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The Dynamo of Volition; open and stuff yo
Topic Started: Mar 3 2016, 12:36 PM (655 Views)
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((Astrid Tate continued from Skeletons and Spaghetti))

Astrid wasn’t happy.

As anyone who knew her could attest to, this was a total shock and absolutely not to be expected at all.

She gently reached up and around to touch her right shoulder blade. It still felt weird, slightly unnatural, the way something like a cast or even a piece of sticking plaster did against your skin even after it had been removed. She could feel it there every time she moved slightly, and it was driving her fucking mad. She made a noise of disgruntlement, leaned back in her chair, and rubbed her forehead. She sighed.

This was the price you paid for impulse decisions, she figured. She’d wanted a second tattoo for a while now, and she’d known exactly what she wanted; there was a tattoo parlour nearby which excelled specifically at animal tattoos, and the second she’d seen the fox drawings the artist could produce, she was instantly in love. No, the tattoo itself wasn’t the problem, although if a single person asked her what she’d think when she was 80, like they had done with the one on her wrist, she didn’t think she could be held accountable for her actions.

The problem was that she had picked a pretty awful time to actually get it done. It had slipped her mind that getting it done with soccer practice the next day might be a bit of an issue, and sure enough, the bandages and wraps had been irritating enough to prevent her from taking part; she’d been advised not to remove them, after all. Coach had been more surprised than angry or annoyed, given how rarely Astrid missed anything related to soccer, but Astrid had been forced to experience the rare feeling of being annoyed at herself.

Maybe that would have been okay in and of itself, but of course, the next few days had to be blazing hot, even by Kingman standards. The guy had told her not to expose the tattoo to direct sunlight for at least a couple of weeks, but at the same time, she really didn’t feel like wearing anything but tank tops for the near future. It was that stubbornness shining through once again, but given there would be no serious repercussions to Astrid doing so, it wasn’t likely she was going to change her tune.

So despite the weather outside being glorious, Astrid was spending her time indoors whenever she could. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant; it was still hot, but the combination of tank top and the slight coolness of the library meant she wasn’t dying. And it meant she could study some of the history books that had caught her eye in the past, too. But every now and again, she would look outside and wish that she was kicking a ball about, or chilling in the pool, or just relaxing outside.

Whatever. What was done was done. The ink was almost completely fixed into her skin, so just a few more days and-

“Ow, motherfuc-“

Astrid winced as she turned a page and sliced open her finger. She placed her finger in her mouth to stem the blood flow and stifle her curse, but the damage had already been done. She clenched her fist and tried to control her breathing.

Once again, Astrid had been transformed into a ticking time bomb.
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After some foraging around in her pockets and her bag, Astrid managed to find a solution, of sorts, to her papercut problem. A spare tissue wrapped around her finger and secured with an elastic band she’d dug up from the depths of her bag. A little bit fiddly and it meant she wasn’t as dexterous for the time being, but it beat spilling droplets of blood over the table and her work. Problem solved.

However, it also created a brand new problem, in that it looked fucking stupid. This was probably even worse, and of course, there was nothing she could do about it without unravelling the solution to her previous problem. And on top of that, the phantom itch from the tattoo on her shoulder blades refused to go away.

Everything that could annoy Astrid today, was annoying Astrid.

As if to compound the issue, some guy was hovering nearby and trying to talk to her. She’d passed by him in the hallway a few times, and it always amazed her how someone could stand to look so unkempt all the time. This, he’d stayed firmly off of her radar until now. She’d seen him wandering around the library as well, out of the corner of her vision, and she’d attempted to avoid eye contact. But all that looked like it was for nothing, now.

Astrid rolled her eyes at Maxim’s question, not at all bothered that her annoyance was plain to see. Ugh. She was probably going to regret this, if the guy’s personality matched his appearance, but whatever. It wasn’t like her day could get much worse. Probably.

“Fine, whatever. Knock yourself out.”
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There was a saying that wise old men said in this situation, a saying that succinctly summed up Astrid’s feelings right now. A saying passed down through the annals of time, known only as ‘What in the fuck is going on?’

Instead of just taking the seat like, y’know, a normal person would have done, Maxim started flapping his mouth again, probably preparing to talk about something Astrid literally could not care less about. Fortunately, he was prevented from doing so by someone rushing in and sitting on the chair that he had claimed. Unfortunately, said someone happened to be Mel Beckett.

Now, even Astrid had to admit that Mel wasn’t the worst person she knew at Kingman, not by a long shot. However, the two had some pretty differing views on a lot of different subjects; most notably, how one should approach their schoolwork. From what Astrid could see, Mel’s approach was not to approach it. She was far too lackadaisical for Astrid’s tastes, and she hadn’t exactly been subtle about that view.

However, this didn’t seem to deter Mel. If anything, it only encouraged her to seek out Astrid whenever she possibly could. If she was trying to annoy Astrid as much as possible, well then, congratulations; she had passed with flying colours. Mel’s grin was met with a stare that could pierce through sheet metal.

Maxim finally figured out what he wanted to say, and started rambling on. After about a second, Astrid could feel a headache coming on. She rubbed her forehead, and rolled her eyes. She’d known she was going to regret this, and now, here she was. Regretting this. Might as well make the most of it, or try to anyway.

“Guys, it’s a chair. No-one has dibs on it, or their name engraved in the goddamn thing. You really wanna sit here so badly, you can fight amongst yourselves. Just leave me out of it. Don’t drag me into a stupid argument.”

Astrid sighed, then continued.

“As for why I’m not outside like I want to be, it’s all thanks to this.”

Astrid turned, shifting her hair to the side, and pointed a thumb at the tattoo on her shoulder blade, slightly obscured by the strap of her top but still mostly visible.

“Guy said I shouldn’t expose it to direct sunlight for a few days, at least. So, here I am, stuck indoors. It’s annoying, but better this than having it be faded and shitty looking.”
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God-freaking-damnit.

If there was one thing Astrid could say about Mel most of the time, it was that she had enough energy for at least 3 people. Whenever the two bumped into one another, Astrid was dead certain the other girl had a tanker of Monster wired directly to her veins, replacing her blood with pure sugar and caffeine. It was grating at best in those situations, but it was damn useful on the field, having someone who could run forever. Not that Astrid would ever admit that out loud.

Of course, the only time that Mel’s energy seemed to be depleted was when she was actually supposed to be learning and participating in class. Either that, or she’d divert all of that energy into steadfastly doing anything but classwork, which was exactly what was going on now. Sure, it was lunchbreak right around now, but they were still in a goddamn library. If you weren’t gonna read, or study, or do something that wasn’t ‘sitting on the fucking table,’ then you should just go to the freaking cafeteria.

That was what Astrid wanted to say to Mel, but she just had to ruin it all by actually deciding to be personable and reasonable, not to mention being the bigger person by letting Maxim take the chair. Going off at Mel, no matter how deserved Astrid felt it was, would just make her look like a raging bitch in this scenario. Instead, she closed her eyes, sighed, rubbed her forehead, and looked back up at Mel.

“Thanks.” Astrid said, still unable to keep the begrudging tone out of her voice. “I guess you’re right. I’d just prefer to be doing something outside on a day like this. Plus, the more people who get to see this, the better.”

Astrid gave a short laugh, and smirked at that thought. It wasn’t entirely true, not really. Sure, it was cool when people like Mel saw the tattoo on her wrist and complimented it, but there were just as many people who decided they would lecture her on how unprofessional it was, and reminding her that tattoos were permanent, and what would she think when she was 80? All that did was give Astrid another person whose opinions were irrelevant to her and who she was more important than.

“Different guy this time.” Astrid shook her head as she said this. “There are some artists who are good at doing a lot of different designs, but the guy who did this one- “

Astrid raised her hand to indicate her wrist tattoo.

“-he specialises in line art and the like, things like Celtic knots and tribal tattoos. This new one, the guy specialises in animals, as well as a few other stuff. I’m probably gonna get a few more done in the future. People can say it’s ‘unprofessional’ as much as they like, but fuck that; if I’m gonna be working in the medical industry, I’m gonna be covered up anyway. People just wanna complain for the sake of complaining.”

Astrid paused for a second, realising she was interacting with Mel a lot more than she had ever planned to do.

“Plus, my sister likes them, so there’s that too.”
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Ah. Right. That was why Astrid would most likely prefer the company of a chainsaw wielding maniac than Mel half the time. Even if Astrid did begrudgingly agree with everything Mel was saying, at least the murderer would have the common courtesy not to swing their legs so hard the table literally started rocking. Jesus Christ. How old was she anyway, ten?

Somehow, Astrid resisted the urge to roll her eyes, instead closing them and massaging her forehead. Yep. That was definitely a headache coming along. Goddamnit. That was absolutely not going to help her mood.

Leaning down to dig around in her bag again, Astrid found a packet of ibuprofen and her bottle of water after a few seconds of rummaging, placing them on the table just as Mel started talking again. She scattered a couple of tablets out on to the table, placed one in her mouth, took a swig of water, then nearly spat it all out again as she processed what Mel had just said.

Somehow she managed to swallow it, breaking into a small coughing fit as she glared at Mel, face a mix of anger and confusion. Eventually, Mel told her that ‘nothing weird’ was going on, and Astrid’s confusion subsided. Her anger, however, only increased. Her glare wouldn’t just melt through metal; it’d obliterate and anything that stood in a six-mile radius around it.

It was a blessing for Mel’s own safety that Maxim chose that moment to depart. He didn’t say a word, not even a ‘goodbye’ or a ‘oh shit I’m late for class.’ He just got up like the chair was suddenly on fire and almost bolted out of the library. It was enough to jolt Astrid out of her un-righteous fury.

“The fuck is his deal anyway?” Astrid muttered. “Guy pretty much begs for that seat, then just ups and leaves after a few minutes? Is there something I’m missing here, or what?”

Astrid shook her head, and took another swig of water. The way this day was going, she almost expected someone to run up and squeeze the bottle whilst she was drinking.

If they did, then there would be a murder in the library.
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Astrid almost felt self-satisfied, as Mel too seemed to be concerned at Maxim’s abrupt exit. At least the omni-present smile on her face had disappeared, which was a sure-fire sign that something was up with her. And why wouldn’t there be? It HAD been rude for the guy to just get up and bolt after causing so much commotion. Sure, maybe he was shy. Big deal. Didn’t stop him from making a gesture of farewell or something.

She tried not to feel too satisfied though. Didn’t exactly feel great having a similar view to a girl who shoved a half-eaten banana back into her bag.

But then Mel started going on some weird little spiel about people leaving her or something, and Astrid’s eyes narrowed. Was she missing out on some sort of joke here? That wouldn’t be too unlikely; there was always some stupid joke or reference floating around the student body that she couldn’t care less about.

Then all of a sudden, Mel herself abruptly stood up and started walking towards the exit, taking her bag with her, and suddenly the meaning behind her words became very clear. Astrid was now stuck in the incredibly unfavourable position on being conflicted about Mel leaving. On the one hand, it meant that she was now out of her hair, something that never came about this easily. On the other hand, Mel had just left in the exact same way as Maxim had, immediately after Astrid had made it very clear exactly how rude that was. So all that happened was that she was left bubbling with confusion, glaring at Mel’s retreating back.

Of course, Mel’s true intentions were almost immediately deciphered. The girl baffled Astrid. She wasn’t exactly a complicated girl, truth be told, and yet it seemed every single thing she did was meticulously designed to vex Astrid, and the worst part was that it worked. No doubt Mel had enjoyed the look of confusion and indignation on her face as she’d turned back around, and was probably enjoying the death glare she was receiving right now.

Astrid let out a deep sigh, turning back to her books, flipping through the pages of the one lying on top to try and find her place again. It wasn’t like she could just get up and go somewhere else; the chances of Mel following her wherever she went like a stray puppy were about 99.9%.

“It’s history stuff.” Astrid muttered curtly. “The late 1100s, Richard the Lionheart and the Third Crusade, that general area. Lot of misconceptions about him.”

Astrid was sorely tempted to add a ‘I don’t expect you to understand it,’ but she just knew that, somehow, Mel would find a way to spin it around to further aggravate her.
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Astrid looked at Mel out of the corner of her eye, and glowered. Depending on who you talked to, and how likely you were to listen to malicious rumours, Astrid’s glower never truly went away. It occasionally got interrupted or sidetracked, but it was always there, just waiting for something to set it off. According to legend, it was even the natural state of her face whilst she was sleeping, but finding that out was a privilege very few were given, thank you very much.

Maybe her previous statement of Mel had been incorrect? There were a couple of new ideas floating around in Astrid’s head now. Either the girl was an uncomplicated genius, or she actually was complex but a total moron. It wasn’t as if either option was preferable, because no matter what, it still left Astrid with a girl that aggravated the shit out of her, but not understanding how she worked kinda vexed her.

“No, it’s not for a report, I don’t think we’re going to be studying anything near that period for the rest of the year. Do you not pay attention in class?” Astrid finally tore her vision away from her books to look straight at Mel, glower still very much there. She already knew the answer to that, which was a resounding ‘No’. But the longer she stayed in Mel’s presence, the more her resolve to stay passive got sorely tested. It always happened. And whenever it did, Mel would always manage to get the upper hand in some way.

It was a horribly vicious cycle, and one of Astrid’s own creation, not that she’d ever realise that.

“I’ve always enjoyed medieval history. There’s always something new and different to find out about, it’s just such an alien lifestyle in comparison to how we live now. Yet at the same time, it’s also interesting to look at how similar certain things are, between now and then. The whole time period spans for so long, and across so many countries too; there’s an almost endless number of things to discover.”

Astrid’s cheeks took on a slight pink hue as she realised she’d been rambling more than a little. She shook her head, almost imperceptibly, before re-affixing her scowl and turning back to her books.

“So, yeah, that’s why I’m reading this. And if you’re really interested, yes, Robin Hood did exist, but no, he wasn’t everyone’s favourite dashing rogue leaping around in green clothes and tights. His ideology was more ‘steal from the rich, give to yourself, slaughter anyone who tries to argue with you,’ most likely.”
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It was times like these that Astrid realised Mel was probably amongst the people closest to her at Cochise, by sheer virtue of having spent enough time around each other to know the other’s quirks, and that fucking infuriated her.

Because, come on. Astrid had gone on a rare tangent about something she actually cared about when it hadn’t been (at least in her mind) strictly necessary to the conversation at hand, a luxury she afforded to very few people aside from Sophie. And what did she get from it? A slightly more respectful response from Mel? Some further interest in what Astrid had been talking about? An actually sensible, civilised fucking conversation?

No, she got to be compared to a brutal vagabond with a penchant for decapitation, then given the delightful mental image of herself as a heroic rogue and champion of the poor and downtrodden – okay, that one wasn’t bad in the slightest – and of a naked Robin Hood gallivanting about on his merry way, which completely destroyed the good karma Mel had just gained.

Astrid watched Mel give her a cheerful wave and leave the library with a look of utter disbelief on her face. That girl was just… she was… just…

“Fucking unbelievable,” Astrid said under her breath, leaning back in her chair, both of which were just a smidge too loud for the librarian, who fixed Astrid with a steely glare and shushed her.

Astrid tried to get back to her books, but it felt now that her brain had been sitting on a hot plate for an hour or so. Nothing made sense and thinking was hard. She snapped the topmost book shut with a sigh, before packing up and heading for the exit, after flipping off the librarian when her back was turned.

Today had been fucking dumb.

((Astrid Tate continued in A Salad of Anger))
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