From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 13th, 2011 09:08 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum had only managed to smoke a portion of her cigarette, and just loaded up her file on her game, when there was knocking at the door. Her heart froze in her chest, breath instantly held, waiting to see if it would be Frankie. She wasn't counting on it, but hoping for it was automatic.

When Rowan announced herself, Tatum felt a little let down, but rose from her chair anyway. She wasn't disappointed to have Rowan over, of course, but the moment where she had thought this might be over was still lingering. Knowing she looked like shit, and there was no time to rectify that even if she tried, she unlocked the door and pulling it open. "Hey," she replied plainly, ushering her friend in, and eying the hall to make sure no one else saw them.

She didn't even want to consider dealing with the rest of the student body right then. Monday would come all too soon as it was.

	From: cabotine	Date: February 16th, 2011 04:07 am (UTC)		(Link)

Not knowing that Tatum was hoping for someone else, Rowan poked her head in the door first. "Hey." She followed in the room after Tatum gave her the go-ahead and moved into Tatum's part of the room.

"I got your email and... it sounded kind of off, so I wanted to step across the hall and make sure that... that you, um... are you ok? You kind of look like hell." Because her friend looked down, and like more than hell. Rowan felt her concern deepen slightly as she looked Tatum in the face. "Did something happen? Do you want to... to talk about it?" Rowan was getting good at these little talks.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 18th, 2011 06:39 pm (UTC)		(Link)

"My life is over," Tatum lamented dramatically, as she made her way over to her computer chair, flopping back down into it. She propped her chin up with one hand, elbow on the desk, as she stared at the screen. WoW was open, she had logged on earlier, but yet to even leave town. She just didn't feel like questing.

Her SNES still ran also, seemingly unnoticed.

"Level 85 rogue, that took so many hours, like.. I put everything into this. I'd delete for her, if she wanted me to," she murmured, finally turning back to face Rowan.

"Frankie kissed Ginger. And she won't speak to me."

	From: cabotine	Date: February 19th, 2011 04:28 pm (UTC)		(Link)

Watching Tatum go to her computer chair, Rowan felt at a loss for what exactly to be doing or saying. She wasn't sure how to respond to the statement Tatum made about her life being over, since she didn't know why. She was at her computer, so was it something in one of those games she played? Rowan was not a gamer by any means, but she knew that people could get rather wrapped up with what went on in the virtual world. She hoped it was something as easy as that to help her friend with. The mention of deleting a character had her more confused.

At the statement that Frankie kissed Ginger, Rowan's mouth fell open. "What?" Frankie and Tatum had been together for a while, and Frankie had never mentioned there being any problems. Not that she and Frankie really spoke about their relationships, but...

"Wait. When did this happen? What happened? Did you guys have a fight or something? Start at the beginning, and I'll see if I can help. It'll... it'll be ok, Tatum." Rowan moved closer to where she sat at her desk and put a hand on her friend's shoulder, even as her mind tried to wrap itself around the idea of what Tatum had said.

	From: porcelinaofvast	Date: February 23rd, 2011 03:22 am (UTC)		(Link)

Tatum had been holding it together pretty well, up until Ro placed the hand on her shoulder. She wasn't sure what it was about it, but that was the breaking point, and she couldn't hold in the hitching sobs that began to escape her.

"It's not okay! It's not!" she managed, arms slumping onto the desk, and her face quickly burying into them, at least attempting to hide her shame. "She didn't even want m-me, she just.. she doesn't even care! But she does fucking care, she just won't.. she won't.."

She trailed off, beginning to cry harder, face still in her arms.