Post by annabel noir chessire on Jul 1, 2009 14:20:20 GMT -5
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Annabel walked onto the bus, guitar over her shoulder; and all she could think about was a nice cold shower. All day had been work, work, work; not to say she didn't love the band, but she was pooped. When she had shuffled her way to her bunk and put her guitar on the wall, she grabbed a towel plus some pajama's and headed for the shower in a mad dash to make sure no one got in before her. She let the cool water run over her, and when she was done she changed into her pajama's, taking her time before allowing the next person in by braiding her hair. By the time she unlocked the door and walked to the "dining" area, which was more or less a counter with all the kitchen appliances, a fridge, and a small pantry, not to mention the booth and couch; there were already a few other people, but no one she was very aquainted with yet. After deciding on actually having something to eat, she shuffled through the small fridge for a box marked with her name. She had bought it this morning at a farmers market they passed, a greek salad; her favorite.
Taking the plastic container, she grabbed a water and treaded over to the booth. Where, she dropped it on the linolium table so it made a 'ding' noise throughout the bus. Annabel proceded by opening the plastic container and making the popping sound which she enjoyed for no reason at all, she just found the noise particularly funny. After that, she took the plastic fork and chewed on her delicious food, and when she was done she threw out the box, and went to her 'area' where she grabbed her medication; three or four pills in an assortment of pretty pastel colors. It amazed her as to why they would make them in so many colors, but then again she really didn't care all that much, she took meds and that was all there was too it. Finding her bottle of water still unoppened on the table, she popped the cap and took a swig before shoving the pills in and swallowing.
"Wonderful, now what?" she wondered if there was anything to do today, no parties, and it was already some time after eleven, no the people that were always high on life would be out on the streets, but Annabel didn't feel the need today. She was exhausted, although not enough to fall asleep, no that could take hours. As she thought, she began to think about her two pets, Ramone and Shilo her two ferretts, her brother Chad had taken them with him last time he had come to check up on her, two weeks ago. Still, Annabel was determined to get them back before they left Boston, or at least to hear from Chad to see how they were doing, she missed them all so much;Chad included. "Well, no reason to get depressed, now."
Annabel threw her now empty bottle of water into a small trashcan across the way, "SCORE!" She smiled and gave herself a pat on the back for a jobs well down. "Maybe I am in the wrong proffession, basketball is my calling." Laughing at herself, she remembered her ealry birthday present and retrieved it from her 'area'. When she came back, she set the sleek, silver briefcase on the table and unlatched the locks. Lifting the lid, she revealed a just opened set of poker chips and cards, professional type too. "So any of you fools think you can beat my wonderful poker skills?" Joking in between laughs, she wondered if anyone would join her on her quest to purge her boredom. "Texas-Hold Em's the game if your interested." She yawned before leaning back in the chair to wait for someone to answer her call for an interesting night. Couting out the chips, she placed them in neat, triangular piles around the booth with one hand, and with her other, she played with a loose strand of hair she had pulled from her braid. when the piles were finished, she shuffled the cards, and hummed. "So is anyone particularly interested to wager some money against me? I'll play fair."
NOTES this is an open roleplay, i'm bored and braces hurt, so someone please save me and reply. xD
WORD COUNT. about 700...i couldn't think of anything else to write, i am sorry
TAGGED no one! it is open for anyone to reply *hint hint* by the way, more than one person can reply...more than two are needed to play poker xD
LISTENING TO Recovery by Our Last Night (Vans Warped Tour 2008 Compliation)
WearingBlack spagetti strap tank top, and neon green plaid pajama pants
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Annabel walked onto the bus, guitar over her shoulder; and all she could think about was a nice cold shower. All day had been work, work, work; not to say she didn't love the band, but she was pooped. When she had shuffled her way to her bunk and put her guitar on the wall, she grabbed a towel plus some pajama's and headed for the shower in a mad dash to make sure no one got in before her. She let the cool water run over her, and when she was done she changed into her pajama's, taking her time before allowing the next person in by braiding her hair. By the time she unlocked the door and walked to the "dining" area, which was more or less a counter with all the kitchen appliances, a fridge, and a small pantry, not to mention the booth and couch; there were already a few other people, but no one she was very aquainted with yet. After deciding on actually having something to eat, she shuffled through the small fridge for a box marked with her name. She had bought it this morning at a farmers market they passed, a greek salad; her favorite.
Taking the plastic container, she grabbed a water and treaded over to the booth. Where, she dropped it on the linolium table so it made a 'ding' noise throughout the bus. Annabel proceded by opening the plastic container and making the popping sound which she enjoyed for no reason at all, she just found the noise particularly funny. After that, she took the plastic fork and chewed on her delicious food, and when she was done she threw out the box, and went to her 'area' where she grabbed her medication; three or four pills in an assortment of pretty pastel colors. It amazed her as to why they would make them in so many colors, but then again she really didn't care all that much, she took meds and that was all there was too it. Finding her bottle of water still unoppened on the table, she popped the cap and took a swig before shoving the pills in and swallowing.
"Wonderful, now what?" she wondered if there was anything to do today, no parties, and it was already some time after eleven, no the people that were always high on life would be out on the streets, but Annabel didn't feel the need today. She was exhausted, although not enough to fall asleep, no that could take hours. As she thought, she began to think about her two pets, Ramone and Shilo her two ferretts, her brother Chad had taken them with him last time he had come to check up on her, two weeks ago. Still, Annabel was determined to get them back before they left Boston, or at least to hear from Chad to see how they were doing, she missed them all so much;Chad included. "Well, no reason to get depressed, now."
Annabel threw her now empty bottle of water into a small trashcan across the way, "SCORE!" She smiled and gave herself a pat on the back for a jobs well down. "Maybe I am in the wrong proffession, basketball is my calling." Laughing at herself, she remembered her ealry birthday present and retrieved it from her 'area'. When she came back, she set the sleek, silver briefcase on the table and unlatched the locks. Lifting the lid, she revealed a just opened set of poker chips and cards, professional type too. "So any of you fools think you can beat my wonderful poker skills?" Joking in between laughs, she wondered if anyone would join her on her quest to purge her boredom. "Texas-Hold Em's the game if your interested." She yawned before leaning back in the chair to wait for someone to answer her call for an interesting night. Couting out the chips, she placed them in neat, triangular piles around the booth with one hand, and with her other, she played with a loose strand of hair she had pulled from her braid. when the piles were finished, she shuffled the cards, and hummed. "So is anyone particularly interested to wager some money against me? I'll play fair."
NOTES this is an open roleplay, i'm bored and braces hurt, so someone please save me and reply. xD
WORD COUNT. about 700...i couldn't think of anything else to write, i am sorry
TAGGED no one! it is open for anyone to reply *hint hint* by the way, more than one person can reply...more than two are needed to play poker xD
LISTENING TO Recovery by Our Last Night (Vans Warped Tour 2008 Compliation)
WearingBlack spagetti strap tank top, and neon green plaid pajama pants
