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Every day I believe that people can't get any dumber then Trump has a press conference
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5 yrs ago
Women aren't mysterious, men are often dense
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"We commit the sins again And our sons and daughters pay"
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5 yrs ago
Good point life but to make a correction----- When Life gives you Lemons... Grab a fat one an squirt it in Life's Eyes
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They when life gives you lemons... grab one of the fat ones an squirt it in lie's eyes
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Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case
Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.
I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel
Mandy saw the book and thought about how dim the Coffee shop was and the how dirty and smeared the window was on the outside and she wasn't cleaning it. They were his eyes.
So she went back to her laptop flipping it open and read some moron who was trying to make excuses about how the God of the Bible never approved of Slavery or how the biblical version wasn't as bad as that practiced by the south before the Civil war. Her wait was awarded by a very vocal and obviously articulate man who's forum avi was a cute little kitten and it had claws but as well done as his argument was his opponent did the old fundamentalist shuffle and blew off every point insisting writing the rules for the treatment of slaves was in no way endorsing slavery. He countered and she ignored his attacks on her position acting as if she had won.
Mandy laughed at them both, her for her blindness and him for his attempt to change the mind of a moron which reminded her of the old pig's ear and purse example
Flipping the station and turning up the volume Mandy sways back and forth to a tune called the "The Boy From Black Mountain"
She wasn't sure why but she liked the tune. It had come on one of those days when she put the Youtube music videos on auto pilot bored with common fare and on it came like a carnival freak she couldn't turn away from.
Mandy watched the hopeful look surprised disappointed when she said the price of the room, luckily she wasn’t the sensitive type and shed it like the ducks do water. -Wait till he finds out that the bathrooms are separate- she thought as he wandered back out then back in. Mandy caught a look at the bike and hoped he didn’t think it could remain unmolested parked in this neighborhood.
When he thumped down the Cash she swept it off the counter top with the practiced ease of a stage magician or croupier and smiled because his cash meant the difference between a good and a bad month.
”Normally $3.25 a slice but consider this a perk for joining or luxury accommodations” she says in a flippant tone that is hard to tell if she just joking or a smartass
The slice is generous and actually pleasing to the eye and it’s taste worthy of some fancy restaurant as well as addictive.
Then she sits back and sips her coffee from her Presonal Mug
Mandy looked up when Anthony walked through the door and listened impassively as he asked about a room and exhaled as if she would deflate answering. "Rooms are 310 a month no lease, payment up front and by the third, no deposit and you're out without debate if I say"
Then she rubbed her eyes and closed the only thing she valued; her Laptop
Mandy had resigned herself to the fact that try as she might she couldn’t find a buyer for the firetrap her grandparents saddled her with because the loved her best. Then there was the three oldest tenants that whenever she got up enough nerve to talk to them they showed her pictures of her in the place, in her grandparents laps or in theirs when she was too young to be responsible for who was holding her. That always defused the Bitch within her that was trying to get them to move out and she slunk downstairs to her own personal Hell and started brewing coffee.
Today she brought out three pies setting them under glass bowl flipped upside down and hopefully able to keep the bugs at bay. There was a typical Apple Pie a Raspberry Blackberry Pie and a Cherry Pie along with a glass jar filled with Snickerdoodles.
Once she was set up she turned on her computer and began bitching about how full of it some twit was that thought a vote should be measured by monetary contribution to the government in the form of taxes.
AGE 23-25 don’t be nosy Appearance You got eyes take a picture History….I was born on the wrong side of heaven and never good enough for hell. I had a mom and a dad and strangely they stayed together no matter how much of a disappointment I was. My childhood was spent trying not to scream “Idiots!” everytime my peers exposed the depths of their self taught ignorance. I went to college and found i didn’t enjoy kissing ass so I dropped that and wandered the highway as a hitchiker and potential victim till I came to my senses and came here to mooch of my dotty grandparents and found out I was too late for the funeral, early enough to piss off my parents and dumb enough to be excited when i found they had left me this crappy Empire.
That’s it, I’m not here to write you a tragic story or a great comedy, I just pour the coffee and collect the rent
The Old Ones
Age Older than you History Something about dancing for the troops, Here to Eternity and Purple Hearts
She lives on the second floor in apartment A with Freddy a nervous Chihuahua
Age 72 History Walt is a Marine retired after 30 years and could live somewhere else but for unknown reasons he says he wants to die here. He’s a nice guy but he likes to make jabs at people in attempt at a joke. When he drinks his stories if true are kind of scary and why he can stay as long as he likes
Age 92 History Elmer should be studied by some history professor he’s lived so much in his life. He has Medals for doing brave and stupid things; he was at freaking D-Day. A nice old man who loves the yell and scream obscenities at his monitor when he’s online but always treats me an the other women here like the Ladies we are. Oh did I mention Elmer is Gay?
Age: 24 Appearance: Posh History: Cortina as she prefers to be called was born to a Naval Family whose walls are covered in wallpaper and not the glory of the officers they served. She is an expert at getting men and women of wealth to take care of her but never sticks around for anything meaningful.
College Dropout and professional Layabout she travels from town to town crashing on couches or briefly sharing beds till she hear’s what she calls the walkabout song
There are people in this world that will tell you it's all about the money, It's about nurturing mother earth, and the establishment will say just be a good citizen; “What the hell do they know?”
It's about living, surviving, loving, creating…… Bullshit!
Lable it however you want, package it, market it, sell it in trendy storefronts it means something different to everyone and you’re pissing into the wind.
Slackers know the truth and don’t give a shit if you do as long as you stay over there.
My Name is Mandy and I am a Slacker, what the hell are you?
Is this Necessary?
I’m told that these things need some rules like everything else so here's a few
1 = Don’t be a Dick, I’m sure you all agree that this shouldn’t need spelling out but as sure as weasels are hiding my bras if I don’t put this in people will think they can just pop in and be one
2 = Romance…. Sure I think, if you want, just don’t make this your little love nest people are eating
3 = Character Sheets, why can’t we just do those however we want? Hell write your tragic boring story of how you struggled all your life and survived, write a novel about yourself just don’t bore us with the details.
4 = Don’t filter me and don’t filter anybody else as long as nobody is violating rule 1 just go with your feelings. Filtering is censorship when you force it on others and when you do it yourself you’re just being untruthful.
5 = Why the Hell do I need to make these rules? Because they say if it ain’t spelled out then it ain’t wrong, again “Bullshit!” have some empathy, nobody wants to waste the effort of confrontation, people want to live and try to find those little slivers of life we can treasure or laugh about
6 = Don’t be a Downer, sure everybody gets depressed but nobody likes hanging with someone who spends all their time whining about how much their life sucks. You have trouble and your friends want to help you but if all you ever bring is trouble people will avoid you.
7 = This is my Fantasy and that makes me the Goddess effectively and like the creepy guy says
So I control the world and as a Slacker Queen don’t want to be bothered if you can work it out yourself
8 = I am a terrible and fierce Goddess and those who are just popping by to troll beware my Cheesy wrath for I shall call down on you a horde of Squirrels
Picture a trendy, beautifully decorated and comfy little coffee shop and go there, this is a slacker hang out and we don’t have a lot of brews just black, creamed, decaf for the socially impaired...It’s Chock full of Nutz….like your sis...we just buy the one brand. We have pie and cookies, WIFI when it works and music an I control that because I’m here every day and it’s my place. If you don’t make me cringe play your guitar, sing a song, some people like live music just don’t go Diva and we’ll be cool.
We smoke here at Slackers and no one cares if you gotta breath the same air, want fresh air go to the park and play dodge the muggers.
”Why is it Called Slackers?” My last name is Slacker so you can see was born royalty in my little niche and it's the family name
My grandparents started this with Beatniks and Apache dancing, look it up I ain’t the Librarian.
The town’s name is unimportant and as long as the Health Inspector and Police keep their distance who cares they’re all the same.
We can sit about 130 people but I never seen more than 57 in here since I got the thing in the Life and death raffle and they were a Greek wedding desperate for a hall after theirs burned down 2 days before the wedding.
Above this lovely little pisshole of a coffee shop are 10 tiny studio apartments which are attached by the stairs over there, I live in the less cramped part behind the bar.
We don’t spend a lot of money on lighting so unless its a laptop or pad reading isn’t advised
Our chairs were specially made by a group of drunk rednecks so that none of the legs are the same length...they built the tables and the two couches were found on the curb..and not for making out.
The old posters on the wall might appear to be decoration but they are actually hiding holes, cracks, and one a bloodstain that won’t come out.
Because you'll ask
AGE 23-25 don’t be nosy Appearance You got eyes take a picture History….I was born on the wrong side of heaven and never good enough for hell. I had a mom and a dad and strangely they stayed together no matter how much of a disappointment I was. My childhood was spent trying not to scream “Idiots!” everytime my peers exposed the depths of their self taught ignorance. I went to college and found i didn’t enjoy kissing ass so I dropped that and wandered the highway as a hitchiker and potential victim till I came to my senses and came here to mooch of my dotty grandparents and found out I was too late for the funeral, early enough to piss off my parents and dumb enough to be excited when i found they had left me this crappy Empire.
That’s it, I’m not here to write you a tragic story or a great comedy, I just pour the coffee and collect the rent
It's a crappy Coffee Shop that rents rooms that wouldn't be considered big enough to be used as Solitary Confinement Cells even in the worst Third World Banana Republic.
We Hang out, We Bullshit about what we have done, some insist on telling us about their dreams and their Idealism.
Mandy tends the Coffee and makes the Pies and Cookies in her kitchen and the pies and cookies are cheap and the one accomplishment she can claim she's good at doing.
Sometimes Mandy entertains the tenants and customers by tossing Hipsters for suggesting an Espresso machine or those 10 dollar Lattes
Mandy has a Cat she claims came with the place and its possible it did, she named him Saliva and he's the ugliest cat in the neighborhood and steals unwatched food.
Because I thought I’d take the pressure off, I’m a Slacker and who am I to say what and how much you should have babbled?
Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case
Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.
I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case<br><br>Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.<br><br>I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel</div>
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