GERDY MILLAN
FAIRY TALES
BAUM ACADEMY JUNIOR
MAGIC CARPET
ONE THOUSAND AND ONE NIGHTS
AWAKENED
Don't know where I'm gonna land...
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Post by GERDY MILLAN on Aug 1, 2012 21:39:00 GMT -5
 New friends, small world. Actually, it worked out for her because Gerdy liked new people. She got along with just about everyone...okay, not really. Some people just downright couldn't stand the girl because she was just so loud, obnoxious and playful. It's not her fault people hate her because she's popular. Okay, maybe popular wasn't the same as notorious. Gerdy had all the perfect makings to be one of those snobby prissy girls. Long blonde hair, perfectly applied makeup. Thin, not too busy, not too curvy. A pretty face. But she favored being one of the guys too much to really tone it down enough to become a sexpot.
During her conversation with new friends Ozzie and November, she had snuck off to steal her neighbor's tattoo gun. Luckily, his loud-mouthed trampy girlfriend had dragged him off somewhere, and with a bit of hairpin magic, she had managed to snatch it out of his closet, and a few unopened needles. He'd never know they were gone, at least not in the mess that was his closet. A science kit? Really? What a nerd.
That, and the DIY henna kit she managed to lift from Walmart earlier, and she was all set to go. To avoid suspicion, she shoved all the things in her backpack, before pulling on a black tanktop that was probably too small for her. Unfortunately, being in the system meant you had to come by things as they were given to you. So sometimes her clothes were too big or too small--it happened. Plus, the way the top of her bra peeked out was cute--it looked like she had a campy beneath it. Totally didn't look like a bra. Under that, came a pair of the tiny shorts she was a fan of, and she shoved her feet into flipflops and swung her bag over her shoulder, all but skipping her way down the hall.
She would have to come up with a nickname for Ozzie. November was a pretty damn cool name, made only cooler by Gerdy's shortening to Vember. Edgy, chyeah. Now what about Ozzie? He couldn't be Ozziebaby, because she had Channybaby. There was Dannyboy, too. Her pierced mouth scrunched to the side while she boogied down the hall to the music blasting out of the one headphone in her ear. She'd come up with something, maybe his personality would reveal all. She was a fan of petnames, and could hardly be taken seriously. She tended to call people baby, sugar, honey, sexy, hottie--but never entirely meant it. At least those that knew her knew she didn't mean it in a flirtatious way. Or did she?
BUM BUM BUMMMMM.
No, people typically had no idea what Gerdy was on about, or what she was doing. Herself included. She was a free spirit, colorful as the wind, swift as a coursing river, mysterious as the dark side of the moon. And you know what? That suited her just fine, thankyou. Arriving at Ozzie's dorm, she looked up and down, before tipping forward. One hand grippec the single strap of her backpack, the other knocked quickly on the door, "Ozziehottie, open up! The tattoo fairy is here, at your service. And she's basically staaaarving." Would Ozzie pick up on who she was? After all, her voice was pretty common in the halls. She tended to sing...all the time. Sometimes not very well. She was loud, and easily exciteable. And yet, she had never met him before. So she wasn't sure if he knew who she was. Would he pick up on the tattoo joke? Or would be ignore the door? Gerdy's cheek pressed against the cool door, while both hands reached up, her nails clawing at the doors lightly like a kitten in distress. "Honey? Open up, I'm huuuungry." |
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OZZIE WAGERS
CHILDREN'S LITERATURE
BAUM ACADEMY SENIOR
SLIGHTLY
PETER PAN
DORMANT
OZZIE IS THE BEST AND HE LOVES HIS BRO PASCAL BUT HE WILL EAT YOU ALL IF YOU DO NOT SUBMIT
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Post by OZZIE WAGERS on Aug 2, 2012 0:45:10 GMT -5
PARTY OZZIE'S IN THE HOUUUSE TONIGHT Hell. Fucking. YES! Maybe it was the anxiousness he felt from not seeing Andie today, the giant ass bag of pixi stixs he'd downed like drugs earlier, or a combination of both. Whatever it was, Oswald Wagers was simply vying for some #YOLOing. And the best, and possibly only good way, to YOLO was with friends. Since Andie was doing her thing and Jackson was probably choking over his feelings for Grace, Ozzie decided to hop online and see if anyone else had a party itch they wanted to scratch. And who was this totally awesome girl Gerdy?! Rumor had it, her hair was insured for ten thousand dollars and she did car commercials... in Japan! Oh, wait, that was Mean Girls. Gerdy definitely was no Regina George because she seemed NICE and AWESOME! Basically, the two qualifiers for friends-of-Ozzie. Ozzie pushed away from the computer and spun around a few times just for shits and giggles. Okay, November and Gerdy were coming over soon. His room was...not the greatest for people, to say the least. Flipping on his stereo, Ozzie popped his LMFAO cd in and began to jam out. "Sorry for Party Rocking"? LOL! Like Ozzie would ever be sorry for one of the things he did best! He punched the "next" button until he got to "Sexy and I Know It". Yeah, that was an Ozzie song for sure! Hmm...glancing around his room, Ozzie knew he could make cleaning a little more fun. With a wicked grin, Ozzie shimmied out of his pants. Now clad in only his boxers, Ozzie boogied and pelvic thrusted around his room, throwing some things into the closet and others under the bed. Perfecto! Wait. Food. Why the hell was cleaning the first thing on Ozzie's mind?! Yanking open his bottom dresser drawer, Ozzie began pulling out various foods. Oh, god, his poor stash was gonna be depleted. Chips, cookies, dips, candy, soda...thank fucking God for long-ass shelf lives. That should he enough for three people, right? Ozzie was the worst at judging portion sizes. To him, a meal could feed three or four regular people. If anything, Ozzie could dip into his food bank again. Ozzie kicked the drawer shut and yanked on red solo cup pajama pants. This was all about the casual wear and Ozzie couldn't be bothered with a shirt. Besides...he loved his abs. They were so nice~ EY YO NOV. cmon over whenevr you feel like it, the food's out! Ozzie punched out the text to November before flopping on his bed, already sneaking a few cool ranch Doritos. He couldn't believe he was getting a Henna tattoo of a potato...on his ass. This was definitely going down in the history books of #YOLO. Plus, Ozzie had to represent the motherland! He was actually pretty psyched about the clover tattoo. It would be a dark dark green, nearly black (he didn't want it to fade and look shitty) and right by his left shoulderblade. It had been something he wanted for like...ever, man. That, and an "S" for Siobhan, his mother's name, somewhere. Possibly his wrist, Ozzie wasn't sure. Those were the two tattoos Ozzie ever planned on getting, unless he had kids someday. Then maybe the first letters of their names would make it onto his body. But for now... knock knock. What was that light rapping at his door?! Could it be... "Ozziehottie, open up! The tattoo fairy is here, at your service. And she's basically staaarving." Gerdy! Ozzie jumped up and turned the music down just as she continued on with "Honey? Open up, I'm huuuuungry." Ah he was so pumped to meet her! A new friend! Ozzie wondered what Gerdy would be like in person. Hopefully not. a creepy forty year old man, like some creeps on the internet. Grinning, Ozzie yanked the door open and pulled Gerdy into a big, pattented Ozzie-hug. "Gerdster!! How's me new buddy?!" Ozzie ruffled Gerdy's super light hair and shut the door behind them. Partay time!!!
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GERDY MILLAN
FAIRY TALES
BAUM ACADEMY JUNIOR
MAGIC CARPET
ONE THOUSAND AND ONE NIGHTS
AWAKENED
Don't know where I'm gonna land...
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Post by GERDY MILLAN on Aug 2, 2012 16:39:48 GMT -5
The thought of possibly going to a stranger's house didn't scare her at all. She went to strangers houses all the time, only they were called 'foster homes', so it really wasn't too bad. Plus, if she were in a bad situation, it was easy to just...flop out a window. But when the door opened and the person at the door was exactly who he said he was, there was a slight relief that washed over her. She had not expected the hug, or to be smooshed into his chest right away. He smelled like boy--always a bit of a strange smell. But one she liked, so it wasn't quite so bad being smooshed into the hug.
"That accent is to die for, not gonna lie." She sent a puff of air upwards to blow her short bangs out of her heavily lined eyes. She grinned, sliding the backpack off her shoulder and dropping it to the edge of the bed before flopping backwards onto the said bed, her hair creating a streamer of blonde. "So, where's Vember? I figured ya'll were roommates or something, for some reason. But they don't pair the boys and girls together in high school, do they?" She sat up, and looked around curiously. Gerdy wasn't too good with holding still if she could help it. With an ease that looked inhumanly effortless, she moved off of her comfortable position on the bed and ended up back on her feet, sweeping up a can of soda.
"I'm pretty flippin' wonderful, actually. I like makin' some new friends, gettin' to know people. No sense wasting time in moping and dragging your feet through this wonderful social experience of boarding school, right?" She cracked open the can of soda, and raised it to her lips. Her blue eyes fixated on Ozzie curiously while her throat covulsed as she chugged the soda. Yes, chugged. There was no dainty sipping. Just a regularly practiced of swallow, breathe, swallow, breathe, swallow, breathe. All the way to where she had to raise the can all the way up, and tilt her head back. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand as a burp came rippling up to the surface. Sure, she could totally compete in a burping competition. But she was also good at stifling burps if she had to--she didn't want her new friend to think she was a pig. At least right away. Burping ettiqute or whatever.
"So basically," She set the empty can on the edge of the dresser, and rummaged in her backpack, "You have to leave the actual henna on for a little while before washing it off so it could stain. So if I henna a potato, you've basically gotta walk around with your buttcheek hanging out, and not end up sitting on it, bumping it, or funkin' it up." She flipped through the handbook that came with the ink, skimming it. Psshh. She'd done this once before, it wasn't nearly as complicated. She flipped the booklet over her shoulder, letting it land on the bed, before crossing her arms under her chest while a cheshire cat grin spread across her face. "So what do you want to do? Bleed, or have the buttcheek out? Cause if you pick buttcheek, we're totally waiting on Vember. Cause she needs to see the glory of that all encompassing, sure-to-be painfully while hunk of ham on that cute little irish backside." Gerdy's hands moved away from herself, fingers spreading as her hands cuved, miming a rear-end grope in the air. That poor air.
"Or we could save all the fun time for Vember, just in case something goes horribly wrong. That way I don't go to the brig all on my own. So while we wait for lil' Miss No Rush, why dontcha tell me what caused you to grace this wonderful country with your lovely accent and potato ettiqute?" |
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NOVEMBER STARR
CHILDREN'S LITERATURE
BARRIE UNIVERSITY FRESHMAN
OWL
MANY ADVENTURES OF WINNIE THE POOH
AWAKENED
and all of the crying you wouldn't understand; you just let him cry, make a man out of him
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Post by NOVEMBER STARR on Jul 23, 2013 22:59:16 GMT -5
  Free food was very good motivation for a lot of things. Seeing a guy she knew in high school get a potato, of all things, tattooed on his ass, of all places, was a much better bonus than she'd gotten from free food before. Despite the alarm bells going off, she wanted to see this. Hell, maybe she'd get something small herself if the urge struck her. And if something didn't go wrong.
Another bullet on the list of weird things about tonight was that she didn't even go to this school anymore. She was coming because of Ozzie (who she knew through Jackson and various other chatroom encounters, so at least it wasn't super weird, right?), and someone named Gerdy who she'd never met before and had offered free tattoos. Sketchy to say the least, but she seemed pretty outgoing and more than a little quirky, so she probably meant well. Plus she went to Baum and they were meeting in one of the dorms, so there wasn't a great chance that she'd turn out to be a murderer.
The more November justified, the more ridiculous but seriously fun it seemed. Oh, fuck it. You're already on campus, stop overthinking it! she justified to herself. A convenient talking Owl had lifted her over a wall hidden behind a tree, and she walked casually enough. Or she did until she got a text.
EY YO NOV. cmon over whenevr you feel like it, the food's out!
She giggled at the text and hurriedly responded.
EY YO OZ. yessss foooood, but chill it bro I have to walk further than a few hallways nowadays. almost there, though. see ya soon.
The excitement and adrenaline pumping through her at the entire idea of this excursion had her breaking into a run. She remembered where the dorms were, and which hallway was Ozzie's, she just couldn't quite remember which door. Fortunately for her, it seemed most of the ickle baumbadeers were already sleeping. God, she was barely out and she felt old. And she could hear voices from down the hall, including one particularly loud female voice, and a lower tone with an Irish lilt. Grinning, she found Ozzie's door and leaned her ear against it to be sure she'd found the source of the voices.
"Ozzie Ozzie Oxen Freeee,"
[/color] she greeted, tapping on the door with a small pout. "Geez, why'd you shut the door? I told you I was close! Are you two already naked in there or something?"[/color] "Your door isn't soundproof at all, I could hear you down the hallway, so if you two are getting into some sexual escapades you might want to relocate."[/blockquote][/blockquote][/center]
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