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wtf LJ. wtf?! >_<
Who: Bridget and anyone who may want to meet him. Or not, you know, if I'm the worse RP'er ever. No need for pityposts!
Where: Only God knows What: Looking for his mother's groceries
Rating: Nothing under R for Bridget and his inappropriat innuendo... T_T
I don't give a damn if
I'm your villain
Because serious
You're so serious
Bridget walkeddanced bopped his hips as he made his way down along down the street, singing loudly to the music in the small ipod he held in his hand, Yo-yo in the other. He spun in beat to the music, and the yo-yo snapped back into his hand.
The song finished, and as the next one began, he fished the list out from under his skirt, eyes scanning over it, and the crude map he’d doodled.
He glanced around at the snow and frowned. Wasn’t it summer? Had he gotten lost again? He glanced around. This wasn’t downtown London… Mother had wanted him to pick up groceries for dinner, but there were no supermarket around here. It was all just.. crushed buildings. But it was daytime, and there was no construction crew. How queer. Had they started to work at night around here?
He stuffed the note back into his shorts and smoothed the skirt over his bum before flicking the Yoyo again, and hitting >>next on the Ipod. There was nothing better than brit-pop.
If he kept walking he was sure he’d run into someone eventually who could give him directions to the market.
Who: Bridget and anyone who may want to meet him. Or not, you know, if I'm the worse RP'er ever. No need for pityposts!
Where: Only God knows What: Looking for his mother's groceries
Rating: Nothing under R for Bridget and his inappropriat innuendo... T_T
I don't give a damn if
I'm your villain
Because serious
You're so serious
Bridget walkeddanced bopped his hips as he made his way down along down the street, singing loudly to the music in the small ipod he held in his hand, Yo-yo in the other. He spun in beat to the music, and the yo-yo snapped back into his hand.
The song finished, and as the next one began, he fished the list out from under his skirt, eyes scanning over it, and the crude map he’d doodled.
He glanced around at the snow and frowned. Wasn’t it summer? Had he gotten lost again? He glanced around. This wasn’t downtown London… Mother had wanted him to pick up groceries for dinner, but there were no supermarket around here. It was all just.. crushed buildings. But it was daytime, and there was no construction crew. How queer. Had they started to work at night around here?
He stuffed the note back into his shorts and smoothed the skirt over his bum before flicking the Yoyo again, and hitting >>next on the Ipod. There was nothing better than brit-pop.
If he kept walking he was sure he’d run into someone eventually who could give him directions to the market.