Eileen Harrington
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Post by Eileen Harrington on Jul 13, 2015 23:19:43 GMT
It was lunch time and as per usual, Eileen Harrington of 1-B was in the library as usual. She'd been lacking in sleep lately due to her constant studying and staying up all night to do just that. The girl was practically a robot at times, and she often came off as haughty or snobby because she didn't talk to people all that often. She didn't have time for socialization a lot of the time, because she worked so hard to keep her grades up.
Drumming her fingers on the table top, she glanced around. Most people were socializing and whatnot but the redhead really had no time for it. Schoolwork was far too important. Sighing, Eileen pulled her hair into a half ponytail as it had been down most of the day, and she was getting tired of pushing it out of her face constantly.
"Ugh..." She muttered under her breath. "There's way too much to do..." Pushing her books aside for the time being, Eileen sighed again, gazing out the window she'd sat herself by. It was a decent day, she had to admit that to herself at least but right now? She had work to do and it was slightly getting to her because there was so much to do and it was tiring her out.
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Post by Treasa "Kage" Munro on Jul 14, 2015 0:16:33 GMT
Kage didn't normally spend her lunch in the library. Normall, she'd meet up with some of the drama kids to memorize lines while they ate or discuss cues for the show. She wanted to spend more time with Nanami. As Glinda and Elphaba, they were suppossed to become best friends in the play. She wanted to feel closer to Nanami so the friendship wouldn't seemed to forced....but in her travels to locate her senpai, she'd run into a group of boys who found Kage's foreignness and her strangeness to be funny.
A struggle and a few bruises later and Kage had managed to sneak away. She sat curled up in a back corner of the library. The large easy chair made it simple for her to curl her knees to her chest. She tried to make herself as small as possible as she sat there, breathing heavily, her eyes wide. Her hair was dishevelled and she hadn't even noticed her jacket was torn. The minute one of them had grabbed her, she lost it.
The letter opener was probably still embedded in the floor. She remembered SOMEONE stepping in to help her, but she wasn't sure who it was. She shook like a leaf in a gale as she stared out the window.
Why couldn't they just leave her alone!?
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Eileen Harrington
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Post by Eileen Harrington on Jul 14, 2015 0:27:51 GMT
Noticing a dark-haired girl sitting in the corner of the library, a look of concern crossed Eileen's face. Normally she wouldn't approach anyone but this girl looked like she needed some help. Swallowing, the redhead stood up and pulled her blue blazer on. Quietly she padded over to Kage and knelt in front of the chair and pulled the letter opener from the floor with a little bit of difficulty. "I believe this letter opener is yours?" She queried shyly, her voice soft with a gentle Irish lilt to it.
"Are you okay? You look like you've been through a hard time today." Slowly Eileen stood and and sat on the edge of the chair, holding the bladed object out to Kage. Steeling herself, Eileen carefully reached out with a shaking hand and placed it lightly on the black-haired girl's shoulder. She didn't want to alarm her further but she was worried for a complete stranger. This wasn't like her. But Eileen simply wanted to help, and she hoped she wouldn't be pushed away. If she did, she wouldn't really be surprised, most people thought she was a snob anyways because she never spoke to anyone.
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Post by Treasa "Kage" Munro on Jul 14, 2015 0:41:27 GMT
Kage's eyes lifted to the voice. The letter opener. She gingerly reached out and took it, lifting it to place it into the little make-shift sheath attached to her choker. It fit snuggly beneath the collar of her uniform and out of sight. She stared at the girl, trying to place her. Hadn't she been to the Host Club a few times? Kage couldn't remember. They had so many guests.
"A-aye, I'm fine." No way was she going to tell a complete stranger she'd just been jumped. She wouldn't even tell Duncan, and he was her brother. No. Kage wasn't going to show weakness by ratting out the cause of her torment. Nope. She could handle this. Ignore them and it would go away eventually....right?
"...do I know ye?"
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Eileen Harrington
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Post by Eileen Harrington on Jul 14, 2015 0:55:16 GMT
Eileen shook her head. "You're not fine." She said quietly then blushed a little bit. She had been in the host club once or twice but it had cut into her studying time so she'd stopped going for now. "I'm Eileen Harrington." She replied softly. "I used to come into the host club once in a while but it cut into my studying time so I stopped going." She ducked her head. "You're Treasa Munro, right?" She asked, tilting her head cutely to the left.
"I've never formally met you, but, it's a pleasure..and I'm sorry for asking if you were okay but you looked like you were outright traumatized..." The girl shifted a little bit, looking uncomfortable. "I didn't mean to..to pry or anything.." Good going, you just pried into a possibly private matter that has nothing to do with you... The thought crossed her mind rather loudly and Eileen fidgeted slightly. "I um...I'll leave you be..." She mumbled quietly and got up. She hurried back to the table she'd been sitting at, feeling like an idiot. Treasa didn't know her, so why did Eileen decide to approach her? She couldn't understand what had possessed her to do such a thing.
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Post by Treasa "Kage" Munro on Jul 20, 2015 19:58:45 GMT
Kage was about to snap at the girl, tell her she didn't know what she was talking about, but her face softened. She had no right to. This girl didn't know anything about what had happened and Kage wasn't about to spill the beans. The girl knew who Kage was. That was no surprise. Since her involvement with the Host Club, everyone and their mother seemed to know her name. It made her oddly uncomfortable.
"Aye, but everyone calls me Kage," she explained, "...most people have trouble pronouncin' me name."
Traumatized? Was that how she looked? Probably. She remembered the day she had an attack during rehearsals for Wicked. She remembered the utter surprise on Finn's face. She hadn't meant to scare him like that. "Just...uh..." How could she explain? "...it's nothing."
She shook her head. "Ye donnay have ter go."
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Eileen Harrington
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Post by Eileen Harrington on Jul 20, 2015 20:10:27 GMT
Eileen paused at being told she didn't have to go. Returning to the black-haired girl's side, she sat on the arm of the chair, looking at her. "If it's nothing, why're you so upset?" She asked softly, her sky blue eyes gentle with concern. "No one gets this upset over nothing Kage."
She got a little more comfortable, hoping she could somehow help the girl. "Look, I know we don't know each other at all but, that means I'm a complete neutral party in what you've gone through, and..I want to help. I don't often just approach people like this because I'm socially awkward.." Her voice went quieter as she spoke. "You're probably the only person I've actually approached willingly since I started here...." She looked down biting her lower lip. "If it helps, my name is Eileen."
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Post by Treasa "Kage" Munro on Aug 3, 2015 3:58:24 GMT
Kage raised an eyebrow. Why did this girl want so desperately to know what was going on? It wasn't like it was big deal or anything. "I....I just miss home, is all." She looked away. A bold-faced lie. It was her go to excuse. She wasn't about to tell this girl she barely knew that people were picking on her.
"It hasn't been that long since we left home. I miss me Da and the farm." She shrugged and let her eyes fall to the window beside her. She rested her forhead against the glass. The warmth felt good against her face.
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