The things we do for boredom | OTA
Tyra was bored, there were no two ways about it. She was even missing school, but too stubborn to enrol in the village one. Knowing her luck though, she already was and would be getting black marks next to her name for attendance and find herself repeating for the rest of eternity.
She sat on one of the benches near the park with a cup and a couple of quarters. She remembered being at the hospital with Jason Street, playing this game while the rest of Dillon had been at that stupid game. They'd spent the night laughing about how stupid his 'significant other' was. No amount of Powderpuff, or getting the whole team to strip for a good cause would ever really change Tyra's opinion of a certain former cheerleader.
For all Tyra's wrongdoing, there were still certain lines she would never cross. And she had never tried to be something she wasn't.
The quarter went into the cup and she clapped her hands as she let out a happy laugh. She was bored, but at least she had found something to do. Chances were though, it was going to only keep her occupied for a little while longer before she went back to looking like a sullen teenager.
[OOC: Sorry for disappearing, I've had family dramas. I'm still going to have to beg slowtime, but I needed some relief.]
She sat on one of the benches near the park with a cup and a couple of quarters. She remembered being at the hospital with Jason Street, playing this game while the rest of Dillon had been at that stupid game. They'd spent the night laughing about how stupid his 'significant other' was. No amount of Powderpuff, or getting the whole team to strip for a good cause would ever really change Tyra's opinion of a certain former cheerleader.
For all Tyra's wrongdoing, there were still certain lines she would never cross. And she had never tried to be something she wasn't.
The quarter went into the cup and she clapped her hands as she let out a happy laugh. She was bored, but at least she had found something to do. Chances were though, it was going to only keep her occupied for a little while longer before she went back to looking like a sullen teenager.
[OOC: Sorry for disappearing, I've had family dramas. I'm still going to have to beg slowtime, but I needed some relief.]