Before long, almost everyone had filed in and taken a seat at the table. Hazel had already helped herself to some of the food on the table - not that much, though. She never had much of an appetite this soon after getting up. Still, it was good food, and she did feel a bit hungry. She looked around at the others while munching on a piece of pancake. It was always lively in the mornings, a bit too lively for Hazel. Of course that awful racket was the Devonshires... she thought.
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@Legion02 Calling it: Miss. Dawson will destroy us all in 3... 2...
Hazel groaned as she rolled over in bed. She checked the time on her phone's display. 7:02, and she could hear people yelling nearby! Three guesses who... she thought. She slunk back under the covers, blocking out the sound with her pillow - not very efficient, though.
"Bacon! Come and get it!" a muffled, vaguely sing-songy voice yelled from downstairs. Hazel silently counted to ten as she got herself together to get up and out of bed. She wasn't exactly used to getting up at this hour on the weekends - hell, not even on most weekdays. With a sigh, she heaved herself out of bed. Taking a brush to her hair and throwing on some clothes - jeans and a loose-fitting tank top - she sluggishly made her way downstairs.
"Mornin'..." she muttered as she stepped into kitchen, idly rubbing her eye.
"Bacon! Come and get it!" a muffled, vaguely sing-songy voice yelled from downstairs. Hazel silently counted to ten as she got herself together to get up and out of bed. She wasn't exactly used to getting up at this hour on the weekends - hell, not even on most weekdays. With a sigh, she heaved herself out of bed. Taking a brush to her hair and throwing on some clothes - jeans and a loose-fitting tank top - she sluggishly made her way downstairs.
"Mornin'..." she muttered as she stepped into kitchen, idly rubbing her eye.
All ready whenever you guys are.
This sounds like a whole lot of fun. And Mafia/Werewolf/TTT is pretty great to start.
Definitely interested.
Definitely interested.
Finally had some time today to sit down and post.
@Love Dove I think Rebecca and Monica could quite possibly end up out-awkwarding each other in a series of slightly cute, slightly cringy exchanges. They certainly seem to be cut out for it anyway!
@Love Dove I think Rebecca and Monica could quite possibly end up out-awkwarding each other in a series of slightly cute, slightly cringy exchanges. They certainly seem to be cut out for it anyway!
Rebecca cringed internally as she saw Monica's reaction unfold. Agh, no, stupid, stupid, stupid! she thought, scorning herself. Great job, Rebecca, you've probably scared her off already. Of course, just as you start trying to interact more with people, you fail miserably. You just had to say that, too... her mind droned on, and on, and on, with seemingly no end in sight.
"... if you don't want to come..." she heard Monica say, almost feeling the tinge of sadness in her voice. Again, she scorned herself, but she also couldn't help but be amused. It seemed like both of them had feared the other didn't actually want the other to come, which, as she could quite clearly see, did not at all appear to be the case.
"No, no, I do want to come!" she said, laughing a bit. "I just didn't want to be a bother or anything, I mean..." she trailed off. "But I think, maybe," she laughed, "maybe we both thought that...?" She offered a smile. "But let's get going!" she said, running a few steps ahead of Monica. "And, hey, if you're weird, I'm weird!" she half-shouted, still smiling. Only a hint of insecurity still lingered in the back of her mind.
"... if you don't want to come..." she heard Monica say, almost feeling the tinge of sadness in her voice. Again, she scorned herself, but she also couldn't help but be amused. It seemed like both of them had feared the other didn't actually want the other to come, which, as she could quite clearly see, did not at all appear to be the case.
"No, no, I do want to come!" she said, laughing a bit. "I just didn't want to be a bother or anything, I mean..." she trailed off. "But I think, maybe," she laughed, "maybe we both thought that...?" She offered a smile. "But let's get going!" she said, running a few steps ahead of Monica. "And, hey, if you're weird, I'm weird!" she half-shouted, still smiling. Only a hint of insecurity still lingered in the back of her mind.
Name: Hazel Bridgewater
Age: 16
Personality: Hazel harbors a lot of resentment for the world, and might seem bitter. If you get past that, she's a lively, if extremely sarcastic, person. She needs alone time, but actually loves spending time with the few people she trusts enough to call her friends.
Favorite color: Navy blue
Reason for running away: Hazel grew up in what's best described as a harsh neighborhood. No father in the picture, an alcoholic for a mother - Hazel has always run wild, and being so neglected at home, she ran away one night when her mother was so thrashed she barely remembered who Hazel was.
Age: 16
Personality: Hazel harbors a lot of resentment for the world, and might seem bitter. If you get past that, she's a lively, if extremely sarcastic, person. She needs alone time, but actually loves spending time with the few people she trusts enough to call her friends.
Favorite color: Navy blue
Reason for running away: Hazel grew up in what's best described as a harsh neighborhood. No father in the picture, an alcoholic for a mother - Hazel has always run wild, and being so neglected at home, she ran away one night when her mother was so thrashed she barely remembered who Hazel was.
I'm here. Just... waiting for some feedback on my CS, and for some life, I guess?
"Oh, thanks!" Rebecca said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. A smile crept over her face, and she laughed to herself at the sheer awkwardness of the situation - not that it was bad, but it was a little... Forced, maybe? But, oh well, that was entirely her own fault, and at least Monica didn't seem weirded out by her presence.
"The lake? Oh, sure, that'd be great!" Rebecca said, smile widening. She seems really nice, Rebecca thought, but I hope she doesn't feel like she has to say yes... She doesn't, does she? Rebecca hated second-guessing things like this, but she hadn't forgotten the way people in her old life, before the Home, had begun treating her after the accidents became frequent. The constant slight hint of fear that she might have another one of her little mishaps, and that someone would get hurt - themselves, even. Of course, Rebecca couldn't really blame them, could she? She'd gotten a lot better at preventing her little accidents, but back then, it was a valid concern. Stop that, Rebecca... she told herself. You're way too insecure, of course she means it, she's smiling... She even stopped walking for you!
"I mean, if it's not any trouble..." she said.
Damn it, Rebecca.
"The lake? Oh, sure, that'd be great!" Rebecca said, smile widening. She seems really nice, Rebecca thought, but I hope she doesn't feel like she has to say yes... She doesn't, does she? Rebecca hated second-guessing things like this, but she hadn't forgotten the way people in her old life, before the Home, had begun treating her after the accidents became frequent. The constant slight hint of fear that she might have another one of her little mishaps, and that someone would get hurt - themselves, even. Of course, Rebecca couldn't really blame them, could she? She'd gotten a lot better at preventing her little accidents, but back then, it was a valid concern. Stop that, Rebecca... she told herself. You're way too insecure, of course she means it, she's smiling... She even stopped walking for you!
"I mean, if it's not any trouble..." she said.
Damn it, Rebecca.
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