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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2014 4:23:59 GMT
Anna's room was meticulously tidy. She liked when things were organized and made sense and she liked looking like her life was together. It looked like a picturesque upper class white girl's room. Pale walls, lavender curtains capturing the morning light, white couch and entertainment center with GTAV tucked away so no one could see. She didn't ever have anyone over, so hiding her embarrassing hobbies was more something to make herself feel better but--
But she had a guest today. A not entirely welcome guest.
Anna was sitting hunched over on a purple beanbag chair, in good condition despite looking like a relic from the 90's. Her frows were furrowed and she hugged her leg to her chest, tapping her foot and looking over to her bed every so often. There was a girl. A stranger. Anna knew staying late at school was a bad idea, it made her nervous already. The girl did need help but--
Ugh. Ugh! Anna had spent most of the night worrying about her parents coming in and questioning her. She didn't care what they would say, the last thing she wanted was to hear them get weird about anything. She hardly got any sleep, and she didn't even put the Proth on yet. So when the girl in bed had started stirring, Anna nearly tripped over the bean bag trying to grab her prosthetic and fumbling it.
@mei strength encumbered
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Post by Deleted on Apr 10, 2014 22:26:25 GMT
The night before was a hazy blur that she was pretty sure was a damn good time full of drinking, dancing and anonymous sex. But the walk home was less than enjoyable. She could barely walk, with and without her six inch stilettos. Mei was pretty sure she had fallen down more than once, only managing to get back up by some miracle. She didn’t even know if she made it home.
When her conscious surfaced, she found herself nestled in a bed that was entirely unfamiliar to her. Nope. She hadn’t gotten home, but she had made it to someone else’s. Her eyes cracked open, but shut again shortly after while a groan slipped past her lips. The hangovers were always the worst part of getting drunk. She managed to sit up before opening her eyes again and looked around. “This definitely isn’t my house.”
@annabel
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