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Post by audrey on Sept 16, 2007 16:16:01 GMT -5
Audrey had to kick open her rusty old locker like she did every morning, the only difference about this morning was that it annoyed her far more than it normally did. "Fucker!" she exclaimed as she gave it a good kick with her banana yellow pumps. She was in a worse mood than usual because of all the crazy shit that was going on. First her best friend since kindergarten, Desmond, tried to kill himself and won't even tell her why. She was his best friend for Christ's sake and he didn't even tell her shit! She saw right through his bullshit excuses of 'just being depressed for awhile' and 'too much pressure at school'. He wouldn't even talk to her during the week leading up to it to tell her what was wrong. Audrey suspected it had something to do with that free loader, Josh, Desmond's 'boyfriend'. The whole situation was infuriating to her.
Not only that, now all this shit was going on with the Alliance of Christian Douche bags. As annoyed as she was with Desmond she was still pissed at how all these asshole were jumping all over the fact that he was gay and just attempted suicide to better their cause. Didn't anyone have any sympathy? Even Audrey hadn't voiced her frustrations with him, in fact, she'd actually been very nice to Desmond. Usually she was a bitch, even to Desmond, but she had toned it down.
After he locker had opened she moodily began stuffing books into it from her book bag.
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Post by tim on Sept 17, 2007 22:00:38 GMT -5
God worked in mysterious ways, and this day He was working for Timothy. Right after he had gotten the list of people he would be saving, he found one in the the hallway, as if shown the way. But what God had nothing to do with was the fact that as he approached Audrey, Timothy noted that she wasn't bad-looking. If he could look past the fact that she was a dirty, disgusting, blaspheming whore - and the fact that she had vomit-inducing pink hair - he might be attracted to her. That, or he might be attracted to everything on legs. Things that were female. Because he wasn't a homosexual.
Timothy sighed and shook his head as he approached, if only because Audrey had cursed at her locker only seconds before. "That kind of language is hardly appropriate," Timothy said, a sickly sweet grin on his face. When he had finally reached her, he leaned against the lockers nearby, his arms crossed neatly over his chest and his shoulder propping his long body up. He watched as she shoved her things uncerimoniously into her bag, and found that observing this girl work was amusing. She did everything with such rage - but he didn't expect anything more than a deadly sin from her any second of the day. That was why he was there.
"Anything I can help you with?" he said, thinking that he was being quite chivalrous. He had no idea how to break through Audrey's tough and... actually quite pretty skin. But he'd find a way.
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Post by audrey on Sept 17, 2007 22:18:01 GMT -5
"That kind of language is hardly appropriate,"
Audrey turned to see who dared to criticize her choice of words. It was Timothy Wright. One of the lead members of Prudence's God Squad. Why was he talking to her? And with that stupid grin on his face no less. Usually he would ignore her like the plague, but to day it almost seemed like he was going to be nice to her. As evil as he was, Audrey had to admit he was attractive. Unfortunately he was a douchey as he was handsome. Audrey chose to ignore his comment as she continued to stuff her books into her locker.
"Anything I can help you with?"
Audrey straightened up, and turned to Timothy with her eyes narrow. "Well, for starter you can drop dead." she said flatly, "but before you do tell your cunty little friend Prudence to leave Desmond the fuck alone!" She slammed her locker shut and turned to walk away.
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Post by tim on Sept 26, 2007 23:42:34 GMT -5
Timothy laughed aloud, his face breaking into a smile that made many a girl melt where she was standing. He seriously doubted that Audrey would be one of those types. So instead, he decided that perhaps he'd have to appeal to her in a different way. A more approachable way. Find common ground.
Timothy almost shuddered at the thought that the two of them could ever share any kind of common ground. "Honestly, I won't look good in death," he said, amusement apparent in his tone. It was forced, but it was still there. He wondered if she noticed. "And as far as the little quarrel going on between Prudence and Desmond... Well, let's be honest. Prudence is a bitch as much as she is stubborn, and you know that's not going to go anywhere." There it was, common ground. Both of them hated Prudence, but for different reasons entirely. Audrey hated Prudence because she was a bible-thumping, Jesus-loving, fag-hating cunt... And Timothy hated her because she had a position of power that he didn't have. "I wish I could help."
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Post by audrey on Sept 27, 2007 0:33:45 GMT -5
Audrey smiled at the thought of how Timothy would look in death; he probably would have some stupid look on his face because his death, of course would be some hilarious freak accident, like having a vending machine fall on him, or better yet, the giant statues of Jesus they always had in Churches. Oooo the irony was so delicious Audrey could almost taste it. Then she remembered that Timothy was, in fact, not dead and standing right in front of her in all his douche bag glory.
Well, at least there was the fact that Timothy appeared to hate Prudence as much as she did. Audrey had to know off a few douche bag points for that, but it didn't make up for the fact that he was in her little inner circle of Christian assholes. He had a point about the Desmond Prudence thing; neither one of them was about to back down, but that didn't mean Audrey had to accept that fact.
"You wish, sure," said Audrey coldly, "and I wish that Besty Johnson's shit wasn't so Goddamn expensive, but there ya fucking go, right? Now, I know you didn't come over here to help me with my locker, that would be too much from you, so what is it that you really want, hmm?" Audrey crossed her arms and learned against her locker.
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Post by tim on Oct 11, 2007 23:35:48 GMT -5
Timothy lowered his head as he chuckled at Audrey. Something about how brash and unapologetic she was made her... somewhat alluring. Oh, if only he didn't hate the fact that she was a Jesus-hating athiest bitch-whore. If only. But of course, there was that small roadblock. Frankly, she wasn't much worse than Prudence was.
And frankly, Timothy had looked past much more in different cases. Which was why he was still pursuing this one.
"You seem to know me so well. In fact, there is something I want." Timothy raised his gaze a bit, a small and attractive grin on his face. His normal, natural charm wasn't working for him on this one, so now he'd have to pull out all the stops. But, God help him, he would win this. Whether it be a victory for the Christian Alliance or a victory for his own pride, he would win. Fuck the fact that pride was one of the seven deadly sins... He wanted his own victory before the Alliance's. Perhaps that was why he was beneath Prudence. Figuratively speaking, of course. "I was actually wondering if you wanted to get lunch with me." Timothy paused, shrugged his broad shoulders in a way that could probably be called graceful. "I'm only assuming that we have the same lunch period. And if not, then I can make arrangements in my schedule." Also known as skipping class. "That is, if you'll have me?" Charming grin. Indifferent stance. Everything was set up.
And Timothy prayed that this bitch would lighten up.
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Post by audrey on Oct 12, 2007 0:18:56 GMT -5
Lunch huh? This barbarian wanted to have lunch with her? Audrey considered Timothy carefully. None of this was adding up at all, why would Timothy in his right mind ever want to eat lunch with her? Didn't he know she's try to figure out some way to poison him and, if she was lucky, if he started to choke that she would let him die? He had to know all this; Audrey never kept her hatred a secret. Timothy's little lunch plan had to be one of his missions from 'God'. Audrey could easily sway this to her advantage.
Audrey was willing to do just about anything to help GSA for Desmond's sake. ANYTHING. If that meant having to endure a lunch period with Captain Douch-face Ass head, then she would do it. She could possibly get him to reveal what ACS is up to. Perhaps this would lead to a situation where Audrey would be on top, and not only as a figure of speech. . .
"Well, why the fuck not, I guess," said Audrey with a shrug, "but you're buying smart ass."
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