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fandomtownies2007-05-26 01:28 am
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Turtle & Canary; Saturday [ 05/26 ]
Settled behind the counter, Turtle was in a somber, thoughful mood today. Her arguement with Annette had really sunk into her brain, moved in, and paid off their mortgage; it was also bothering her how much it had effected her. Usually, she could easily shake off the things that blonde bimbo brat said, but...not this time. This time, she seemed to just dig a little too deep.
She found herself, in the idle time between customers, unravelling her braid, running a brush down the long length of her mousey brown hair. Sometimes, she'd look at it, examine it, notice that she had really bad split ends again, but most of the time, she just sort of mindlessly work the brush as she stared off in space. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. People like Annette had it easy. Her family actually was prestigious, unlike hers, with her mother grasping at every little bit of high society she could with her cheaply manicured nails. Annette was smart, too. Probably had grades infinitely better than Turtle because Turtle never cared about school, anyway. And Annette was pretty. She was blonde and cute and a cheerleader and Turtle was just...Turtle. Money and a braid and a trail of purple shins. She couldn't even shoot a gun and people back home thought she did nefarious things like blowing up coffee shops and stealing.
Not even Tannim saying she was pretty the other day helped. He was just probably trying to make a sale, she realized, because she would have used the exact same topic.
She firmly tied the hairtie around the end of another braid, quickly, mindlessly plaited. Only to be pulled out again in a half hour, repeating the process.
The glittery "Help Wanted!" sign is still in the window.
Today's Squishy Flavors: Emo, Emu, Red.
Turtle & Canary is open!
[[ up early because tomorrow morning I leave for a wedding; will be gone probably until evening EST, if anyone's up to delayed play/slow play. Mod Apu please if you need anything otherwise ]]
She found herself, in the idle time between customers, unravelling her braid, running a brush down the long length of her mousey brown hair. Sometimes, she'd look at it, examine it, notice that she had really bad split ends again, but most of the time, she just sort of mindlessly work the brush as she stared off in space. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair at all. People like Annette had it easy. Her family actually was prestigious, unlike hers, with her mother grasping at every little bit of high society she could with her cheaply manicured nails. Annette was smart, too. Probably had grades infinitely better than Turtle because Turtle never cared about school, anyway. And Annette was pretty. She was blonde and cute and a cheerleader and Turtle was just...Turtle. Money and a braid and a trail of purple shins. She couldn't even shoot a gun and people back home thought she did nefarious things like blowing up coffee shops and stealing.
Not even Tannim saying she was pretty the other day helped. He was just probably trying to make a sale, she realized, because she would have used the exact same topic.
She firmly tied the hairtie around the end of another braid, quickly, mindlessly plaited. Only to be pulled out again in a half hour, repeating the process.
The glittery "Help Wanted!" sign is still in the window.
Today's Squishy Flavors: Emo, Emu, Red.
Turtle & Canary is open!
[[ up early because tomorrow morning I leave for a wedding; will be gone probably until evening EST, if anyone's up to delayed play/slow play. Mod Apu please if you need anything otherwise ]]