruptly, scrambling for the driver's side door handle as she lunged the door open, rolling herself off of Prysm and onto the parking lot pavement. Penelope's face a completely new shade of red, she couldn't bring herself to look at Prysm Ray again as she jumped back onto her feet and bolted for the elevator. "What am I doing? What am I doing? What am I doing?!"
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Post by Prysm Ray on Oct 2, 2011 1:25:24 GMT -5
Prysm was caught off guard. She was singing, she wasn't expecting anything out of the ordinary. She was just expecting to continue on with the song, and eventually finish it. That being the cap to the night the two shared, possibly even the last night that they shared. As much as that idea bothered Prysm, she wasn't given long to think it. As she was midword, she was heavily shocked by Penelope hopping over to the driver's side of the car. Not even given time to think, protest or even question it.
It just happened. Their lips interlocked for a few glorious seconds. Prysm didn't know what was going on, but she damn sure wasn't complaining. The soft, glossy lips of Penelope pressed tightly against her own. It felt... right. There were hundreds of words to describe just how this felt for Prysm, but the one that stood out the most was right. She couldn't think of anything else she had ever felt, feeling this right. The first kiss that she had stolen from Penelope had felt amazing, but there wasn't any conveyed feelings in that brief glimpse. Much unlike the kiss at hand, there was actual feeling behind it. A truth that Penelope couldn't seem to express in words, a truth that Penelope had eluded to not being present.
But as quickly as the kiss had begun, it was ended. Prysm pretty much frozen in place as Penelope opened the door and jumped out of the car. Seemingly running from Prysm, running from the situation, maybe even running from her own emotions. Prysm wasn't even sure how to act, she hadn't even fully registered what had just happened. Did Penelope, the woman who had seemingly had zero interest in Prysm just kiss her? Did Penelope, physically expressed that there was some sort of feeling for the rainbow haired hellcat?
As much as I hate to warn you about this... She's getting away.
The voice, was a voice of reason almost. Snapping out of her heavenly daze, Prysm looked up to see Penelope entering the elevator in a hurry. It seemed that the elevator was almost waiting for Penelope. She needed to do something, and quick. Moving to get out, she realized that she was still buckled in, cursing under her breath she struggled with the seat belt. Finally getting it off, she only managed to take a step out of the car, her voice straining to try and reach all the way to the elevator as she yelled.
PENELOPE, WAIT!
But it was too late, the elevator door had closed as soon as she finished the last of her desperate cry, bringing Penelope upwards. Almost every ounce of her body wanted to go chase after her, wanted to get to the bottom of this. She wanted to know if it was real, if her hopes had come to fruition. But she knew that she couldn't, she needed to give Penelope some space. She needed to give her time to think, to come to her senses. If coming to her senses meant realizing that the kiss was a mistakes? So be it, but she couldn't push the envelope anymore for now.
With a sigh, she ducked her head back into the car. She then pulled out her pocketbook, and napkina... she was going to cherish this for as long as she could. Cupping the napkin origami swan in the palm of her hand, she shut the car door behind her and went calmly towards one of the elevators. Not worrying about what outcome Penelope might come to, because Prysm would be okay with whatever she settled upon.
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Post by Penelope Lea on Oct 3, 2011 5:00:42 GMT -5
Penelope practically threw herself into the elevator, her back colliding with the furthest wall as she leaned all her body weight against it. Forcefully closing her eyes, she couldn't bare to look at her own reflection from three consecutive angles, she didn't want to look at the mystery woman who just did the unthinkable, she didn't want connect herself to that person. Penelope Lea wasn't a person who acted upon primitive impulses; she wasn't a person who risked her public image, even in an essentially private situation! The woman in Penelope's reflection wasn't Penelope Lea, she was an entirely different entity, a representation of forbidden lusts and desires. Eyes still shut, Penelope began to drag herself to the elevator's control panel, feeling herself through the elevator with an outstretched hand. She didn't care what floor she went too, she just needed to escape from the situation, escape from mysterious woman presumably staring at her from all imaginable directions, judging her. Feeling her index finger land upon the control panel, she quickly pressed a random button, feeling the warmth of the now-glowing surface caress her otherwise cold appendage. The remnants of Prysm's voice echoed into the elevator just before the door closed, forcing Penelope to open her eyes. The structure of the parking lot in conjunction to the elevators locations made it sound like Prysm was literally in the elevator with her, causing her to instantly panic. Breathing heavily, trying to settle down her heart beat, Penelope was only met with the confused expression of her reflection as she slid down onto the floor, feeling the elevator finally elevate her from the dreaded parking lot. Penelope looked like a mess, her previously perfectly done hair was in shambles, and she wasn't even sure if it was because of her scene with Prysm, or her rolling out of it. Her tiara was just as mysteriously absent, Penelope not having the mind to even want to backtrack to determine its whereabouts. The water stain on her dress was hardly noticeable, but the frame of the ironic heart was still present as Penelope buried herself into her knees, kicking the floor wildly like a stubborn child. "You're horrible, you're horrible, you're horrible." Why did this have to happen? Why couldn't Penelope just win that match? It would have been over! Prysm Ray would have been out of her life forever! Well, perhaps not forever, but they would just pass evil glances at one another in the arena hallways, a completely platonic relationship between sworn enemies. But now? Now they weren't going to replace those evil glances with uncomfortable expressions. Neither woman wanting to bring up what just happened in fear of what could. Penelope was certainly going to try her best to avoid Prysm at all costs, ALL COSTS. She was unpredictable when around her, there was no telling what this mysterious person in the reflection would do when given the opportunity! Feeling the elevator reach it's destination, Penelope quickly pulled herself off the floor, and kept her posture near the exit, eyes closed once more. The aroma of the new floor would tell her when to exit, and then she would just take the stairs to her apartment's, avoiding any chances of even looking at herself. "Idiot."
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