The scape of the mind
Apr. 11th, 2010 02:34 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anarchist_queenFlorida skidded to a stop when she and Ron came into the common room, almost making him trip over her. The friendly free for all of camaraderie of the night before was gone. It was tense, and quiet. And sides had been taken.
It worried her. But she was hungry. And Ron was with her. And they sat at Mooner's table so she felt safe. And once more the food was good. Though she was apparently the only one who thought so. She finished all of her food and eyed Mooner's untouched plate. He slid it over to her and she began gobbling it up. Mmm, macaroni. She could get used to this, eating at a table, inside. With utensils.
“You're going to explode.” Ron said, watching her.
She grinned and nodded.
But soon the tenseness of the situation began to creep back in. Mooner and Wiseguy began an increasingly heated debate about the issue at hand, whether to turn Castle Pup into a dance club. She wasn't really paying attention. She still wasn't sure what a dance club was.
But when Mooner lost his cool and shouted, and slammed his fist on the table, she gasped, and jumped back. This was not like the Mooner she'd come to trust. Then things got worse. The vote went against Mooner. And Strider said something snarky.
And Mooner lost it. He attacked Strider. He was angry, and not at all the man she knew. She hid behind Ron, watching in horror as Mooner became more and more unhinged and desperate. Then he looked at her. He froze, and she didn't know him.
“Florida?” he took a step towards her and she cringed away, her breath coming in gasps.
“Even you.” he said, stricken. When he fled, Ron went after him. She never saw Mooner again. But when Castle Pup caught fire that night, it was Ron who rescued her from her shack. Though it would be almost a year before she would see him again after that night. And then neither of them would be the same.
It worried her. But she was hungry. And Ron was with her. And they sat at Mooner's table so she felt safe. And once more the food was good. Though she was apparently the only one who thought so. She finished all of her food and eyed Mooner's untouched plate. He slid it over to her and she began gobbling it up. Mmm, macaroni. She could get used to this, eating at a table, inside. With utensils.
“You're going to explode.” Ron said, watching her.
She grinned and nodded.
But soon the tenseness of the situation began to creep back in. Mooner and Wiseguy began an increasingly heated debate about the issue at hand, whether to turn Castle Pup into a dance club. She wasn't really paying attention. She still wasn't sure what a dance club was.
But when Mooner lost his cool and shouted, and slammed his fist on the table, she gasped, and jumped back. This was not like the Mooner she'd come to trust. Then things got worse. The vote went against Mooner. And Strider said something snarky.
And Mooner lost it. He attacked Strider. He was angry, and not at all the man she knew. She hid behind Ron, watching in horror as Mooner became more and more unhinged and desperate. Then he looked at her. He froze, and she didn't know him.
“Florida?” he took a step towards her and she cringed away, her breath coming in gasps.
“Even you.” he said, stricken. When he fled, Ron went after him. She never saw Mooner again. But when Castle Pup caught fire that night, it was Ron who rescued her from her shack. Though it would be almost a year before she would see him again after that night. And then neither of them would be the same.
