Leda's Braaaaaaain
Apr. 11th, 2010 01:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anarchist_queenThere was a poster of a comic book Superhero called Elfman pasted to the fence in the backyard of Castle Pup. It had seen better days due to Florida practicing her knife throwing on it. Though only five, over the months she had grown into quite a good shot with the thing.
Right now she was pretending it was Ron. She had tried to look out for him. Tried to pay him back for protecting her when he didn't have to. And he had driven her off. Like a stray dog or something.
Thud
Oh hey look, there was Ron for real.
“Hey,” he called, holding up his hands. “I surrender!” She threw again, hitting the poster in the chest. She stalked over and wrenched the knife out, then returned to her mark. She wasn't listening. She wasn't ready to make nice.
“I got mad. I took it out on you.” he said.
Which was like an apology she supposed. Only without the apology. She threw again. The blade bit into the vital spot between Elfman's legs. Perfect shot.
“I brought a present.” He pulled a book out of his bag. She flicked her eyes to it, interested in spite of herself.
He offered to read it to her, striking a chord. No one had read to her since she and her parents had left Faery. But she didn't want to think about that. So she threw the knife at Elfman's mouth.
“Is that a hint?” Ron asked.
She shrugged, like she'd seen Mooner shrug.
“I'm bad with hints.” He sat on the back steps, and began to read. The opening paragraph caught her attention, and she slowly made her way over to him. “It's about pirates.” he told her. An adventure story? Oh dammit it was like he'd known her all her life. She supposed if he was gonna read adventure stories to her she'd have to keep him around.
He read two chapters to her before it got too dark to do so. Then he gave her the book and she hid it in her shack. Then he offered to escort her to dinner. Since all was forgiven, she took his hand and bravely entered Castle Pup, for the first time.
*****
Wow she was at once sorry she'd come in, and glad. On the one hand, lots of people, which was not usually her scene. She was much more used to dealing with the Strange Pupae in small doses. When they hung out in the back yard, or on the front porch. Not, all of them at once. But Ron was with her, and Mooner. And she felt safe. And the food was good.
But now the friendly banter of before had been replaced by an argument. One that Florida did not quite understand. Mooner wanted to turn the place into a dance club? What was that? Apparently not everyone was behind the idea, whatever it meant.
Florida started to worry. She could tell that emotions were starting to run high. She hoped this wouldn't turn into a thing. In any case, the day had been way too full of excitement and she was suddenly aware of being very tired. While Ron and Mooner made the rounds, trying to sway everyone to their side, she slipped out, back to her shack. She fell asleep, holding the copy of Treasure Island to her chest.
[Dialogue in this post is taken from canon.]
Right now she was pretending it was Ron. She had tried to look out for him. Tried to pay him back for protecting her when he didn't have to. And he had driven her off. Like a stray dog or something.
Thud
Oh hey look, there was Ron for real.
“Hey,” he called, holding up his hands. “I surrender!” She threw again, hitting the poster in the chest. She stalked over and wrenched the knife out, then returned to her mark. She wasn't listening. She wasn't ready to make nice.
“I got mad. I took it out on you.” he said.
Which was like an apology she supposed. Only without the apology. She threw again. The blade bit into the vital spot between Elfman's legs. Perfect shot.
“I brought a present.” He pulled a book out of his bag. She flicked her eyes to it, interested in spite of herself.
He offered to read it to her, striking a chord. No one had read to her since she and her parents had left Faery. But she didn't want to think about that. So she threw the knife at Elfman's mouth.
“Is that a hint?” Ron asked.
She shrugged, like she'd seen Mooner shrug.
“I'm bad with hints.” He sat on the back steps, and began to read. The opening paragraph caught her attention, and she slowly made her way over to him. “It's about pirates.” he told her. An adventure story? Oh dammit it was like he'd known her all her life. She supposed if he was gonna read adventure stories to her she'd have to keep him around.
He read two chapters to her before it got too dark to do so. Then he gave her the book and she hid it in her shack. Then he offered to escort her to dinner. Since all was forgiven, she took his hand and bravely entered Castle Pup, for the first time.
*****
Wow she was at once sorry she'd come in, and glad. On the one hand, lots of people, which was not usually her scene. She was much more used to dealing with the Strange Pupae in small doses. When they hung out in the back yard, or on the front porch. Not, all of them at once. But Ron was with her, and Mooner. And she felt safe. And the food was good.
But now the friendly banter of before had been replaced by an argument. One that Florida did not quite understand. Mooner wanted to turn the place into a dance club? What was that? Apparently not everyone was behind the idea, whatever it meant.
Florida started to worry. She could tell that emotions were starting to run high. She hoped this wouldn't turn into a thing. In any case, the day had been way too full of excitement and she was suddenly aware of being very tired. While Ron and Mooner made the rounds, trying to sway everyone to their side, she slipped out, back to her shack. She fell asleep, holding the copy of Treasure Island to her chest.
[Dialogue in this post is taken from canon.]
