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#WHACK HIM FOR ME AGAIN

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her brows lift just barely, lips curving as if he's asked her something obvious. as if she's deigning to give him an easy out. " why shouldn't i be ? " a chiclet flies into her mouth. it's either that or a cigarrette, her tongue won't rest for long, she'll try to be polite. " tough break, to have to depend on someone like that. not unlike a lot of rockstars actually. only most've them feed themselves the symptoms. it's awe-inspiring and pathetic at the same time. " she's leaning back, elbow, launched over the back of the seat, " what's your name ? "

"sometimes." all of the time, every day. it's the only real escape from his life these days; through film or music or books. for a moment, he simply looks at her, thinks of all the questions she's asked him and tries to get a read on her. "anyone ever tell you that you're kind of intense in your... interest?" is that what it is? interest in him? surely not. but then again, why not? "van gogh was incredibly mentally ill and he cut his own ear off in a manic episode. though, actually, i hadn't gotten to that part yet. but i know that his brother took care of him, and he was getting married soon so van gogh, in fear of no longer having his brother's support, had a mental breakdown. it's actually... it's actually incredibly sad when you think of it."

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" fancy. you do that often? sit by your lonesome and read about dead people ? " is he just awkward in general or is this a situation she's misread — in that he's one of three million viewers. he looks like he listens to bach and... tchaikovsky. maybe tupac, as a wildcard entry. not the type of music she posts about. " why's your face... doing that thing ? are you nervous — am i making you nervous — why am i making you nervous — neighbour ? " then, as if it's an afterthought. " did that guy actually cut his ear off ? "

at first, he didn't think she was speaking to him. until she sat down next to him, that is. a rush of warmth hit his cheeks when he did realize and he found himself wrapped up in the scent of her perfume, which was, admittedly, a little distracting. she was quite close to him now and he wondered why. a rush of anxiety hit him square in the chest at how out of his element he was and he reached up to fiddle with his glasses.

"h-hi," his attention was taken by her eyes, so bright and inquisitive - intensely curious - as they stared at him. glancing down to his book, he realized he had it in a vise grip and relaxed his fingers, holding it out to her. "it's a biography about vincent van gogh."

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" it's a bar not a checkout counter, if you're the cashier, and he pays, who bags me ? and what is the point anyway, what do they think about when they stare ? a quick fuck is one thing, but there has to be some coherent thought the longer it takes for them to walk over here and try the best line they've got on someone. like ooohh, i wonder if she's ugly enough to fall for this script i'm writing on the spot in my head while i envision walking over there. or do they just stare because they expect you to do the work for them ? if so you should get a raise, that's too much expectation. " she takes a swig of her drink and blinks, head canted, as if sizing the girl up for the ensuing promotion of action. " what about the third option ? you play the role of jealous ex-girlfriend. i ran away with your best friend and got married in vegas, haven't heard from me in three years, and now here i am, at your bar. you're shocked, and this man's staring at me, interrupting the legendary spiel you're about to deliver while you wipe that bartop. what'll he do then ? "

" don't look now but that cutie over there is totally checking you out. what's the vibe? need me to be a wingman or a bodyguard? because as your resident bartender, i'm good for either. "

@marinastart

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" 'sup. neighbour. " if you want to get all caught up in the semantics and technicalities that bobbie is almost always aware of and dutifully disregards, they are not neighbours, they're not even living in the same tower. but she's seen him, skulking around, nerdy loner type. if she could build a serial killer out of build-a-bear, he'd be it.

she's invited herself to his spot, plopped herself down close... too close. all windswept and breathless and is now peering keenly at him. like he's the deviant at the school playground. " watcha readin'? " / @regalitics

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( RILEY KEOUGH .  CIS WOMAN .  SHE/HER)  - the  chicago  resident , (  ROBYN "BOBBIE" SUMMERS ) ,  was  heard  blaring  (  RED DRESS / SUGABABES  )  this  morning  .  the  ( THIRTY-TWO )  year  old  is  a  (  rock journalist  )  in  the  city  &  has  lived  the ( west ) tower  for  (  six months  ) .  since  being  here  ,  they  have  been  told  to  be  ( -  irreverent )  ,  but  also  ( + irrepressible ) ,  i  guess  we'll  find  out  soon  !   [  n  ,  25+  ,  gmt+8  ,  she/her]

HISTORY (badly written abridged edition)

born in san francisco. neglectful parents. great uncle was wonderful though, she idolised him. but he got old and died. sad.

bobbie started living the nomad life, living out of a van or a tourbus. a concert groupie if you will. she loved going to gigs. lived for it. she was going to amount to absolutely nothing and she didn't care. she watched friends hit 28 and suddenly switch their priorities, get real jobs, start thinking of responsibilities, insurance, health, bills, marriage, blah.

so what did she do? she started putting her feelings on social media. she documented her lifestyle, the groupie life. viewers started piling on because it was a little bit of a joke. until a few of her video commentaries started going viral on tiktok. oops.

long story short, the attention accumulated and she was offered a guest spot on a weekly column in a small magazine.

then on-video press junkets for musicians. now she's that one critic people try to watch their mouth with. she's annoyed. but it's nothing partying with the artistes won't fix!

PERSONALITY, TRAITS, HABITS, HEADCANONS

very athletic and a thrill-seeker, is the type to go cliff-jumping, drag-racing, and skydiving on a regular weekend, every weekend, if she's not at a gig

vintage girly

has too many vices

volatile, but also somehow careless and irreverent

the personification of bugs' bunny's 'nyeeeahh.... what's up doc?' only instead of a carrot she's chewing gum

can be immature

messy

will slash your tires if she decides you deserve it

fucking talks way too much

will annoy you to death, has no concept of boundaries

free the nipple baby

terrible enabler

has a sister who she hates so naturally she avoids family gatherings like it's the plague. family who?

amateur dj, she has no skill

will shove your enemies down a flight of stairs for you and then smile prettily

is the epitome of jessica simpson asking 'is this fish or chicken? what i'm eating' iykyk

CONNECTIONS

she needs mom-friends clearly

people she met on her travels years ago made an impression and disappeared into the night like a figment of their imagination and then suddenly she's in their building kicking the vending machine

weed-buddies

exes

i'm bad at this i'll come up with more, eventually.

basic information:

full name: robyn evangelista "bobbie" summers

nickname(s): bobbie, bobberino, bob-cat, bambi

age: 32

date of birth: november 28th

place of birth: san francisco

nationality: american

gender: cis woman

pronouns: she/her

orientation:  bisexual

language(s) spoken: english, bad spanish, bad mandarin

accent: basic californian accent

family ties:

mother: courtney summers ( estranged )

father: gill summers

siblings: none

spouse / partner: none

children: none

pets: groot, her pet rock

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#𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗗 ft. marinafm just a person who can't write, interviewing people who can't talk for people who can't read. 🖕 suck on that frank zappa. 🖕 ⟡.

bobbie summers [ thirty two ] rock journalist [ she /her ] ( intro . pinterest . playlist . )

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tag dump / bobbie.

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Daisy Jones was perfectly cast.

RILEY KEOUGH via Instagram