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I can't hide, I've got ice cream!; Cy Andrews
Topic Started: May 6 2007, 02:41 PM (1,279 Views)
Cy Andrews
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“I don't hate you, idiot, I don't even know you! That's half the point!" Eris interrupted. What, all of the sudden she was Miss Has-To-Have-The-Last-Word? She'd gained her confidence and her voice all in one fell swoop, and now she was throwing them both at him, loudly, attacking more disapproving glances from the older, more mature members of the crowd. The younger members were still smirking, eager to see another spectacle--apparently they expected Cy to end up in the fountain once again. Her newfound aggression seemed to waver, however, because she added a quiet, "I think.”

He could almost see the flare building again as he continued, and by the time he'd taken a breath she was ready to rumble, seizing her turn to rant. They were getting no where with this; she yelled at him, he almost yelled at her while desperately trying not to, and then she yelled at him again. He was hardly even listening to her now as she pressed on relentlessly, face flushing slightly with the heat of whatever argument she was making. They were stuck in this cycle, and soon it would be his turn again, but he doubted that whatever pitch he tried to sell she would hear a word of it. It was as if she'd slipped into "fighting mode," and now she was completely unreachable, irrational. Still, it seemed the least he could do to listen to hers, if only to gather responses for his next turn at this idiotic game they were playing.

No, I don't have normal conversations with anyone so psychologically disturbed that they take offense when I try to get where I'm going because if I don' show up my sister will assume I'm not coming and go off shopping, locking me out of her apartment 'till she finally stumbles into bed around dawn a fate I personally am not particularly fond of."

Cy blinked as she glared at him. Had the heat affected his brain somehow? Because to him, Eris' torrent of quick, angry words had made little to no sense. He could get the general idea of what she was ranting about, but he failed to see how her sister's shopping habits had anything at all to do with the current argument. He didn't want to yell at her any more, but he had the sneaking suspicion that if he didn't, she would be more than happy to take over and yell enough for the both of them. She was already doing a champion job of glaring, and had even turned her eye to some of the inhabitants of Leicester Square.

Eris looked so incredibly passionate there, glaring at the onlookers, alive with an emotion Cy hadn't seen in her before when she was avoiding him. So this was what she did for fun--or at the very least, she was well-versed in arguing. She was completely immersed in her element, her comfort zone, almost, and she was determined to have the last say, determined to 'win' the fight, whether anything was resolved or not. She didn't care if they never spoke again; in fact, she seemed to be rather hoping for it. That apparent disregard for social norms, or any kind of solution to their problem at all, irked Cy, and he found himself spitting out a comment.

Her reaction wasn't so incredibly far-fetched; she turned with a fury and bore down upon him once again. Her hair could have caught fire, and Cy wouldn't have thought it even slightly out-of-place. “The girls you've met must never shut up then," she railed, "If I'm the least social you've met. After all, I'm talking to you, aren't I? I mean, it's not as if I'm hiding behind a vase.”

Eris stood back, looking almost smug. Her hand sat poised on her hip, her defiant eyes glaring out at him underneath her thin, arched eyebrow, stretching up like a cat's back as a threat drew near. She was waiting for his response, waiting for him to say something she could fire back against him.

Cy almost gave it to her. His mouth opened with all of the words he wanted to say, wanted to yell as loudly as he could until they finally got through to her brain. You NEVER stopped to hear my side of the damn story, and you don't really care, either, do you, because you're SADISTIC, he would have said, which inevitably would draw more of the people's eyes. His voice, aching to yell, never made it out of his chest, though. It was what she wanted from him, what she was standing there so coolly, waiting for. To let her have it so easily was pure idiocy. He let out a breath, turning away from her so quickly that he sent some still-remaining droplets of water flying from the edges of his shirt. His hand had been raised slightly as the hot anger swelled against his forehead, but it fell violently as he turned, slashing at the air. He took a step away from her, trying to distance himself from her without really exiting the conversation. She was being so frustrating at the moment, and he knew if he was looking at her he would loose his temper against his will. He was determined to keep his cool; they weren't going to keep going around this circle indefinitely. If she wanted to rile him, she'd have to do more than that slight jab, but knowing Eris, she would. She wasn't going to just let this drop anytime soon. He would be stuck here, battling with her, for who knew how long.

He ran both hands through his hair quickly, then, feeling that he had calmed down enough, turned back to her. He opened his mouth to say something, raising a hand again. He could feel his head pulsing with energy, electric, poisonous, waiting to spew forward in an insult, then sweltering in his chest like a disease as he tried to find words that wouldn't hurt. He glanced up at her, her solid eyes, but as he met her smooth, unmoving, uncaring gaze he felt his stomach muscles tighten.

Cy truly disliked Eris. He hadn't been able to say that about someone since before attending Hogwarts. She was beautiful, and he could only assume by her house placement that she was smart, but damn. Could she have made her self any less approachable, any more of a brick wall? She was probably enjoying every minute of this, trying to look like she didn't give a damn. And she didn't, that was the worst part of it all; she really didn't care half a wit about him.

"You know," Cy said with another breath, "I--really--just can't deal with this right now."

That was a relatively safe thing to say. Maybe. It was true, though; there was absolutely nothing he could say that wouldn't get her even more riled up, and he really wasn't in the mood to fight with her. He had headed out this morning looking for a good, Eris-free day. He'd tried to talk to her once he'd seen her because he was being civil--something she obviously hadn't mastered.

With that, he whirled, turning his back on her and stalking away angrily, towards the fountain. He was going to pick up his shoes, he was going to press past the onlookers, and he was going to go home. Maybe after he'd changed his clothes, he could start over and have a nice rest of the day. She said she was headed for her sister's, so hopefully he wouldn't run into her again.
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“You know, I--really--just can't deal with this right now.”

Wait. What?! I'm the unreasonable one?! He's the one who got all touchy because I actually had something more important to do than standing here talking to him all day! Idiot little Hufflepuff... idiot. We were doing fine before he got all... Cy-y! If it's anyone's fault, it's his!

“...you started it,” she muttered after the retreating fourth year, cringing slightly at how childish the accusation sounded. As far as she could see, however, it was completely true. They had been having a perfectly nice conversation. So what if she hadn't let it drop and had... continued... yelling...

This was not good. Suddenly, the whole mess was beginning to seem more and more like her fault, a prospect Eris didn't relish in the least. Throwing things at him seemed like a good idea for that reason alone, though unfortunately it would only confirm what she'd been careful to ignore. ‘Well, this sucks.

“I mean, if you weren't so damn abnormal, we'd both be on our way after a reasonably painless conversation, but no, you had to go and be all weird!”

Now that she'd return to the whole not-helping-the-situation-in-the-slightest frame of mind that had gotten them this far, Eris angrily snatched up her things again, planning to storm off. Then again, it would have been just as easy to shove him, once more, into the fountain. He was headed back towards it, after all, though she doubted she could pull it off without being noticed. Instead, she reached down and took off her flip-flop, taking aim. She grinned triumphantly as it hit the boy in the head.

“You know, it's rude to look away from people when they're apologizing,” the Ravenclaw pointed out innocently. “Not that, you know, I necessarily am, but if I wanted to, the whole not looking thing would hardly inspire good will, now would it?”

Eris realized then, though, that she now had a bit of a dilemma. Her destination wasn't exactly nearby, and she had to walk there. Now, she had to walk there missing a shoe, unless Cy, against all rational thought - she had been a bit of a nightmare - decided to be kind and forgiving and all that nonsense and give her flip-flop back. She smiled sheepishly, discovering, a tad to late, her own stupidity.

So. Found a flaw in my plan.

((OOC: Ewww. Very short. And also nonsensical. -death-))
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Cy only barely heard Eris' voice, low and reeking with a sort of childish determination to keep hold of the argument after, for all extensive purposes, it had ended. "“...you started it,” she'd muttered. That was mature. Cy rolled his eyes, glad that she could no longer see him as he continued walking towards the fountain. He was almost glad he'd run into her here. Not glad that she'd turned out to be such an--an--idiot (Cy had been tempted to use a much stronger word there, but refrained; there was little evidence that she was anything more than an idiot), but rather glad that he'd discovered it sooner rather than later. It would have been embarrassing to go through an ordeal such as this at Hogwarts, with all of his magical peers watching.

"I mean, if you weren't so damn abnormal," she was calling from behind him. Cy made a conscious effort to tune her out; she could continue ranting if she wanted, but he was going home. For all extensive purposes, he had given up on Eris. There were plenty of fish in the sea, and surely there was one out there as beautiful as her. Even if there wasn't, there were girls that came close, girls that didn't have mental disorders that made them want to continue fighting forever. Cy was doing a very good job of not listening to Eris; he hadn't heard a word she'd said after that first sentence.

It was quite impossible to tune someone out, however, when one is being pelted with thin but hard rubber. The thing--Cy wasn't sure exactly what it was--hit him squarely in the back of the head, making him duck slightly, and freeze in his slow walk. His eyes moved silently to the side, where he saw a flip-flop bounce to the floor. A shoe. Eris had really just thrown a shoe at the back of his head. That undoubtedly took the cake, even worse than her quiet comment of 'you started it.'

Before he could react, she was talking again, and this time, Cy listened. “You know, it's rude to look away from people when they're apologizing." She had been apologizing? Although Cy hadn't heard what she'd said, she was definitely yelling, not usually the tone someone used for heart felt sorrys. He supposed that perhaps it was possible that she had tried to make amends, in some veiled, clouded way, though, so he listened as she continued. “Not that, you know, I necessarily am, but if I wanted to, the whole not looking thing would hardly inspire good will, now would it?”

Cy turned slowly, letting out a deep breath and trying to think of what he was going to say before hand. The more he thought about the words before they left his mouth, the more likely it was that he wouldn't regret them later. There stood Eris, with a smile fixed upon her face. She thought that was really cute, huh? She thought that by getting him to turn around, she'd achieved some great victory? She probably expected him to shoot something back at her that would re-spark the argument, but Cy, as previously stated, couldn't really just sit here and fight all day. He'd have to think of something to respond with that would move the conversation forward, instead of sending it around the same old loop.

"Sorry," Cy breathed calmly, but his voice held a tinge of sarcasm as he continued. "I didn't realize throwing a shoe at my head was your way of apologizing. But assuming that you really did want to apologize," he crossed his arms loosely over his chest, not with any inherit attitude but more in a gesture that, in Cy's opinion, this might take a good deal of time, and he was making himself comfortable while he waited. "By all means, continue."
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“Sorry. I didn't realize throwing a shoe at my head was your way of apologizing. But assuming that you really did want to apologize, by all means, continue.”

Had she been planning to apologize? Eris wasn't entirely sure, however she no longer had even the slightest desire to. Unfortunately, this left her with a bit of a problem: Cy had her shoe. She needed her shoe, unless she developed a spontaneous desire to be known as 'the crazy shoeless girl'. Cy did not seem particularly inclined to give her her shoe. She doubted she'd be able to take her shoe by force.

Idiot, there are shops everywhere. Just buy another pair and be on your way,’ part of her said. This was the egotistical part, the part that would rather cut off a foot than lose. More often than not, however, it had also proven to be the side of her with the common sense. Mind, that was also the part that had originally threatened him with a fork. ‘Then again, this whole mess is almost partially my fault,’ the saner part of her reasoned. Well, saner was a relative term - calmer probably would have been a better choice of words. This was the side that had put her under a self-imposed house arrest when she was ten, the side that had actually felt bad for Cy after she'd threatened him. Nine times out of ten, it was the side reflected in her personality. Unfortunately, it'd been off frolicking somewhere as their conversation had escalated into an argument.

“Sorry.” The Ravenclaw breathed the word hesitantly, almost grudgingly, still unwilling to admit the interlude had been her fault alone. As far as she was concerned, it took two to tango, or rather, provided an argument heated enough to entertain the passing muggles. “Though if you weren't so aggravating, I wouldn't have turned into such a bitch,” she pointed out matter-of-factly, relieved of the excuse to pile at least a fraction of the blame onto her year-mate.

Eris eyed Cy warily as she plodded (because walking normally was rather difficult when you only had the one flip-flop on) towards him, stopping to pick up and put on her other shoe. She half expected the boy to shove her into the fountain as she had done to him not long ago - how long had this been going on, anyways? - and so was careful to stay out of reach. At least, she hoped it was out of reach; he wasn't too much taller than her so his arms wouldn't have been much longer, but Eris had never been the best judge of distance.

“And don't go all indignant on me again; I did acknowledge my insanity,” she added quickly, lest they start their argument again.

Now, when they were both reasonably calm and she had both shoes, would probably have been the best time for her to make her escape, a fact that didn't escape the girl entirely. However, her pride, not particularly pleased that she'd actually apologized, refused to let her 'run away'.
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After a moment of personal debate, during which Eris would not meet Cy's eyes, she muttered a gruff, “Sorry.” She didn't want to appologize, but apparently circumstances had gotten the better of her. After a few seconds, she added quickly, and more audibly, “Though if you weren't so aggravating, I wouldn't have turned into such a bitch.”

Well, it was an apology, even if it was masked behind another insult. Cy knew it was the best he could hope to get from Eris. Truth be told, he hadn't even expected that much, and her words caught him just slightly off guard. He shrugged once, without saying a word. It was his way of accepting her apology, of putting their attention-drawing fight behind him. He wasn't sure those few words had redeemed her entirely for their first two meets, for the fight, but at the very least he was willing to let it die, and not bring it up again, if not forget it entirely. That was the way Cy was; very fickle, very easy to get along with.

She walked clunkyly towards him, bending down a feet feet away to pick up her shoe. It seemed to Cy that she was trying to keep her distance as much as possible, though he couldn't imagine why. She slid her flip-flop back on her foot and stood, meeting his eyes as she said quickly, “And don't go all indignant on me again; I did acknowledge my insanity."

He raised his hands to about shoulder-length in a silent defense. Apparently she still expected him to drag up their argument. Why would he do that? Being yelled at really wasn't terribly fun. He definitely would rather have had a normal conversation with her, although at this point he had to wonder if that was even possible. Things were sure to be awkward after their yelling match, to say the very least. If they had something else to do, something that didn't require talking, then they could at least cool off a bit before they had to start trying to socialize again.

He never thought he would actually not be in a mood to socialize, but she'd done it. Cy couldn't think of an excuse to not talk, though. If they were going to a Muggle movie, that would work, as long as they sat on opposite sides of the theater, but they weren't. Eating ice cream might work, too, as long as they didn't have to look at each other or say anything for a while. Cy doubted that in their present, tense state he could convince her to do either of those, especially since she'd just thrown an ice cream away, finished. She probably didn't want another just yet.

It was hard to come to grips with the concept, but Cy thought they might have just failed their second meeting like they'd failed at the first. Even if Eris had apologized, there really wasn't much left to be said, and definitely nothing left to be said that either of them wanted to say at the moment. She was, indeed, the most frustrating girl Cy had met. Conversations were his art, one of two things he did well, and she had caused him to fail at them, twice in a row.

"Well," he said noncommittally, not meeting Eris' eyes. "You said you had to get to your sister's." It was an invitation to leave, and they both knew it. He hadn't lied when he said he just couldn't handle her at the moment. Bending, Cy picked up his own soggy shoes, socks balled up in the toe of one of them, and held them in one hand, ready to head back to the Leaky Cauldron. He waited for her to make the first move, not wanting to seem like he was running away. Even after all of that, he still didn't want to appear to fail, regardless of if he had or not. Appearances were Cy's realm, and if nothing else, he could at least try and preserve that.
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“Well, you said you had to get to your sister's.”

Eris nearly collapsed with relief at that, grateful for a chance to put the entire mess from her mind. She couldn't help but note that Cy seemed less than satisfied with her apology, but there was nothing she could do about that. The Ravenclaw couldn't help but feel guilty when the boy reached to grab his own shoes, still rather soggy from the fountain incident, knowing he'd be heading back to The Leaky Cauldron in them, which couldn't be much more pleasant than a one-shoed hike to Hackney. She slung her bag over her shoulder, this time certain she'd manage to leave. Neither of the two seemed particularly keen to remain there any longer, and Eris was no longer sure which of them wanted rid of the other more.

“Err, I'd do something about those,” she offered quietly, nodding at his sodden shoes, “but as you said, no magic outside of school and all that nonsense.”

She took a step back, relieved to see that the crowd had dispersed entirely, so she wouldn't have to fight her way through to make an escape.

“I'll... see you at school then. Err... bye.”

The fourth year turned around, decidedly walking away. Yes, she would see him at school, if not in the halls or grounds than in class, however already her mind was plotting ways to avoid doing so. For most people, upon having met Cy they would have immediately decided the school's library would be the least likely place to encounter him. Eris agreed with this assumption, however that plan was one that wouldn't work for him - spending extended periods of time in there was almost as much of a torture as their latest conversation.

He's right though,’ she thought bitterly, ‘I am antisocial. Oh, sure, I'll talk no problem, and I have friends and all, it'd just be easier if I... didn't.’ This train of thought wasn't a good one; either she'd end up full of self-pity, or resentment - either for her father, the werewolf; her sister, the Ayano who had had a perfectly normal adolescence; or herself, the one who failed miserably at conversation. All in all, this had not been a good day.

She sighed, now wanting nothing more than to flop on Theia's couch (provided she'd be able to find it under whatever her sister had piled on top of it) and roll her eyes at the overly dramatic lives of whoever happened to be featured on the day's episode of Coronation Street. Now there was something she hadn't done in ages; she'd not sat down to watch the only soap she could stand since the beginning of the summer, though she doubted she'd missed much. Likely, Charlie was still being a bastard, David was still deserving of a slap, someone was pregnant, and Amy was still one of the uglier toddlers Eris had seen, unless they'd changed the actress again.
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