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entrancelogs2015-01-07 02:24 pm
coinseams) wrote in entrancelogs2015-01-07 02:24 pm
I just wanna I just wanna know
Who: Beatrice ( coinseams ) & YOU
Where: Around the mansion and the grounds, feel free to run into her anywhere
When: She's been doing this for a few days, now
Rating: Pg?
Summary: Beatrice is trying to figure some stuff out
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coinseams ) & YOUWhere: Around the mansion and the grounds, feel free to run into her anywhere
When: She's been doing this for a few days, now
Rating: Pg?
Summary: Beatrice is trying to figure some stuff out
.
[ She had screwed up, in December, when all the mansion seemed to want to share had been cookies, fruitcake and cider. She had screwed up big time, and now...she's not really sure she can fix things. She's not even really sure she should. Because what she did here and back home? It had been pretty unforgivable.
Really, she doesn't know what had come over her. It had been like every irritating little thing in her life had grown and grown until she couldn't contain them any more. Even the stuff that didn't actually, consciously, bother her. And instead of dealing with it, or taking it all in stride, she had taken it out on her friend. She had spilled information she never intended to share, and in the worst, most hurtful way possible. It's despicable.
She hasn't seen Wirt since she yelled at him, since she said all the mean stuff she had, and she hasn't really tried to find him. How is she supposed to face him now, when she treated him the way she did, had planned to do the things she had? She doesn't know how he's doing, or what he's thinking, but she doubts he has anything good left to think about her. She had tried to brush it off at first, act as unflappable as she usually did, but the act wasn't one she had been able to keep up long. Wirt and Greg were her friends, and she's never been one to have many friends...
Which is why she can't just leave things the way they are, even if she doesn't know how to make them right. So, she takes flight, hoping the air rushing through her feathers will help clear her head. She wanders around the mansion for a while, but eventually the sweater wearing bluebird finds her way outside, to flit through the trees and the grounds.
Regardless of where she is, one thing remains constant; she's definitely muttering to herself. ]
Hey, Wirt. You know all those things I said, well--ugh, no. It's just, I didn't mean--[ She sighs, and tries again a few more times, to figure out a way to voice the apology she knows she probably won't actually make. Her attempts don't last forever, though, and eventually she gives up and settles down on a ledge or a branch to rest. ]
Oh, who am I kidding. It's not like he'll actually forgive me.
Really, she doesn't know what had come over her. It had been like every irritating little thing in her life had grown and grown until she couldn't contain them any more. Even the stuff that didn't actually, consciously, bother her. And instead of dealing with it, or taking it all in stride, she had taken it out on her friend. She had spilled information she never intended to share, and in the worst, most hurtful way possible. It's despicable.
She hasn't seen Wirt since she yelled at him, since she said all the mean stuff she had, and she hasn't really tried to find him. How is she supposed to face him now, when she treated him the way she did, had planned to do the things she had? She doesn't know how he's doing, or what he's thinking, but she doubts he has anything good left to think about her. She had tried to brush it off at first, act as unflappable as she usually did, but the act wasn't one she had been able to keep up long. Wirt and Greg were her friends, and she's never been one to have many friends...
Which is why she can't just leave things the way they are, even if she doesn't know how to make them right. So, she takes flight, hoping the air rushing through her feathers will help clear her head. She wanders around the mansion for a while, but eventually the sweater wearing bluebird finds her way outside, to flit through the trees and the grounds.
Regardless of where she is, one thing remains constant; she's definitely muttering to herself. ]
Hey, Wirt. You know all those things I said, well--ugh, no. It's just, I didn't mean--[ She sighs, and tries again a few more times, to figure out a way to voice the apology she knows she probably won't actually make. Her attempts don't last forever, though, and eventually she gives up and settles down on a ledge or a branch to rest. ]
Oh, who am I kidding. It's not like he'll actually forgive me.