holding moonlight in her hands || shrimp
May 5, 2019 20:03:55 GMT -5
Post by ryan on May 5, 2019 20:03:55 GMT -5
Nothing seemed to add up to Amrin, a girl who had so much to live for, but only so much to offer apparently.
That was very clear, at least from the people that she had no choice but to associate with.
Their cutthroat attitudes pierced through their glass like skin, sending large crashes through the building as each small piece had fallen from the spot of impact. Thud. Thud. Thud.
The sound was deafening, but only if you let it affect you, and Amrin knew that she got out of that event unscathed. Thoroughly bruised though. Nothing that she couldn’t bounce back from.
But she needed to find her footing again.
She does nothing for Beryl? Fine.
She would make him eat his words.
She took a moment to calm down, cracking her window open and beginning to throw off clothes all willy nilly. She knew that she didn’t have long before Whitney would join her, and if she wanted to be aloof, she would have to change seamlessly unless she wanted a million questions from the girl who was just a little too happy for her tastes.
At the end of the day, it didn’t matter, or at least, that is what she told herself.
Everyone was going to have their opinions about her, just like Amrin was going to have her own opinions, the only difference was, Malcom made it very clear that he wanted everyone to have transparency, something that Amrin wasn’t expecting.
She was going to have to breast her cards tighter than ever.
She threw on a more comfortable sweater, one that matched the midnight sky above them and grabbed the journal and a book that she had borrowed from the library. She needed to get out of her room and continue the task that she had put herself up to a couple days ago. The memorization of this mansion was going to put her ahead of the pack, she knew that much.
However, she needed to do it discreetly. The book was going to be her cover, and the notes in her journal was going to be an insight on the subjects that she was studying. Of course, she wanted to hide them from her peers, but after tonight’s events, it was clear that she was going to have to take more notes. She needed to read into each of them like they were their own works of literature.
Each one a work of the Bronte’s that she wanted to throw in the fire.
Rightfully so too.
She decided the sun room was the best option for her, the night was wrapping up, and the twilight would be a good backlight for her to do some mandatory studying.
Her subjects should be hiding by then anyway.
None of them showed their true colors anyway.
Well, besides Beryl, but that would be something she would take care of at a later time. If he wanted to see more out of Amrin, then he was going to have to give her something to go off of. A pretty face could only do so much for her, and since he looked like a snake that coasted off of his looks, she couldn’t find a reason to give him what he needed.
After all, garden snakes always acted venomous until you showed them that they were the prey.
Then they cowered in fear.
Amrin watched the grandfather clock as it pointed at 12:30 in the morning. She sighed, realizing that she was going to have a long night ahead of her.
The last time she checked, there was nothing big happening the next day, so a little extra time doing due diligence wouldn’t affect her too much.
She opened the book, Mary Shelly’s Frankenstein and placed her journal in the cracks of the pages.
If someone were to walk in on her, she already knew what she was going to say.
She had read this book multiple times after all. Another go would have done nothing for her, but it was a good cover.
She had a pencil in hand, looking around the room and counting the number of plants in the room as she placed numbers in the spots were the door was. She stood up for a second and counted the paces it took to reach each door from where she stood.
Amrin knew that she was a little odd, her proclivity for memorization was almost boarding on OCD, but it was what made her the force that she was today.
Her brain is what got her here anyway. Not her attitude or the way she talked, but the pink mushy matter inside of her pretty little head.
She pushed the hair out of her eyes before walking back towards the comfortable seat she sat in.
She thought about the night as it transpired and began to add notes as she began to remember how it unfolded.
She hoped that someone else would stumble in on her, even though she wanted nothing more than to be alone for the time being.
After all, there was always an opportunity to learn.dars
