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undergrounds2017-05-12 10:28 pm
thelastjoy) wrote in undergrounds2017-05-12 10:28 pm
Open; May 12-14
A. Caffeine Cold
A full week of a new school probably would have fried her nerves even if she wasn't still adjusting to her curse. The full moon, naturally, hadn't helped one bit. Coffee probably wouldn't help her relax, but she wasn't about to deny herself something sweet when her mood was already so sour.
So of course she trips rounding a street corner and spills the drink all over herself.
"Shit, shit, shit." Girl hops from foot to foot, trying to dislodge the icy mush from her shirt. She starts scooping it off her clothes, promptly flinging it away from her skin and, probably, right onto the poor souls passing by.
B. Into theWolf's Lion's Den
The East End pack has far nicer digs than she's used to.
She saw some of the place on full moon, but hadn't had time for more than a quick peek around before other matter's took hold. With the night behind her, she's curious to explore; see what she'll be contending with for the foreseeable future. She's examining a broken down wall currently, running her fingers over the ragged edge of splintered stone.
"Ya'll been rough with this place," she says, though her tone is warm rather than accusing. She finds the chaos homey. "Looks like a hurricane came thrashin' through here."
C. Chalk Zone
She's not far from her apartment building, sitting cross legged in a parking lot of some run-down shops. It's well past working hours and the place is deserted. Girl's made herself comfortable, an honest to god boombox blaring loudly by her side, and a bag leaning against her back. She riffles through it every few moments, picking out new pieces of chalk.
She's drawing on the pavement, mushroom clouds and dragons mixed with lines from old rock songs. It's not very good, childish and more a mess than anything artistic. Still, she seems to be enjoying herself and the look she gives when anyone walks by says she has no plans on stopping any time soon.
D. Player's Choice; Leave your own prompt
A full week of a new school probably would have fried her nerves even if she wasn't still adjusting to her curse. The full moon, naturally, hadn't helped one bit. Coffee probably wouldn't help her relax, but she wasn't about to deny herself something sweet when her mood was already so sour.
So of course she trips rounding a street corner and spills the drink all over herself.
"Shit, shit, shit." Girl hops from foot to foot, trying to dislodge the icy mush from her shirt. She starts scooping it off her clothes, promptly flinging it away from her skin and, probably, right onto the poor souls passing by.
B. Into the
The East End pack has far nicer digs than she's used to.
She saw some of the place on full moon, but hadn't had time for more than a quick peek around before other matter's took hold. With the night behind her, she's curious to explore; see what she'll be contending with for the foreseeable future. She's examining a broken down wall currently, running her fingers over the ragged edge of splintered stone.
"Ya'll been rough with this place," she says, though her tone is warm rather than accusing. She finds the chaos homey. "Looks like a hurricane came thrashin' through here."
C. Chalk Zone
She's not far from her apartment building, sitting cross legged in a parking lot of some run-down shops. It's well past working hours and the place is deserted. Girl's made herself comfortable, an honest to god boombox blaring loudly by her side, and a bag leaning against her back. She riffles through it every few moments, picking out new pieces of chalk.
She's drawing on the pavement, mushroom clouds and dragons mixed with lines from old rock songs. It's not very good, childish and more a mess than anything artistic. Still, she seems to be enjoying herself and the look she gives when anyone walks by says she has no plans on stopping any time soon.
D. Player's Choice; Leave your own prompt
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He would try to pull one over on her if he could get away with it, which goes without saying. He's not doing it now, though, and that's what matters. "It's fine if you like him, y'know, I ain't gonna judge you too real bad. Maybe give you a hard time a little, 'cause damn if you don't know how to pick'em."
But she likes Ghoul too, doesn't she? So maybe that's a bit of a self-burn.
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"I'm hangin' out with you, ain't I?" Girl points out sharply, surly with annoyance. She softens after a moment, scowl turning to a pout. "And you're going to see 'im. If I got bad taste then so do you. Give me a hard time and you'll have to do the same to yourself."
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It's actually kind of wonderful. He's proud of her already.
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She huffs, rubbing a hand over her cheek. She'd be a little more embarrassed, wary if she thought he was actually upset about it. Instead, Girl's ready to pat herself on the back for restraining a smirk. "If you'd have no problem talkin' to me like that, I can do the same. Fair's fair."