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Post by professorpineapple on Jun 7, 2010 14:51:05 GMT -5
A chill wind scattered dried leaves across the pavement. The residential district of Old Bullworth Vale was quiet on this Friday evening. It'd been quiet that Friday afternoon, too, and all through Thursday. Suburbs were generally quiet places.
Two pairs of feet shuffled along the dimly-lit sidewalk. Two blue shoes, two red shoes. A brown paper shopping bag crinkled and tapped against the older boy's leg. From inside came the gentle clanking of metal canisters bumping together.
When they came to an opened gate, the Stevie Stapleton stopped. He turned to the other and gestured for silence. Pedro de la Hoya looked at him with fearful eyes. He nodded, so strongly that Stevie could hear the dark hair flapping against his forehead. Tugging down his blue knit cap, Stevie peered up at the massive house at the end of the driveway. There was a light on in an upstairs window, but only one, and the curtains were drawn. He motioned for Pedro to follow him.
Stevie didn't know whose house this was. He hadn’t planned on tagging any houses tonight - just the park, which they’d gotten, and the basketball court, which they couldn’t find. But, the gate was opened, so he figured, why not? He wasn’t particularly close to any rich people, so it didn’t matter who lived here.
The boys crept onto the property, treading over a carefully-manicured lawn. Pedro cast nervous glances up at the second-story window. From behind the curtains, he thought he could hear voices - girlish voices, chattering. A slumber party? He turned to Stevie, who was making his way over to the garage on the side of the house.
Stevie set down the paper shopping bag, and looked back at Pedro. He cocked his head, and gazed at his companion with a look of mild confusion. Pedro jerked a finger up at the window. Stevie shook his head, and beckoned the younger boy with both hands. Squinting up at the window one last time, Pedro hurried across the lawn.
“There’s people up there,” he whispered.
Stevie crouched down, and stuck a hand into the paper bag. He retrieved two cans of spray paint with as little noise as he could manage. He tossed one to Pedro, who just barely caught it, and bounced back to his feet.
Stevie stepped closer to the boy. He was two years older, but not much taller - he didn’t have to bend down to whisper to him. “It’s fine. Just be quiet.”
The can rattled when he shook it. A quick glance up at the window confirmed that no one had heard. Stevie sprayed a streak of green onto the garage door.
Trust Fund Turds Short, sweet, and to the point. He wasn’t totally sure what it meant, but he heard Trent say it the other day.
He looked at Pedro, who stood awkwardly, spray can in hand.
“What?” muttered Stevie. “This isn’t as bad as the park.”
“It isn’t?” Pedro stared at him. He’d marked up the park with few complaints - mostly out of fear that Stevie would stuff him in a garbage can, but still.
Stevie nodded sagely. “Everyone uses the park. Only a couple people use this house.”
“Oh…” Still, the boy hesitated. After a long, blank stare from his upperclassman, Pedro shook his can cautiously.
“What should I write?” asked Pedro.
Stevie thought a moment. He was disappointed at his roommate’s lack of enthusiasm. Stevie could’ve spent Friday night with his own friends, loitering outside the motel, looking cool. But, he decided to be nice, and spend time with his favorite sixth-grader. Show him a good time, so he didn’t have to sit around playing Future Racer in the dorms like a loser.
“I dunno,” said Stevie with a small pout. “Draw a wang or something.”
Pedro stared at him. Stevie didn’t think he was gonna do it, but after a minute, he did.
Awesome.
((Hope this is alright. Sorry my grammar's so suck.
Can be anyone's house.))
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Post by DJKID on Jun 7, 2010 17:02:10 GMT -5
Farther down the street, a thin boy in a grey uniform was very much enjoying the suburban silence. The wind blowing through the trees, the sound of a bird somewhere far off, a dog barking, all he needed was a little bubbling brook and Will would fallen asleep walking. Nature did such strange things to him.
Then a familiar hissing sound reached his ears. It cut through his peaceful silence, and beckoned his attention. Slowly, he glanced towards the driveway, and the first thing that he noticed was that the gate was open.
Odd.
Then he noticed the two youths committing four crimes.
A penis. Cute.
Will inwardly sighed. He glanced at his watch, reached into his pocket, and repeated his ritual of pill-popping. He was slightly surprised to see he was overdue. Against all rational judgment, he blamed the trees.
They got to him.
As silent as a cat, Will placed his hands in his pockets and strolled over to the duo.
“Shouldn't you two be at home?”
For once, his tone wasn't threatening. He was cruel, but he would never hurt a child. (Which, for the moment, he was convinced Stevie was.)
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Jun 7, 2010 18:11:38 GMT -5
The girls dorm was empty... everyone was out.
All the girls had gone to some stupid girlie slumber party. Apart from Mandy, who was out at a party with the Jocks, and Lola who would be in bed with someone. Pinkie was most likey at Harrington hose, but Kay didn't care enough to know.
She hadn't been invited. Not that it bothered her, really. She just felt a little lonely. She didn't have much to study. She'd just aced three tests she took early and now had nothing to do. She paced her dorm room, bored. She kicked at a sock.
I hate this... She thought. Being a loser sucks sometimes...
She sat down on the edge of the bed, looking out of the window. She sighed.
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Post by professorpineapple on Jun 7, 2010 18:53:22 GMT -5
The two boys jumped. Pedro gasped, and Stevie clasped his hands over the wimpy kid's mouth before he could cry out. Two pairs of dark eyes turned, one wide and fearful, the other curious.
It was him. The boy in the grey uniform. Stevie had seen him before, but only at a distance. He looked different up close. Stevie thought he'd have a manlier jawline, for some reason.
A sleepy little smile crept onto his features.
"We aren't related." was all he could think to say.
Pedro avoided eye contact with the stranger, timidly hiding his spray-can behind his back. But it was hard to look innocent with a big blue nutsack painted on the wall behind him. He looked nervously at Stevie, who was staring at the teenager with a serene expression. He wondered how he could be so calm.
((Grah. Short.))
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Post by casinoclouds on Jun 8, 2010 1:38:05 GMT -5
Back at Bullworth Academy, the girls' dorm was still unlively and empty. Kay gazed at the front of the school from her window, bored out of her mind and lonely. Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a figure approaching from the school gates, a figure of average height in a pair of patterned pajamas. As the unknown character drew closer, she came to the realization that the pajamas were decorated with little cartoon otters, and that this person had long, black hair. Dee.
Dee observed the building, all the lights were off but one window, which contained a curious figure within its frame. She recognized the nerd instantly and began to mouth some undecipherable words complete with complex hand gestures. Kay shrugged at the greaser girl's remarks. Dee sighed, then she motioned for Kay to open the window, something the nerd was able to understand.
Kay did as she was told and questioned, “Weren't you going to that slumber party?”
“I did,” Dee said in a hoarse, attempting-to-whisper-loudly voice, “But I left early. Don't really like that stuff.”
“I know what you mean.”
“Come on, let's head out to the Vale! I don't wanna' waste this Friday night doing nothing!”
(( They're not gonna' bump into Will and them just yet, 'cause that'd be kinda awkward.. but maybe later on? ))
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Post by Memai on Jun 8, 2010 6:54:57 GMT -5
(( Christy... lives in the Vale? Since... when? ))
The other girls were confused when Roxy had declined to attend their little slumber party. "But it'll be fun!" Angie tried, "We can hang out with all the other girls! They'll be nice to us!"
"I'd love to, but I don't like the other girls there." Roxy adjusted her position on the bed, "I'd much rather read anyway."
"Oh..." Angie looked a little dejected at her roommate not wanting to join her, "But Christy's going! You like her, right?"
"I guess... but... I don't know, I'll sit this one out. You two can go and have fun."
"Alright... but you'll be missing out."
"I'll be fine, really," Roxy tried to assure the girl. Angie was nice, and the short blonde girl was thankful she had a friendly roommmate, though she wished she wasn't so pushy when it came to parties and the like. Angie might've wanted to be like Lola, not giving a damn about what others think of her, to strive for mindless popularity.
But little Roxy liked to think of herself as above all that.
x x x x x
But then, as the evening turned to night, Roxy soon found herself without any books to read. The library was locked up and she couldn't simply strut out of the dorms, without a pass or letter, and not have the prefects question her.
So she thought a good dose of telly would do her some good. As much as she liked Angie, she didn't like the idea of cramming a bunch of girls into one bedroom. Not hygienic anyway, all those beauty products slathered and mixed around.
And of course, the horror of having ten girls share one bathroom.
Roxy donned a fluffy nightrobe over her simple, light blue cotton nightdress, slipping on her equally comfy looking slippers and rounded a corner in the hallway.
'I wonder if there's anything on tonight? Are the tarts from yesterday still in the pantry?'
Pointless, meaningless thoughts soon evaporated into the air, when Roxy looked up one minute and caught Kay sneaking through the hallways, with a fully packed bag and a mischievous expression.
"Kay?" the blonde called out loud, sending the Nerd into a startled trip.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Jun 8, 2010 7:24:31 GMT -5
((I LOVE dee's attempting to whisper voice, I do that ALOT.))
Kay smacked her hand into the wall to stop her from keeling over.
"Shhh!" She hissed, half at her hand hitting the wall, half at Roxy.
"Where are you going?" Roxy breathed, coming closer.
"Uh, just out into town... I'm bored shitless," She replied, looking nervously over her shoulder for Ms Peabody.
"That sounds fun," Roxy smiled. "What are you going to do?"
"Well, Dee's waiting for me outside, so ya know, like smash some windows, get a hotdog,"
Roxy's smile basically fell off.
"That's against the law!" She cried. Kay clamped a huge hand over her mouth, which covered most of the tiny girl's face.
"So? You're so proper, Roxy," Kay moaned. "You should come too, it'll do you the world of good,"
"No!" Roxy said, after shoving Kay's hand away. "I shan't take part in that kind of tomfoolery."
Kay sighed. She bent down and grabbed Roxy around the middle.
"W-what are you doing?!" She squealed. Kay hoisted her up over her shoulder and walked down the stairs. Rocy kicked and squirmed in vain. "I don't even have proper clothes on!"
"Nor does Dee, don't worry about it," Kay snorted. She walked out of the dorm and across toward Dee, who looked incredulous.
"Wy have you kidnapped a child?" She asked, staring.
"IT's Roxy, she wants to hang out and have some fun tonight,"
"I. DO. NOT." Roxy potested angrily. "Put me down!"
"Nah." Dee retorted. "You'll have fun!"
With that, Dee, Kay and unwilling Roxy went out into the street and crept down the road, Roxy still firmly held over Kay's huge shoulder.
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Post by cheshacatt on Jun 8, 2010 7:28:51 GMT -5
"Well, Aunt Ruchel, I'd best be getting back to Bullworth now." Judith got up from her aunt's gaudy armchair. "You know they get all tetchy when I don't stay in the dorms."
Ruchel put on a pout - an odd facial expression to see on a woman her age, but comical nonetheless. "And leave your poor auntie all alone? Why'd we sign you up for that dorm? It was a stupid idea." The undertones of Polish accent were barely detectable, drowned by New England American, but was still there nonetheless.
"Yeah, but - nah, it was. Still, Peabody's gonna skin me if I don't get back, so I'll see you soon!"
As Judith laced up her skates outside, she turned to see her aunt waving, then blew a quick kiss. Ahh, relatives. Gotta love 'em. Clutching her case, she began the long skate back to Bullworth.
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As she'd nearly reached the academy, Judith noticed the sneaking figures of Kay and Dee, the former of which seemed to have a quietly protesting Roxy slung over her shoulder. Intrigued, she skated closer.
"Hey, uh, where are you guys going? Because, y'know, it must be more fun than the dorms..." Subtlety. Work on it, Judy.
((Debut!))
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Post by UnknownTerritory on Jun 8, 2010 19:04:33 GMT -5
"But Terrance, come see my collection of expensive clothes!" Gord Vendrom cried, grabbing onto the other boy's arm in an attempt to stop him from leaving the large mansion.
Terrance gave an irritated grunt as he tried to pull Gord along with him, but they both had a feminine figure, and Gord was stronger than him. The blond didn't move much.
"For the last time, no! You act like such a girl!" Terrance snapped at the older boy. After a few minutes of struggling he got his arm free from Gord's grasp. "I am going back to the dorms!" Terrance glared and turned back towards the front door.
He stopped mid-step when he felt Gord arms slither around his waist and hold on, holding him back. He looked down. Gord was on his knees, tightly hugging Terrance's waist, his face pressed against Terrance's lower back. "But I will be lonely!" Gord cried. "Stay! Please!"
"NO!!" The blond cried, smacking Gord on the head. "Now let me go!"
Terrance continued to try and pull free, but Gord did not even nudge. Terrance tried to walk, which resulted in his falling to the ground. In the confusion Gord's grip loosened. Terrance took that chance to crawl away from him.
Terrance then stood, blushing as he patted the dust off his clothes. "Don't do that again." He said.
Gord pouted as he stood up, "But... my love!!" He cried, reaching out to Terrance as he walked towards the door.
"I'm not gay!!!" The other prep shouted, his voice cracking as he stomped out the front door.
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Terrance walked down the street, his hands buried deep in his pockets, his face still flushed.
Goddamn it Gord. I can't believe he told me my jacket was tacky! MY jacket!! Ugh, how dare he! I mean his shoes are soooo last year!
As Terrance passed Pinky's house he thought he heard something, so he stopped. He glanced towards the house, up at the windows. A slumber party.
It is just a slumber party... it was probably them squealing over than Hopkins boy.
He sighed and started back down the street. Not seconds later did he stop again. He heard something... near the garage. With a gulp he tip-toed over, glancing over the side of the wall.
He saw that boy, Stevie, standing there with that younger boy. What was his name? Diego or something? Terrance then frowned. Was that a... penis drawn on the garage door? Okay, he had to admit, that's pretty funny.
Terrance then looked over at the other boy. That was, what did Bif say his name was? Oh yes, like his middle name. Will.
What in the world are they doing here? He thought to himself, staying hidden.
((YES THAT TOOK TWO HOURS!!!))
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Post by Memai on Jun 9, 2010 1:28:12 GMT -5
"Hey, uh, where are you guys going? Because, y'know, it must be more fun than the dorms..." Subtlety. Work on it, Judy.
Kay cracked a wicked grin, as did Dee, both of them staring the frizzy-haired girl with a look that could only be defined as evil. Only more delightful. Judy naturally jumped back a little, but a small smile was evident on her lips regardless. Whatever it was they had in plan, it seemed like fun. Nevermind the fact that Roxy was currently struggling and protesting, the small thing was always a little too prudent anyway.
"We're gonna smash windows, eat hot dogs and not wash the mustard off our faces afterwards," the Nerd slung Roxy back down onto the ground, but kept a firm grip on her shoulders.
"No, no, that isn't fun at all. It's improper and... and please if you're going to eat something so messy, can't you--" a hand over the small blonde's mouth.
"This was all Roxy's idea," Dee teased, poking the girl the cheeks, "Wasn't it?"
"Mmmph!"
Now, Judith enjoyed watching bouts of mischief going on in Bullworth, they were quite entertaining and really, the fights that go on are pretty much on par with the nonsense she's seen on TV.
However, partaking in them, was another story all together. She, being a fence-sitter, would much rather play witness than accomplice. No one could fault a witness, could they?
So she tried to figure out a clever way to be involved in this little sin Kay and Dee (and reluctantly, Roxy) were cooking up, but at the same time, not get her name thrown in there.
"How about I just come along and let you know when the cops come? You guys can do all the smashing," Judith smiled, Kay replied with a wry expression.
"Well, suit yourself. But we better hurry, chilli dogs wait for no one!"
x x x x x
The four stood in middle of Bullworth Town, not so much at a crossroads, but sitting on a bench deciding where to let loose for the night.
"How about Coventry?" Dee suggested, "The boys are out from the tenements, I hear. We could do something?"
"Are you crazy? And get beaten up?" Kay exclaimed. She didn't mind a good rough and tumble, but if it's one thing she couldn't stand, was that the greasers weren't only strong, they also fought dirty. They would drop their pride at a drop of a hat if they knew they could get the upper hand, at the last minute of course, if they could swing a pipe at some poor bastard's head. "They fight like drunks anyway."
Dee frowned, "Oookay, how about the Carnival?"
"I work there, hello? I work for minimum wage, woman, I DO NOT NEED a cut in pay. Especially not when the latest issue of Hawkman is coming out."
"Alright, how about the Vale?"
Kay opened her mouth to say something, Dee holding her breath, quietly hoping for a 'yes'. The black haired girl was like any one of the boy's in her clique; she never liked the Preps. Well... Parker was an exemption, but she didn't like the rest of those lying, charming well-bathed snakes.
"So how'd they kipnap you, girlie?" Judith looked to Roxy, sighing almost at hearing the Nerd and the Greaser throwing ideas back and forth.
"I just wanted to watch telly for the night," Roxy whined, "With strawberry jam tarts too."
Judith patted her on the back. Ah, to have such simple pleasures taken away from you like that. Especially when you're out in town in a particularly oversized robe and slipper combo that bordered on the ridiculous.
(( I kept writing 'dogs' as 'dongs' you guise ;___; Also, I'm sorry if I played as anyone like... terribly ;___; Edit as seen fit! ))
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Post by DJKID on Jun 9, 2010 11:01:09 GMT -5
"Hm."
Was the only response given to their relationship. The pale boy's mind was too busy cycling through all of the different scenarios that could have lead up to this event.
But they were only children.
He settled for the story that bothered him the least.
"Come along. Should the authorities find you outside of your residences, you will be reprehended."
His voice never raised, and that blank expression never dropped. Will took a small step towards the gate, eyes watching, waiting for the delinquents to follow.
(( Laaame. ))
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Post by professorpineapple on Jun 9, 2010 13:23:26 GMT -5
Pedro cast a nervous glance at Stevie, who cracked a smile. They tossed their spray cans into the brown paper shopping bag, and Stevie scurried to keep up with the boy's long strides. Pedro, with one more look to the second-story window, scooped up the bag and followed.
Stevie stared up at the older boy. He had often wondered about him - this strange character, who lurked in the shadows of Bullworth. He'd never spoken to him, but he'd heard things. For one, he was on good terms with Dr. Crabblesnitch. The Prefects were required to treat him with respect. And, according to rumors, "strange things" happened when he was around.
That is so cool.
((lol mancrush))
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Post by DJKID on Jun 9, 2010 14:19:58 GMT -5
(( Cue animu sparklies ))
Will paid no mind to the two boys, judging their distance solely from the sound of their footsteps. He kept a constant pace, facing straight ahead, reformulating his plans for the day.
It will take roughly 30 minutes to reach the school if the children keep up, the youngest one is likely to become distracted, plan for arrival to be delayed. Prefects should be appeased by presence, will earn respect for upholding rules, police figures might be suspicious however. Plan your story. Keep children silent, hide paper bag, very suspicious-
Why.
Is.
He.
Staring.
At.
Me.
The dark eyes slowly locked on Stevie. His apparent comfort was unsettling.
Judging from plain outfit, child is associated with Bullies. Manner does not match. Older than first assumed? Probably on drugs.
Mechanically, Will reached into his pocket and withdrew a small orange bottle, the pills rattling inside. He tapped a few into his palm, and swallowed them all at once.
Children.
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Post by Chelsea Saughton on Jun 9, 2010 18:01:00 GMT -5
((LOVED the way our characters were all RP'd, Mems.))
"Kay- KAY!" Roxy was literally dangling off the ground, holding on to Kay's bicep as Kay's arm was bent at a right angle, a large brick in her even larger hand. Resistance was very futile. Kay could have thrown Roxy AND the brick right through the window, but of course she wasn't THAT mental.
"Leggo." Kay grunted, trying to shake her loose.
"Kay, please don't! People in that clique know my mum and dad!" She begged.
"But it was us," Dee replied, forraging in the nearby grassy patch, collecting stones in the front of her pyjamas. "You were asleep like a nice little girl in the dorms,"
"No, but you don't understand..." Roxy looked close to weeping. Kay enjoyed spending time with these loons, but she couldn't cope with a weeping girl in her dressing gown and slippers in the dead of night.
"Okay, okay," Kay sighed. Dee shot her a disgusted look.
"I'm dissapointed, Adams." She spat, going into a kind of pantomime routine, with one hand on her hip and the other still clutching her jammie top up, with all the rocks nestled in the fabric. Kay was opening her eyes really widely at Dee for about a whole minute until Dee's mouth dropped open.
"ohhhhh...." she murmured. Roxy smiled at them both. She let go of Kay's arm.
"Thank you-"
"ROCKS AWAY!" Kay bellowed, hurling the stone right through the french windows. Someone inside yelled.
"RUN!" Dee screamed.
They started to sprint, Judith leading, skating as fast as she could.
((Sam, if im making mistakes with Dee, TELL ME.))
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Post by AshHavynn on Jun 9, 2010 22:06:38 GMT -5
((HAR HAR))
"OH BLOODY FUCKING HELL," REL shrieked, nestling some small furry creature in her non-existant bosom. "That stone almost HIT my poor baby!" Angie and Christy stopped gasping hysterically a moment, just long enough to exchange incredulous gasps.
The rock had come, speeding through the air, almost hit REL in the face, missed by an inch, and hit the corner of her purse, up against a wall, where the bag literally jumped into the air, a cat-like screeching noise emitting from the bag. To this cause, REL had quite nearly evaporated from her previous location beside the window and rematerialized at the side of her flustered cat-dog-rat. Now that she had it scooped up in her arms, is was hissing and baring its teeth very much viciously, all the while REL was coddling and cooing at it.
"Who THREW that," Pinky shouted with attitude (as I can't imagine Pinky NOT at a slumber party in the Vale), and rushed to the window to look out. Kay must've never noticed the window was open to begin with.
"Oh, who bloody threw that INDEED," REL hissed in unison with the feral disagreements of her pet, throwing it around her neck and taking a sprint for the door. She was to travel down the hall, down the stairs, down the foyer, and across the front yard to intercept the perpetrators. Not that she was physically capable of DOING anything, but gross aggressive instinct compelled her to see who done it.
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The sound of domestic disturbance of the female variety caused an automatic reaction, a pause. Quiet. Will turned around to face the manor once more, out of the corner of his eye he saw Pedro squirm and squeal in fear. Typical guilty response; expected. The now presumably older boy simply looked over his shoulder, ears perked up, and emitted a curious, "Whoa!!" The nature of the scream gave the impression that the stimuli was of a more shocking and determinably terrifying factor: something perceivable to the short term mind as potentially dangerous.
Interesting.
"Do not leave." He felt the words necessary although futile, as the second Will began to approach the house again, Stevie, too budged, following Will. It was like he didn't comprehend simple English. Maybe if Will had beckoned him to follow, the boy would have held his ground. With a duck-follows-mother mental capacity, the younger of the children sped off after the other. It wasn't long before Will's ears detected the sound of multiple footsteps--all of which repeated in a similar, urgent pattern: escape.
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The front double doors of the mansion flew open (or as near to it as doors as ridiculously large and ornate as these could do), and out from them sprung one very angry, dark skinned stick, hair wispy and flying about haphazardly, some kind of gnashing rat clinging to her shoulders. She emerged barefoot, and in basically a silken nighty that left little to the imagination, the top hugging her chest, falling more loosely around her thin ribs, and exploding into a sheer dancing mess of fabric in a miniskirt about her hips. She did humanity the favor of wearing a pair of lacy boyshorts beneath the see-through tragedy of a gown.
"WHO THREW THIS STONE," she nearly roared in her now borderline-alto English accent, chaffing and scratching now that she'd lost her composure.
Not much left to the imagination.
(IF I MURDERED ANYBODY [re:Will] PLEASE LET ME KNOW <3)
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