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[branditheliar]

thatspookybarista

Ashton placed the mug down and leaned on the counter. He was circling the rim of the mug and looked at Brandi’s hand. He just stared until he looked up at her, he blinked. “Your hands are very delicate looking for someone who looks like they do an awful lot with them, bet they could go to good use.” His grin grew and he stopped slumping on the counter and straightened up his leaned position to a more neater looking one. He stopped messing with the mug and placed his hand flat on the counter.

“I know my ways around just about anything, I like being prepared.” He slid the mug with a finger to the side. “No matter the, circumstances.” His eyes trailed off to Brandi’s eyes, as she batted her eyes, his own followed the movement of the girls lashes. “Darlin’ it depends. We talking ‘free’ or ‘discounted’?” He leaned close to her. “I happen to offer whichever one you like~”

Brandi stopped tapping her nails on the counter when his eyes settled on her hand. He didn’t notice her nice paint job, but he’d noticed something, which was more than she could say for a lot of other guys. Some of them could be so oblivious sometimes!

She was surprised that he chose to comment on the delicacy of her hands, though. Not many people mentioned anything about that, and she had never really noticed it herself. Now she looked at her hand, stretching her fingers to better examine them. There were small scars on her pointer and middle fingers and across her knuckles and on the palm of her hand--from some shenanigans involving broken glass. But the cuts hadn’t been deep and healed fairly nicely, so the scars were only visible when you were looking for them. Also, her hands were small, and her fingers were slender, so she supposed she understood where he got the word “delicate.”

Sure, she could accept this compliment. Why not? Something was better than nothing at all, and things were going so well that she would hate to ruin that. “Thanks. I do my best to take care of ‘em when I get some free time,” she said, emphasizing “free time” so that it would give the impression that she was a very busy girl with lots of important stuff to do.

She also leaned in a bit, but there was no need to go too far since he’d already covered most of the distance for her. At the wrong angle--or perhaps the right one?--it might look like something was up. She gazed into his red eyes--contacts, she now realized. They were so close that she could see the outer edge of his contact lenses. She glanced down quickly to find one of his hands so that she might walk two of her “delicate” fingers over the back of it, and then she made eye contact again, lightly touching his hand, which was warm from holding and making coffee all day. “I was thinkin’ as free as I can possibly get it,” she told him. “If there’s a way for me to get it for free free, then I’ll do whatever I need to.”

It was the truth. Sometimes, people in this town were too honest, too good, and let her have what she wanted without the need for lies. She really was willing to do just about anything for just about anything else, so long as she didn’t have to pay money for the good or service she was receiving, so when she said she would do whatever she needed to do for her free cup of coffee, she meant it.

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cheerleadingsisters

June frowned. “…I’m going to ignore that.”

July, however, was very ecstatic. “Well, what are we waiting for?! Let’s go!” she said and ran towards the train station. June rolled her eyes and walked slowly. “Forgive her, she tends to run off at times.” Most of the time…

July’s enthusiasm was infectious, and Brandi laughed when June tried to apologize for it. “We’d better not keep her waitin’!” She grabbed June by the wrist and dragged her along as she raced toward the train station. She pulled June up the steps, and both of them nearly tripped, but Brandi found her footing and steadied her friend as well.

She was still laughing, albeit a bit breathlessly, when the two of them joined July on the train platform. “This is gonna be awesome! It’s been forever since I went on a shoppin’ spree, ‘specially with other people.” Well, it was either going to be awesome or terrible because she didn’t exactly like shopping for things in the honest sense, even if the petty theft charges on her record were proof that she wasn’t all that great at the dishonest kind.

The last few words of her sentence got cut off as the train pulled up to the platform. The door hissed quietly as it opened. Brandi still hadn’t let go of June’s wrist this whole time and towed the girl behind her as she boarded the train.

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libertysxxserpents:

Liberty narrowed her eyes as the taller girl went into a hysterical fit, crossing her arms at the sense of not being taken seriously by her. She puffed out her cheeks, her entire face burning red from embarrassment. Standing on her toes to reach Brandi’s height, she clenched her fists in a (almost jokingly) defensive manner. “It’s not a lie, Brandi! I don’t lie about anything! A-and I could hit someone if I wanted to, but I’m not a violent person, unlike yourself.” Immediately after, she shut her eyes, embracing for some impact that would take her down a few pegs.

The way Liberty closed her eyes after saying something even remotely confrontational did nothing to stop Brandi’s laughter, although it had mostly died down on its own, anyway. A couple more high-pitched giggles escaped her lips, and then she was finally done for real.

Instead of punching the tiny girl, as she was probably expecting, she let her arms hang by her side, and she tried to assume the least threatening stance possible, althought it was a little hard to be non-threatening when the opponent was nearly a whole foot shorter. “Punch me,” she said. “If ya can really do it, prove it. I’m feelin’ generous today, so I’m offerin’ ya this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to take one free swing at me. No trick and little to no consequences. So, go ahead and punch me right now.” She really did mean it. She wanted to see if the snake girl really had it in her.

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Send me ☹ and I’ll generate a number and see what my muse will scream at yours, for whatever reason

“I’m not weak! I’m strong, Brandi! Strong in the real way!”

[branditheliar]

Guys

I just found out that there will be no Tumblr at my school. It’s been blocked. I mean, I kind of figured this would happen, but ugh.

Anyway, I’ll have to put all of my blogs on hiatus. Starting Saturday, this one will be running on a queue that posts 3 times a day. I’m going to fill it up, so that should last it 100 days.

But no more rp blogs at least until I get this sorted out. If I ever do fkdlsaf… I’m looking into proxies or something, but who knows about viruses and if they’ll even work when I get on campus?

So yeah… Just assume that I’ll stay gone until I come home on breaks. Maybe I’ll do a little mobile blogging if my data allows but I doubt it.

If you still want to keep in touch with me, feel free to ask for my phone number (if you live in the US), Skype, or Twitter if you don’t have these things already.

[branditheliar]

[[ Ugh, bluh, I dropped a bunch of threads again and permanently threw away some stuff in my archive I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry ;; Motivation has been pretty much non-existent for me and having to stare at all of those threads was really overwhelming I’m so sorry omg...

You can still come into my inbox or tag me in starters and stuff. That’s fine. I just had to... do away with some of the other stuff.... ;; Sorry. Sorryyyyyy. Sorry sorry. ]]

[branditheliar]

romance is alive

[branditheliar]

thatspookybarista:

He leaned on the counter behind him. “Curious? Let me tell you, I’ve been curious about p-l-e-n-t-y of things in my life.. But not enough to get me in trouble with my boss.” He looked at the entrance to the back then he focused back over to Brandi. “Not even for a pretty face.” He stood straight then waltzed over to grab a glass mug, opening the cupboard he added “Unless you honestly want to hear about anything…” He shut the cupboard and turned his head. “You gotta convince me after-hours~”

“Oh?” She settled her chin in the palm of one hand, tipping her head up slightly, while she continued to drum out a steady rhythm with the nails on her other hand. This rhythm was more deliberate than the one before, as if the coat of midnight blue pain she’d put on this morning was screaming to get noticed, despite the imperfect chip that had been so quick to appear on her ring finger.

“Ya sure seem to know your way around the barter system. I like that. Say,” she said, dragging the word out and batting her eyelashes, “is there any chance I could convince ya to give me that coffee for a big discount? Like, maybe... real, real close to free?” Who in their right mind wanted to pay for a drink they didn’t actually like? “We could add it to the after-hours list of to-dos, ya know.”

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“The real way, huh?” Brandi started to giggle, but it escalated to the point where she had to clutch her stomach to keep herself from feeling like she was going to explode. She laughed for a good couple minutes at least before sucking in deep breaths to get herself under control enough to speak. When she did, snickers still sneaked in between her words. “That’s gotta be... heh... the biggest lie... heh heh... I ever heard, and I thought I told some doozies, heh heh! I bet ya couldn’t hit anyone even if your life depended on it!”

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Send me ☹ and I’ll generate a number and see what my muse will scream at yours, for whatever reason

“I’m not weak! I’m strong, Brandi! Strong in the real way!”

[branditheliar]

“Ack!” He was spot-on with that one. She was an underling to both Morcubus and Esma. Most of her more serious criminal offenses were carried out on behalf of MorcuCorp, and she herself really wasn’t that threatening at all. “Ya lookin’ to get punched in the fuckin’ teeth?” she hissed. It was better to get angry and defensive instead of sad.

“Hey! Don’t interrupt me! …what number was I on? Oh, never mind.” Rusty was inwardly cursing himself on not getting a better education.

“Lookie here, li'l miss. You don’t scare me. In fact, I bet you’re just a screw-up underling for someone. You’re not a real criminal!”

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friendship–and–witchcraft:

Bradlynn gasped under her breath, her mouth forming into a slightly interested ‘o’ shape. “You’re a space alien~!? That’s so… spectacular, amazing, awesome, just to good for words~!” She hopped back and forth on her feet, thoughts of what Brandi would look like without her eyepatch in place roaming her mind. “Can you…. can you, um, show me your tentacle, please?”

“Huh? What?” Brandi hadn’t expected her to actually want to see it. Most people would have thought a tentacle for an eye was gross. But its grossness was also part of its charm, and if somebody told her they were hiding a tentacle, she would demand to see it, too.

She had to make up something quickly, an excuse as to why she couldn’t lift her eye patch. “Ah, um, nah. See, it’s kinda driven a lotta the human species to the brink of insanity when they look at it, and I wouldn’t want that to happen to ya, so...”

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“Wh-what?! You’ve never... heard of any of ‘em?” This was an outrage! “No way! People are always talkin’ about me, and everybody in town knows I’m as bad as they come!” she shrieked. “I bet ya just don’t get out much. That’s gotta be it.” That... probably wasn’t it. How was he supposed to commit crimes if he didn’t go out? “Tch, whatever. Stick around a little longer and you’ll hear about me for sure, I guarantee ya.”

“Oh really? Cuz I ain’t heard ‘bout NONE of your petty 'crimes’ you ever committed! I’m the more famous outlaw 'round these parts, stupid. I’ll give you ten seconds to get you and your dumb eyepatch outta here. One… Twoooo…… Threeeeeee…..”

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“That’s fine.” Usually an impatient person, she didn’t mind waiting for this. Needing coffee freshly brewed for her made her special in a way.

“C’mon, don’t give me that. It’s human nature to get curious and listen in on stuff, even if ya don’t mean to do it. Ya can’t really help listenin’ in on other people’s conversations sometimes, ya know? And nobody’s gonna care if ya go against the ‘policy’ if nobody finds out.” She tapped her fingernails against the counter and leaned a little closer to Ashton, a tiny smirk on her face. “Hm?”

“Heavens, we wouldn’t want to disrespect the beans now do we? We don’t normally have people drink our darkest roast, good to hear someone could take it. Not everyday someone would ask for it plain black though, pretty tough…” He begins making the coffee, since not many people order it he has to make some. “Gonna have to wait a couple little minutes here, making some fresh coffee now” He turns from the counter back over to Brandi to help kill the wait time. “Hm, gossip? Well, I’m not the type to gossip really.. People are loud in here and some really good stuff can be heard. I apologize though due to policy I can’t say much, plus eavesdropping is very ungentleman-like of me.” 

[branditheliar]

If i had a dollar for every time someone called me ugly id have 0 dollars bitch what u thought lmao

I wasn’t ready 😂😂 

[branditheliar]

“Ya weren’t home. I needed somethin’ to do while I waited. Ya honestly expected me to just sit outside your house doin’ nothin’ ‘til ya finally showed up?” She methodically reached for the next book on the shelf and pulled it out, knowing he was watching her. She dangled it over the now shrinking pile, and the bookmark slipped out and landed on the floor. She resisted the evil grin that wanted to creep onto her face and kept her expression blank so he would know just how little all of this meant to her. “I don’t wanna read ‘em. That’s borin’. Why’d ya sit around readin’ books when ya could be out livin’ all the stuff you’re readin’ about? Seems like a waste kinda, don’t it?” She’d never learned anything from a book that she couldn’t learn from experience. Except maybe math, but that was beside the point.

She tilted her head to the side and asked, in a way that sounded like she didn’t care one way or another, “You’re not mad at me for trashin’ your bookshelf, are ya?” And then, she dropped the book she was holding.

By The Book [Ray]

[branditheliar]

Brandi clicked her tongue. “A’ight, I see how it is.” She thought that lie was pretty convincing. How could people not mistake her for a model? “Well, Evileen,” she said, planting her hands firmly on her hips, “I’m Brandi. Too bad you’re not the First Lady. That’d be pretty cool. Prob’ly bad for me, though.” Brandi didn’t really like abiding by the laws, so meeting the wife of the person who made them would probably end poorly.

“Okaaaay…and I’m, like, the First Lady of the United States Of Simerica…” she nearly rolled her eyes. “Actually no, I’m not. Call me Evileen, please.”

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[[ Okay, I got everything out of my drafts so I could put them in RPThreadTracker, and now I’m going to start queueing some other replies. They all post three times a day at these times (all in Eastern Standard Time):

Goth Boy’s runs from noon-2PM Brandi’s runs from 3PM-5PM Crystal’s runs from 6PM-8PM And Carl’s runs from 9PM-11PM

THERE. I’m gonna start puttin’ stuff in ‘em now. ]]

[[ YELLS

omg guys I’m so sorry. Replies are coming eventually, I swear. I have a few written up, and I was going to wait until I had them all done, but I might just post the ones I have because my muse is like?? non-existent?? wtf muse

So I’m gonna slowly chip away at ‘em. I’ll probably set up queues on all of my blogs so that replies are posted a little slower so I can… not stress about ‘em haha ]]

[branditheliar]

“Girl, I haven’t heard from ya in at least a century! What’ve ya been doin’ for the past hundred years?”

eeeeeeEEEEEEEEYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!

“EEEEEEEYYYYYYYYyyyy… ‘ey… eh??”