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Em (Hannah)
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Jul 22, 2015 06:22PM
Heeeeeeey here it is!!
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Yaaaay I'm SO EXCITED.FOR THIS. WHAT SHOULD OUR STORY BE ABOUT
https://youtu.be/jxEuBdG4YN0https://youtu.be/Pk-R2j_6tvg
Ok so these links are part 1 and part 2 of a Courage the Cowardly Dog Show episode. I'll summarize the plot because I think it could be interesting. So Courage is minding his own business like usual when the cat, Kitty, comes by looking for a place to stay. Kitty is disguised and explains that her best friend Bunny has been forbidden to see her because of Bunny's abusive boyfriend. (It's also implied that Kitty and Bunny were much closer than friends.) The reason she is disguised is because of her refusal to face the world without Bunny, but not only is a total prude about the whole thing, but she beats the shit out of Courage because she's mad at dogs (because Bunny's boyfriend is a dog.) So what ends up happening, is Courage has to help fix this chick's problems by saving Bunny and getting Bunny and Kitty back together again.
Now I'm thinking we could use this plot, add add we need, and boom. It even has a happy ending.
That was a terrible summary, I'm sorry. XD
O.O That's - interesting. Are they actually a bun and a cat? Also: I was terrified of courage the cowardly dog as a child cx
In the show they are literally animals. But we could have our own interpretation with real people. This is only an idea though.
Actually - I like the idea! I don't think I could play as an animal? But we can always always interpret the idea into humans. I loooove it. Basically - dramatic. Female a is in relationship with abusive male female b is female a's best friend - abusive male refuses to allow female a to see her anymore / anyone anymore to the point of threatening death. Female b is desperate to find help and so maybe she stumbles across an old friend (who is a male) and lashes out on him because of her unabolitiy to trust males - then blah blah blah
Right right. I think the best pairing would be one of us playing the abuse boyfriend and female b (chick who's trying to save her friends.) Then the other plays the bistandard guy and girl a (chick with abusive boyfriend.) So we've always got characters together, even when the girls are separated for a while.
Yes yes honestly that sounds awesome! Which pairing would you like? I have an idea of who I would like but I could do either
I have no opinion. I can play either. Who would you like to be?
Bystander guy and girl a? Is that okay??
:3 All good by me. Do you want to start where the girls are best friends, then go on to girlA meeting and hooking up with the douchebag. Or do you want to start where girl A is already in a relationship with this guy and rethinking her relationship with him?
How about we kinda start with the history of the best friends and then lead up to the relationship!
Alright. So we'll start even before all that to where the girls first meet?
{Name: Gypsy } {Gender: Female }
{Sexuality: Lesbian }
{Age: 23 }
{Appearance}
{Bio}
Gypsy is not originally Gypsy's real name. Coincidentally, the girl is literally a gypsy. She and her large adopted family live off the grid and change identities when needed.
(Despite the pictures.) The iris' or her eyes are a pail, foggy blue, given that she was born blind- the iris's color due to their deterioration. She lives happily without it, though is really spooked and teens to like things calm. Despise this she is quite cheery and loves to go out. She is also occationally stubborn, and INTENSELY SASSY.
((sad the picture isn't working :())
It's up to yoU! I'm gonna do one for both (:
Name: AmethystNickname: Amy - though prefers Amethyst
Sexuality: Assumed Heterosexual (unsure)
Age: 21
Appearance:
Personality: Amethyst is a very carefree individual with a spirited attitude. She loves nature and being outside - it's one of her favorite things to be out in a field twirling around as though nothing in the world matters elsewhere. She also loves to dance. Despite being oblivious to it, Amethyst is quite the flirt and often finds herself in situations she doesn't really want to be in. For the most part she has a hard time saying no, but tries to look out for her friends as much as possibly - especially her best friend.
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Side character:
Name: Evan
Age: 18
Sexuality: doesn't matter
Appearance:
Personality: big ole nerdy coward
{Name: Artie }{Age: 27 }
{Sexuality: Strait }
{Appearance}
{Bio}
Typical drug dealing douche bag, overly clingy boyfriend punk bitch.
I like em short and sweet. Heh heh. So I was thinking this could take place in the city?
I'll go ahead and start us off then!
Gypsy sat at the bar. This was the first time in a long time she'd been out by herself. With one elbow on the counter and her chin supported in her hand, she sat quietly as her finger circled the rem of her glass. She practically had to fight the bar tender for a drink, though of course he had her well-being in his interest. She felt the surface of the bar as glasses were sat down and slid around the hard surface; she could feel the rumble of the bass on the ground from the pumping music. She could feel all these things, though without focus, it all came together like a white noise machine. Her intent was on the music now. The DJ had a liking for foreign music- none of the words made sense to her, but the beat was one to dance too.
All the commotion numbed her and excited her at the same time. She wouldn't get up to dance unless someone invited her to- though in this position it looked at though she were almost pouting; the black glasses threw people off too- good thing she was pretty or maybe NO ONE would talk to her.
She'd been sitting at the bar for maybe 20 minutes now. 15 more minutes and I'm leaving. she thought to herself.
(I honestly thought it's be a lot longer. I'm sorry. XD )
Amethyst wore her hair down that night. Music fluttered around her as her hands fled to her hair, her hips bouncing with the beat and her feet unable to stay on the ground. Bodies bumped and danced around her, her friends sending her tooth-filled grins as they danced to their own beat. A few of them were unable to dance, fumbling around as though they were able to - but incapable. She adored their enthusiasm though. Despite being on the brink of drinking age, she had slipped quite a few and already felt herself become tipsy. The room spinned around her and her heart fluttered happily and with that feeling she decided another drink was needed. Despite the whining from her group, she span away from them and burst from the crowd of dancing people, her breathing hastened as she made her way toward the bar. She plopped herself up on a stool and leaned in, a smile edging on her lips as her cheeks blossomed with a pink, "Hey, bartender, it's me again." She giggled.
Gypsy sat, her fingertip continuing to circle the remaining of her glass. Her attention was zoned in to her closer surroundings as a girl plopped in a bar stool just around the corner from where she herself sat. The bartender walked over and looked at Amethyst, half expecting her to puke before he could even answer. When she didn't spew her guts, he tapped the bar, "Right. You again. Are you sure you want another."
Gypsy suddenly felt a wild hair in her ass and struck the bartender's attention, "Yeah she wants another." She said with a confident smirk, "On me. And I think I'll have another too." She downed the rest of her drink. This wasn't the first time she'd picked up a mate at the bar, but this time she hoped for a little something more. She hoped for a relationship, and even if this girl didn't swing that way, at least she'd have someone to take to.
The bartender raised his eyebrows at Amethyst and leaned on the bar, "Alright ladies. What can I get you?"
Amethyst couldn't control the flutter her heart made as she slid off the stool and onto the one right next to Gypsy, "Uuuh, I'll try whatever she's having. Thank you so much." She giggled lightly, the hit of surprise only lasting for a second as the giddiness of her drunken stature rolled through her. "I'm Amethyst. You can call me - well, whatever I suppose." She shrugged, her signature smile on her lips as she looked over at the girl. The stranger was beautiful, her short hair white, though her eyes covered by glasses. What truly caught her eye was the specks of freckles scattered across her cheeks, "You're cute. Do you come here often?" She shook her head," Well that sounds cheesy, but I-"
The bartender slid two drinks over, "Yeah, you're here quite often." He chuckled and rolled his eyes as he returned to the other demanding customers.
Amethyst simply shrugged innocently, her large, deep brown eyes masked with mascara. Her long brown hair in spirals and nearly hitting the top of her bottom. Tonight she sported a small red dress, tight to her chest that flared out at her hips. She was a relatively small girl, barely any chest to be proud for, but she loved her butt and especially knew how to move her hips. So, she didn't care.
(Woops. I don't know if I included this but the iris and pupils of Gypsy's eyes have deteriorated. And she's wearing those glasses with black lenses.) Gypsy likely would have been impressed it she was able to see the girl. She also would have rolled her eyes at the bartender if she had such use for the gesture.
She turned on her bar stool a little towards the girl. "Amethyst. That's a beautiful name." She said lustfully. It was obvious by the way Amethyst spoke that she was a bit hammered; this gave Gypsy the opportunity to flirt without having to dodge around her more forward diologue that a sober person may not appreciate. "I'm Gypsy, by the way. Yeah I come here a lot. I like the atmosphere. You come here often?" She laughed sweetly, though only for the art of fawning the new target.
Gypsy was on the taller side of average. She sat with one elbow on the bar. The girl wore black jeans and white prop top. Most of her clothes were black and white due to her lack of fashion.
((POOP I FORGOT MY BAD FORGET THAT WAS EVEN SAID))
Amethyst, "Gypsy, thank you. I love your name. Yes, I like the atmosphere as well." She leaned back in the stool and smiled lightly, placing her hands around the cup and sipping on the drink, "I feel as though this might be my last drink for the night." She giggled lightly and shook her head, "Would you care if I asked you a question?" Amethyst truly gave no time for the girl to answer before blurting out the question, "I'm quite curious about your sunglasses. It's so dark in here, what are you hiding behind there?" She asked, her voice as soft as it could be with the music being so loud. The world around her seemed to pause, the music no longer relevant as she felt her heart leap excitedly.
Gypsy opened her mouth to answer the girl then became quiet after hearing her question. She slid her fingers across the bar till she touched her drink and brought it to her lips. She didn't mind explaining to people that she was blind, but often the reaction was dramatic, especially with an intoxicating audience. She was held into the conversation, able to hear their drinks tap onto the bar as they were sat down. "They're not sunglasses exactly. If I gave you my number, you wanna meet me for hangover coffee tomorrow and I'll tell you all about them?" She said, smiling charmingly.
Amethyst shook her head in agreement, taking in the girl's charming smile, "Yes, you are being quite mysterious, if I agree to this though, you'll have to come dance with me for the night. Agreed?" Amethyst held out her hand for the girl to swear upon, "Pinky promise." She curled her other fingers, her smile childish as she leaned her elbow on the bar top. The bartender seemed to ignore them the rest of the time, avoiding their presence incase they were to ask for another drink. Amethyst didn't mind much, despite her sluggish mind, she knew she didn't need another drink. At least, being in the presence of a new person truly encouraged her to be in a somewhat stable mind.
"Pinky promise." Gypsy didn't have the ability to find Amethyst's pinky without making a fool of herself, so she did as the girl had, putting her elbow on the bar and held out her pinky after taking out the rest of her drink. This was her 3rd drink of the night and she did not to intend to take anymore. By the time they were done dancing she had a feeling she'd take a while in the cab, trying to remember her address. After the pinky promise and exchange if numbers, Gypsy stood touching Amethyst's arm and slid her hand down to her's, tangling their fingers together. She was a bit buzzed now and wanted despartely to feel the rest of the girl's body. She leaned her arm into the girl's with a sweet laugh then walked towards the dance floor .
Amethyst smiled and bit down on her bottom lip, "Pinky promise." She breathed out as she linked their pinkies, too drunk to think any of Gypsy's hesitation, but she noted it, and clung onto her curiosities of the girl. Hastily, she downed the rest of her fifth drink and licked her lips. "How well do you dance?" She asked over the music as it became more prominent, the song morphing into a wild beat, a beat which no one could truly stick to, but one that was fun to try, "I love this song!" Amethyst laughed and tugged on Gyspy's hand, pulling them into the bouncing depths of people. She had no interest in finding her friends, in fact she forgot they had existed. Taking both of the girl's hands, she twisted them and began to feel the music hum through her, beginning to move her hips.
Gypsy dismissed the girl's question. She bobbed her head and grinned. Her hand traveled back up Amethyst's arm and to her shoulder where she swiped some of the girl's hair off her should. She laughed happily put her fists in the air as they danced to the music and others danced on them. Gypsy loved to feel the strangers brush against her and the bass tremble the floor beneath her feet. She loved the swirling aroma of heavy perfumes and colognes. The dance floor engulfed her entirely and Amethyst was the highlight. She could already recognize the girl's perfume in the crowd. She reached out, touching her chest as she came close and slid her hand down her body and to her waist.
Amethyst giggled and shoved her hands into her wild, thick hair, biting down on her lower lip as she twirled around to the music. No one else in the world mattered in that moment. Happiness erupted within her stomach, butterflies fluttering from a cage, chills crawling all over her skin. A happy gasp swept from her lips as Gypsy reached out for her, her hands ending at her waist. The entire trail left Amethyst feeling bubbly and happy, warmth flickering in her chest as though her veins were on fire. "You're a great dancer!" Amethyst laughed lightly, moving her hips as she wrapped her arms around Gypsy's shoulders, the rest of the bouncing bodies pushing them closer together.
Gypsy could feel her insides bubble as the alcohol boiled in her belly. Her fingers crawled across Amethyst's dress, slowly gripping the fabric as she came closer against her. "I'm actually not. We're just drunk." Gypsy cracked up laughed coming closer as they practically melted into one another. As her head became light, she found it about time that she head home before she got herself lost trying to find her way home or pass out in the bathroom. She became excited, feeling her heartbeat thud to the music.
"Can I kiss you before I go?" She said, "Just a kiss. No attachments."
Amethyst bit down on her lower lip, her heart pounding in her chest as she pressed her forehead to the girl's."I'm pretty hard to forget." She whispered lightly, a smile tugging on the edge of her lips as she pressed herself closer to Gypsy. The warmth from their bodies felt like electricity and Amethyst didn't care about anyone around them. The moment was blissful - beautiful and she'd never wanted a kiss so badly in her life. Their lips were inches apart and she felt the flutter of Gypsy's warm breathe brush against her lips. Amethyst had never kissed a girl before - for the most part she dated males and really it was complicated. But she didn't care. None of it mattered. This was what mattered.
Gypsy stopped dancing, unable to jump around and get the grip on Amethyst that she wanted. Her hand slid up her side, bringing them against one another as her other hand traveled up her body and to her lips. Her fingertips were her only source of navigation. She pushed her thumb to Amethyst's bottom lip and smeared her lipstick across her cheek as Gypsy took her hand to the back of the girl's head planting a deep kiss on her with a big inward sigh of pleasure. Gypsy stood, embracing the girl completely. She'd officially failed at her original idea of coming and finding the beginning of a lasting relationship. She'd completely fallen in love with the girl after some small drunken diologue and some amazing boob and butt grazing action.
Electricity erupted from Gypsy's fingertips as they slid up Amethyst's side to her face. Realization shuttered through the girl as her eyes trailed over Gypsy's sunglasses. Her thumb pressed against her lip and Amethyst felt chills down her spine, her eyes closing, her heart racing, her head spinning. When their lips touched it felt like magic, that was the only thing Amethyst could compare it to. But she didn't think much. With their lips in sinc she felt herself flying - their tongues intermingling, the kiss passionate as she'd never felt it before. Everyone disappeared around her as she locked her fingers in Gypsy's hair, her grip tight as she pressed them closer. She broke when she needs to breathe, panting, "Gypsy," She was breathless, her voice merely a whisper in the girl's ear.
Gypsy groaned happily after Amethyst pulled away. She pushed her forehead back against the girl's and laughed softly. She smiled gently and pulled on her hair a little and murmured to the girl as the music and sound of people flooded back into her ears. "I'm feel yu' tomorrow. Call me ok?" She slid her hands to Amethyst's arms and rubbed them assuringly with another sweet laugh. God I hope she calls me.
Gypsy considered kissing the girl again, but reminded herself she was already going way too fast. She walked off the dance floor and listened for the sound of flowing liquid. She walked at a pace, slow enough that she found if she accidently knocked into someone that it wouldn't be painful. She tried not to stumble, walking past the sounds and tinkering glasses and the sound of drinks being made, knowing it to be the bar. She continued out the club and onto the street, where she found a cab, then daydreamer about the night's latest adventure, and what would happen the next day.
