06-18-2018, 10:38 AM
[color=black]radek-al Today at 8:16
beep beep i’m coming in
So, yeah, maybe she should’ve been focused on something else right now (no...no she definitely should’ve been) but, hey. Friendship was important too, right? If you can call it that... She pushed back her mop of short, sweaty auburn curls and held it in place long enough to pin it away from her forehead permanently with a metal clip. Radeken had looked nicer in the past, certainly, but she wasn’t self-conscious about the bruise-colored bags drooping under her eyes or the busted lip she had been dabbing with bacitracin or the mysterious rust-colored stains dappling the white tanktop she sported. Fuckin’ junkies, all strung out and mad for no damn reason. Maybe the stress of how much they blew on her drugs was catching up. Maybe they thought she was an alien emissary. Who knew, with that crowd.
She leaned out of her dingy computer chair, grabbing for her wallet so she could yank out a wad of musty bills and, as she joined the video chat, the image of her sweaty and busted and smug as hell blinked on as she oh so casually counted her cash.
“[color=black]Hey, losers.”
beep beep i’m coming in
So, yeah, maybe she should’ve been focused on something else right now (no...no she definitely should’ve been) but, hey. Friendship was important too, right? If you can call it that... She pushed back her mop of short, sweaty auburn curls and held it in place long enough to pin it away from her forehead permanently with a metal clip. Radeken had looked nicer in the past, certainly, but she wasn’t self-conscious about the bruise-colored bags drooping under her eyes or the busted lip she had been dabbing with bacitracin or the mysterious rust-colored stains dappling the white tanktop she sported. Fuckin’ junkies, all strung out and mad for no damn reason. Maybe the stress of how much they blew on her drugs was catching up. Maybe they thought she was an alien emissary. Who knew, with that crowd.
She leaned out of her dingy computer chair, grabbing for her wallet so she could yank out a wad of musty bills and, as she joined the video chat, the image of her sweaty and busted and smug as hell blinked on as she oh so casually counted her cash.
“[color=black]Hey, losers.”