Dion
AlteredTundra
Buzz buzz
Darkness, silence, rest. A messy bedroom turned dark by blackout curtains remained quiet, still, housing a softly sleeping teen that barely stirred at the faint sound of her phone going off. Hunter was curled tightly into a cocoon of blankets and pillows, covered from head to toe in a draping of patchwork quilts and sheets and coverless feathered cushions, and her gentle, sleeping face showed no signs of waking any time soon.
Buzz buzz buzz
The cracked iphone continued to cry out, vibrating harshly against an oak-wood nightstand, reverberating in a flurry of echoed noises around the quiet room. The ringing continued, surely and with growing sound until Hunter finally cracked an eye open and sent a chilling glare towards the source. The screen was lit vibrantly, gleaming up to coat the poster-covered ceiling in a faint light, and the phone itself rocked dangerously towards the edge of the stand, threatening to tip and shatter more on the hardwood floor below. Hunter shifted within her blanket burrito, moving her hand out to close loosely around the cell and pull it into her haven of warmth and comfort. Blinking quickly against the sudden harsh reality of light, Hunter slowly read out the text she received, unable to stop a slightly smile from spreading across her face.
From: *~Slyer~*
eyyyyy i nade us cake every1 can have it aND ITS RAINBOW
A rumble from her stomach notified Hunter of her current state of hunger, and she slowly sat up, fingers moving fast over the illuminated keyboard as a sense of awakeness soon filled her.
To: *~Slyer~*
rainbow? holy shit dude ill eat the hell outta that cake
Sending out the quick message, Hunter threw her phone down to her feet and stretched high, groaning slightly as her back gave an audible crack. The blankets around her fell from her shoulders, landing in heaps among her waist, and she kicked them away with sore legs before turning to ground herself on the messy floor below. Hunter stumbled through the darkness, reaching towards the small sliver of light that escaped from behind her curtains, and she turned away briefly as the curtains fell open and her room was filled with morning sunlight. Paints, canvases, clothes, and ruined books covered the floor, forming a maze of mess that would have been near impossible to navigate in the darkness before, and Hunter kept her eyes low and narrowed as she rounded each disastrous corner until she reached the hall. The sounds of her father’s snores still curled noisily from his room, and Hunter suppressed a smile as she turned and disappeared into the bathroom next door.
Hunter stepped out a mere twenty minutes later washed and makeupless, she felt no need for it today after all, and she quickly returned to her room in search of something to wear. Feeling a bit too… Blue for breasts, basically, Hunter quickly located and slipped on her flesh-colored binder before turning towards the floor to pick out the least wrinkled thing she could find. Once satisfied with her morning decisions, she reached around for her phone and nearly blanched when she realized what time it was. Seven-twenty already?! Rising fast, Hunter slipped back out into the hallway and barely missed slamming into the tall form of her father.
“You’re gonna be late.” He pointed out groggily, smiling down at her with his usual homely grin. Hunter smirked back up at him, standing on her toes to give him a peck on the cheek before rounding behind him and vanishing towards the kitchen.
”Don’t worry about it, dad! I drive fast, you know that~!” Hunter smiled when she heard him laugh nervously, and when she heard his footsteps vanish back into his room she gathered her bag and turned towards the front door.
The Richards family made their homestead in an open air apartment complex just a few blocks away from Hunter’s school. It was a nice place, though they didn’t have much of a view due to only being on the second floor of the building, and Hunter winced briefly against the California morning before sucking in a deep breath of warm air. Nice, peaceful. She flicked her keys around an outstretched finger slowly, smiling thoughtfully at the sky above, and then she turned and made her way down towards the shared garage with haste. The roads wouldn’t be too busy this early, and Hunter needed to get to school before other people were put in danger by her reckless morning drive.
The beat up pickup truck pulled into the Beverly Hills HS parking lot with a sputter and a clank. Hunter was grinning wildly by the time she made it to her spot, adding a flush of red to her white face, and with quick motions she pulled the keys from the ignition and kicked open the driver side door with excitement. She had made it with a lot of time to spare, surprisingly, spending only about five minutes on the road due to her quick, stupidly asshole-ish driving. Her father often complained about her road ethics, but really Hunter only cared about getting from one place to another as quickly as possible.
Around and beyond the lot groups of teens had formed, chatterers and gossipers alike who passed curious glanced her way briefly before returning to their words. Hunter waved to a few, eyes glowing mischievously under the yellow sun, but her pace quickened to a slight jog when she saw a familiar figure standing near the doors. Sly, of course, standing in wait for someone to chat with, holding plastic containers full of what Hunter assumed to be the promised cake. A devious smirked painted her face, and, before Sylvester was aware of her even approaching, Hunter moved in close and planted a light kiss on his lips.
”Hey, lamb chop~.” She greeted, angular face tilting downwards towards the boxes of cakes in his arms, ”I hope those are all for me, ‘cause I’m starved!”
