May I Take Your Hat? [Bo!]

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A war. Wow. Woop-dee-doo. Megara certainly wasn't one to make a big deal out it, running around in a circle until she went out of her mind. Sure, that sounded....No, it didn't sound tempting at all. When it came to standing up for what she believed in, Meg would be the first one there. Really. She would stand up there, march with whatever army of little people were going to go up against the army declaring war on Trenale. Okay. Sure.

Not. Meg would rather not die out fighting in some battle she didn't care very much about. Actually, she would appreciate going back to Greece at this time, but the stupid portals were closed, or something. She'd get on that boat, whatever. When the time came, she'd step on it. Until then, there were some more things to do around the school. In a bit, the war would start. Maybe a couple of days, maybe a week. No one really knew for certain. But one thing Meg did know for sure was that she was going to go into her dorm, and read the new book she'd just taken up from the library.

And then she saw a girl struggling with her keys, in a dorm farther down from her own. Someone Meg never saw before. Marching right up to her, Meg felt a sudden burst of friendliness, something that she hadn't experienced in a while, and opened her mouth. "Hi, I'm...Are you new?" just came out. "Do you need some help or something?" She sounded kind of rude. But hey. That was Megara. Take it or leave it.

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Of course Bonnie's parents had to send her to a school in the middle of a freakin' WAR.

She rolled her eyes at the thought as she tried to jam her key into the dusty, unused keyhole of room 110. The door itself looked very out-of-place in the nice hallway. The other doors had sturdy, dark brown wood that seemed fresh and new while the door to room 110 (which was missing the "0" on the sign, by the way) was old looking and covered in a fine layer of dust. There was even a cobweb in the corner to add to the spooky (almost cheesy spooky) effect. It seemed as if the janitorial staff had ignored the dilapidated door, and in turn, the room.

Bonnie was too busy trying to stab the door with her key to think of the other possibilities.

Maybe the janitors feared 110.

Maybe someone had gone in...and not come out.

"Why won't this stupid key fit into the FUC-Oh!" She turned in surprise to the brunette who had called out to her and walked right up to Bo. After trying one last time to force the door open, she made a frustrated noise and turned to the girl. "I'm sorry, but would you mind helping me out with this door!?" Although she asked it as a question, her tone was very demanding. It's not like she was mean, just...easily frustrated.

Yeah, let's go with that.

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Truthfully, Meg was a bit amused at this picture. The other girl seemed to really be annoyed with her key, or the lock on her door, or something. And she was making quite a spectacle out of it, too. Hard for Megara to be ignoring that. But she had to admit that after she asked if the girl needed help, she was a bit taken aback at what response she received in return. Not what she was expecting at all.

This could make for a fun day. If Meg put her mind to it.

"Here," Meg finally said, and practically snatched the key from the other girl's hand. "Sometimes, it takes a little more than a push and a tug to get these things to work." Megara demonstrated how she pulled the door in towards her for a slight second as she slid the key in the keyhole, and twisted it nicely in the lock, opening the door. "There we go."

Yup. She was definitely new. Meg rarely forgot a face. Granted, it was usually the faces of the men that she rarely forgot, but she'd know a new face when she saw one. "I'm...Megara. Or Meg. Whatever you feel suits you." She shrugged, but managed a smile. "And you are...?"

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As Meg opened the door, Bo tried to memorize the way she did it. It wouldn't be hard for most people to remember a simple way to open a door, but Bonnie was really bad at remembering things. She often forgot to close the door to her house at night, even though her parents had tried to engrave that into her schedule. Also, when she had gotten onto campus, she honestly couldn't remember where she was supposed to be going. It's not like she had ADD and was distracted by everything, it's just that thoughts just vanished out of her head.

The only way thoughts could become permanent is if she drew them. That's why she took up art and tattoo-drawing. She was just thinking about another good tattoo idea when the door swung open and Meg introduced herself.

"I'll call you Meg. It suits you better," she remarked, picking up her bags and walking into the room.

The door was an obvious indication of the quality of the room. The entire room was covered in dust that had settled a long time ago. The room was a bland beige, and the walls looked like they were peeling. The windows were drawn with thick blinds, so the only light in the room came from the lit hallway. The bed was covered in an old blanket that had long since been covered in colors.

Bo sighed. She had seen worse.

"I guess this is my room," she mumbled, heaving her heavy bag onto the bed. A cloud of dust popped up, causing her to cough and try to swat the nasty stuff away. She sneezed as the dust entered her nose, then turned to Meg. "I'm Bonnie Peep. Call me Bonnie or Bo."

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"Meg it is," the auburn-haired girl said, almost cheerfully, smiling back at the new girl. Meg helped her with a bag, and frowned once they entered the room. It was awfully sad-looking, which was a lot less than she could say for her own dorm room. Did this girl have the room to herself? Because that would be slightly depressing. "Goodness, it's like nobody's been here...ever."

Megara took a peek around the whole room. It looked very old, musty, and completely unoccupied. If anyone had ever been here before, there were certainly no signs of it. "I...You're here on your own? You'll be in this room by yourself?" She almost felt bad for this new girl. The girl appeared to be very nice, and Meg appreciate the nice people.

The new girl then replied back with her name, and Meg smiled at her. "I think...you look more like a Bo," Meg stated, tilting her head to the side as she studied the girl, as if trying to figure her out. "You really actually caught a bad time here at Tintagel. There's this war coming. Not to scare or anything." Yeah, about that war...Megara still had no frakin clue what to do about that. It was like a mystery to her now.

Maybe she would go with the flow. And escape.

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Bo got to work unpacking her things as she listened to Meg talk. If she was going to make her job interview later, she was going to have to locate her schedule and tattoo needles in the giant mess of clothing and paints that was her suitcase. She brought out everything that was on top and sorted it into two piles: clothes and other.

"I don't think I'll be here by myself. Someone else was supposed to move in soon...Clo-something. Cloe? Cloeena? I forget..." She said to Megara, turning her head a little bit to make eye contact and prove that she wasn't ignoring the girl. She hoped Meg didn't think she was being rude. She seemed relatively nice, and it would be nice to have her as a friend. Maybe she could be her first customer for a tattoo!

Her smile turned into a frown when she re-heard about the war. "Yeah, I heard there was going to be a war pretty soon. My, ah, parents told me on the drive up here." She nodded, pulling more and more junk out of her suitcase. Some might say that she had enchanted her luggage to fit more stuff, but that wasn't it. She was just really good at cramming stuff and managing to close the zipper around it. She was honestly surprised it didn't explode when she first opened it.

It was what Meg said next that stuck in her brain, even if it was unintentional. "Not to scare or anything." She was talking to a girl who had survived living with abusive parents for all of her 16 years, was a licensed tattoo artist, and could very easily stab anyone she needed to with a needle. This was a girl who had more strength than most of the girls here from her years of attacking wild animals that threatened the flock. She wasn't a transformed animal either; she was just a normal girl who usually only had a crook to fend off nasty beasts. She, quite frankly, wasn't scared of a lot.

That's why she was staying to fight the incoming army.

"I'm not scared. I'm going to stay and fight," she told Meg, looking her dead in the eye. They might have different opinions, but, as mentioned before, Bo wasn't scared of a lot, especially not a girl she just met.

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"Oh! Well, that's good, then, I guess. It's terrible to be alone," Meg nodded, almost with a sad look in her eyes. Honestly, when it came to being alone, Megara didn't care. She did her own thing, and no one would sway her otherwise. She was a fairly flexible person, but she was far too independent to be unhappy about being alone. However, there was still that one nagging feeling that came up in her gut whenever someone mentioned being alone.

Meg's mouth slightly dropped agape at how many things were in that bag of Bo's. There was probably even a sheep in there or something. "You...drove all the way here during war time?" Meg shook her head, then nodded at the bag. "Damn, girl, what didn't you pack. I mean, do you even need all that stuff?" Meg bought most of the stuff she owned now, in Trenale. There was no point in bringing all of these things, when she would buy a lot here too. It was just a waste of space.

Bo was going to stay and fight? Well. That could either be a mistake or a heroic act. It would be a shame for this girl to get killed.

"Yeah, I'm..." Meg started, "Not that I'm scared, but I think I'm just going to make it to the island sanctuary. I don't want to lose my life over something that probably isn't even worth it. There are more important things to fight in life than just this stupid random war declared on us." She shrugged. "Or maybe it's just me."

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Bo shrugged, still pulling various things out of the bag. She was almost to the end now, but didn't slow down. She was somewhat afraid that she wouldn't remember to empty it later if she stalled unpacking. Then, when she woke up late for her classes (not if, but when), she wouldn't have any clothes ready or organized. Maybe her roommate was a neat freak and would organize her stuff for no reason.

"Eh. I don't really mind being alone, but I guess it'll be nice." She pulled a pack of tattoo needles out of her suitcase and grinned. "Hey, you should come by Tate's Tats later. I might give you a discount on a tattoo. Unless, of course, you're not into that." Bo had met a fair amount of nice people who acted friendly, but didn't have the guts to get a tattoo. I mean, what's the huge deal? You don't have to get one in a public area.

She kept the grin on her face when Meg remarked on the giant amount of stuff in her bag (she, in fact, had not packed a whole sheep, but thanks for the thought). "Yeah, I can't afford much besides what I pack. My laptop is about 10 years old, and all my other clothes are way too small. That's why I'm getting a job at Tate's. I'm not exactly a princess." She probably didn't have to reveal all of that, but Meg seemed nice enough. She could probably keep a secret.

She finally unpacked the final shirt and stood up, stretching her back backwards. She had been stooped over for a long time, and now she was finally getting relief. She looked at Meg as she shrugged and said, "Or maybe it's just me."

"It's probably not just you," she smirked. "But I don't mind. More baddies for me to stab, right?" Truthfully, Bonnie was a bit scared. Instead of a few disposable sheep to defend, she had a whole school. Full of people, with lives. With people who loved them. And she wasn't exactly the greatest sword fighter. If she could find a dagger or another small weapon, she was kinda screwed. Maybe there was an armory nearby...

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A tattoo? Well, that was something that which Megara had never thought of. She knew what a tattoo was, because back in Greece, they had something similar, and lot more painful than what they called these tattoos. But she'd never thought about getting one herself. It actually did not sound like a terrible idea to consider. "Maybe I will stop by sometime soon," Meg said, still appearing to be thinking about it. She had to think about it for a bit.

"Yeah, welcome to the club, honey," Megara said, knowing the feeling all too well. Actually, she'd never wanted to become a princess. She almost married a god, but that probably wasn't anything much like a princess. Still, it was close. "I guess a job will do you some good, then." Perhaps she should help Bo get some business. It was the friendly thing to do, and Megara could practically predict that she and Bo were going to be getting along quite well. Maybe they could even be friends.

More baddies for her to stab? What was she, some kind of a warrior person? "so I guess you're one of those fighter girls, then. Likes to kill?" Meg had met a couple of those already, and she could safely say that she was not the biggest fan of killing someone. If it was out of self defensive, there wasn't a second thought, but when it wasn't...She'd rather just lead someone to his death and lie about it.

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Bonnie nodded as the girl pondered the idea. "It's not as bad as it gets a rep for. It's just a quick pain, and then- Here, I'll show you." She pulled her leather jacket off and turned around. She was wearing a tank top, so the tattoo written between her shoulder blades was easy to be read. Written in beautiful black calligraphy was "Swords and Guitars." "See? Tattoos can be very pretty. Swords and Guitars is a rock band, by the way," she said, staying with her back to Meg for a moment to let her observe the fine writing.

"Am I the only person who can't stand those princesses?" She asked, turning around and pulling her jacket back on. It was pretty chilly in the room. "I mean, some are nice, but others are all 'Ooooh, fancy jewels and magical carriages! Getting married and being a good housewife is all that's important!' I mean, women's rights have come a long way, right? So why can't those boneheads make a decision for themselves?" She sighed and rolled her eyes, turning back to her clothing pile to begin putting things in drawers.

She shrugged as she slammed a drawer full of mothballs and underwear shut. "I'm not really a big fighter, but I can handle a dagger, and I feel like this school needs some fighters. I used to wrangle up the sheep back in the pasture and fight wolves and coyotes to defend them." She nodded, feeling a bit of pride in her abilities. She usually liked to keep humble (until it came to partying), but her fighting abilities were of good use now, and she felt like she wanted to do something for the school. It seemed silly, but maybe she was a little violent. Maybe that pent-up rage from her parental abuse was finally going to come out.

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Megara watched in silence as Bo's jacker was slid off of her, and she couldn't help but look away from a mere second, as if she had just taken off her top or something. She then turned her eyes to Bo's back again, and spotted the tattoo ink on Bo's back. Something stirred inside of Meg that moment, and she felt as though she needed to run her fingers along the inked skin. Doing do, Meg sucked in her breath. "It's beautiful," Meg said, hardly above a whisper.

She quickly realized that she was probably both creepy and acting stupid now, so she cleared her throat awkwardly, and directed her eyes to the floor. This definitely decided for her. Megara was going to be getting a tattoo. She had no idea what it would be of, but she was going to be piercing her skin sometime soon. "Never heard of it," in regards to the band comment. Meg wasn't all that familiar with the bands and the artists around here.

Shaking her head, Meg smiled. "Not at all. I can't stand to hear them talking about themselves. Although, some of them are all right, I guess." She shrugged, but she was now totally paying attention to Bonnie, practically staring in her eyes. Oh, good grief. "Yeah, I...I do my own thing. Always have. I don't understand most of those princesses. But then again, I do. It all a very complicated thing."

"You used to fight wolves and coyotes?" Meg's eyes widened. Well, not that she should even be surprised, because she herself had fought things worse than wolves. Not that she'd really ever killed them, of course. she used her charm and sex appeal. It usually worked.

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Bo felt Megara's light fingers race across her back and squirmed a bit, not expecting the touch. Her hands were very soft and felt...kinda nice, to be honest. It seemed a little strange and creepy, but the hypnosis of a tattoo can give some people...odd reactions. Was the tattoo actually hypnotic? Probably not, but the witch who gave it to her was a bit shady.

As she pulled the jacket back on, she turned to Meg, who seemed very adamant about something. Maybe it was the tattoo, because of her interesting reaction. She leaned in to give a secret, "You know, I might be able to give you a discount if you want to get one. I'm gonna be working there, after all." She acted as if this was a sure-fire fact, but she was a bit unsure of whether she would get the job. She HAD to remember that interview! What time was it? She checked her watch and smiled. She had plenty of time to talk to her new friend.

She noticed the intensity that Meg was staring at her as she talked about princesses and squirmed again, feeling a bit awkward again. I mean, Meg was nice and all, but was something wrong? "Um...are you okay, Meg?" She asked, unsure of whether something was wrong. Okay, usually nothing made her squirm. Dead sheep? Sure. Dead people? Why the eff not. Heavy metal? Bring it on. However, the somewhat...almost romantic behavior from Meg was starting to make her wonder. Was Meg entirely straight? Was Bonnie entirely straight?

She shook her head, trying to forget that thought like all the others that crossed her head. This one, however, stuck like a thick glob of honey. Why wouldn't it JUST LEAVE? She began to feel a little frustrated.

"Yeah, I kill wolves and coyotes!" She yelled, then cooled down a little. "Sorry, just...stuff on my mind. I'm a little bit...URGH!" She punched the bed. Not the pillow. Not the mattress. The actual bed. The flimsy wood splintered under her solid fist;however, her hand didn't take it very well. She rubbed her hand and made a very pained noise. "Um...do you know first aid?"

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Smiling at the younger girl, Meg shrugged a tiny shrug with one shoulder. "I might take you up on that offer sometime. Just let me know when you start working," she replied, still smiling a bit. Maybe it was just the whole skin thing, maybe not. Meg wasn't fully aware of...anything but the fact that there was a new girl living in the dorms up until a few seconds ago. Or maybe it was the whole badass attitude Bo was giving off. And the needles. And the fighting. And the skin. Whatever it was, it was throwing Megara off. A lot.

She must have been staring for a bit longer than she realized, because Bonnie's voice pulled Meg out of the trace she was in, and actually looked at Bo, instead of staring. "Uh, what?" Meg quickly said, holding in a breath, then tilted her head to the side, and shook her head, letting out her breath. "Oh, yeah. No, I'm...fine. Just...trying to figure you out." Wait, what? Pathetic, Meg. Very pathetic. If she could without looking like a crazy person, she would go over to the wall and hit her head multiple times into it.

Something was wrong here. Or was there? Meg didn't...feel about girls like that. Did she? Not that she'd noticed in the past. Not really, anyway. Well, maybe it was just that she had such a low opinion of men, that her mind somehow had shifted over to...women? It didn't make any sense. She was being absolutely ridiculous. Bo was a pretty cool person, and she and Mg were going to be friends.

Raising her eyebrows, Meg attempted to say something to Bo about knowing what it felt like to have stuff on her mind, but then...Bo hit her hand. "Are you okay?" As if she even needed to ask that. Clearly, Bo was holding her hand. But then she asked Meg a question. And for a moment, Meg thought Bo hadn't said anything. Wait, first aid? "Yeah, I...I kinda do," said Meg, frowning slightly, and approaching Bo. "Here, let me see that." She held out her hand until Bo gave hers. Megara ignored the fluttering in her stomach, and pressed two fingers to where a bruise was quickly forming in Bo's hand.

"I think it'll be fine. Doubt anything's broken. But I can wrap it up and you'd have to keep it that way for a couple days until the swelling dies down," Megara said professionally, still observing Bo's hand. "You may want to run it under some cold water while I run to my room and get some gauze."

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Bonnie wasn't fully accepting of the pathetic excuse that Meg gave for staring at her. She raised an eyebrow, but decided to let it go. Both of the girls were obviously confused, and it didn't help anyone to add more confusion to the mix.

Is that why she punched the bed? To try to simplify things? Maybe. Bo hadn't really dealt with all this sexuality questioning in the past, and it freaked her out. She had dated boys, then teens, then men. Why was this becoming such a big deal for her? Why was she suddenly becoming attracted to a woman? She didn't want to make their friendship awkward, mostly because Meg seemed pretty cool. A bit weaker, sure, but still a funny and genuinely nice person.

She held her hand and grimaced as Meg asked if she was okay. "Not really, no. I think I broke the bed." She was in too much pain to even acknowledge the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach as Meg grabbed her hand. She made a bit of a growl as she heard the diagnosis from Meg. "Good thing this is my left hand, or I'd be totally out of fighting." She looked at Meg dead-on when she decided, "I'm still going to fight. I don't care about this hand. I'll just use my right hand, and it'll be fine." Bo didn't know who she was assuring: Megara, or herself.

She nodded when Meg told her to run it under cold water. She waited until the woman was out of the room, then ran over to the rusted faucet on the other side of the room. She was, quite frankly, surprised that water still came out of it and not corrosive sludge. She held her left hand there for a while, waiting for her friend(?) to come back with some gauze.

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Meg tried hard not to snicker when Bo seemed more concerned for the bed than for her hand. Some people just refused to acknowledge their hurts before other harms that they've accidentally done. In truth, Meg really was trying to figure Bo out. Who was this person? Where had she come from? Why is she so angry all the time? How did she know what she would have liked to work here as? The questions were endless, and there were still no answers for Meg.

With Hercules, it was Wonder Boy. With Eric, it (still) kind of is Sweet Boy. Levain was...a completely different story, and she wouldn't be able to kiss that one even if she wanted to. But with Bo? That would be...awkward, actually. She would only make a fool out of herself, and then Bo would never want to see her or speak with her ever again. Megara had no idea what Bo could be thinking, but she could guess that it was far from what Meg was thinking. It was actually fairly common among Greeks to be undecided about their sexuality, so they went both ways. Maybe Meg was one of those Greeks. Just developed slower.

Did...? Was she crazy? First of all, nobody should be fighting in this war, not women, especially. But to fight with an injured hand, too? Meg was almost scared for Bo. "You can't fight with one hand," Megara insisted, but then moved her eyes to the ground. She didn't want to seem to be telling Bo what to do. "Wait for your left to heal. It'll only be a couple of days, anyway. You should care about both of your hands." She was quite now, hoping that after her small burst of excitement for the new girl wasn't already weakening to a slightly depressed one.

Sighing, Meg wished she did not have these mood swings, or switched moods so quickly. It was frustrating.

Megara held on Bo's hand for a few seconds longer, almost giving her a look that told her to obey what she had said. Then, she took off, a few dorms down to hers, fumbled a bit with the key, then went in search for her first aid kit. Megara had taken a couple of first aid classes, but only a couple. She didn't know much, but she knew basics. Grabbing the white gauze, she ran back to dorm 110, catching her breath a bit before walking in.

"Got it," she replied, waving it around. "Here, sit down." Meg motioned towards the two chairs at the small table in the corner. She took Bo's hand again, gently, and winced at the now purple-blue bruise that had formed. "Ouch. I'll try my best to make this as painless as possible." She began unwrapping the gauze to carefully wrap it and weave it back onto Bo's hand, while attempting to massage around the bruise the best she could. Bo's fingers were cold, due to the cold water, and Meg was almost tempted to take her hand into her own to warm it up.

"You can't fight with one hand." Meg's eyes widened a little when she realize that her mind had flown back to the whole fighting aspect. She really didn't want Bo to fight, did she. Well, this was embarrassing.