Stuck in the Middle (OPEN)

[Parvana Kolette Dom]

Parvana Dom

"I remember tears streaming down your face,"

Parvana had settled in the student lounge, easily sliding into one of the huge chairs that cluttered the space. It seemed to consume her, and she was silently afraid that there was a possibility of her not being able to stand back up. She squirmed around in the chair for a couple of seconds, trying to see if her fear was right. In fact, it actually spot-on, and Parvana swallowed nervously. She hadn't meant to get stuck in a chair, but now that she had, she felt so stupid about it. It had to be her - of all people - that was the one who got stuck in a lounge chair. Her being of light weight, it played a huge factor of not being able to get up easily. It was as if the chair didn't want for her to go, yet you could tell Parvana didn't share those same feelings. She didn't love the chair as it loved her.

What was she to do now? Was she just supposed to sit here and await for someone to come and rescue her? That would have been ideal, but she couldn't bear the embarrassment of having someone pulling her out. She honestly wouldn't have that as her title: 'The girl who was too weak to simply get out of a chair.' Her face reddened slightly at the thought, and she decided to at least make it look natural. She crossed her legs, slouching back as she did her best to make it seem like she was doing all right - that she didn't need help at all. She tried to look around, but in this position, she could barely see above the armrests - all her sight allowed her to see was in front of her.

She repressed a sigh, feeling very uncomfortable as she slouched there. She wasn't going to admit it, of course, but her back was not starting to hurt. She wished someone would help, but at the same time, she hoped nobody would notice her distress.

"When I said, 'I'll never let you go.'"

@anyone :: 336 words :: nada

[Simon Alexandre]

One could ask why a silver-haired prefect decided to make his way into the student lounge and sit there. One could ask why he was carrying a bag that jingled quietly with every step and weighed him down. One could also ask why the hell he dared leave the sanctity of his room to just go to a lounge and not the library. Unfortunately, if one asked those questions, it's very well possible that they'd be unable to find an answer to any of their questions without poking and prodding around the deranged school. The boy that made his way over was named Simon, and he was about ninety percent done with being stressed. His eyes had black rings under them and it looked like he hadn't gotten any sleep in a week, but that wasn't uncommon for the skittish little teenager. He'd had countless prefect shifts that had prevented him from relaxing when he needed it most, and his studying was getting the better of him: so going to the student lounge, rather than the prefect one, was his way of silently rebelling against his own body's extreme reactions to stress and of drawing the line.

As he sat in the student lounge, though, he noticed frantic movements out of the corner of his eye. There was a girl sitting in a chair that seemed to be literally attached to her and, unfortunately, its love and adoration for her was unrequited as she flailed around a little before giving up in what seemed to be embarrassment. She seemed very petite and frail, and Simon couldn't help but feel a little pity for her, although he knew that looks didn't mean much on this island. Not just that, she was one of the youngest-looking people he'd seen on the island. Most he'd met were seventeen or eighteen, but this girl looked barely fourteen and almost as if she hadn't even gone through puberty yet. She had a long red scarf on her that confused Simon a little, as the temperature indoors was just right if not warm. It was a tropical island, and warm things such as that tended to be unneeded. Perhaps it was more of a 'style' choice, and Simon's thoughts didn't linger on that long due to his lack of knowledge of casual dress.

With a great sigh, the teen stood up and rolled his shoulders a little as he heard his back crack quietly in response. It felt like he hadn't moved in ages, although it had only been minutes, and he'd been about ready to become part of the chair. The tired prefect made his way over to the girl with increasing seriousness after each step, giving off no indicator that he was as tired as he was, apart from his raccoon-eyes. "Are you alright, there?" he asked calmly, adjusting the prefect badge on his uniform to draw attention to it. He didn't want the little thing to think he was there to hurt her, and perhaps the badge symbolizing his desire to aid others would make her feel more comfortable. "You look a little..." he paused, unsure of how to phrase it and he wrinkled his nose. "stuck."

[Parvana Kolette Dom]

Parvana Dom

"When all those shadows almost killed your light,"

Parvana didn't see him until he was right in front of her, too late for her to escape. Not that she had anywhere to escape to, that is. The logic of her situation seemed to surpass her, as she violently flailed around, trying to escape, as she spotted the Prefect badge he had flaunted. Usually, it was just females that she had the problem with, but it was the fact that she was afraid of getting in trouble that she flailed around. She had no reason to worry, but it was a habit of hers to think that she was doing something wrong when an authoritative figure came around. However, it was soon apparent that she could not escape to her, and she quickly settled down. Her breathing was rapid, and her chest was heaving up and down quickly as she stared up at Simon.

"St-stuck? I-I guess y-you could s-say that..," she stuttered, bringing her knees to her chest as to bring relief to herself. She always felt better in a fetal position or in a corner, but in her situation, there was no corner nearby to hide in. Her scarf wrapped around her knees, giving her extra support in that way. She looked up at Simon with wide, frightened eyes. She was like a little grizzly bear without its mother, defenseless and scared out of its mind. "B-but you sh-shouldn't trouble y-y-yourself to helping m-me... I-I'm comfortable l-like th-this," she fibbed, her hands nervously picking at each other.

She took this time to look up at the silver-haired boy, spotting the bags under his eyes almost immediately. Parvana had always been a stickler for details, spotting things most people wouldn't, yet she only thought this was for a lack of sleep. She, herself, hadn't gotten much sleep either when she had first arrived here, but it never seemed to show on her face. She never really seemed to get bags under her eyes - just tired eyelids. She then saw his violet eyes, and she personally thought they were really pretty. She had never seen eyes like his before, but she was starting to expect those kinds of exotic things at this school.

"I remember you said, 'Don't leave me here alone.'"

Simon Alexandre :: 364 words :: nada

[Simon Alexandre]

Now, Simon had seen and heard of a lot of weird things in his life. He'd seen a lot of drunk people do stupid things, like maybe get their hand stuck in a door or accidentally falling on their face when they dared each other to fly. He'd seen animals do idiotic things, such as slipping on ice and landing on their backs or trying to jump a fence and just running into it. However, nothing was quite as impressively hilarious as this tiny little girl flailing around as if her arms were made of spaghetti in an attempt to escape the grasp of an evil chair. It took all of Simon's willpower to hold back a laugh, and instead a small 'huff' made its way out of his lips. That, and a toothy smile that spread across the entirety of his face, lightening up his once-harsh eyes and relaxing his eyebrows into a more neutral pose.

"Y'know, it's not everyday that I find someone stuck in a chair," he started, his grin still prominent while he spoke. "so I'ope you don't mind me asking, how the hell did this happen?" As he spoke, his voice grew a little more confident although there was still a certain degree of tiredness to it that caused it to be more monotone and slurred than his speech usually would be. He shook his head to clear his thoughts, and he pulled the chair closer to him and bit his lip. He didn't want to break the chair (or the girl) when he set her free, and he didn't know how tightly jammed she was into it. How does one even get stuck in a chair? That was almost inconceivable to the short, silver-haired boy, but there the girl was. Stuck, like an insect in a venus flytrap.

After a bit, Simon figured that the best thing to do would just be to try and shove the arm rests apart so she could move out from it. He'd figured she was just lying about being comfortable, since her back strongly resembled a pretzel - twisted and bent in the weirdest ways. So, he gave a small grunt and bent over to shove the arm rests apart with his hands. "Try to move now," he suggested, voice a little strained, although it was still possible that she'd be unable to budge. If she couldn't, well, he might have to break the thing and that would suck - he'd probably get in trouble with Artemis if he did that. That is, unless he could find some wood manipulator that could put the damn thing back together. Or...a glue manipulator? Was that even a thing? The prefect stifled a laugh at the images that popped in his head of a glue manipulator running around wildly squirting superglue at people.