The Stairs

[ktqueen]

Lunch time. Aisling had already eaten, during class when she had gotten hungry. Not that the teacher had seemingly cared much, but now she had nothing better to do except sit on the stairs. So, there she was, sitting.

Black converse rested on the steps below her, olive green capris ending at her calfs. Several chains hung from her belt loops. A white tight tank top hugged her upper torso. But her normal tan jacket was cast to the side, resting as well. The red locks that fell almost to her waist hung on her shoulders, and on a few steps as well.

Aisling was just...relaxing. There was no other way to describe it. She didn't care who walked past or what anyone said. She just sat there, waiting for lunch to be over. If she could, she'd just spend the rest of the day sitting here, ignoring everyone. That would be perfect. Purly perfect.

[elora]

Lunch time. What a witch! Yes, in fact lunch period was one of the worst parts of a day for Elora. And why? Well, at least in class she was able to force herself to listen to the boring speeches of the teachers who stalled every now and then, but on lunch break all the fine strapping lads toddled and danced around in one large room making a whole lot of racket as they enjoyed their brown-bagged meals.

Elora never brought lunch when she came to school, and why? She always woke up five minutes from when the bell would ring, and she didn't have time to pack herself lunch the day before, and since Justin was so lazy sometimes he couldn't lift his second beer by himself there was no sense depending on him to pack lunch for herself. So Elora always went to school, late, no lunch and no lunch money so at this time of the day she was always quite bored!

Normal clothes, green top, blue jeans, black and white tennis shoes and her gold thread earrings with glossy emeralds pierced into her earlobes. Elora slipped her hands into her pockets and portrayed herself in the quiet hallways of #259, just walking about when she came to a grouping of stairs. And she was going to sit on these stairs! ... wow, that's extraordinary. Pfft. Elora couldn't bring herself to advancing towards the stairs any further, recalling one thing and one thing only that made her stall ... Ashlee. Until of course she saw a redhead sitting on the second or third bottom stair when she got closer, Elora decided she might be able to make a friend in the boring lunch period so she slowly walked up, finally stopping paces away from the girl she greeted her,

"Hello there." She spoke, the words escaping from in between the purple-ish crimson lipstick which stained her tender lips. "I guess I'm not the only one skipping lunch?" Elora took a guess.

OOC: I think they call this bad humor? ><

[ktqueen]

Her ears picked up another's voice. The bright green eyes moved until they fell on the speaker. Another girl, just standing there. Aisling sat up fully, resting her elbows on her knees.

"Skipping lunch? I already ate."

Not much more to say on that matter. Now here was the question for the red head. Be friendly and possibly make a friend.... or just be herself and see what happens. Hmmm.

"I'm Aisling."

That wouldn't hurt right? People knew her name. If they didn't, they would sooner or later. She tended to make scenes beating the hell out of people anyways...

[elora]

Elora advanced towards the girl a bit more, but kept a distance from the staircase. Killed once with a pair of dominoes a young girl who had fallen down a set of stairs, Elora sighed. A girl, a staircase, herself, only the worst could brew from such a situation. Elora shook her head, no, maybe this might be an opportiunity to make a friend in the boring period of the day? She walked forward, close enough to see the simple face of the girl sitting on the stairs. "She looks chinese ..." Elora thought to herself but she wasn't sure, the girl did look a bit too ... different to be asain, though Elora had only seen asain people in the few chinese restaurants in England that she passed by with her parents. So who knew? Elora just dropped that little thought, though she knew it was quite indifferent to encounter a red-haired asain.

"Skipping lunch? I already ate." The girl spoke, Elora bit her lip and was close to send her a reply, but then the girl stalled her again. "I'm Aisling."

Elora nodded, people were a lot more talkative nowadays. More or less, it seemed all the talkative people were the highschool students. "I'm not quite skipping it purposely, I didn't bring lunch or lunch money, and the snob I live with isn't half sane enough to conjour me up a brown bag of bites like all the other kids have their family pack for them in the morning. So, I guess technically I'm skipping lunch, but I really don't have any lunch to skip so ... " She shrugged, "And I'm ... Elora. But you can call me Domino, and I'd pretty much prefer to be called Domino, not even my mother calls me Elora nowadays." She said bluntly, a frown wiped across her face when she mentioned her mother and then took a deep breath.

[ktqueen]

"...You should plan ahead then..."

That was for the lunch part. Everyone should think ahead. Even Aisling did that between her odd life. Thus why she brought her lunch everyday. But bah, to each their own right?

"Domino then. People here have weird nicknames."

Aisling herself had never been called anything except the two parts of her name. Aisling...and Yong. Dream and courage. First name and last. Bah.

"Domino got a reason behind it?"

A smirk, it was an interesting name. It should have an interesting back story to it at least. Aisling wanted to hear it now.

[elora]

Elora moved forward still and then stopped a few feet from the staircase and Aisling, collasping onto the floor, she sat with her knees up clasped against her chest and pointed to the ceiling, wrapping her arms around her legs she relaxed herself on the empty floor. She didn't know whether it was Aisling's intentions to carry on the conversation or not, and if Aisling was just asking questions out of the words that Elora ushered at her but either way it wouldn't hurt to make herself comfortable.

"...You should plan ahead then..."
Aisling said, Elora honestly shared a nod with Aisling and was about to explain why she couldn't and oftenly didn't, but Aisling had spoken again regardin Elora's alias. "Domino then. People here have weird nicknames. Elora grinned, maybe so her alias was considered weird, but she prefered to go by that name. And the guilt of her sister's death would stay with her as long as the name did, that Elora could promise anyone and everyone. And frankly, she was impressed, Aisling was quite the talker, yesh. For Elora had thought it was the proper time to speak up now, but not before Aisling sent a question in her direction,

"Domino got a reason behind it?"
Elora blinked, her dark emerald orbs gazed at Aisling poorly and went puppy-ish but quickly returned back to a normal looking stare as began her replies. "Your ... planning ahead idea, I haven't thought of it once, but twice, or probably a dozen times even. You see, for about the first three days I started coming to this school I packed my own lunch. Crackers, a piece of cheesecake and some meatloaf, and I put it safely and neatly into the fridge. But - I live with someone...his name is Justin, he's not an alcoholic but he drinks most of his day away and his jack daniels' are always accompanied by the usual reality T.V, and it turns out, each time I packed my lunch it was never there in the morning, and so I decided...bah! Well, he ate it, I mean, yeah, so I decided not to pack myself in the night. And if I tried morning time...I can't pack it in the morning because I always wake up five minutes from the bell ring and I always have to run here, I hardly sleep with my nigthwear so ... yesh ... " Elora sighed, embarrased to speak of her roommate-much-like overseer.

"And...my nickname....ohmigosh! I sort of...gave it to myself because...I killed my sister with domiones when I was...seven...eight years old? I forgot. Um...I didn't actually go up to her and stab her with them or anything, it's just...I'm not superstious but, I ... it's sort of my fault that my older sister, Ashlee, is dead, I believe. And I believe a hundred percent that I killed her and it was with ... dominoes. And I can't bear to lie to myself and tell myself otherwise, and I wanted myself to remember that it was my fault that she's not alive this day, so yesh...I like to call myself Domino, and heck, even my parents call me that to this day so why not just ... stick with it? ... it's a long story, are you sure your interested in hearing it?" Elora didn't know if she was quite sure about sharing her drama with Aisling, she didn't know if Aisling would understand, but if she so much as wanted to hear the background of the name then Elora would not hesitate any further to tell her.

[ktqueen]

Boy...she talked quiet a bit once she started going....but Aisling had to admit that it was a bit interesting. A small smirk came onto her face, until she stopped and stared.

"You...killed your sister...with Dominoes??? Now how the hell did you do that?"

Long story short...Aisling wanted to know how it happened. It was a question you had to think about. How could you kill some one with those things?

Aisling was all ears for this. A story she didn't want to miss.


ooc: crap post sorry, I couldn't think ^^;;;

[elora]

Elora didn't want to spook Aisling with the story, but since she had requested it, Elora would presume in telling her the whole thing.

"Well one day when my parents were away, back in London, I only moved here four years ago, me and Ashlee, my older sister, were playing on the third floor of our mansion with our barbie dolls. We were using them as our weapons, and we were both young women trying to escape from one another, dangerous people with guns! We used the blonde fake hair as the bullets and so on, and then after a few games Ashlee had wanted to play with my doll, Stacey, but I hadn't wanted to give her the doll because it was actually my favorite one of the many I had. And so I rejected, telling her to go to hell, I was a bit young to be cursing people, especially my sister, but I was very mad at her for trying to take my doll! And so on, I ran into my room and locked the door, and Ashlee called me well ... I wouldn't call it an insult but it was the worst thing someone could call me back then, a 'rich whiney', anyhow, she retreated from trying to get the doll from me after I locked my door and then ... " Elora had rambled on for a bit now, but she didn't even notice that. "And then .... eheh ... she left and I assumed she was going downstairs, when I pulled out some...dominoes, odd weapon, eh? For murder ... and I ... I lined them all up and then tapped one over, and uh ... after the last domino fell ... " Elora had trouble telling this part, but she took a breath and continued. "After the last domino fell, so did Ashlee...fell and snapped her neck...and...I don't know, I don't think it was a coincedence! I think ... I'm not superstious but I do believe that on that very day, how many years ago? I killed my sister ... I ... I don't know how else to put it, the reason for her death. There was nothing she could slip on, and Ashlee was very good at climbing and dismounting stairs so...I..." Elora seized, not wanting to say anymore, too regretful for her older sister's death. Ashlee...