[M.E.] Unwilling Participant/s? (Elmira)

[Patrick O'Connor]

Patrick was known for two things at PHS 42. First and foremost he was known for violence and destroying anyone who got in his way, brutally and efficiently, sometimes maiming, sometimes killing. He was not a person that one that wanted to have as an enemy. Second though he was known for drinking. He had been drunk or smelled heavily of booze multiple times. He was secodarily known as somewhat of a drunk. Now normally Patrick wouldn't care about what people thought of him but now this posed a problem. Apparently a big thing at this school was this "mock marraige". You were paired off with someone and it was supposed a matchmaking thing. Apparently Patrick had been paired based on his drinking. Fantastic. He was paired with a party girl. This had fun written all over it.

Patrick would have said no. In fact he had said no. There was a problem though. He was not allowed to say no. That damn teacher Dr. Claverling was forcing him too. She said something about it being good for him. Help him "open up". What the hell did she know? Just because she taught that advanced psych class she thought she knew everything? It was stupid. Either he took part in this or he failed her class. He wasn't outright told to make it a good time but it was implied that if by his actions she had a bad time he would fail. Normally Patrick wouldn't care, it was a class and he didn't really care about them. But failing a class at this point would be bad for him. He was 18 and getting close to 19 years old and he was a junior. If he didn't pass this class he could get kicked out of school. He couldn't be quite sure why but he felt like he needed to finish high school. Damn her.

And so a day before the marrage Patrick had to meet with her for the first time apparently. Why? Patrick wasn't entirely sure but it was another stipulation of his passing her class was this meeting to. Said it would be girl stuff or something. He didn't know. Said to meet her in some room at 2:45. It was now 2:55, he was starting to think that Layla meant for him to be extra early incase he was late. Damn teacher.

Patrick today was wearing his usual look, including the scars. On the right side of his face there was a long vertical indenture of a long that ran from his right eyebrow, bisecting his eye down past his nose but before the corner of his mouth. It was the first scar he had gotten and his first memory. His eyes were a deep green and his messy red hair came juest down past his ears, kept out of his eyes only by the white bandanna that was tied around his head. on his chest he wore a black tanktop that revealed the tips of his most famous scars, the pare of wings that were carved into his back. On his hands he wore black fingerless gloves with holes at the knuckles. For his legs he simply wore khaki cargo shorts. And of course Patrick smelled lightly of booze, typical. That too had to go by tommorrow in order to pass.

It was 2:59, Patrick sighed...

[Elmira Medina]

It wasn't against Elmira's nature to be late. In fact, she was late quite often, whether to a class, a meeting, or a party. But frequent party-goers like herself knew better to be exactly on time. There was something called being 'fashionably late.' You didn't look cool if you arrived punctually on time. That, and it wasn't very fun to be the first one there: not enough people to chat with, no dance floor set up, no booze flowing to keep the place interesting.

This time, however, she wasn't late on purpose. It just so happened that her mascara smeared while she was applying it (and every beauty expert knows that you put on mascara last- DUH!), so she pretty much had to start her face over again, at least on the left side, which took awhile, seeing that she was cursed with hideous, disgusting freckles of doom that required a nice bit of foundation and powder to conceal. Not TOO much, though. Too much would clog her pores and give her zits. Ew.

She would have taken her ten-speed over to the room where she was to meet her future hubby-- alright, not right over to the room, but to the area of the school-- but after spending so much time putting on and correcting her makeup, she didn't want to sweat it off. Besides, she needed to make a good impression on this guy, especially if he was super hot and into drunken party girls with flat chests (though she stuffed her bra quite a bit, in case the latter was not true). So instead she took the car, which she still enjoyed. Anything that moved fast was fine by her.

The loud engine vroomed in the parking lot, then screeched as she braked upon finding a nice spot to slide into. It was annoying enough to make head turns. But hey, she couldn't say she didn't absolutely love the attention (though she preferred positive attention over negative attention). She rechecked herself in the rearview mirror, making sure each hair was in place. Hair was a big thing for her, since she planned on cutting and styling it for the rest of her life to make money.

And finally, with flapping sound of her sandals as they smacked her heel and hit the ground growing louder down the hall, she reached the room and opened the door. "Oh em gee, I'm so sorry I'm late!" she cried, plopping her over-sized purse onto a chair. "I totally got caught up in traffic. It was, like, really bad." There was only one guy in the room. Was he the one she was supposed to have the mock wedding with?

[Patrick O'Connor]

Waiting, and waiting. This didn't quite thrill him. he wasn't a big fan of it. Maybe he had just been single for too long. he was used to doing what he wanted, when he wanted and not waiting on anybody. He had always decided the pace and now that there was another person there it was a game of give and take, not excatly a happy position for him. He really had half a mind to leave but then again he needed to pass this class. Damn that Claverling woman.

When the girl that he was supposed to "marry" finally ran into the room anger had given way to frustration. She apologized, giving some excuse but Patrick didn't really care. He merely spoke in an annoyed and frustrated tone angry at first but then calm realizing that she had in her hands the power to pass or fail him, of course she didn't know it, "D-, Nevermind, it not a problem, yer here now. Elmira right? My name's Patrick O'Connor."

Now he wasn't exactly sure why they had to have this little meeting before hand but it was a stipulation to his passing psychology class. He had never had or been to a wedding so he wasn't really sure what this was about. Maybe she had to say what she was wearing or how she was going to do things? Maybe he had to say what he was wearing or what he was going to do. After a moment of Silence Patrick spoke again, "So Claverling said we were supposed to meet here today? To talk about something. About tommorrow? Do ye have any idea why?"

Yes by now she should have figured out that he was very Irish and his accent was very thick. He had had the accent since before he could remember and knew nothing else but it. But he really didn't want to be here. He really didn't want to do this marrage thing tommorrow and particularly didn't want to do the honeymoon thing. He was not a fan of spending much time with anybody, much less a lot of it with one person he didn't know or give a damn about...

[Elmira Medina]

Elmira was pretty judgmental. Perhaps she wouldn't admit it right off the bat, but it was rather obvious. The first thing she did was scan her eyes up and down him, as if she were examining him to pass or fail an appearance test. Well, he was in shape. That was good. She did like a nice, buff guy, and she had some fear, shallow as it was, that the dude she was paired up with would be fat. Not worse than chubby would be overly boney. No, he had a nice body. But erm, those scars? Not exactly the pretty-boy type she wanted for her husband, even if the whole scenario wasn't real. She sighed heavily. She couldn't expect perfection. Maybe he'd be willing to hide the scars with makeup, the same way she covered her freckles with foundation and powder. Or... maybe he wouldn't be willing.

The accent was cute, though. It wasn't so incredibly heavy that she couldn't understand what he was saying, but it left an impression. She liked the idea of him being a sexy, European boy. Ireland was part of Europe, right? Geometry equals yuck. "Yeah, like, we're supposed to arrange this marriage thingy," she responded casually, still looking him over. Patrick. That was an okay name. She thought about calling him Pat for short, then decided she didn't like it. The full name sounded more masculine, the way she wanted it.

"I was thinking that, like, it could be kind of traditional. Like, in a church or something." Would a church actually agree to set aside time for a fake wedding between two teenagers? She didn't really think that far. All she knew is that she wanted it to be pretty, like a practice for whenever her real wedding was, to her real dream man. "My mom already told me I can wear her dress, which is totally cool, 'cause it's like, kind of retro, but not, like, so old that it's ugly. Do you have, like, a nice suit you can wear? You can totally use it again for prom and stuff."

[Patrick O'Connor]

Patrick watched her look him up and down. Henestly he didn't care. He didn't care what kind of girl she was, what she liked to do or anything really. He didn't care what she thought of him or what she really wanted him to look like. He just wanted to pass that class. Patrick did his share of looking up and down her body. Not because he particularly cared but because she was doing it as well. He sensed a sense of self conciousness so he did that only to spite her and because she was doing it. Nothing more, nothing less.

As she answered Patrick sighed, "What a pain." Planning this whole thing? That was annoying. From what Patrick knew there were a few places that would allow them to do it with numerous school dealings or something or other. But to actually have to plan it out that was too much work as far as Patrick was concerned. But when she said church Patrick knew that there was one, "Yeah I'm ok with a church, and I think that there is one that is doing it. A school partner or something like that."

It was one of those "do good" churchs. It was in this only to help students out. Thinking that this would benefit students. Stupid really. They said it had something to do with lowering divorce rates. Stupid really. This did nothing for misson. Show the kids supposedly the greatest moment of their life. There was no real pros as far as he saw. This only showed the new and good part of marrage. Not the knitty, gritty worst part of marraige.

She then asked a question about his dress code as she explained that she had a dress. Some old thing. She said it was good but Patrick didn't know. His disinterest that seemed to be rising at the moment. But yes he did have a suit. A really nice one actually. It was a good suit. Patrick had killed for that suit and had done a lot of killing in that suit. It had gotten him into meetings that he would not have otherwise been allowed into. With a grin on his face rising he said, "Yes, I have a suit. An Armani. Good thing that is a black coat Have a white shirt and a red tie. Matching pants and shoes."

[Elmira Medina]

"Ooo!" Elmira glowered in awe as he mentioned the suit. She love brand names and expensive things. Yes, it was another aspect of her shallowness, but she was a spoiled rich girl. She was expected to turn out this way. If she had a different attitude toward fancy clothes and their labels, she would have been unique among the wealthy brats. "That's perfect!" It really was. What could be better than the high-end Italian designer suit. "Okay, so like, since you have a red tie, we can totally make our color red. The bridesmaid dresses will be red, the decorations and stuff will be red, and oh! We'll totally have all the flowers be red roses. That's, like, the best type of flower anyway, right? Red roses are like, totally classy. Or you know, we could have, like, red, black, and white. Three colors to coordinate with. They'll still be really gorgeous."

But could this all be organized? Sure, she was a spoiled rich girl, as mentioned, but would Daddy really be willing to plop down all this money for a fake wedding to this Patrick guy? After all, her father was her main source of income, especially since she never got that 'job' thing that he had suggested he get. Work? Bleh. There was plenty of time to work after she grew old and gross. While she was young and, um, not gross, she'd rather have fun.

"I don't know how that church thing works, though. They might already have a basic setup, and we're just supposed to show. I mean, we can't be expected to totally design the perfect wedding in, like, a day. Plus, it's not like it's real or anything." She sighed. Oh well. She didn't really have the dedication to follow through with any of her plans, anyway. She'd probably get bored of it half way and want to move on to something else. "Do, we, uh, have to like, write vows or something?" Now that would be even less fun than designing a wedding. She didn't like writing very much. It felt like homework.

[Patrick O'Connor]

She started going through all of the plans that were going through her head. They seemed long and intracite. Honestly all this bored Patrick. Is this really what people who led normal lives did? Arrange weddings and spend so much time and money on pointless things? Patrick had been around the darkside of life but he had never thought it was that bad. It seemed, so shallow. So much of a waste. Now he was not one of those "save the rainforest" people, he would just as soon burn it all as he would save it but seriously. It seemed excessive. He just couldn't really see the point. Call him whatever you felt like he didn't care but he had a hard time seeing the point when everything was so transperant. But either way he felt like he had to say something in order to mantain his passing grade, regardless of how disinterested it sounded, "Sounds good to me."

She started talking about the church and its setup and Patrick had to speak with all honesty on this one, "I think the church isn't a big deal. I think they are set up. I mean we're just high school kids. They are not going to go all out for this."

He just didn't care. This was becoming more and more of a pain as it went on. What the hell was that Doctor getting at? That dealing with people really was a waste of time? Patrick was really beginning to think that blowing his brains out was a viable option. Then came the question about writing down voes and Patrick answered a little annoyed at the idea, "No I don't think so, I mean ye and I are only stuck together for a day and a night. Not the real deal right? Why waste the time?"

That was exactly what Patrick was planning. After this was over he would never see her again. He didn't want to. It might show that he was going to be around for awhile. He just wasn't willing to do that. People were only good for one thing dying.

He wasn't going to make that mistake, ever again...

[Elmira Medina]

Elmira furred her brows together. Patrick didn't seem very excited about the whole thing. It was rather disappointing. She wanted somebody to share the anticipation and enthusiasm with, and apparently her partner didn't want to be that person. This sucked. Why was she paired up with this guy, anyway? Almost all of the aspects she wanted in her husband were missing. He didn't seem to have any genuine interest in her, even as a friend, working on this project together. Oh yeah, and he was shorter than her. Most people were, but she had some small hope that she'd finally be paired up with a guy who was at least an inch taller. Damn. She hated her height, among some of her other physical traits.

But hey, she didn't want to write vows, and he made it sound like she wasn't going to have to do so. That was a relief. Just repeat after the guy in the middle who does most of the talking (minister? priest? random person? She didn't really know). "Oh goo-" Wait. They were stuck together for a day and a night? By night, he meant the reception, right? It wasn't as if they had to carry out some sort of fake honeymoon. No church that she knew of would condone such a thing. "Night? You mean, stay until the next morning?"

[Patrick O'Connor]

He wondered when this girl would realize that he did not share her enthusiasm about this little project. That he was only doing this for a grade. If she remained too overenthusiastic then this was going to be a long, long project. Then she seemed to realize it. It was kind of amusing. It wasn't really much, just the emotional charge in the room seemed to die. That was funny in of itself.

She seemed happy until that he had said that they needed the vows. But then she stopped. Patrick looked at her mildly interested, wondering what the problem was. She seemed to realize the part about the honey moon. She didn't seem to thrilled. She had hit it right on the head. It seemed odd that the church wanted to support this if there was a honeymoon. But who knew the church was doing wacky things these days. Maybe Patrick at least found someone to complain to about this, "Yeah, its kind of dumb. He have to do a fake honeymoon for that night. They have a hotel and room for us ready. It's a pain really. But a grade is a grade right?"

There Patrick had said it. That he wasn't real thrilled about it. He was only doing this for a grade and he only really wanted to get through this quickly. He wasn't sure how she would take this but who knew? Maybe she'd throw in the towel and get him a failing grade. Maybe she'd resign that this was pointless too. Or maybe she would continue and try and get his spirit into it.

Who knew?

[Elmira Medina]

What? That was crazy. Elmira's eyes widened as Patrick spoke. A fake honeymoon?! It was exactly the type of thing she had been thinking that they would not do. Well, sort of. Technically, it was the first idea that came to mind, but only because it made her kind of nervous. "Well, umm... that's certainly interesting... very interesting..." she reiterated slowly, not even giving herself enough free space to add an annoying 'like' randomly in the middle of her statement.

It was fake, though. The word 'fake' was key. She heard him say it herself. What did people do on a fake honeymoon? Have fake sex? She wasn't going to let her mind tiptoe around it. Everybody knew the main thing that people did on the honeymoon was have sex. After all, they were supposedly virgins, waiting until marriage to deflower themselves. That was the point of the bride wearing white, showing that she was pure and chaste. Elmira happened to be virginal, but not by choice. Her flirtier side came out mostly when she was shit-faced drunk, at which point most people weren't aroused by her. Even she knew it would be pretty awkward to sleep with her when she was totally smashed. Oh, and she was taller than almost everyone and had practically no boobs. That could be a problem. Or maybe it was because of those traits that she lacked confidence, and her lack of confidence kept potential mates clear. In any case, she foresaw a honeymoon being very awkward, even if it was fake sex (which was what, dry humping and moaning sounds?). They'd probably just hang out around the hotel until they fell asleep seperately.

But getting back on track, as she had predicted, Patrick was not thrilled about the wedding. Now she had his words to prove it. All for a grade, eh? Elmira liked the idea of a pretty wedding, a celebration where she would get tons of attention. Grades weren't really that important to her, though perhaps they should be, seeing as her parents wanted her to have a decent GPA. She was already a super-senior, as went the word for nineteen plus year-old twelfth graders. "Alright. We'll get through this. I'll try not to make it too hard on ya." She half smirked. "What time should we start this thing? Maybe, uh, two-ish?" She really had no idea when weddings normally started. Were they in the morning or in the evening? They usually served dinner, right? That meant that the ceremony had to be over by dinner time. "I'll be at the church an hour early, just to get ready and whatever."

[Patrick O'Connor]

She seemed to have a problem with the honeymoon part. Either it was the fact that it was a "honeymoon" or she was merely suprised. Most likely it had to do with the fact that sex was involved. To be quite blunt Patrick didn't care. The whole thing about being chaste and what not and the white being symbolic at the wedding. It didn't really matter for Patrick anyway. That ship had sailed. It had sailed a long time ago. That's not to say that Patrick was a sex addict. He was just, no longer a virgin. Even though it was two or three year agon Patrick had remained monogamous so far. That didn't really matter much anymore now did it? As far as Patrick was concerned he didn't care if they had sex or not. If they did, they did, if they didn't, they didn't. Either way Patrick wasn't getting emotionally involved.

She then acknowledged the fact that Patrick didn't care how this went one way or the other. He gave a slight grin at her comment. She then gave a time for it to start, "That's fine with me."

She said that she was going to be at the church an hour early to get ready. Patrick figured that it would be a good idea to get down there and help too. In fact if that damn Doctor were going to be there then he kinda had to be. It was not a big deal though. He figured that helping set up wouldn't really be a big deal anyway. Getting off the wall he said, "Alright, I'll be there. To get ready and stuff. Later."

Patrick left the room, to go and get ready...

[Elmira Medina]

[OOC: Time skip ^^;]

Ugh. God, it was so bright out. Elmira squinted her eyes before fully opening them, which took a little bit of time. The blanket from her bed was draped across her torso, leaving her upper half and her legs to dangle out uncovered. Her gaze shifted to the clock on her wall. Twelve-thirty already? Geez. Why didn't the sunlight streaming through her window bother her until now?

She stretched for a few minutes, then finally pulled herself out of bed to enter the bathroom. The mirror was her first indication of the fact that she slept in her clothes. Damn, what happened last night? She remembered bits and pieces. Oh yeah, she was telling people she was having a bachelorette party, mostly to get free drinks. Lots of people were willing to pay for her booze and good times if she made up that kind of bull.

The water for the hot shower started to steam the mirrors. Right, she should open a window. It was stupid, but she actually had to get ready to get ready for the wedding. That is, she had to clean up and get dressed only to change again and start over again. But she couldn't very well show up at the place already in the gown. It'd be weird.

Once dressed and dry, she grabbed a protein bar (these things were healthy, right?) and hopped into the car, this time driving a bit slower and lazier than before. Then she just had to find whatever room was reserved for a dressing area.

[Patrick O'Connor]

OOC: No timeskip fillers? YEEEESSSSS!!!!! ;D

He had had the nightmares again that night. No different from everyother problems he had drank himself into near a coma. When he woke up the next morning he groaned. The light was way too bright. Patrick immediatly rolled down the window of his pickup truck, leaned outside and puked all over the pavement. His head was pounding and he had to squint to see. He reached into his pocket and took out that bottle of pills that he had killed off of that dealer about fifeteen posts back. He took a pill and put it in his mouth and took it dry.

He waited a few minutes before starting his truck up. He looked at the clock. It was noon. That was not a good thing. He still needed to take a shower and what do you know? He was technically homeless. Getting that shower was going to be fun. He was going to have to do what he usually did. Break into someone's house and use the shower. Only problem was that the neighborhood he usually did that in was across town. That made things difficult. He was going to have to find a house that was not being used. Patrick knew what to look for but normally breaking into a house that was more then a smash and grab was about time and observation. You needed a lot of it. That was something Patrick didn't have. He could break into a house take the shower and leave without anyone being able to find he was there. He still had time for that he just had to find the house.

It took far too long to do that and Patrick wasn't even entirely sure that it was unoccupied. He knew that there was no one there at the moment but he didn't knew if people were living there. Yeah, that would be an awkward conversation, "Ma'am I broke into yer house to use the shower." Well anyway he found out that there were people that lived there. he would have to try and make this extra quick. He got in, making sure not to leave anyprints just incase things went wrong. Took the shower and was lucky enough to get out of there. Unexciting really. Untill he got into his truck and saw a car pull into the driveway that belonged o the house he had broke into. With a chuckle he drove away. He found a lone parking lot that he got changed in. Into his suit.

He was not out of the woods yet, he still had a decent way to drive until he got to the church. To make it worse his truck's clock was broken. He started driving. He now knew that he was running late but not sure by how much. Would he be able to help out or would he be late for the ceremony? If it was the later he hoped that that damn Claverling woman wasn't there. he finally got to the church and walked in the door. Time to see how late he was...

OOC: decide! XD

[Demetra Katsaros]

[OOC: Decide how late he is? >_>;]

Getting ready hadn't been all that hard, actually. Elmira had assumed that it would be rather stressful, but since it wasn't a real wedding, the pressures weren't there; that, and the people who would normally create those pressures weren't there. In fact, she had no idea who would show up to this thing. She never sent out any invitations. People were just filing into the church, half expecting a performance of some kind, as if they had nothing better to do with their lives than watch two teenagers have a fake marriage. Hey, maybe it was pretty amusing. Oh, unless the audience consisted mostly of Patrick's buddies. Now, not to sound mean, but Elmira was under the impression that Patrick wasn't super popular, unless he played off his persona as a bad boy rebel, which could potentially get him tons of chicks. Girls dig that kind of thing. Wait, we weren't just talking about the female sex, though, right?

Anyway, the preparations went smoothly. Elmira didn't have anything to do with decorations or what-not. As the bride, she figured that was done for her, especially if the church had some kind of program running to perform these types of ceremonies all the time. All she did is put her hair in a bunch of curlers beforehand, slip into the twenty-year-old wedding dress (at least it smelled fine, even if it was a little tight), do her make-up as she would if she were going to a fancy party, and take the curlers out. Transformation complete.

It was a little sad putting on a veil after having those rollers sit in her hair so long, but it was tradition. So was walking down the aisle slowly to that annoying organ rendition of "Here Comes the Bride" (what the hell were the words to the song after those in the title?). What wasn't traditional, however, was the groom being missing. Elmira scowled. Where the hell is he? Halfway down the row, she heard the door open, and she turned her head to see her hubby-to-be. "Double-you tee eff...?" she hissed under her breath.

[Patrick O'Connor]

Patrick opened the door to the church and, Oh damn. The "bride to be" was halfway to the pulpit. Oh that was bad. He was in a lot of trouble. He really, really hoped that Dr. Claverling hadn't come to see if he showed. If she did he might as well turn around and walk out right now. He would have failed anyway. However after a quick scan he didn't see her. Then again she was a wiley one. He would have to hope. He started a quick walk, almost a jog around the side of the pews. He had to make his way to the front. He apologized to the pastor and took his place. He looked to where the "bride train" had stopped and realized that there had been a pause in the time that he had arrived. He gave another quick scan at the crowd wondering if they were all Elmira's friends, because Patrick certainly didn't have any nor did he had any family.

The music resumed and everything proceeded forward again. For the first time Patrick seriously looked at Elmira for the first time today. He had to admit she looked good. Then again everyone looked good for this day right? And either way it didn't matter. This was just for that grade. Patrick just wanted to pass that class and stay in school. Though it was rather odd. Patrick felt almost naked with his hair nicely combed and without his bandanna and gloves.

As Elmira made her way to the altar Patrick said, "Sorry about being late."