Room 311, Sunday Morning
Sep. 11th, 2011 08:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
its_theclimbA very loud, empassioned argument was being had in room 311 as frantic music played. And this argument, naturally, involved a wig being tossed on and off between speakers.
"I can't believe you want to take this away from me!" Hannah-Miley accused. In addition to having blonder hair, she was better-dressed than Miley, despite switching on a split-second's notice.
"I don't!" Miley-Miley shot back, taking the wig off and frowning determinedly. "All I said was that my life would be easier if I didn't have you to worry about!"
Hannah-Miley threw the wig back on, shimmering in a radiant ballgown that had suddenly appeared. "So you want to tell the world, is that it? Get yourself checked into a facility? Your every move scrutinized by doctors and nurses?"
Miley-Miley began to cry. One tear at a time, of course. "All I want is to be free," she whispered. She was in So Much Pain!
Now Hannah-Miley decided enough was enough. "Fine," she hissed. "Then until you can come to your senses, I'm in control." She put the wig on with a smug smile. "Later, Miley."
And with that, she took Miley's collage of photos off of the wall and began to cut them up, all the while playing her last few hits at maximum volume on her iPod speakers. While Miley wailed inside, of course.
[[I'm... I'm really not sure. Open.]]
"I can't believe you want to take this away from me!" Hannah-Miley accused. In addition to having blonder hair, she was better-dressed than Miley, despite switching on a split-second's notice.
"I don't!" Miley-Miley shot back, taking the wig off and frowning determinedly. "All I said was that my life would be easier if I didn't have you to worry about!"
Hannah-Miley threw the wig back on, shimmering in a radiant ballgown that had suddenly appeared. "So you want to tell the world, is that it? Get yourself checked into a facility? Your every move scrutinized by doctors and nurses?"
Miley-Miley began to cry. One tear at a time, of course. "All I want is to be free," she whispered. She was in So Much Pain!
Now Hannah-Miley decided enough was enough. "Fine," she hissed. "Then until you can come to your senses, I'm in control." She put the wig on with a smug smile. "Later, Miley."
And with that, she took Miley's collage of photos off of the wall and began to cut them up, all the while playing her last few hits at maximum volume on her iPod speakers. While Miley wailed inside, of course.
[[I'm... I'm really not sure. Open.]]
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Date: 2011-09-11 12:39 pm (UTC)"Keep it down in there!" he called out from the hallway.
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Date: 2011-09-11 12:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2011-09-11 12:46 pm (UTC)So she switched the track to The Climb, knowing that its powerful message and simple beauty would convince him that she was right.
"Don't you see what my music does to people?" she shouted. "It spreads inspiration!"
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Date: 2011-09-11 12:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-11 12:52 pm (UTC)She checked her appearance in the mirror (perfect as always) before slipping into the hall to find Dave. Sweetly, and fully expecting her radiant exterior to do the work her music hadn't, she asked, "Would you come in here for a second?"
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Date: 2011-09-11 12:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-11 12:59 pm (UTC)FEAR HER, DAVE. FEAR HER AND HER WILY WAYS.
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Date: 2011-09-11 01:03 pm (UTC)He did sit a little farther away than Hannah was indicating, though, out of fear, yes.
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Date: 2011-09-11 01:05 pm (UTC)Or as huskily as Miley Cyrus' voice could really get. Maybe she was dubbed."I tried to make it sum up the journey toward self-discovery and true, spiritual success."And her hand was moving! Hi, Dave's leg.
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Date: 2011-09-11 01:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-11 01:09 pm (UTC)She paused. Her lips were close to his neck now, and she whispered in his ear, "Those?"
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Date: 2011-09-11 01:13 pm (UTC)On the plus side, the adrenaline and panic caused by Hannah being that close were making him very alert even without coffee!
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Date: 2011-09-11 01:15 pm (UTC)Suddenly the wig was flung off and Miley leapt away.
"Oh, thank the Lord!" she exclaimed, crossing herself. "Why, Hannah, why?"
The wig was back on. "To hurt you," Hannah hissed. "Hurt you through HIM!"
"Noooo!" Miley cried, but Hannah had control again.
She flopped back on the bed, asking sweetly, "You were saying?"
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Date: 2011-09-11 01:19 pm (UTC)And then, almost as an afterthought, "And what do you mean, hurting someone through me?"
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Date: 2011-09-11 01:21 pm (UTC)"Oh, that was nothing," she assured him. "I just like to do little acting exercises once in a while. You're just so haaaaandsome, so you were a part of it this time."
That was logical.
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Date: 2011-09-11 01:26 pm (UTC)Considering his current profession, if he were calling out your name, it wouldn't be something to run toward, Dave.
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Date: 2011-09-11 01:28 pm (UTC)"Okay," she said sadly. "'Bye!"
Just then, the song faded out. It was replaced by a Sad Saxophone. Sad, Sad Saxophone.
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Date: 2011-09-11 01:32 pm (UTC)He probably could have gotten away if not for the sad saxophone.
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Date: 2011-09-11 01:40 pm (UTC)Really, no one knew why.
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Date: 2011-09-11 01:44 pm (UTC)He was pretty sure he'd feel bad about it later. Or much sooner if she ended up stabbing him while he was distracted. He'd feel really bad if that happened.
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Date: 2011-09-11 02:03 pm (UTC)Still, she was crazy enough to kiss him hard and try to shift into his lap.
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Date: 2011-09-11 02:09 pm (UTC)He really didn't know what to do with his hands. They just kind of flailed for a little bit, then one ended up on her shoulder while the other was continuing to flail somewhere off to the side.
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Date: 2011-09-11 02:34 pm (UTC)The wig had never been particularly stable to begin with, having just been tossed on, and now it was falling off. Which meant that Miley was affixed to Dave's lips for a moment before pulling away and bursting into tears.
"Get out! Get out get out get out!" she screamed.
...Sorry, Dave.
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Date: 2011-09-11 02:40 pm (UTC)Dave stepped back toward the door after making sure the wig wasn't caught on his hand or anything. "Are you sure? Because..." She was crazy, Dave. CRAAAZY. "You're right, I should probably go."
He turned around and reached for the door knob, hoping he could get out before she either started throwing things at him or calmed down and started trying to kiss him again.
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Date: 2011-09-11 02:43 pm (UTC)And the viewers were led to wonder just why, exactly, all of that had just happened.
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Date: 2011-09-11 02:54 pm (UTC)He was really going to need some damn coffee once all the adrenaline and messed up emotions from this faded.