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The Magnificant
- Joined
- Oct 1, 2014
Delivering papers.
No.
No that definitely wasn't going to work.
The twenty-five year old Sydney sighed deeply as her head fell back against the cement wall behind her with the faintest of thumps.
Thump.
(lmao)
Who was Syd? Well. She was jumpy. She was athletic. She had cute short buzzed hair that the ladies loved except for the one lady she wanted to love it and that was mostly because she was the worst roommate ever. The worst roommate because well... she was dreadfully bad at holding down jobs and eight times out of ten she did not have her half of the rent. But in all fairness she had been going through some stuff and had been having a little trouble finding a job she could actually do without the whole.... web shooting issue?
Sydney's eyes widened at the thought before looking up to what she knew to be her window to her bedroom. If there was one thing she had learned in all this, it was that she hated climbing. But Dora was going to be home in like an hour and she needed to have dinner ready so she could butter her up real good before telling her that she was a little short. Again. Oh god.... she was just going to throw her out of the apartment window. Maybe she should just not go back.
The boyish charmer glanced up and down the alley before laying two hands against the brick so she could begin climbing up the side of the wall. Her green orbs stared at the bricks. Where else were they supposed to look? And as she reached the window to push it open, she ran a hand through her short, boyishly sporty haircut as her feet found the carpet of her bedroom.
Oh, her death would be swift.
Her teeth gritted... and Sydney launhed herself into a flurry of activity, throwing clothes everywhere as she disrobed and ran nude across the apartment from her room to the bathroom. She showered so quickly, hissing to herself when she accidentally touched Pandora's shampoo and sort of threw it everywhere?? But inevitably.... nine o'clock rolled around and she was the picture of calmness as she softly spooned mini raviolis into two bowls on the kitchen table. She wore a pair of short, athletic shorts and a white men's tank top that was far too loose on her body. The sounds of classical music played lightly through their apartment as if she had not just been the vision of a raging hurricane. And as the door opened, Syndey smiled and looked up at her.
Her. Oh god. Her.
Her heart fluttered before it stopped. Certainly, it had just dropped dead but that was fine. And for a brief moment she actually forgot that this was indeed the day her obituaries would speak nice things about her. "Hey Door."
Perfect. Calm. Cool. Collected. That was perfect. She flashed her a boyish grin.... before she turned to drop the spoon into the sink only to find she had to shake it off and then briskly turned to add the finishing touches to their meal. "Is Rascoto okay?"
Syndey smiled her charming and perfect smile as she showcased the bottle of wine that Pandora had in fact already owned--- before she began pouring it out into a wine glass set aside just for Pandora. She abstained-- because wine was gross.
"How was work today?" She inquired as she set the bottle down close to her plate. You know. So she could keep the refills continuously coming. Pandora wouldn't kill her if she was drunk.
No.
No that definitely wasn't going to work.
The twenty-five year old Sydney sighed deeply as her head fell back against the cement wall behind her with the faintest of thumps.
Thump.
(lmao)
Who was Syd? Well. She was jumpy. She was athletic. She had cute short buzzed hair that the ladies loved except for the one lady she wanted to love it and that was mostly because she was the worst roommate ever. The worst roommate because well... she was dreadfully bad at holding down jobs and eight times out of ten she did not have her half of the rent. But in all fairness she had been going through some stuff and had been having a little trouble finding a job she could actually do without the whole.... web shooting issue?
Sydney's eyes widened at the thought before looking up to what she knew to be her window to her bedroom. If there was one thing she had learned in all this, it was that she hated climbing. But Dora was going to be home in like an hour and she needed to have dinner ready so she could butter her up real good before telling her that she was a little short. Again. Oh god.... she was just going to throw her out of the apartment window. Maybe she should just not go back.
The boyish charmer glanced up and down the alley before laying two hands against the brick so she could begin climbing up the side of the wall. Her green orbs stared at the bricks. Where else were they supposed to look? And as she reached the window to push it open, she ran a hand through her short, boyishly sporty haircut as her feet found the carpet of her bedroom.
Oh, her death would be swift.
Her teeth gritted... and Sydney launhed herself into a flurry of activity, throwing clothes everywhere as she disrobed and ran nude across the apartment from her room to the bathroom. She showered so quickly, hissing to herself when she accidentally touched Pandora's shampoo and sort of threw it everywhere?? But inevitably.... nine o'clock rolled around and she was the picture of calmness as she softly spooned mini raviolis into two bowls on the kitchen table. She wore a pair of short, athletic shorts and a white men's tank top that was far too loose on her body. The sounds of classical music played lightly through their apartment as if she had not just been the vision of a raging hurricane. And as the door opened, Syndey smiled and looked up at her.
Her. Oh god. Her.
Her heart fluttered before it stopped. Certainly, it had just dropped dead but that was fine. And for a brief moment she actually forgot that this was indeed the day her obituaries would speak nice things about her. "Hey Door."
Perfect. Calm. Cool. Collected. That was perfect. She flashed her a boyish grin.... before she turned to drop the spoon into the sink only to find she had to shake it off and then briskly turned to add the finishing touches to their meal. "Is Rascoto okay?"
Syndey smiled her charming and perfect smile as she showcased the bottle of wine that Pandora had in fact already owned--- before she began pouring it out into a wine glass set aside just for Pandora. She abstained-- because wine was gross.
"How was work today?" She inquired as she set the bottle down close to her plate. You know. So she could keep the refills continuously coming. Pandora wouldn't kill her if she was drunk.