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nicole black · 06-18-2017, 02:55 AM

Io traipsed around the music shop like she owned the place. She had a silver slick flash tucked into the band of her nylons and every once in a while she would pause in flicking through vinyls to slip a hand into the band and pull out the flask for a long draught of fruit punch flavored rum. It warmed her bones, kept her loose and helped keep the boredom retirement from the academy had brought into her life.

stupid academy. stupid barton. he'd ruined all her plans by falling grossly in love with that ballerina bore and her sloppy little snot kids.

all that potential wasted and now hers too, right down the drain. She took another swig, wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her leather jacket. the drink was sweet, but the taste in her more was as bitter as poorly made black coffee. english coffee, as a matter of fact. they had no idea what they were doing. a fact the bulgarian-born witch would never forgive, along with all their passive aggressive 'polite' talk.

she took another sip, the liquor warming her blood. she kept the flask in hand as she casually went back to glicking through records in search of something, in particular, for a rainy day.

06-18-2017, 02:55 AM	#82 (permalink)
nicole black Mooncalf Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: 'clever joke here' Posts: 7,174 Hogwarts RPG Name: ruari fuller-thompson #FFA3D2 Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Desdemona M. Evans #6082B6 Ravenclaw First Year x8	Lili/Dieter/whoever you wanna fite? \| 💚 nickleback 💚 \| Uh, anyway. Io traipsed around the music shop like she owned the place. She had a silver slick flash tucked into the band of her nylons and every once in a while she would pause in flicking through vinyls to slip a hand into the band and pull out the flask for a long draught of fruit punch flavored rum. It warmed her bones, kept her loose and helped keep the boredom retirement from the academy had brought into her life. stupid academy. stupid barton. he'd ruined all her plans by falling grossly in love with that ballerina bore and her sloppy little snot kids. all that potential wasted and now hers too, right down the drain. She took another swig, wiping her mouth on the sleeve of her leather jacket. the drink was sweet, but the taste in her more was as bitter as poorly made black coffee. english coffee, as a matter of fact. they had no idea what they were doing. a fact the bulgarian-born witch would never forgive, along with all their passive aggressive 'polite' talk. she took another sip, the liquor warming her blood. she kept the flask in hand as she casually went back to glicking through records in search of something, in particular, for a rainy day. __________________ the moon: feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence