Simple Pleasure [anya]

[Madeline Parker]

Maddie lay on her bed, back propped up against a large body pillow. She had strategically positioned herself to face the door rather than the windows (which were currently the only source of light in the room). Her laptop was on a small tray that she'd situated over her legs, fingers rapidly skimming the keys as she transformed her handwritten class notes into pristine, typed, hard copies. These she would later print and file into a very large binder hand labeled "study materials" in colorful sharpies.

On top of her dresser, within a a decently sized, thin-barred cage, was a grey and white rat. Domino, as he was so named, was happily busying himself by running in his wheel. The wheel didn't so much as make a single squeak, loving oiled so as to prevent herself from throwing a typical Maddie tantrum. Her half of the room was so well organized in general that aside from a few stray pieces of paper it looked more like something you'd find in a furniture store than it did someplace someone lived.

But as she continued to type her notes, a seemingly mundane and ordinary task, it was hard for her to keep her eyes from darting towards the door. She had propped it open just a hair, not enough to be noticeable to the casual observer. On top of it she'd carefully propped a bucket of water. If and when her roommate came in, she would most likely end up soaked. Maddie's favorite sport, after all, was to make a mockery out of those around her. Her roommate was not exempted from such things. In fact, Maddie thought little miss Anya made a rather delightful target.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 000 // outfit // clicky // tagged // anyone spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY Anya had just gotten back from her Research Writing class and her mind was swarmed with the onslaught of a lesson that she was far from prepared for. It wasn't that she didn't have the needed material. Instead it was because to her the teacher talked way to fast and although she did allow the students to ask questions at the end of the lesson, Anya had so many questions that she wasn't able to put them together into a comprehendable sentence and instead just sat in her chair, her brain completely fried. She knew that the other students were just as confused as she was for when she looked around the only emotion she could see on their faces was either confusion or frustration. Aparently, many teachers are bad at reading faces as the teacher somehow thought that they had all absorbed the information quite well and continued on with the lesson. Anya shook her hand, cramped from trying to write the notes down without breaking her wrist. Now at her dorm she grasped the door handle, opening the door. Everything happened so fast yet the cost was great. The cold water hit her hard and the shock caused her wings to accidentally shoot out. The metal bucket hit her knee and she let out a yelp before tripping over her foot and falling into the corner of the room. As she fell her long wings knocked over various papers and folder and nearly knocked over Maddie's pet rat's cage. The ordeal was finally over, leaving Anya sitting in the corner, one wing painfully stretched upward and to the ceiling while the other blocked the door. She watched the papers hover in the air for a moment before drifting to the floor to form a mass of clutter. Water dripped off of her hair, clothes, and even wings forming a pool of water on the ground. The young Russian girl blinked her eyes in disbelief but once it dawned on her what had happened she sent a glar towards her lounging roommate. "Umm . . . what the hell Maddie!?" She truly hoped that some of the materials she had knocked over belonged to her roommate. notes // notes here notes here notes here

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[Madeline Parker]

The moment she heard the door knob turn she stopped typing. Maddie's eyes turned expectantly, grin slowly creeping on to her face. This was the moment she'd been waiting for all day. Okay, maybe not all day considering she had better things to do than wait around for her roommate to show up. Mostly she'd been waiting for this moment since she'd started working on classwork. A good prank on the horizon always made the time fly by faster.

What happened next sent her into a fit of giggles. Anya entered, the bucket fell, and the prank went off better than she could have expected. Feathered wings shot from Anya's back as she tumbled to the floor, knocking a variety of stray papers to the ground. Domino rattled in his cage a bit (the only moment where Maddie seemed to show any concern) but was fine, which let her to bask in the glow of her handiwork. It had happened so perfectly that she was laughing so hard tears started to form in her eyes.

"That was brilliant!" she snickered from her place on the bed. "You should see your face! It's priceless!" Maddie continued to laugh, setting her computer aside to better watch her roommate's distress. Not one did she get up and offer to help or ask if the younger girl was okay. She was enjoying Anya's pain a little too much; the red head was too perfect a guinea pig.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 000 // outfit // clicky // tagged // anyone spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY "You should see your face! It's priceless!" Anya narrowed her eyes at the roommate, flicking the tip of her wing at Maddy, allowing loose water droplets to fly free. "Well thanks for the wet wings . . . no freaking idea how I'm gonna get a big enough hairdryer to dry those," She looked around the soggy carpet that squished onto her feet. "Or the carpet for that matter." The soaking roommate grabbed the edge of the dresser, pulling herself upward. She looked over her wings, checking to make sure no bones were damaged. Because Anya's bones were hollow that made them more susceptible to damage which caused her to be extra careful with how she moved. As she ran a hand over her wing she noticed that her left one was fine but the right wing, which had been the one pointing upward, felt a little tweaked. Not broken in any matter but where the wing attached to her shoulder blade she could definitely feel a strain in the muscle. It was nothing that she didn't know how to treat herself but it still hurt. Now that she was on her feet Anya made her way to the dorm's bathroom, her wings still out and dragging behind her. "You couldn't have at least done the bucket thing somewhere more open?" As she passed by Maddie she contemplated whacking her in the head with her wing but knew that if she hit too hard she could give her a concussion, and she didn't feel like adding onto the mess that Maddie had already created. She squeezed her way into the bathroom and decided to treat and dripping hair first. Anya ran a hairbrush through her red locks and tied it up into a quick bun, not wanting to spend the time to blow dry it. The Russian girl then proceeded to dry her wings with a towel. She was careful to only use smooth motions which would limit the amount of feathers that were ruffled. On her right wing she was incredibly careful with drying it with the towel and winced slightly as the towel came in contact with the strained part of the joint. Anya finished drying her wings, and allowed her left wing to go back into her shoulder blade but kept the damaged wing out to heal. Ice would have been handy to have but she didn't know of any in the room and didn't feel like making her way to the nurse's office with her wing hanging out behind her. Instead she took a wash cloth and ran water over it in the sink. She set it to the coldest setting that it had and let it soak in for a couple of seconds before turning off the faucet and wringing out the wash cloth. When she had finished squeezing most of the water out she was left with a slightly cold wash cloth to lay on the joint. The girl walked out of the bathroom, shirt and shorts still wet. With her wing still out it would be impossible for her to take off her shirt and replace it with a dry one, so she was left to let that one air dry while she changed into a different pair of shorts. notes // notes here notes here notes here

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[Madeline Parker]

Anya was downright livid which, in turn, only fueled Maddie's amusement. She did manage to reduce her laughter to a few dark snickers, but no trace of sympathy could be found on her face. All she had to offer was sarcasm and snide comments. "You could always go sun yourself like a loon." The remark had an underlying edge of of cruelty, insinuating Anya had a few screws loose on top of being a bird.

On top of that, the older girl's expression had turned slightly indignant. Did Anya really think she would soak the carpet without making plans on how to get it dry again? Maddie wasn't about to laze about in a sopping wet room; there was a water manipulator in her debt that would soon be putting her powers to good use. After all, given the girl's penchant for organization it would be very surprising for her to simply let the carpet remain soaked. That simply would not do.

Maddie didn't get the chance to respond to her roommate's other comment before the door clicked shut. Even if she had, it wouldn't have been an answer the other girl was looking for. Bucket pranks did not work as well when doors weren't involved. So while Anya went to tidy herself up, Maddie finally jumped off the bed and surveyed the damage of her prank. She picked up the few papers that had been scattered about (relieved that they were mostly generic "save the date" flyers idiots liked to shove under all the doors) and discarded anything that wasn't salvageable and looked unimportant. She then took a towel and dropped it over the wettest part of the carpet. She applied pressure with her feet to try and get some of the water out before it damaged the floor and then left the spot covered until she could get it properly dried. She also stuffed the bucket under her bed and out of sight.

By the time Anya came back, the signs that something was amiss in the room was the towel on the ground and her own sopping clothes. Madeline had gotten back onto her bed, having gone back to copying her notes. She barely looked up when her roommate reentered. In fact, the only acknowledgement she gave the other girl now was the small smirk that was playing on her lips. Oh how she enjoyed making sport of others!

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[Madeline Parker]

The silence lasted for all of five minutes, the only sound between them Anya's movements and Maddie's typing. Then the red head gave in and spoke, voicing a question that wasn't completely unexpected. In fact, it was a question she had heard many times in the past. Maddie tended to go through roommates like sliced bread. Rarely did one make it a full semester living with her before she drove them to request a room change.

That was half the fun of always having a random assignment; the never ending supply of unsuspecting guinea pigs. Of course, it didn't escape her that this sort of pattern resulted in her having fewer friends than was really socially acceptable, but Maddie always managed to shrug that fact off. She had better things to do than make friends with people she didn't want to get to know in the first place.

Her fingers froze over her keyboard as she turned her head to look at Anya, smirk still on her face. Her answer was a rather simple one, very self-explanatory and to the point. "It seemed like a good idea at the time." Her brows rose slightly and the unfaltering smirk showed that she still believed it to indeed be a good idea. Well, it was a good idea on her part... For Anya, however, it had been the farthest thing from a good idea. Maddie just never took other people's perspectives into consideration.

"Anything else?" The question was almost an afterthought as she fixed her cold eyes on her roommate. An answer was the difference between being able to finish her work or holding was she was quickly beginning to deem a pointless conversation. Because she hadn't taken the time to get to know Anya, she had decided to dislike her, and because she disliked her, Maddie did not want to talk to her if she could help it.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-image: url(http://i1222.photobucket.com/albums/dd500/Kiipcha/oceanbreezebg-1.png); padding-bottom: 20px;] words // 295 // outfit // already described in previous posts // tagged // Maddie spread your wings AND LET YOUR FEATHERS TOUCH THE SKY "It seemed like a good idea at the time." Maddie was making it very difficult for Anya to even consider getting along with her. At the moment the only thing optimistic thing she could think of was that at least Maddie didn't utterly despise her, and was only using her as a source of entertainment. But even that thought was entirely happy. "Anything else?" Anya looked back down at her beginning of an assignment, which the closer she looked at it wasn't a piece of work that she would be necessarily proud of, "No, just keep working." She erased all that she had written down, being one to never enjoy turning in work that she felt wasn't given her all. The Russian girl continued to work on the assignment, occasionally casting a glance at the clock as she waited for the next ten minutes to pass. She truly hoped that she would be able to pick up where she had left off on her work after her visit to the nurse's office. Anya didn't think she could handle getting stuck on her simple homework after the crappy day she had been given. One more look at the clock determined that the hallways would either be clear or close to clear, which was good enough for Anya. Without another thought Anya collected the rest of her things and placed them in her bag. It was then that she wished that she had some sort of lock on the bag so that Maddie wouldn't mess with her stuff, but as the pain in her wing grew worse all she really wanted was to leave the room. With her wing dragging behind her, Anya left the room, not even bothering to say a goodbye to her mischevious roommate. notes // None

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