THEY SAY HELLO, THEY SAY HOLA AND THEY SAY BONJOUR | entrance [ Oh god.
Oh god
Ohgodohgodohgod--
She was just trying to find the exit. Or at least a charge point for her fucking laptop. Not a fucking bear.
God, that was a bear, right? It was a really fucking big and scary bear and Six has never seen a bear outside of the television because she's a fucking normal person, dammit. She isn't fucking Bear Grylls.
She's also an eighteen year old girl in a pair of five inch stilettos and tight leather jeans that were not made for running.
The scream that she lets loose is truly massive though.
And maybe she'll try running. And maybe she'll fail massively on this unfamiliar ground, tripping over herself and possibly rolling into someone as a result of that rather spectactular fall. ]
Someone HELP. [ Goddammit, this was not her life. ]
I'M PISSED I NEVER GOT TO FLY ON A CONCORDE | rage [ Six. Get over Twelve already. You look like a fucking moron mooning over the straightest girl in existence. She don't like ya like that! The only girls she ever snogs are those she meets after 12 (haha) fucking shots. And she's in fucking prison. You don't want to fuck a prison bitch, trust me. (And you KNOW we aren't getting them out. Stop fucking collaborating with One, he's a fucking moron.)
Do yourself a favour and go fuck someone already. JESUS. - Seven
Maybe a neighbour will hear the screech of frustration at this letter, as it goes through all the reasons Six will never, ever, get what she wants. Or who may be more accurate. Or maybe they just get the letter thrown at their feet. Or their face. Whatever. They're probably going to have to run to catch up with the high-heeled girl stalking her way out. Where she's going she doesn't even know, but that was fucking too far and if Seven is here, Six is gonna verbally kick some ass.
suzanna (six) moon. oc.
[ Oh god.
Oh god
Ohgodohgodohgod--
She was just trying to find the exit. Or at least a charge point for her fucking laptop. Not a fucking bear.
God, that was a bear, right? It was a really fucking big and scary bear and Six has never seen a bear outside of the television because she's a fucking normal person, dammit. She isn't fucking Bear Grylls.
She's also an eighteen year old girl in a pair of five inch stilettos and tight leather jeans that were not made for running.
The scream that she lets loose is truly massive though.
And maybe she'll try running. And maybe she'll fail massively on this unfamiliar ground, tripping over herself and possibly rolling into someone as a result of that rather spectactular fall. ]
Someone HELP. [ Goddammit, this was not her life. ]
I'M PISSED I NEVER GOT TO FLY ON A CONCORDE | rage
[ Six.
Get over Twelve already. You look like a fucking moron mooning over the straightest girl in existence. She don't like ya like that! The only girls she ever snogs are those she meets after 12 (haha) fucking shots. And she's in fucking prison. You don't want to fuck a prison bitch, trust me. (And you KNOW we aren't getting them out. Stop fucking collaborating with One, he's a fucking moron.)
Do yourself a favour and go fuck someone already. JESUS.
- Seven
Maybe a neighbour will hear the screech of frustration at this letter, as it goes through all the reasons Six will never, ever, get what she wants. Or who may be more accurate. Or maybe they just get the letter thrown at their feet. Or their face. Whatever. They're probably going to have to run to catch up with the high-heeled girl stalking her way out. Where she's going she doesn't even know, but that was fucking too far and if Seven is here, Six is gonna verbally kick some ass.
Dickwipe. ]