a gloomy november day {{Pig}}

[NOVEMBER STARR]

Thurdsay has attempted to commit suicide. Attempted suicide. Thursday, her happy-go-lucky roommate, masker prankster, McDonalds-running occasional confidante - had jumped off of a bridge. Suicide. The attempted killing of one's self.

And it was Nov's fault. It was all her fault.

None of the feelings which drove him to this (the loss of his brother, the loneliness, feeling left out, behind, and in the dust by everyone he know), feelings which had never before seemed possible in him, would not have come about if November hadn't carelessly shown up in their lives and torn a seemingly unbreakable connection between the twin brothers. Though she hadn't meant to, she'd been driving them apart ever since she'd shown her stupid face.

When they'd gotten Wednesday, she'd decided, was the moment she should have realized. They'd all known Thursday wasn't sick(now she saw he'd just felt out of place, a third wheel, useless), but she'd just assumed he'd be back to normal soon enough... What an idiot she was.

Musing on this, November stood and walked over to the cage of the prize received from the aforementioned venture. Pulling the gecko out and knocking an ambitious cricket back in, she let him crawl from her hand to her shoulder. She moved her hair as she'd found that her third day of the week enjoyed a nice vantage point, and would crawl on top of her head if she let him. "Don't worry, Wes. No one blames you," she reassured an already assured gecko, running two fingers affectionately over his head.

Unable to think of anything else to do, she sat on her bed and pulled her laptop onto her lap. Clicking on the youtube bookmark, she thought she might find some solace in lolcats, or Kingsley, or various parodies of things. Though these made her laugh, the guilt overwhelmed the brief feeling of joy much too quickly for her liking. Not even the surprised cat or dramatic chipmunk raised her spirits for long. Desperately clicking on anything from Scrubs to Negus, her spirits sank lower each time her funny video tactic continued to fail.

It was in the middle of a Japanese "Human Tetris" game that someone unexpected opened her door.

TAG:PIGGY!
WORDCOUNT:i dunno .-.
OUTFIT:CLICK!
NOTES:awe, nov. =<
CREDIT: T TO THE ILLY @ CAUTION 2.0

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[GEORGIANA 'PIG' SPENCER]

OUTFIT A LA HOMEWORK

Pig owned nothing that was as aptly named as her 'Ug' boots. They were truly hideous. And, as of late, quite passe. But, DEAR LORD, were the the most comfortable damn things on the planet. Her pastel, rainbow, ugboots hung over the dorm floor as Pig sat on her bed, her purple and red stockings poking out of them up to her knee. Half an inch of skin was revealed, before the hem of a navy blue skirt, held on her narrow hips by a braided rainbow belt. On her torso hung a red sweat shirt that was far to big for her, and a form fitting yellow tee shirt beneath it. Her nails were each a different color on each hand, and her make up was brightly done.

She found herself in quite the conundrum, at that moment. Pig wanted to go and speak with Thursday, though she had nothing really to talk about. She could claim that it was about homework, but, well, that would be a lie. And Pig was not too fond lying. Though, truth be told, they did need to get on that. She could also claim that she just wanted to give him the super ball she had bought with him in mind... but what was that about? Why the hell would she get her English partner a present? True, she found him quite less detestable then mostly everyone else. But that hardly called for gift giving... She picked up the ball, which had a brightly colored, tropical, fish.

Sighing, she willed herself on to her feet, deciding that all this thinking was over rated. She'd just go over there, they'd work on the project, she'd let him see the ball, if it seemed he liked it, she would merely tell him to keep it. Yes, that didn't sound too bad. In fact, it sounded quite ingenious. Grabbing her penguin back pack and sunglasses, Pig headed to the room number he had given her.

That was another thing. He obviously wanted her to come and see him, right? Why else would he give his room number to her? Pushing her auburn crimped hair behind her ear, she found the room rather quickly. A little too quickly. She had meant for it to take a bit longer. Shit. Now what? Pig pushed the sunglasses on top of her head like a head band, gripping the ball tightly. She was truly being ridiculous! They were doing homework! That was all, no big deal. Just go in and say, 'Hey, I was wondering if you wanted to do that project'. What was the big deal?

Reaching up to the door, Pig knocked, the door popping open like a creepy scene in a horror movie. Of course. Sighing, Pig stepped in, looking around. No Thursday, but a girl looking up at her like she was intruding... which she was. Biting her lip, Pig could taste the bubblegum chapstick, as her pale blue eyes stared at the girl. Was Pig in the wrong room? Did Thursday give her the wrong room as a joke? Or... well, this was the coed living. This must be his roommate. "Um, 'ello. Uh, is... is this Thursday's room? We had a project." Pig's accent thickened a little, as she spoke nervously, hoping this was not a prank on her. Was this his girlfriend? Oh, wouldn't that be awkward. She was quite the horribly pretty thing, so it wouldn't surprise Pig.

[NOVEMBER STARR]

November looked up was a hint of irritation. The kind of, 'can't you see I'm trying to brood over something dark and sad?' irritation that she'd been feeling a lot lately. Well, wasn't she.... colorful. She looked over the girl in a way that was less discreet than she'd hoped and cocked her head ever so slightly at the color choices. She had a feeling that if she hadn't been staring at a bright computer screen for a while that the sight would've hurt her eyes, as most of what she'd been looking at lately had been grey and neutral and boring, especially herself.

Well, at least an eyesore wasn't boring. She nodded her approval and pushed the computer aside as the girl spoke.

"Um, 'ello. Uh, is... is this Thursday's room? We had a project."

Woah, accent. She was obviously British, or if not then she was ridiculously good at accents. Nov had spent a day talking in a British accent was. She found herself a lot more noticed than usual and though she was only okay at it, a few people had asked if she was from England. She'd told them she was. It hadn't mattered as she'd never seen any of those people again, but it had been a fun and interesting little experiment. She preferred going unnoticed, though... Coming back to the present, she nodded and replied to the girl. "Yes, this is Thursday's room... I'm his roommate, November," she said politely.

Normally she wouldn't have been so nice, but just before she spoke a thought had occurred to her. 'Does Thursday have a date?' All thoughts dealing with one Tuesday Davenport scampered from her mind as she found something she actually wanted to focus on. Thursday needed to get out and make friends, and it was apparent that he'd made at least one, if friends was all they were. An improvement, even if they were only together for a project. What if that WAS it? November decided to find out.

"Are you only here for a project? I was hoping my roomie had a date," she said with a pout. She was pretty adorable, too. Thursday could use a little cute and color.

TAG:PIGGY!
WORDCOUNT:i dunno .-.
OUTFIT:CLICK!
NOTES:This little Piggy came to see Thursday... and got November.
CREDIT: T TO THE ILLY @ CAUTION 2.0

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[GEORGIANA 'PIG' SPENCER]

The girl was pretty. The sort of pretty where you just wanted to hit her, to get her to stop. But, as she spoke, Pig became aware that she was one of those pretty AND nice people that you couldn't hate. "Yes, this is Thursday's room... I'm his roommate, November." November. Even her name was interesting. Pig could feel November's eyes study her unabashedly. She wondered if this was an American thing. Oz had given her the same look over, when they first met. Taking in the outfit, taking in her contrasting demeanor. Perhaps everyone did this, and Pig had never noticed before moving here, because she had grown up in a village where everyone knew everyone. No one was surprised by the rainbow bright-esque outfit. "Are you only here for a project? I was hoping my roomie had a date."

Pig's mouth fell slightly open, her cheeks starting to turn a very faint shade of pink. Clutching the ball in her sleeve for dear life, Pig shook her head calmly. "Oh. No. Just the project..." Did Pig look to be Thursday's type, as far as dating went? Though, the word hoping did seem to imply that it did not happen. So perhaps November did not know his taste... Pig wanted to inquire further, but decided to sit on it for a while, to let it all formulate.

But now it would seem that Pig was just standing here, looking all awkward. Not that she felt awkward, exactly. Certainly she wasn't expecting the date word to be thrown out there, but Pig was in fact a girl, and Thursday was in fact a boy. It was a natural assumption. But her quiet demeanor, the way that her shoulder's drew in to each other like she was trying to make herself shrink, her stoic face, and inquiring eyes... They all gave her the appearance of someone who was constantly awkward. It didn't help that she had the appearance of a thirteen year old, the clothing adding insult to injury, and that she had an advanced maturity level. She had to speak. This silence was... silency. "I'm Pig, by the way. Um. Just Pig. It's nice to meet you, November. Do you know about when he'll be back?"

Pig didn't mean to be so formal. It was just her way. Years and years of tyrannical manners drilled into her head like a torture device. It stuck with her, even when out of the presence of the units who trained her so well. So she waited for the answer, trying not to look aware of her rigid way of speaking, rolling the ball in her hand carefully.