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@Dynamo Frokane@Delta44 [@And all you liars]
Why does everyone think my bb is gay? Wat.
He's bi but. MAYBE
Why does everyone think my bb is gay? Wat.
He's bi but. MAYBE
Finally. That lil thang is up.
Abbie Ollah McGumffery
Outfit
Location: Home --> Festival --> Bleachers
Interacting: SunDance/Goth kid @LovelyAnastasia Jackoff (mentioned) @smarty0114 Clydey @Klaykid
Abbie rolled around in her bed even though she had been awake for hours. "SHUT UP FUCKING BIRDS. NO ONE LIKES YOU." She shouted, throwing a pillow at the window and wincing when it nearly crashed her glass piggy bank that was on the corner or her desk to the floor. Abbie fell asleep at 4 am. Again. But by now, she was used to it. She didn't even know why she stayed up that late anymore. Her TV didn't work because of a...incident and all she had was her phone which gave her access to youtube and Netflix. But that was all.
She checked the clock and groaned, realizing that it was already time for that shit festival to start. "Fuuuuuuuccckkk." she murmured, suffocating herself as she lay face down on the bed, not very able to breathe. Abbie finally dragged herself out of bed, knowing that she was actually kind of excited for the food and some people that would be at the festival. She sat up and slowly got out of the bed, nearly falling over when she did so. With that, Abbie finally started getting ready for the day. Just a simple lowcut black tank that was was lengthier than other tanks and a pair of short shorts she got on sale. Probably because they're ripped. Well, that might be on purpose but who could tell? Walking into his brother's room, she looked through his closet and found one of her favorite jackets which was his favorite as well. Abbie placed it on his desk and reached under his bed to find a box of medium size. With that, she opened it and smirked.
"BORG. I FOUND YOUR PORN. DON'T WANT ME TO SHOW IT TO THE SCHOOL? I'M BORROWING YOUR JACKET."
She screamed, causing her voice to crack. Teenage guys had porn. It's a thing. But for an in the closet homosexual, gay porn getting shown to his high school wasn't at the top of his bucket. Was she a bitch for using his insecurities to her benefit? C'mon. You'd do it. She put it on after hearing her brother yell bitch back to her. Abbie grinned evilly and walked out of his room.
Abbie finally headed into the kitchen and took a bite out of a juicy red apple. Her brother gave her a look that could kill and she gave him a sweet smile in return. "You're such a bitch," he said to her without a hint of sarcasm. Abbie looked over to him with a frown. "You're so mean...Can I borrow 20?" she asked whilst looking through her refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of milk. Then drinking it straight out of the carton because she was lazy. Borg would have said no but he was apparently feeling generous since he handed it over in defeat. Abbie waved goodbye as she pulled on her boots under her long red socks and walked out of the house with her apple in hand.
Walking over to the festival didn't take too long. It gave her time to take a look at the trees, the dogs peeing on fire hydrants, and the random neighbors she never bothered to greet. The festival was filled with teenagers that looked a bit nervous along with some that were glad to see their friends there as well. On the way to the bleachers, she spotted Poetry Sunshine and chuckled when she saw her doing her whole dance. "Adorable as ever Sundance." she said, waving hello to her before she continued on her way. Poetry was cute as hell and her smile was precious. Oh, and she was a great friend to have around. She finally found the bleachers and started up them before she heard people speak.
He was a serial killer but the cops have not caught him yet. Be careful or it would be you next!
This particular statement made her head turn as she started the kid that said such thing. Obviously, it was about Clyde since they kept stealing glances at him. "Or maybe I'll just snap your neck before he gets the chance to do it?" She said, giving them a look that could kill before bursting out laughing. "Goddamn, where do you people even get your rumors? Do you just grab it out of your fucking ass?" She asked rather politely but not looking for a response. She knew she couldn't stop the rumors but it wasn't too bad. As long as they didn't start fucking with him like Jackoff. And well, it was pretty funny how he was the complete opposite. Abbie went to where Clyde was but stopped when she saw his smile. Was he serious? Was that a smile? Good god, it looked like something you'd see in the psych ward.
"Clydey!! Wasn't hard to find you since you just stick out like a fucking sore thumb. Your smile..." She would say something about it but hurting his confidence would probably be bad. Knowing Clyde, he might have practiced that smile.
"It would be great. If it didn't scare the shit out of people." She said, but continuing since she didn't want to make it seem like an insult. "But I mean, your smile is great if you just do it.. I dunno, fucking naturally? Whatever man. Nothing wrong with your facial expressions." Abbie said, giving him a bright grin.
"Anyways, I've spotted a bunch of hotties here. And I saw Sundance. Know her? She's a cutie. No homo?" With Abbie, it was hard to tell if she ever meant that. Abbie looked around at all of the scenery. They really went all out with the stands this year. She realized a goth kid in the back and wondered by the hell he was just standing in the back. Looking closer, she realized that it was her valued tutor, Oberon. Well, he only tutored her twice before a test last year because she hadn't studied in a long time. That was the final and she barely passed but she didn't expect much out of two lessons and was surprised she actually passed. Abbie shot him a grin and a slight wave before turning back to Clyde. High school wasn't so bad. The people seemed decent and hopefully passing would be a breeze.
"Anyways. Want to hit the stalls?"
She checked the clock and groaned, realizing that it was already time for that shit festival to start. "Fuuuuuuuccckkk." she murmured, suffocating herself as she lay face down on the bed, not very able to breathe. Abbie finally dragged herself out of bed, knowing that she was actually kind of excited for the food and some people that would be at the festival. She sat up and slowly got out of the bed, nearly falling over when she did so. With that, Abbie finally started getting ready for the day. Just a simple lowcut black tank that was was lengthier than other tanks and a pair of short shorts she got on sale. Probably because they're ripped. Well, that might be on purpose but who could tell? Walking into his brother's room, she looked through his closet and found one of her favorite jackets which was his favorite as well. Abbie placed it on his desk and reached under his bed to find a box of medium size. With that, she opened it and smirked.
"BORG. I FOUND YOUR PORN. DON'T WANT ME TO SHOW IT TO THE SCHOOL? I'M BORROWING YOUR JACKET."
She screamed, causing her voice to crack. Teenage guys had porn. It's a thing. But for an in the closet homosexual, gay porn getting shown to his high school wasn't at the top of his bucket. Was she a bitch for using his insecurities to her benefit? C'mon. You'd do it. She put it on after hearing her brother yell bitch back to her. Abbie grinned evilly and walked out of his room.
Abbie finally headed into the kitchen and took a bite out of a juicy red apple. Her brother gave her a look that could kill and she gave him a sweet smile in return. "You're such a bitch," he said to her without a hint of sarcasm. Abbie looked over to him with a frown. "You're so mean...Can I borrow 20?" she asked whilst looking through her refrigerator and grabbing a bottle of milk. Then drinking it straight out of the carton because she was lazy. Borg would have said no but he was apparently feeling generous since he handed it over in defeat. Abbie waved goodbye as she pulled on her boots under her long red socks and walked out of the house with her apple in hand.
Walking over to the festival didn't take too long. It gave her time to take a look at the trees, the dogs peeing on fire hydrants, and the random neighbors she never bothered to greet. The festival was filled with teenagers that looked a bit nervous along with some that were glad to see their friends there as well. On the way to the bleachers, she spotted Poetry Sunshine and chuckled when she saw her doing her whole dance. "Adorable as ever Sundance." she said, waving hello to her before she continued on her way. Poetry was cute as hell and her smile was precious. Oh, and she was a great friend to have around. She finally found the bleachers and started up them before she heard people speak.
He was a serial killer but the cops have not caught him yet. Be careful or it would be you next!
This particular statement made her head turn as she started the kid that said such thing. Obviously, it was about Clyde since they kept stealing glances at him. "Or maybe I'll just snap your neck before he gets the chance to do it?" She said, giving them a look that could kill before bursting out laughing. "Goddamn, where do you people even get your rumors? Do you just grab it out of your fucking ass?" She asked rather politely but not looking for a response. She knew she couldn't stop the rumors but it wasn't too bad. As long as they didn't start fucking with him like Jackoff. And well, it was pretty funny how he was the complete opposite. Abbie went to where Clyde was but stopped when she saw his smile. Was he serious? Was that a smile? Good god, it looked like something you'd see in the psych ward.
"Clydey!! Wasn't hard to find you since you just stick out like a fucking sore thumb. Your smile..." She would say something about it but hurting his confidence would probably be bad. Knowing Clyde, he might have practiced that smile.
"It would be great. If it didn't scare the shit out of people." She said, but continuing since she didn't want to make it seem like an insult. "But I mean, your smile is great if you just do it.. I dunno, fucking naturally? Whatever man. Nothing wrong with your facial expressions." Abbie said, giving him a bright grin.
"Anyways, I've spotted a bunch of hotties here. And I saw Sundance. Know her? She's a cutie. No homo?" With Abbie, it was hard to tell if she ever meant that. Abbie looked around at all of the scenery. They really went all out with the stands this year. She realized a goth kid in the back and wondered by the hell he was just standing in the back. Looking closer, she realized that it was her valued tutor, Oberon. Well, he only tutored her twice before a test last year because she hadn't studied in a long time. That was the final and she barely passed but she didn't expect much out of two lessons and was surprised she actually passed. Abbie shot him a grin and a slight wave before turning back to Clyde. High school wasn't so bad. The people seemed decent and hopefully passing would be a breeze.
"Anyways. Want to hit the stalls?"
@Klaykid Waitwait. WHAT DO YOU MEAN ONLY CALEB STOOD UP FOR CLYDEY? If what's his name was an asshole, I can guarantee you that Abbie would be bringing her bat to school.
Do I have Abbie hating him for no reason? wut.
Do I have Abbie hating him for no reason? wut.
WHOOP. EVEN IF I'M SLOW ASF CAN'T GET RID OF ME YET.
GOT MY POST UP BEFORE TIME WAS UP.
I'm so sorry
This week was a freaking tornado shit storm.
GOT MY POST UP BEFORE TIME WAS UP.
I'm so sorry
This week was a freaking tornado shit storm.
Alastair sat in the conference room quietly before the boss man finally began to speak. The cameras that were all over the place were finally being addressed. Alastair awaited the reasoning and was surprised to hear of a new reality Tv...or documentary? Alastair only knew of documentaries but he knew that his daughter loved those reality TV shows. It didn't seem very...appealing whenever he saw bits and pieces of the show. A female was almost always yelling or crying and it just made Alastair wince and wonder what had happened to the poor thing.
He lifted his head and stared at one of the cameras near him for a while until he finally smiled a bit. Was that what he was supposed to do? Or maybe give a little wave? But as he looked around, he realized that practically everyone was pretending that the cameras were not there so he lowered his hand and looked back at the boss.
When he finally explained that they were to act like themselves, Alastair sighed a sigh of relief for no particular reason. But the part when Aidan strictly told them that they were not to give off any bad impressions or else there would be skinning. That made Alastair tense up a bit, sitting up in his chair even more than before.
"Understood, sir."
Looking over at the people that had left all of a sudden, he tilted his head. Declan and...Nana? And the new girl whom they had barely even spoken to. All three of them just leaving so abruptly. Maybe they didn't like the idea of cameras watching them? Alastair soon stood up, ready to get back to work. He had things to sell today, that was for sure. But with the peer review happening he had to get ready with that. Twenty pages wasn't too bad but it wasn't easy either. He would have to work hard so that he didn't disappoint anyone.
He lifted his head and stared at one of the cameras near him for a while until he finally smiled a bit. Was that what he was supposed to do? Or maybe give a little wave? But as he looked around, he realized that practically everyone was pretending that the cameras were not there so he lowered his hand and looked back at the boss.
When he finally explained that they were to act like themselves, Alastair sighed a sigh of relief for no particular reason. But the part when Aidan strictly told them that they were not to give off any bad impressions or else there would be skinning. That made Alastair tense up a bit, sitting up in his chair even more than before.
"Understood, sir."
Looking over at the people that had left all of a sudden, he tilted his head. Declan and...Nana? And the new girl whom they had barely even spoken to. All three of them just leaving so abruptly. Maybe they didn't like the idea of cameras watching them? Alastair soon stood up, ready to get back to work. He had things to sell today, that was for sure. But with the peer review happening he had to get ready with that. Twenty pages wasn't too bad but it wasn't easy either. He would have to work hard so that he didn't disappoint anyone.
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I may or may not do that on purpose.
That video makes me smile. Now using this whenever I feel down.
@Dynamo Frokane Alrighty, added a theme song!
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