Still representing for the gangsters all across the world [Active/Open]
Character(s): Buttercup and YOU. Yes, you.
Location: Outside, on one of the many stairs/ledges around campus.
Time: Late-ish afternoon/early evening
Content: Buttercup chillaxes after a hard week's worth of trolling.
Format: Prose for the intro, anything else goes afterward.
Warnings: Buttercup's mouth. Underage smoking? IDK.
There was still a good few hours of sun left, but the light was beginning to get a little red and orange, Buttercup noticed. She could especially notice this from her perch on the stairs.
The weather recently had forced her to trade in her biker shorts for black pants. She was used to cold weather, but this was just a bit worse than Indiana. Her legs were dangling over the side, combat boots heavy on her feet.
Music from Dr. Dre and Snoop Dog flowed through her earbuds, only one in her ear. The other swung freely, so anyone passing by could hear the profanity laced lyrics. She was in an area that wasn't quite the most packed, but it was off the beaten path enough she wasn't too afraid of getting busted.
Not that she was ever afraid. In fact, she was surprised she hadn't been busted yet for her most recent scheme. The pranking of the new kids had gone perfectly smooth and everyone was running around like a chicken with its head cut off. They had no clue. She grinned as she brought the shrinking cigarette up to her lips. She wasn't a big smoker. Couldn't afford to be, really. Blossom would find out, and Minako or Iggy would probably not like the smell. So she only had two or three every couple of weeks, when she found some.
She flicked some of the ashes off, not caring where they went. Hopefully, on somebody's head. That would make her day. She fought the urge to just lay back and sleep. Sighing, she leaned over.
So boring.