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Post by Deleted on Sept 13, 2013 21:15:52 GMT
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Friday night meant going out, in Olivia's books. The agency wasn't cruel enough to make her work on Friday nights, probably because there was a high chance she wouldn't turn up, plain and simple.
Friday nights also meant judgement flew out the window and the regular street hobo became your soul mate. Alas, it wasn't always that Olivia would go into the city and take the party with her there, but it happened. It did, and this was where it got her.
Passed out behind a bush in Athens Park and forgotten by most of her friends, who trudged away somewhere else to find more drinks. Olivia couldn't compute her situation though, because it was an odd night where the stars came out and her sick pile wasn't so great and she could really, really smile.
LAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE! |
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Post by RAZ DUBOIS on Sept 13, 2013 23:32:48 GMT
Nighttime was always her favorite time, the blueish grey tones and occasional orange lighting from the street lamps illuminating the streets they lined. Before she knew it, Raz found herself at the park, tentatively pressing forward through the entrance, allowing her feet to press gently across the soft grass. Her curiosity got to the best of her and she slipped off her shoes, letting her warm, bare feet walk across the cool green, though a darker blue it looked with the lack of light. She wiggled her little toes, smiling softly at how nice the grass felt. But, her attention was pulled away from the gentle feeling and pulled towards a bush, rustling and....groaning, even? Raz tiptoed her way over to the shrubbery and glanced around it, noticing a young girl. She perked a brow, wondering why in the world she'd be laying back there and spoke up to question, albeit softly, almost a whisper, "Um... are you... okay?" |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2013 18:40:35 GMT
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Olivia sniffed the air, and widened her eyes when she heard a voice and saw a face! A face upside down! That was quite particular, she thought with a question mark stapled to her forehead. "NO! EVERYTHING'S NOT OKAY!" She shouted, jumping up, narrowly touching her sick pile. Olivia circled it with practiced ease, and touched the pretty blue haired girl's hair. "YOUR HAIR IS NICER THAN MINE! THAT'S NOT FAAAaaaair!" Whining, she pouted. Until she couldn't find the balance any more and decided to rest her head on the stranger's shoulder, whilst making funny noises. RAZ DUBOISLAIKA OF GANGNAM STYLE! |
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Post by RAZ DUBOIS on Sept 26, 2013 18:36:23 GMT
Suddenly she was supporting the girl and Raz had no idea how to handle it, the strong scent of alcohol hitting her nose. She wasn't used to someone just clinging to her like that, but tentatively, she patted the girl's back, trying to soothe her. "Th-there there... If you'd... like, I could... give you tips? To um... make... your hair softer?"Raz wasn't sure how to handle the hair comment, either, so she tried her best. After taking a look at the situation, the ballerina led the whitelette over to a nearby park bench, taking a seat with her. She figured that, all things considered, siting down would have been better than laying on the grass. Especially when drunk and apparently getting sick. "Uh... why... are you in the park...?" |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2013 0:22:54 GMT
bye olivia
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