oh my god

DRIFTING APART like a plate tectonic bambi jane fairchild. twenty years of age. oh, and bloody mary.

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“You get me drunk enough tonight, and I might just be in a good enough mood to send over my download link for The Life of Pablo ...”

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          Bambi hears a knock on the door, and looks desperately towards Emerie’s bed. It’s empty – there’s no reason why her roommate would be present in the middle of the day. Bambi is in an overlarge sweatshirt and boxer shorts. She is halfway through a sleeve of oreos. She was not expecting any visitors.

          She attempts to regain what little sense of dignity she’ll have left in this HEINOUS interruption by sitting up straight, brushing the crumbs off her chest, and smiling. She licks her lips as the door opens – did she say it was alright to come in – and raises her chin to the intruder in a particular way that only the obnoxious have perfected.

         “Now, you know me well enough not to come into my room without a reason – so, tell me, what can I do for you?”

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femfatalrpg:

Bambi was probably towards the top of the list of Fem’s least favorite people here at EPTP, and for what it was worth she was pretty sure that vague dislike went both ways. And that was why she was here. She was looking for that disdain, not to argue - as she had had her fair share of that over the past few days, but for something else that could only be birthed by dislike.

“I heard your birthday was recently.”

The smooth grin on Fem’s face belonged to that of a criminal, and her stance leaned against the door frame was that of a thug. With arms crossed, Fem cocked her head in a felinesque way.

“I’m here to give you your present.”

Femke Medina was the last person Bambi was expecting to walk in her room, and, with a growl, she stood to face the intruder.

“Come on in, why don’t you.”

Her brow is lowered, already suspicious of the older girl woman. No one particularly loves Bambi around these parts, but Femke was the worst of the pack -- no better than a seething hyena. Bambi had no idea what the kid’s problem with her was, but had no intention of finding out anytime soon.

Though it looked like the decision had already been made for her.

“What do you mean, a ‘present’?” Bambi asked, crossing her arms against her chest. “What, you’re some kind of fairy godmother now? Or you think I’m stupid, is that it?”

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          Bambi hears a knock on the door, and looks desperately towards Emerie’s bed. It’s empty -- there’s no reason why her roommate would be present in the middle of the day. Bambi is in an overlarge sweatshirt and boxer shorts. She is halfway through a sleeve of oreos. She was not expecting any visitors.

          She attempts to regain what little sense of dignity she’ll have left in this HEINOUS interruption by sitting up straight, brushing the crumbs off her chest, and smiling. She licks her lips as the door opens -- did she say it was alright to come in -- and raises her chin to the intruder in a particular way that only the obnoxious have perfected.

         “Now, you know me well enough not to come into my room without a reason -- so, tell me, what can I do for you?”

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ANNOUNCEMENT;

Hey guys! Have you noticed I’ve been super inactive on Bambi? Me too! As much as I love Bambi, I’ve been having a lot of trouble with her in the HC setting. While originally I was considering dropping Bambi and reapplying for Phantom or another one of the open roles, after talking with Claire, I’ve decided I’m going to rework Bambi so that she fits better in this environment. With this in mind, I’ve listed below some changes to Bambi’s character that are important to understanding her.

Bambi is now 20 instead of 17/18. I believe that one of the reasons why Bambi wasn’t really fitting in was because she was so much younger than all of the other characters. With this change, she’ll still be on the younger side, but no longer so much of an outlier. Plotting should be a lot more straightforward now!

Bambi is still adopted, but will have been adopted at around age three or four instead of being adopted at birth. However, she was still raised Jewish on the Upper East Side.

Bambi is now being portrayed by Azealia Banks. In order to jumpstart my muse, I’ve changed Bambi’s faceclaim, hopefully for the better. Azealia brings that perfect balance of innocence and brutality that Bambi really encapsulates.

I’m so sorry for being so MIA, and hopefully new-and-improved Bambi Jane Fairchild Version 2.0 is here for good! Below, I’ve compiled a list of plots for Bambi that will hopefully inspire some of you to reconnect with her! As of now, if you all could scratch any previous plots that would be really awesome, but I would love to replot with all of you! Here are my ideas:

ex-significant other

ex-polyamorous relationship

rivals w/ sexual tension

super w/ a similar power

someone to use as “target practice” taken by @fionnclarke

relative (sibling, cousin)

anyone she might have known from nyc

roommate taken by @emerie-ducain

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femfatalrpg:

“I didn’t get you anything.” There was a steel in her voice that, paired with her narrowed eyes and slightly curled lip, explained clearly her disgust at the seemingly spoiled brat behavior Bambi was giving off.

“But”

Femke cocked her brow, turning fully now to face the younger girl at her side with an expression that mirrored the physical action of shrugging. “I bet I’m not the only one.”

“aw, how disappointing,” bambi said, rolling her eyes. “it’s okay, i don’t need a gift, especially if you’re so ... down on your luck. either way, i’ve got a trust fund big enough for the both of us, so, uh, happy birthday to me.”

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emerie-ducain:

“Get… you? Bloody hell, well I– tea. I got you tea… surprise?”

“I hate tea ... you got that so I’d leave it around so you could make it for yourself, didn’t you?”

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my name might not be troy bolton, but you can bet on my love for you

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“officially eighteen years old!! what did you get me?”

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[ ideas for bambi fairchild birthday plot ideas ]

“i know you said tattoos were ‘against your religion’ or whatever but ...”

“alright you’re 18 it’s time to really test out your powers ... let me be your first victim”

“kanye released tlop specifically for your birthday time for a dance party”

“you’re eighteen! let me pay for your first lottery ticket ... what u mean u won $500?”

“so it looks like you’re legal now ... ;)”

“wait ... you told me you were turning nineteen ... fuCK”

[ previous rp ideas i still want !! ]

[ schoolgirl crush ] older male-presenting figure, not necessarily male, who bambi makes a fool out of herself trying to ““seduce”” because she is 100% a pathetic idiot.

[ blast from the past ] an old babysitter? a family friend? piano teacher? tennis coach? anyone who’s spent time in new york city (or boca raton) could have run into bambi.

[ other ideas ] good influence // bad influence // skinny love // other side of the wall // rivals with sexual tension // beard // team mate // artist-model

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"look you're seventeen but you're cute so talk to me in like two days okay"

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“i hope you weren’t looking for the bathroom –”

bambi, barely recognizable in the bathroom’s odd, luminescent green lighting, sits on the edge of the sink, almost like she’s been waiting for the door to swing open. she looks older than her few years – there’s no telling if it’s the skyscraper heels, the villainous, dramatic cat eye, or the challenging look in her eye staring her new companion down.

“it seems there’s only the one stall, and it’s currently – ahem – occupied.”

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"You're So Beautiful That You Made Me Forget My Pickup Line."

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felixchens:

  Felix was as annoyed as anybody that training had been rescheduled, but when Bambi turned spoke to him, he raised an eyebrow. He frowned slightly, amused but suspicious. “You’re ridiculous,” he pointed out, “and that’s offensive, kid.”

  He leaned over and ruffled her hair, pulled her eyelid up with his thumb so he could see the whites of her eyes. “Are you high?”

          “Kid?” Bambi asked, incredulous. She shrugged him off her shoulder and nudged his hand away, feigning a feral bite at it. “Dude, you’re like twelve. Nice try, though.” 

         At the question, Bambi’s jaw dropped open. “How dare you!” She gasped too-dramatically. “How dare you. 

        ... and so what if I was? There are worse things I could be doing. At least I don’t use my powers i r r e s p o n s i b l y ...” She gave him a suspicious look, unsure if she was talking to the real Felix or not.

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gideonvaughn:

“I wouldn’t call it patronizing you..” Gideon said, laughing a little at Bambi’s huff. “Well, to be fair, I had to learn it all myself. If it makes you feel any better, you can imagine me lost, basically all alone in the building. Having to ask instructors for directions. Carrying around a map.”

“Yeah, well, that makes one of us. Yeah, I can just imagine you wandering around like a little kid lost in the candy store. I’m sure you had a lot of fun before this place was so ... eugh.”

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more plot ideas because i am trash

[ schoolgirl crush ] older male-presenting figure, not necessarily male, who bambi makes a fool out of herself trying to ““seduce”” because she is 100% a pathetic idiot.

[ i need a ride ]  of course, bambi flew to metro city first class. but who’s in charge of keeping her there? she needs a ride to get around town and keep her in check tbh.

[ blast from the past ] an old babysitter? a family friend? piano teacher? tennis coach? anyone who’s spent time in new york city (or boca raton) could have run into bambi.

[ other ideas ] good influence // bad influence // skinny love // other side of the wall // rivals with sexual tension // beard // team mate // artist-model

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              For the record, Bambi Jane Fairchild did not come to team-building training high on substances of contraband. No, really. It totally doesn't count if it's prescription percocet. It was their fault, anyway, for rescheduling practice for seven in the evening, instead of six. Bambi is the baby of the EPTP and has a very early bedtime, thank you very much.

             She twitches and grins and says to the person next to her, in the kindest way possible:

             "You know what I could use right now? Like, a back massage, and half a watermelon, and that seventy two virgins thing they have for Muslims, you know?