sucre'd fiend’s Comments (group member since Jan 07, 2017)

sucre'd fiend’s comments from the The Beginning of the End (Zombie RP) group.

I will kiks~

Because the older two left the family

aight, y'all
peace out while I go and do work and eat and other shit that needs to be done

ah now I gotta watch the rest of those when I have time~

Oh, this was good. She was glad she'd asked a random person. Natalie hadn't so much thought about what beauty standards were like--outside of what looked professional and what didn't--so she was no authority on this. Her hair, after all, was currently being held up in a messy bun with three different pens and a scrunchy. She opened her mouth to speak, not yet sure of her words. She froze, her leaning forward as finally what she wanted was at the tip of her tongue.

"Like, the typical American beauty. Think those beauty pageants where the winners are all fit-looking, blonde, and blue-eyed; that kind of standard. Totally ridiculous and objective, but that's modern America for you." She snorted then before her expression went back to that of concentration. Somewhere along the line, she'd stopped clicking her pen and was jotting down notes in her notebook. This was, thus far, a productive session. It was just a matter of the right questions and compilation of answers. Maybe she'd take to Twitter later on; that was certainly a good place to start.

As the last short-hand note was jotted down, she looked back up to the girl. She'd forgotten to ask her name, but she'd do that later. Maybe ask if she wanted to remain anonymous. She'd still have to cite her, though, in her paper, which would be fairly easy.

The breakfast rush couldn't be considered much of a rush, but it was something. Nightshifters and early birds generally ambled in during the early hours, more of a wave than a rush. But it would still be busy as the morning opened up. Pinching her cheek, Jos scoffed. "When have I ever let him?" It was a fair point. He had gotten her the job, after all.

"If I'm not hallucinating, it sounds like you're inviting me for a booty call." His brows rose as he tilted his head to the side, lips somehow maintaining a thin line of seriousness despite the amusement dancing in his eyes. He placed a hand on his chest, leaning back slightly as he feigned indignation. "You make me out to be a cheap hooker; you better be making dinner or something." He was certainly game for a continuation of their interrupted moment.

Lena wrote: "sucre'd fiend wrote: "lolololol I can't afford to have that lifestyle
college is a bitch"

Indeed. I'm quickly finding that out the hard way."

you can do it!
imma just do one last reply to you before I get on with my work
I'll try to get a reply in every thirty minutes or so

jenny wrote: "CIS project finished.
gotta do chem and then it's character making timmmmeeeeee ~
:D"

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaye jenn

lolololol I can't afford to have that lifestyle
college is a bitch

Kiks. The worst part about kissing a perfect 10 is how cold the mirror feels against your lips wrote: "also Fiend the cherry popped thing reminds me of Bioshock XD"

lol I think I've watched a let's play of that once

one more round of replies and then I'm getting back to work~

I can see if there's something I can help with?

I'm always procrastinating~

"Fair point."

There was the resting bitch face again as she shook her head at herself. She should have opened up with the original question she had in mind. If she ended up being a major journalist or reporter like she planned, she'd have to move quickly with questions. She checked that off mentally as a lesson learned and barreled on, undeterred. Before speaking, though, she did a quick scan of the girl's features. God, she looked like one of those old-time actresses. Not the ones with the curls; maybe a miniature Audrey Hepburn crossed with Marilyn Monroe. Wait, not what she was supposed to be thinking about. Blinking, she got her train of thought back and continued.

"If you had to say that something was a political matter, would it be modern beauty standards in America?"

No, no, no. That question felt wrong, like it was asked the wrong way. Another mental note to change it when she asked the next person. This was already proving fruitful. Maybe she would write about beauty standards, even if it turned into something political.

yup yup

*chokes*
AHAHAHAHA
glad to have popped your roleplay cherry XD

hmm, muy thai might bulk him up more than anything
french kickboxing?

Lena, I posted in the Student Union.

He couldn't understand why he was so nervous. It wasn't like it was his first time coming over to Kai's house in the first place. But then again, this happened every time. The dark haired boy swallowed thickly, contemplating whether he should even be here. He could just go home and retreat into the comfort of his room ( which may or may not have been conveniently across from Kai's ). They could be in the middle of some mother-daughter bonding, and they needed all the time together they could get.

Chewing on his bottom lip, he bounced back on his heels for a moment. All he was here to do was hang out, take out to eat. Nothing different from what they usually did. So he rang the doorbell and waited.

oooooooooooooooooooooooooo

yes YES PRINCE
SLAY US

Oh, if we have any sporty kids, that would be good.


GO KIKS GO
I'm working on the biker chick next

Natalie stared down at the blank paper before her, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed. She had another project to do and she was stumped--for the very first time. She usually always had something to write about. Hell, she could write about the inauguration, but then so would every major reporter ever. Plus, she wasn't in the mood to get political this time around. She didn't want to do anything whimsical, either. Her professor had already stated that they had a deep love for papers with substance, so substance she would get. The blonde haired girl clicked her pen repeatedly, flipping from one blank page in her notebook to the neck like she hoped some great revelation would come to her from the college-rule notebook. Not that it would, though.

Her frustration was evident, though it might have seemed that way when she woke up this morning anyhow. The deep-seated scowl on her face had already been noted as seemingly permanent, even by the friends who knew better. Maybe that was it. She could write about beauty standards. But again--political. But it had substance. But it was political. This battle was waged through murmurs until finally she turned to look at the person closest to her.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?"

Oh, and the social media threads!