JOEY ROOKS
CHILDREN'S LITERATURE
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MANY ADVENTURES OF WINIE THE POOH
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Post by JOEY ROOKS on Feb 20, 2011 13:19:30 GMT -5
Joey's feet swung off the edge of the bench. She stared over the edge of the bench, and pointed her toes. They barely brushed against the floor. She sighed, and leaned back against the bench, and bit into the original twizzler--a RedVine. She still wasn't getting any taller. Her mind wandered to Willy Wonka...maybe she could invent some sort of taffy pull for people. Of course, if a strong enough breeze came by, she'd be swept away like a piece of paper. The thought was enough to cause her to shift uncomfortably on the wooden bench.
She got a few strange looks, then again--she was use to it. She was also use to getting ID'd when she went to buy her smokes, and often told that her ID was fake. It wasn't--well. The one to get her drinks was, but that was a completely different story. No, Joey Rooks looked like a ten year old boy..sort of.
Her face was clearly feminine, but she dressed like a boy. Baggy grey jeans, held up by a pink studded belt, that clung to her itty bitty hips for dear life. A shirt, that even in size small, seemed to be a bit loose--a comically hipster shirt, depicting a unicorn scooter. It made her laugh, and she was determined for the next person to laugh at it to be her best friend. Most people didn't get it. And so she'd just shake her head sadly, and continue moving on. Apparently, New Yorkers had no humor. Upon her head sat a ridiculous, and I repeat, RIDICULOUS, knitted unicorn hat, complete with pink pompoms and everything. It was pink and white--truthfully, she'dve preferred some sort of other color, but she'd deal. It was cute, after all. And it also made her laugh. She didn't match at all, especially with orange hair sticking out from underneath the hat. Straight, but looking as though it hadn't exactly been brushed in a while.
One woman earlier had asked if she had lost her mommy, and needed some help. That had earned a mafia-like, "You, talkin to me? Are YOU talkin to ME?", and strange emphasizing on different words, until the woman was freaked out enough to leave. And now Joey was bored. Alone, and bored. And unable to remember why the hell she was waiting outside this fancy pants boutique, and was concentrating on her RedVines, hoping that the memory would come back to her.
Joey kicked her feet a little harder, causing herself to bounce. Yes--she was that bored. The slight bouncing brought on by her legs, suddenly made her want a trampoleine. With the money that Mr. Rooks gave to her, surely she could buy a mini sized one? Wasn't that every person's dream? Their own mini trampoleine in the bedroom? Maybe she could get one for every room in the house. She bit into a RedVine, and jerked it out of her mouth, and looked behind her at the swanky store.
But she couldn't leave until she remembered what she needed from here. She hunched foward, tapping the Redvine against her lips, while she chewed, and tried to think, looking painfully focused.
Notes: Yay Benji! Yay Darcy! Yay Joey!
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Post by tig on Feb 20, 2011 21:11:12 GMT -5
 DOWN DOWN IN AN EARLIER ROUND[/font] S U G A R WE'RE GOING DOWN SWINGING[/i][/center][/size][/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/font][/color] Darcy's day had started out pretty normal. She had woken up, made herself look fabulous, buzzed through classes. She skipped lunch to go to an impromptu Cheer preactice, and by the end of the day she was starving. Hungry enough to indulge in a New York dirty water hotdog even! Unfortunately, a large glob of Mustard dripped onto her orange blouse, ruining the cohesiveness of her entire outfit. Too most, this would have been no big deal, but Darcy found it to be a huge travesty! Without that orange blouse, after all, her orange shoes and purse simply did not go with her black skirt and turtleneck! They looked... wrong.
Fleeing to her closest point of refuge, she went to her Best Friend Benji's room, beckoning him for a surprise Mall trip to replace the blouse, borrowing an orange sweater from him. True, it felt a little odd on her, as it did not hug her curvaceous form, but whatever. Darcy was a believer in being able to rock out whatever you had! It was rule number one of runway, after all. Even if you don't like what your wearing, you have to strut like it's the most amazing thing you've ever worn. And besides, she didn't look awful in it, and it would have looked simply peculiar on her dear Benji. Also, it smelled like his soap, which Darcy had always been fond of.
Despite one of her lovely blouses being destroyed by fabrics ache nemisis MUSTARD, Darcy could not be unhappy. The Mall was just too amazingly perfect for her! The stores, the people, the smell of Wetzel Pretzel and Chanel lingering everywhere. Her arm linked with her best friend in the entire world and sucking on a Mango Smoothie, Darcy was one of the happiest people on the planet at the moment. "Benji! You know what would be fun? We should go fancy-cloths-trying on. I'd love to see you in a sui-" ADD as always, Darcy's attention was directed at a purple shirt. Her bangles clinked together musically as she pointed it out to Benji.
Looking up at the ABSOLUTELY ADORABLE girl wearing the shirt (though the rest of her outfit could use work, fo sho), Darcy gave a light, little, giggle. "That is so cute, where did you get that!" Her bright blue eyes trailed up to the hat, and she had a sudden urge to try it on. Darcy's biggest complaint, as far as the red haired girl was concerned, was her shoes. Of course, this was mainly because Darcy used shoes like tissues basically. The girl looked familiar. It would definitely be difficult to miss that bright red head. "You go to Baum, right?" [/size] FOR Benji and Jo-Jo Bean! WORDS Pssh, I dunno. A few, a lot, a couple. LYRICS sugar we're going down swinging, fall out boy OUTFIT HERE IT IS!!!!NOTESCREDIT this template was made by WHAT MORE COULD YOU ASK FOR! of caution 2.0! |
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Post by BENNY MOORE on Feb 20, 2011 23:42:52 GMT -5
  One would almost be tempted to think that Benny would be used to getting dragged into malls at this point. Honestly, it had happened to him enough over the years once Darcy had discovered that such Meccas of fashion and "TOTALLY CUTE SHOES" existed, it should have been second nature to him by this point, but no. Some things a certain Moore boy was simply not destined to enjoy, and being dragged through a mall to gawk at different brands of clothing was one of them.
It had taken him by surprise, too, which he had decided was the worst part of the whole thing. If he had been properly warned he was sure that he could have come up with some excuse or other, so that he at least would have had a fighting chance before Darcy inevitably dragged him off to help her with her shopping needs. The way it happened, with her just picking him up and carting him off, he felt like he had been robbed of his chance to fight back against the shopping onslaught.
Now, being dragged about like a dog on a leash, he felt like he would honestly rather hang himself with one of the belts that Darcy had nabbed for himself rather than go through yet ANOTHER little boutique thing that had the exact same shirts and skirts just in different shades or whatever.
"Benji! You know what would be fun? We should go fancy-clothes-trying on. I'd love to see you in a sui-"
Not paying attention, Benny almost automatically began to reply to her hyperactive idea."What, are you already trying to find a wedding dress for your newest boyfriend-?," until he walked right into her, like some kind of lowbrow comedian, as she pointed straight towards some lonely kid on a bench.
He hardly had time to ask her what was up before she ran straight up to her and started chatting it up about clothes and whatnot, while Benny stood back and crossed his arms, happy for a moments peace in the day of shopping.
this is for TAGGED! it came out to be a lovely a bunch of words long, and my character is wearing something like this snazzy piece o' fashion. Its all done. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.
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JOEY ROOKS
CHILDREN'S LITERATURE
ADULT
ROO
MANY ADVENTURES OF WINIE THE POOH
DORMANT
Posts: 128
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Post by JOEY ROOKS on Feb 21, 2011 0:01:08 GMT -5
Joey stopped kicking because someone moved in close, and her enormously long legs(a girl could dream, right?) might hurt the person. Well...wasn't this lady fashionable? Except the sweater...it looked more like something that Joey'd wear for herself. Maybe in purple, though.
"Huh?" she stared at Darcy, her tongue stained red from the candies she had been eating, before her ees went crossed, and she looked up at her hat. What was on her head? Absently, Joey touched the bizzare Unicorn hat. "Oh! This is Pony-Butt The Unicorn." She said with a very serious nod. "I got him like...when I was..Uh....little." Then it hit her, "Well. Little-er. Like. Middle school." Joey pulled her knees to her chest with ease, her ratty, tatty shoes in full, painful view. She wrapped one skinny arm around her legs, and held out the package of Redvines. "Want one? They're amazing. Just sayin'. If you like Twizzlers, that's what these are like. Except awsomer." She was all seriouness when it came to Redvines.
THATS why Darcy seemed familiar. "Oooh! You're on the uh...Cheerleading team, right? Pompoms, and all that." She looked around, like this was about to be some mean-girls prank. All she saw was a sulky looking boy who seemed to be watching Darcy. Joey plucked one of the dwindling Redvines out, and held it out in the boy's direction, inviting him closer with a tasty sweet treat. "Yeah, I do. M'names...well you can call me Joey. You're uh...Darla? Darna? Darlene? Something like that?" She asked, her head still towards Benny, waving the candy at him, though her murky green eyes were turned up to Darcy.
"I tried out for the football team, and got laughed right off the field. Told me to go for the Cheerleading team instead. But when I was told that I had to wear the skirt, I went for Soccer instead." Her small shoulders shrugged, rambling on like she had known Darcy forever. "What grade are ya in?" Maybe as long as Joey remained sitting, Darcy wouldn't exactly realize how short she was. That always sucked with new people--they tended to coddle her. She was, by law, an adult already for goodness sakes! |
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Post by tig on Feb 21, 2011 15:24:06 GMT -5
DOWN DOWN IN AN EARLIER ROUND [/font] S U G A R WE'RE GOING DOWN SWINGING[/i][/center][/size][/color][/font] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/size][/font][/color] The girl, who called herself Joey, seemed to want to skip the ordeals of 'awkward-first-meeting' syndrome, which suited Darcy Hart perfectly. Being the bright and bubbly cheerleader that she was, she was in her element socializing completely. Unlike the stereotypical bitchy cheer-twat, Darcy was not so shallow that she would simply write off people because of how they dressed. One did not need to wear American Eagle to be her com padre. "Pony-Butt the unicorn! I love it!" Darcy took the offered candy and chewed it thoughtfully as the girl inquired as to her name.
"Yep, that's me, Darcy Hart, Baum's latest cheer captain. And this is Benji Moore." Darcy tugged Benji closer to the circle of conversation, "Baum's resident cheer captain's BFFL!" Darcy listened as JoJo (who would hence forth not be called Joey, because pretty girls should not have boy names dangit) explained her extra curricular issue.
Darcy mourned momentarily the loss of what would have been an epic flyer, and considered a possible uniform change from skirts to short shorts. It would definitely cut down cost, not needing to buy spanks. "Well, you're playing football if you were in Europe, so you're kinda doing what you originally wanted. Though you look like you would have made a killer receiver. No wonder the Football team is doing shitey."
Breaking off her red vine, she offered some to Benji absentmindedly. "Where both Juniors. What about you?" Given the girl's slight figure, Darcy would have outright guessed Freshmen, but it would be rude just to assume. And besides, what if she was wrong? That could embarrass both her, and the girl. Sitting next to the girl, she rotated her ankles, which were slightly stressed from her orange heels. True, she was basically use to it, having worn heels since the age of twelve (and even before that her Mother had gotten her wedges), but it felt nice to relax a bit.
Looking up at Benji, she gave him a smile, knowing that meeting new people was never his strong suit. Where she was the social butterfly, fluttering from person to person, Benji had always been more of a moth, staying in the back round, watching. [/size] FOR Benji and Jo-Jo Bean! WORDS Pssh, I dunno. A few, a lot, a couple. LYRICS sugar we're going down swinging, fall out boy OUTFIT HERE IT IS!!!!NOTESCREDIT this template was made by WHAT MORE COULD YOU ASK FOR! of caution 2.0! |
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Post by BENNY MOORE on Feb 23, 2011 17:29:49 GMT -5
For the most part, this was one of the few downsides about being friends with Darcy. The incredibly bubbly outgoing friendliness. See, the problem really lied in the fact that, unlike Darcy, who could consider herself best friends with whatever stranger she met on the street, Benny liked to build up more meanfingful relationships with people. Unlike her, he wasn't incredibly gifted when it came to making small talk and chatting it up about the weather or school or whatever. He wanted to be able to spend night after night talking with someone to find out their hopes and dreams and secrets and stories, and spend the days playing or hanging out or really, well, whatever normal teenagers did.
...Was it a bad thing that the only person he had really ever gotten a chance to REALLY know was Darcy? Now that he thought about it, that was actually pretty sad. It was pathetic really. While she was off making friends with anything that moved, and dating every boy that seemed to have only just recently been released from the juvenile detention center for rapists and heartless freaks, Benny was curling more and more into himself and clutching to the only friendship that he had made since infancy.
Maybe he SHOULD try and make friends. This girl seemed nice, right? Could he really go wrong with a girl in a unicorn hat? True, she was probably the exact same bubbly super-extrovert that Darcy was, but he might as well start the process, right?
Oh look! She even seemed to be mutually interested in the friend-making process! Why else would someone offer a piece of candy to a stranger? Well....there was the unforgettable reason of child rapists in vans, but he was almost 99% sure that she wasn't trying to entice him into some S&M dungeon.
Smiling graciously he took the small stick thing and sat down on the bench beside Darcy, nibbling quietly on the candy. He was all too happy to simply be along for the ride at the moment and let her do all the introductions, though he was starting to worry that he wasn't contributing to the discussion, well, at all. Mom had always told him that it was rude to take people's candy and then not even thank them for it!
"Uh, yeah, Juniors. Right, what she said. This is really good by the way!"
Maybe he should just stick to silence...
this is for TAGGED! it came out to be a lovely a bunch of words long, and my character is wearing something like this snazzy piece o' fashion. Its all done. The thread template was made by GREEN EGGS AND SAM! of caution 2.0 and the lyrics in the text are from forget paris.
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JOEY ROOKS
CHILDREN'S LITERATURE
ADULT
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MANY ADVENTURES OF WINIE THE POOH
DORMANT
Posts: 128
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Post by JOEY ROOKS on Mar 21, 2011 11:10:10 GMT -5
"Pony-Butt's my compare. I've got a thing for stuffed animals, don't tell anyone." She put her finger to her lips, and looked over her shoulder secretively. Joey stared up at Darcy curiously. Darcy was a pretty girl, lovely even. And she radiated this air about being comfortable in her skin, despite what anyone said.
She glanced over at Benji, and grinned, RedVine hanging out of the corner of her mouth. She relaxed, and bit off the end of hers when Benji took the candy from her. "Eh. Soccer's fun and all, but the boys are allowed to push and shove. Girls aren't allowed to. Which is completely unfair. I'm thinking about quitting anyway."
"Oh, I'm a senior. Just cruising by for this last bit of the year. I did some home schooling, so I'm pretty caught up, and I did a few online courses, so I'm mostly just taking electives now." Joey, chirped, then leaned over to look at Darcy's shoes, noticing the heels. "I don't know how you can manage those. I always think I'll break my neck." Joey extended her short legs to show off her ratty converse proudly. "Converse for me! I'd wear flats, but they're so girly, and don't have ties, so they'd fall right off my feet." Joey dropped her feet back to the ground with a slight 'thud', and lifted her head to look back at Benji.
"Excuse me ole chap," Joey started, in a painfully fake english accent, "But I happen to notice you are extremely quiet. Are you enjoying the candy, or are you afraid of my compeltely eating your face off?" Joey asked, tilting her head; her eyes relaxed, and mouth curled into a small smile. "Don't be so shy, I promise I don't bite. I'm a creature of peace, and sports." [/center] |
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