fair is foul, and fowl aren't fair {edward}

[SARAH MACGUIRE]

Sometimes, Sarah wanted to swerve from her victimology and maybe just stab people who pissed her off. The only problem with that being that it would be considered a mistake, and Sarah Macguire didn't make mistakes. Ever. At all. Because if she did, she wouldn't be complaining about a dorm mate, she'd be complaining about a cell mate. And she would not last in prison.

I would help you last in prison. It's just a matter of establishing hierarchy.

I kill criminals. I doubt I'd be very high up on the ladder.

There are ways. If you knew the police were closing in, you could kill one of them. Cop-killers are like kings in prisons.

I don't want to kill cops. I want to kill people who deserve it. And I don't want to go to prison.

It's not always about what you want, sometimes it's about what's best.

Because normal college seniors layed on thier couches upside down, staring at the blank television screen while talking to the voice in their head. Well, her roommate would have to get used to that. Oh right, her roommate. Her roommate that would be a man, a horrible idea on whoever assign the rooms part. Most college boys weren't exactly Sarah's type. As in, they were complete assholes and she would murder every one of them if she could. Was it too much to ask to go to one college party without some guy getting all up in her business? Seriously. Sighing, she wondered how her roommate was going to be like.

Honestly, if they were smart, they would assign her someone quiet and not-a-complete-douchebag. Had they listened to her in the first place, she wouldn't be having this nervous feeling in the pit of her stomach. What if something went wrong, and she couldn't control herself? There would be all kinds of evidence pointing to her and she would have to learn how to climb the social ladder in prison. Oh God, please(which was a lie, because she didn't actually really believe in God), why did they have to do the exact opposite of what she said? She specifically requested not to have a co-ed dorm. (Which, in all reality, she should have said nothing, but Sarah never blamed herself for people not understanding her.)

It was too late now to request a transfer. From what she heard, transfers were the last thing on the minds of the Barrie council unless there were extreme circumstances. Haha, like any offcial people cared if some girl got raped. Besides, that bastard would probably be aquitted in a court of law and violate the restraining order. She knew how these things worked, and that's why she hated the justice system. Justice didn't exist outiside of her knife.

Well, she may as well watch some TV while she was waiting for him. Her stuff was already where it should be. Not moving from her awkward upside-down position, she reached for the remote and pressed power. Oh look, Law & Order. Ooh, she had seen this episode before. Some manwhore womanizer who had HIV kept sleeping around to infect other women. One had developed AIDS from it, and she splashed acid on his face. If only more women took action like that. Granted, she was dying and really had nothing to lose, but still. If she were in that situation, she would have done the same thing. If anything, ruining his face was almost more of a justice than her killing them. The problem with that being it left a witness, and again connecting back to the fact that Sarah didn't want to go to prison.

Realizing the part where she did ruin his face was coming up and it wouldn't be half as enjoyable upside-down, she adjusted her position so she was laying on the couch. Eh, it was still an odd way of viewing it, and besides, she didn't want this Edward Pearson's first sight of her be splayed out on a couch.

notes lolol i bet you won't c whut i did thar with the title. 'cause you aren't a shakespeare fan. I STILL LOVE YOU THO tagged Edward Pearson word count is lolno outfit late outfit is late but here lyrics are Fixed At Zero by VersaEmerge. credit goes hedgie @ ouac for sarah macguire.

[EDWARD PEARSON]

❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂It wasn't that Edward worried about a new roommate. He'd been sharing dorms for a while now, and honestly, they were normally obnoxious. The kind of students who drank a lot and partied a lot and worked a little. He'd hated the lot of them. Not that he'd tell them, of course. He wasn't quite that rude. No. Edward had just kept out of their way; he'd kept to himself. It hardly surprised him that he'd got through so very many books in the past fews years. He had to escape somehow.

Maybe, just maybe, this year would be different. He knew he was sharing with a girl. That was...different, at least. Girls were supposed to be quieter, less annoying, weren't they? Nah. He had a cousin and she was louder and more annoying than her brother, so that wasn't necessarily true at all. Well, he supposed, the only way of finding out was to go up there and see.

So, that's just what he was doing, lugging a suitcase behind him, holding his books in one arm and a cardboard box in the other. All his possessions that he lived with, everything he bothered with in the majority of the year, all in a suitcase and a box. He'd realised a fair while ago that most people had a lot more than that, but he didn't see the point of owning things, and what with the library in walking distance he didn't mind leaving all his bookshelves at home. So he'd brought clothing, essentials like a flannel and a toothbrush, and three books; a collection of Greek and Roman mythology, a book of Spike Milligan poems, and The Great Gatsby. He did like to travel light.

Dragging his case up the last step, Edward made his way along the corridor to his new room.Their new room. Setting his box down, he tugged the keys out of his pocket and unlocked the door, pushing it slowly open. Before looking up to greet her, after all, he wanted to delay it for as long as possible, he glanced at the telly whilst nudging his possessions into the room.

Law an Order. Not bad.

Straightening up his clothes a little, he swung the door closed carefully before coughing politely.
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And one man in his time plays many parts.

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[SARAH MACGUIRE]

He's here.

Sarah knew that, of course. She was just preoccupied at the moment, and watched intently as the woman took her own form of justice, and very nearly fist pumped and cheered in excitement like most people did when thier favored football team scored the winning match. But yeah, no. Sarah would never do something so obnoxious and maybe even revealing with the person she would be living with for possibly the rest of her college career.

Hearing him cough, she stood and turned to look at him. Of course, she might have sort have been maybe acting like she had just noticed he had been therem but that didn't mater. Well, on the outside he didn't seem like the kind of guy she detested. Of course, Sarah had learned to not judge based on appearances a long time ago.

Smiling, she took a few steps towards him and held out her hand to shake. Sarah could fake it. It was not good form to let your brand new roommate in on the fact that you were a quiet cynic who pretty much hated humanity, amongst other things she would never let anyone in on.

Ever.

"Hi, I'm Sarah. You must be Edward." Her voice was sweet, but someone perceptive enough might detect a hunt of poison. Of course, she didn't hate Edward right away. It was just her basic views on humanity in general, namely a few groups. Oh God, she hoped he wasn't studying law. If he was planning on becoming lawyer - or worse, a district attorney - or even worse, a judge - she couldn't take it. Not that ALL law students were bad of course; it was just that the profession they were choosing and the system they were going into was corrupt and unreasonable. They could potentially lead to more Donald Malcolms, and maybe even more Sarah Macguires.

He doesn't seem too bad. But you know what to do if he tries to take control at any point.

Take it back.

notes are lolol, he ain't even a law student, sarah. chill.tagged is Edward / Rufus dear word count is if i bother counting lyrics are Fixed At Zero by VersaEmerge.credit goes hedgie @ ouac for sarah macguire.

[EDWARD PEARSON]

❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂He stumbled over his words as he tried to reply, taken aback by her assuredness. Eventually he managed to mumble," Uh, yeah...that's me," before bringing back his hand.

It had been the firm handshake that had thrown him. It wasn't arrogance; Edward had been around arrogant people and this was entirely different. This was...confidence. Assertiveness. She knew she was in control and she was going to use that to her advantage. It didn't bother Edward, not at all, as he felt no need to challenge it. Being mildly submissive allowed him to keep under the radar; it gave him time to get on with whatever he wanted to do without being disturbed or challenged. Perfect.

However, he was curious. Why should she be so sure of herself? Had she never experienced doubt. Surely everyone has at some point? He did feel the need to know her better. He felt curious about her already; not his normal reaction to meeting someone new. This was good...very good. It would make living here at least interesting, rather than annoying, loud and infuriating.

And so he made certain to sound unsure about his words as he asked,"So...what are you studying?" To put her off her guard and get her to relax; she might as well, they'd probably be living together for a while. As he waited for a reply he swept the room with his eyes, looking for free space. Picking up his books, he moved round her, finding a neat place to keep them whilst still listening in wait❂ ❂ ❂ ❂ ❂

And one man in his time plays many parts.

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[SARAH MACGUIRE]

Sarah had expierenced doubt, of course. Usually it came when it involved rather strong alpha-male types who obviously had a lot of weight on her. She didn't know if she'd be able to defend herself physically if anything happened. Though, it wasn't a secret to her that she was crazy, and crazy people were often pretty ruthless in a fight. They didn't have that small little thought in the back of their minds that said to
not kill people. So she was fully of uncertainty regarding those types of men.

Edward Pearson was not one of those types.

Already, she could tell he really didn't have an alpha bone in his body. He seemed like more of the submissive type. Quiet. Introverted. Much like Sarah, but for different reasons. While Sarah wanted to not draw attention to herself because of her crimes of justice, he didn't seem the vigilante type. Like, at all. Maybe he wanted to be alone to work, or think, or something. She didn't know. She wasn't that insightful, and besides. Her curiousity could incite a friendship of sorts. They would be living together, after all, and she would much rather have a friend than an enemy. Sarah didn't believe in 'keep your friends close and your enemies closer'. She believed 'don't trust your friends and get rid of your enemies.'

But maybe she was overanalyzing things. He could just be a normal guy. Of course, she had thought Donald Malcolm was a normal guy, too. Sarah? Trust issues? Nah.

"Psychology and criminology," she answered as he began to move in. His uncertainty only made her theories about him stronger. Had she intimidated him? Well, a little intimidation was a good thing, seeing as it stopped some people from trying anything. But if he got used to her, he could become immune.

No, Sarah. He's fine. Stop thinking about that. Assume nothing for now. Make your life a little easier.

This time, it was her own thoughts that advised her, and she listened to them. "How about you?" she asked, trying to peek over his shoulder to see what books he brought. Not that she wouldn't see eventually. But she might as well get it over with now.

notes; Nosy roommate is nosy.
ALSO WHAT IS THAT UNDER EDWARD'S SIGNATURE AHHHHHHHH <333333