Post by MARISSA HARLEY on Mar 20, 2012 18:42:29 GMT -5
[/justify]Marissa didn't quite know who J.G. Ballard was, or that this quote eevn existed, but if she did, she probably would have scribbled it on her bedroom wall, all over her patches of different kinds of wallpaper that would probably be painted over once (if) she moved out. After her initial obsession, she would have pushed it to the back of her mind until she saw it again, letting a whole new burst of feelings come forth. That's often what she did with things she fancied, and it worked out well enough. Feelings were often better when they came in short bursts rather than stretched out and faded over a long period of time.
Time? Ooh! It was time for tea, yes?
Though she didn't have a clock in her apartment (which was a lie, of course, because she did; she just didn't acknowledge it's existance ever), she decided that it was 4:00 in the afternoon and the perfect time to set up her sort-of weekly tea party. Luckily, Central Park wasn't that far of a walk, so she loaded up her boxes onto her 'little lifting device that was wonderful for carrying boxes' and left her apartment, taking the elevator down and making her way to her pavilion. Fortunately for her, she didn't have to tell off a different family for sitting there when she was obviously planning on claiming that table, so she could start setting up right away. By the time she was finished unpacking her grandmother's tea sets and the little burner she found that didn't need to be plugged in and plates and a serving dish of cookies, it was 5:45 (it actually took her only 23 minutes exactly; to everyone else, it would have been 5:22 when she decided it was tea time). She had replaced the chairs that normally sat around the pavilion table (which were now in a stack in the corner) with folding chairs of many different styles and shapes and colors. The one she sat in herself was brown and had polkadots.
Why the brown one? That was the only color she wasn't wearing, of course. Her wardrobe was, as usual, mad up of assorted colors and different styles, and then some almost alike. Her gloves were both fishnet, but different colors and lengths. Her shoes were both Converse and even both the same length, but different colors as well. It was just her thing, really. She didn't like it when people matched, because she didn't like it when people thought that was orderly. Which, it was order, to them, but to her, it was horrible and she could hardly stand it, which is why she kept her eyes off of people when she walked down the street, or at least only looked at their faces.
Ugh, now she had to wait. Waiting was no fun at all, really. Waiting made her want to leave and go find people to join her, but she knew she couldn't leave all her things alone. They might get blown away by the wind, or something. Bored, she laid one elbow on the clothed table, resting her chin in her hand, and looked around. Her expression was blank and it was near impossible to tell what she was feeling just by her face, though a little smile came when people walked near, but returned to blankness when they walked away. Then, someone else walked by, and Marissa Harley did something more impulsive than usual.
"You there!" Her fake British accent she adorned for just this occasion nearly made her giggle. "Would you like some tea?" Standing and holding up the little kettle, she attempted to smile... reassuringly? Yes, that word. A clock tower in the background began to ring, but she didn't notice it.
notes; i think i love her already
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