11-15-2018, 10:00 AM
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billie was exactly the kind of person that you would expect to see on a pair of skates. as such, no one should have been surprised that the brunette showed up with her own pair of skates, rather than renting them. moreso, they had small, battery operated lights on the bottom that flashed between blue, green, and red. it was billie, and though she only recently moved to town, anyone who'd interacted with her for half a minute wouldn't be surprised. it was billie.
her hair was tied up in a dark, sloppy bun; she really hadn't bothered much with makeup, slapping on some mascara and concealer to hide the dark circles beneath her eyes. her clothes consisted of a black hoodie with a picture of rudolph the reindeer, a pair of light wash skinny jeans, and the glowing skates. it was casual, but it was probably the nicest billie ever looked– she actually bothered to conceal the evidence of her insomnia, after all.
she'd had her skates on for some time now, and acquired a piece of pizza that she promptly scarfed down (indeed, with a gallon of ranch dumped on top) along with a massive cup of diet coke. appetite satiated for a few minutes, she scanned the area; two people going for pizza (one trying to start a war, it seemed) and another skating. well, trying to skate. cocking half a grin, she skated over with the ease of a seasoned skater, bright gaze trained on kit. "need a hand?" she cirped, offering anpalm out. "i'd hate to see you bust your ass."
billie was exactly the kind of person that you would expect to see on a pair of skates. as such, no one should have been surprised that the brunette showed up with her own pair of skates, rather than renting them. moreso, they had small, battery operated lights on the bottom that flashed between blue, green, and red. it was billie, and though she only recently moved to town, anyone who'd interacted with her for half a minute wouldn't be surprised. it was billie.
her hair was tied up in a dark, sloppy bun; she really hadn't bothered much with makeup, slapping on some mascara and concealer to hide the dark circles beneath her eyes. her clothes consisted of a black hoodie with a picture of rudolph the reindeer, a pair of light wash skinny jeans, and the glowing skates. it was casual, but it was probably the nicest billie ever looked– she actually bothered to conceal the evidence of her insomnia, after all.
she'd had her skates on for some time now, and acquired a piece of pizza that she promptly scarfed down (indeed, with a gallon of ranch dumped on top) along with a massive cup of diet coke. appetite satiated for a few minutes, she scanned the area; two people going for pizza (one trying to start a war, it seemed) and another skating. well, trying to skate. cocking half a grin, she skated over with the ease of a seasoned skater, bright gaze trained on kit. "need a hand?" she cirped, offering anpalm out. "i'd hate to see you bust your ass."