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IM DYING LOL ILOVEIT XD
Emma
I could feel his eyes on me. God, what a pervert. It made me want to kick his head off; you know, like they do in the cartoons and then the sound effects is supposed to make it harmless and funny? The only reason I made that reference was because I remember, my brothers and I used to watch those Saturday morning cartoons, after I had made toast for everyone and sometimes we even had our dad wake up early enough to cook us up some deer sausages. Those were always the best Saturdays. Anyway, when I grabbed my panties from outside, I had glanced down the hallway, wondering if my pants had maybe, somehow been thrown down in there. But, of course, they were not. This was like some kind of treasure hunt to find some sense of dignity in the next fifteen minutes or I was sure one of us was going to get hurt, and it wasn't going to be me. I was waiting for him to answer the series of questions, my stance clearly indicating that I wasn't messing around; or so I hoped I looked intimidating; my shoulders weren't as feminine as most girls, which kind of made me look bulky, but that was from all the farm work I had done over the past years. The rest was completely a woman's body, though. I know that because I've seen pictures of my mother, very few, but I have and I look like her in every way but the hair and shoulders.
He was mocking me. He was mocking me and I don't like it, not one bit. I ground my teeth together, hating that I still didn't know who he was. Not that I wanted to know, but I just wanted to shut him up and leave, forget this ever happened. The Mallots? That rang a bell, it was like my brain was trying to beat through the fog of the hangover and tell me who they were. The Mallots..were a band, right? Okay, so far so good – but I still don't know who the hell he is. I watched – pretty much glared at – him as he makes his way over to me. I don't waste a second looking at the arm that shoots past me to lean against the wall. He leaned in and I could smell the hangover on coming from his breath. Not much could be said about that because I was pretty damn sure mine was no better. The...the kitchen sink?! What. The. Actual. Fuck. How did we get my pants in the kitchen sink? Was that even possible? Despite me hating him, I couldn't disagree that he was extremely good looking, from close up, especially. But wasn't that the case with all butt-heads? Yeah, I'm pretty sure they were. He leaned in a few more until our faces were nearly touching and I squinted my eyes for a moment, as if the fog was finally dispersing.
Shit.
“Oh hell no!” I cried out suddenly, shoving him back harshly, I stormed right past him and into the kitchen and found my pants – in the kitchen sink. Well, they were actually shorts. I could have sworn I had worn pants. “You..” I storm right back in the bedroom part of the hotel and shoot him what I hope is the look of murder in my eyes. “You're that prick that sings for The Mallots, right? The f****ing jerk my friend would kill to just smell you!” I shudder, thinking that I actually slept with this guy. “Oh hell no.” I groaned, sliding my denim short on and do the button on it. “You're...” I gestured in his general direction, and then simply groaned loudly, not able to find the words to describe how horrible this was. “Where's my damn phone?!” I demanded, looking around frantically for it.
(O.O
somebody's PMSing...)
I could feel his eyes on me. God, what a pervert. It made me want to kick his head off; you know, like they do in the cartoons and then the sound effects is supposed to make it harmless and funny? The only reason I made that reference was because I remember, my brothers and I used to watch those Saturday morning cartoons, after I had made toast for everyone and sometimes we even had our dad wake up early enough to cook us up some deer sausages. Those were always the best Saturdays. Anyway, when I grabbed my panties from outside, I had glanced down the hallway, wondering if my pants had maybe, somehow been thrown down in there. But, of course, they were not. This was like some kind of treasure hunt to find some sense of dignity in the next fifteen minutes or I was sure one of us was going to get hurt, and it wasn't going to be me. I was waiting for him to answer the series of questions, my stance clearly indicating that I wasn't messing around; or so I hoped I looked intimidating; my shoulders weren't as feminine as most girls, which kind of made me look bulky, but that was from all the farm work I had done over the past years. The rest was completely a woman's body, though. I know that because I've seen pictures of my mother, very few, but I have and I look like her in every way but the hair and shoulders.
He was mocking me. He was mocking me and I don't like it, not one bit. I ground my teeth together, hating that I still didn't know who he was. Not that I wanted to know, but I just wanted to shut him up and leave, forget this ever happened. The Mallots? That rang a bell, it was like my brain was trying to beat through the fog of the hangover and tell me who they were. The Mallots..were a band, right? Okay, so far so good – but I still don't know who the hell he is. I watched – pretty much glared at – him as he makes his way over to me. I don't waste a second looking at the arm that shoots past me to lean against the wall. He leaned in and I could smell the hangover on coming from his breath. Not much could be said about that because I was pretty damn sure mine was no better. The...the kitchen sink?! What. The. Actual. Fuck. How did we get my pants in the kitchen sink? Was that even possible? Despite me hating him, I couldn't disagree that he was extremely good looking, from close up, especially. But wasn't that the case with all butt-heads? Yeah, I'm pretty sure they were. He leaned in a few more until our faces were nearly touching and I squinted my eyes for a moment, as if the fog was finally dispersing.
Shit.
“Oh hell no!” I cried out suddenly, shoving him back harshly, I stormed right past him and into the kitchen and found my pants – in the kitchen sink. Well, they were actually shorts. I could have sworn I had worn pants. “You..” I storm right back in the bedroom part of the hotel and shoot him what I hope is the look of murder in my eyes. “You're that prick that sings for The Mallots, right? The f****ing jerk my friend would kill to just smell you!” I shudder, thinking that I actually slept with this guy. “Oh hell no.” I groaned, sliding my denim short on and do the button on it. “You're...” I gestured in his general direction, and then simply groaned loudly, not able to find the words to describe how horrible this was. “Where's my damn phone?!” I demanded, looking around frantically for it.
(O.O
somebody's PMSing...)
I am back! C: fjdskfjsljflkd please don't hate me. I took foreverrrrrr jfkdsjfklsdjfl
okay. you may hate me for another thing I'm about to ask.
I feel really bad about it too because I said no the last person who asked, but that was before I started to play guys again and ahhh okay
Would it be possible to add in a guy and girl? O.O
like to the plot? Maybe a band member and a best friend or sister?
oh god. okay.
*SEES YOU'RE BACK*//SPASMS
ASDFNGJKL;KAHGKFDA'RIOTJ KA'DLKGNKFDA'LKGJFKDA'GJFKAL
haha haaaiiiiii! ^^
how've you been?!?!?
how've you been?!?!?
haiaiiiaiiiiiaiiiiiiii c: Goooooood c: HOW have YOU. been????
You were gone for so long D:
//pets your head
heyyyylooooooooooooooooooooooooheyheyeheylooooooo O.O
I have BEEN very GOOD
THANK you
only two months! D:
//o_O
I have BEEN very GOOD
THANK you
only two months! D:
//o_O
I'm glad you're okayyyyy c: ~~~~~~~TWO WHOLE MONTHS.
fkdjfkdjfdjf
THAT. makes. me
reconsider MY LIFE here
on the GR
uh uh UH.
//is being creepy
OUR RP MAN.
I'm sorreeehhhhhhhhhhfjhdfjhdhhhfhjdsahhh
haha thanks~
YOU WERE GONE FOR PART OF ONE
from what i can see when you last posted on this roleplay haha
the GR?
i like the sound of that
the GR xD
//likes it
hmm, are you still wanting to do it?
or start a new one?
YOU WERE GONE FOR PART OF ONE
from what i can see when you last posted on this roleplay haha
the GR?
i like the sound of that
the GR xD
//likes it
hmm, are you still wanting to do it?
or start a new one?
GOSH. I KNOW. JUST. JUST.xD
YES. The GR.
HUMmmmmm.... I think I might want to start a new one if that's alright with youuu
I need a fresh start. A TIME TO REGAIN MYSELF FROM MY CRAPINESS.
k? OKAY.
Only if you want to of courseee~
If you do though, should we make a new threadddd?
NO JUSTS
The GR
xD
dying
BE RUUGHHT BACK
The GR
xD
dying
BE RUUGHHT BACK
this is going to be one of her lines(or somewhere among the lines, anyway):
(view spoiler)["Oh my god! You're that creepy ass singer!" (hide spoiler)]XD