notarrowette: (Cissie is an archer)
Cissie had spent the last several days at Roy's, lying low and trying to put on a good front for Lian's benefit. She didn't like worrying Roy, Dick and Lian, but she just wasn't up for seeing other people, or pretending for her classmates--she didn't think she could explain what was wrong, and she knew people would ask. So she let them make excuses for her to miss school and hid in her room or played with Lian until Thursday.

She had agreed to participate in an archery competition/exhibition with other professional archers, and even if being in public was the last thing she wanted to do right now, she had made a promise and had to keep it. So she went, and competed.

And then everything went to Hell. )

[OOC: In the spirit of giving credit where credit is due, [livejournal.com profile] mrsarcastic003 and [livejournal.com profile] oracle_knows were my brainstormers and [livejournal.com profile] shananagin offered to help with the writing--Jonathan is all hers! Thanks, everyone! ♥]

notarrowette: (Confused Cissie)
[RP with [livejournal.com profile] father_archer]

Cissie had told Roy she would call him after she talked with her mother, but she waited a few hours to do it. She needed to compose herself so he wouldn't think she was upset when she called.

notarrowette: (Pensive (Amanda))
[RP with [livejournal.com profile] olympus_girl]

Cissie had a moment of brief panic when she realized Cassie was coming up to hang out and watch movies--it had been so long since they'd done that, and she was trying to let things go and give Cassie a chance. She had missed her, even if she wasn't sure if she was ready to forgive her yet. She ran around doing some last second cleaning of her room, shoving things in her closet before Cassie arrived.

notarrowette: (Sleepy Cissie)
[RP with Roy (and Dick. And Tim!) Let's just say this happens after The Lube Fight?]

Cissie felt like crap. She was tired and achy and hadn't stopped coughing all day. By the time she got back to her room after classes, practice and dinner, all she wanted to do was crawl into bed under a million covers and not get up again until the weekend.

However, there were two chapters of A Tale of Two Cities to read, a history quiz to study for and twenty math problems to solve before she could. She put on her pajamas, plugged in her Christmas lights and settled in at her desk to try to work. One hour and five math questions later, she gave up and crawled into bed, huddling under her covers with Dickens.

She fell asleep halfway through the first paragraph.
notarrowette: (Pensive (Amanda))
[RP with [livejournal.com profile] ihavettk]

Cissie wasn't completely sure how Kon had managed to get her to agree to this. She hadn't actually thought he would fly all the way to Switzerland just to get her chocolate, but she should have known better, considering what was at stake. But now he was on his way with probably enough chocolate to feed the entire school, and she really had no idea what to expect when he got there.
notarrowette: (Bitch plz)
RP with [livejournal.com profile] itseggplant

Part of being Elias' resident celebrity was that whenever prospective students arrived for tours, Cissie was one of the first students asked to conduct said tour. There were usually groups who came through every month or so, and Cissie didn't think much of it this time--until she got a good look at one of the girls, who was hanging toward the back of the group. She kept avoiding making eye contact with her, but every time Cissie looked her way, the girl looked away quickly, as if she'd been watching her. Cissie wasn't a stranger to gawking, or people staring at her, or even looking at her with that "how do I know you?" look, but there was something different about this girl.

Her fellow tour guide was giving the group the standard "life in the dorms" speech before they started leading them through one of the buildings when Cissie realized why she thought she recognized her--because she did.

She managed to paste a smile on her face and lead the tour of the athletic grounds, but as soon as Tori took over and began leading the new girls back to the school, she dropped to the back of the group. She grabbed Steph's elbow and hauled her behind a set of bleachers, only letting her go when they were out of sight.

"Why are you here?"
notarrowette: (Cissie says Hee!)
[RP with [livejournal.com profile] sofasterthanyou]

Cissie dragged just about every snack food she had out of the cupboard before turning to the mini-fridge. She was going to need to go shopping tomorrow but she didn't care at all. She checked her cell phone again after sticking some nachos in the microwave--nothing from Tim yet. She was dying to tell him about Bart, but she knew he was working and she didn't want to risk interrupting, particularly since he'd warned her that he would be out of touch for a while.

While the microwave worked its magic, she went back to her computer and laughed at Bart's latest message before sending one in return: "So--are you coming over?"

Cissie sat back in her chair and chewed on her lip while she waited.
notarrowette: (Cissie is an archer)
[RP with [livejournal.com profile] father_archer]

Cissie had been nervous about today, but once she arrived at Roy's, things were just--easy and really nice. Lian was so sweet, adorable and friendly, and she had greeted Cissie with a hug and a guided tour. The Robin Hood marathon was the most fun Cissie could remember having without Tim in a long while. The three of them ate more junk food than Cissie thought was possible, and sometime during the last movie, Lian passed out in a sugar coma across Roy's lap. Cissie was surprised and touched when Lian gave her a huge hug before letting Roy tuck her into bed. Once Lian was in bed, Cissie followed Roy out to his car for the drive back to Elias.

"Thanks for having me over," she said, buckling her seatbelt. "I had a lot of fun."

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