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[cheerledtm]

CHEERLED . TUMBLR . COM. an original character bonnie fokker set within the universe of @gonighthawks. please do not follow if not in the group. as told by cait.

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[pompomstm]

She feels bad. It's not Bonnie's fault -- in fact, of all the new people that've recently joined the squad, Stacy would say that she was the fastest learner. Her passion for the sport was easily recognizable. As someone who focuses her time on dancing, Stacy can always tell when someone really wants something. And Bonnie wants to be apart of this team.

So, with a gentle touch, she puts an arm on Bonnie's shoulder. It's meant to be reassuring, at the very least, and Stacy hopes her smile is genuine when she meets the other girl's eyes. "You did great, Bonnie. I really mean it!" Her eyes are bright, and Stacy gives her arm a squeeze. "I don't want you to, like, get down on yourself for anything. I think we all just needed to hit the hard refresh button after being away for so long. And I'm sorry if we made you think you sucked, or anything like that. You don't." Nodding, she takes her hand back. "Thanks, though, by the way. Brenda is a really kick ass choreographer."

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girl enamoured with the praise, cheeks flushing ever - so - slightly, but barely noticeable with how RED they already were. though it couldn't all be put down to a natural aptitude: just ask her brother and mother about the HOURS of practice, they were surely fed up of the thudding coming from her room at all hours. anything for the team. smile remains across lips as arms circle her knees, not used to such compliments. not used to any of this. “ thank you. ” so quiet, shy almost. “ nonono! you guys didn't make me feel like that at all, HONEST. ” face scrunching up momentarily, she hoped they didn't think she hated them. if anything it was the opposite. “ i'm having so much fun here. even if i look like a TOMATO after every practice. ” a hasty laugh, looking over at the girl next to her, at how PERFECT she still looked after everything. ( she needed to find out how that was possible. and fast. ) “ she really is! like, that whole routine is gonna look amazing, they won't know what's hit them. ” especially when it was all POLISHED and perfect. “ are we gonna learn any more of your routines next practice? ”

[cineplextm]

Her initial question makes him nod, but he waits for confirmation that she's willing to hear out what he's going to ask. As she teases him though he can't stop the roll of his eyes, letting out a small laugh and rubbing a hand against the side of his neck. "Well, we'll see if it warrants that," he pauses then wets his lips, thinking momentarily on how to word his question and how much he wants to reveal. He doesn't know if Bonnie needs to hear all of it, but he was sure she'd appreciate having an idea of why he was more or less kicking her out of the house. Their mother already working a late shift tonight.

"I, uh, wanted to ask if you had plans tonight that might get you out of the house...?" He winces a little at the pitch into a question, trying to keep a calm and not as nervous expression. He wasn't scared of Bonnie, but he also didn't want to upset her or make her feel like she was being forced to do something, "See, Mary is coming over a-and I was hoping to have a talk with her about something." Pause, that sounds weird, "I just mean-- I mean I want to tell her how I really feel about her."

[cheerledtm]

siblings fall into an easy routine: lighthearted teasing and subsequent laughter, the fokker house so often filled with the sound. sure, they had their issues, bonnie's new CHEERLEADER THING the subject of their most recent rift. though, as usual, it was mostly patched over. how successfully? she couldn't say. but at least he was talking to her. she holds the door open further, an unspoken invite for him to enter, IF HE WANTED TO. “ i'm always up for some kind of incentive. can't do nothing for free in this world. ” she's joking ( mostly. ) though she'd never say no to a gift, a couple of bucks maybe. settling herself on plush bedding, absentmindedly continuing to dry her nails, studying them intensely for any sign of a smudge. THEY HAD TO BE PERFECT. head snaps up to focus on him, his request a new one. norman rarely needed the house to himself. consider her interest piqued. lips spread into a large grin, sheer excitement brewing in the girl. despite their arguments and MOMENTS, she wanted nothing than to see him happy. and mary would surely do that for him. “ oh - my - GOD! you're gonna say you love her? that's so cute! ” unable to contain herself, mouth running a mile a minute. “ soooooooo . . . what're you gonna say? exactly. ”

[pompomstm]

who: stacy and bonnie ( @cheerledtm ) where: the gym, hatchetfield high

Practices don’t usually run late — Brenda runs a very tight ship, and Stacy is always there to support her in whatever she needs. However, the new routine they came up with seemed to be a little too complicated for some of the girls to pick up. So, an extra hour in the gym later, and Stacy was dead tired. Her legs feel like jelly as she sits on the end of the bleachers, slowly packing her bag back up.

When Bonnie sits next to her, just a few feet away, Stacy takes the chance to slide down. She offers a smile when she settles again, knees slowly bending to ease her aching muscles. “Sorry if things seemed like a lot today,” she offers, voice soft. “We don’t usually go this hard right after a break, but I think Brenda and I were just so excited about this new routine, and…” Her shoulders sag with a sigh. “I’m sorry.”

[cheerledtm]

girl sits, more like SLUMPS on the bleachers, not even trying to hide the heaving breaths leaving her chest. hands move upwards to dark locks, tightening ponytail ( trying to smooth over her ragged appearance. ) water bottle brought to lips, knee jumping up and down absentmindedly. calm down, bon. head turning towards companion, shuffling slightly to allow her room, lips curling upwards to a shy smile. “ 's okay. just not used to it yet. ” everything a reminder of how NEW she was, how amateur she felt. how much of an imposter she was. foot brought upwards, untying and retying shoelaces as she gets lost in thought, mind racing trying to remember everything that had just been drilled into them. and people say cheerleading's not a sport. “ i'll get better. promise . . . i really liked the routine, by the way. the bit with the kicks and everything was my favourite. ” even if she didn't QUITE have it down. yet.

[cineplextm]

closed: @cheerledtm where: fokker residence

Norman stands outside of Bonnie's room, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides as he tries not to make them clammier than they already. He's nervous, but not because he has to talk to his twin sister... he was fine talking to Bonnie. No, this was about the topic at hand: Mary. He wanted to tell the girl how he felt, tell Mary he loved her and he wanted to make sure they had the privacy of the moment to do so. He'd invited Mary over to hang out tonight and knew she'd be here within the hour, but he also had expected Bonnie to be home. He knew their mom was working a late shift, but he hadn't checked his sister's schedule. The nerves came from that, but also the necessary feeling of having to kick his sister out for the evening. He hoped and felt she'd be okay with it, but asking felt odd. Especially when he could hear the Sabrina blasting from her room and knowing she was probably in her element doing something. He hated interrupting.

Still-- he knocks with a light rap of his knuckles then waits for the day to pull open. It takes a moment but then his sister is standing in front of him, "Hey, Bon," he starts, small grin on his face, "I was, uh, wondering i-if you had a moment to talk? I just--" his voice cracks and he winces, pauses, then tries again, "I have a favor to ask of you."

[cheerledtm]

in the sanctuary of her room, pamper mode in full swing ( she looked a LITTLE BIT scary. ) lips moving along to the music blaring, as much as they could underneath her face mask, delicately swiping blue polish onto her nails. the perfect colour. she'd never taken this much PRIDE in her appearance, but somehow all the effort felt good. even if it took her ages. the lightest knock on the door, bonnie unsure if she'd actually heard anything, her family's schedule running through her mind. NORMAN MUST BE HOME. a smile settling onto her face, fingers splayed out as nails dry, peeling her face mask off with expert precision, flung into the bin as she opens the door. “ hey, you okay? ” she darts away, music lowered just a touch, still able to hear it. focus settling on her brother, HER TWIN, gently blowing on wet nails as she does so. head tilting to one side, A FAVOUR? interesting. “ oh yeah? and what kind of favour would that be? ” impish grin settling on features, though she'd probably comply with his request, she had to have her FUN with it first. “ y'know i am the oldest. so you'd better promise me something good in return, norm. ”

[cheerledtm]

NAME : bonnie fokker.

AGE : 18.

FACECLAIM : mikey madison.

OCCUPATION : cheerleader,  part time waitress.

POSITIVE TRAITS : ambitious,  kind,  determined.

NEGATIVE TRAITS : insecure,  anxious,  prideful.

THREE AESTHETICS : an almost perfect high ponytail,  barely noticeable pink nail polish,  lipgloss that hasn’t been reapplied in a while.

BIO : twin sister to norman fokker, bonnie realised early that family was everything. raised by a single mother with two young kids on her plate, bonnie would help around the house as much as she could. sometimes more than she should. endless lemonade stands and friendship bracelets sold at school, every crumpled note saved in a jar, set aside just in case. 

while her brother focused on his studies, bonnie often let hers slip away from her. desperate for approval, she’d force herself into groups over and over, often met with disdain and rejection. so she was relegated to the nerds. there she’d stay for a few years, more than she’d like to count, but not if she had anything to do with it.  summer days spent perfecting a cheer routine, summer nights spent waitressing at the local diner, the just in case jar becoming multiple jars. she’d finally make the cheer squad, finally belong to a group she could be proud of. but she still sat on the edge, one wrong step away from her status slipping.