“Sorry, but er…– I think that’s my ball. But, err, you can keep it if you want…”
“I’ll give it you back for a kiss.”
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“Sorry, but er…– I think that’s my ball. But, err, you can keep it if you want…”
“I’ll give it you back for a kiss.”
Elsa’s co-ordination skills were not the best, and during one of her games of volleyball she accidentally blasted the ball into the wrong direction, hitting someone directly in the face. “Oh shit, sorry!” she instantly gasped, running over to the person. “Are ya alright? I’m crap at this.”
Elizabeth stumbled, reaching her now stinging cheek. “Then why are you playing? Trying to injure people?”
Don’t treat me like a siren, now. I’m trying to help you enjoy yourself. Now get your shoulders under and follow me. I promise not to drag you in. Well…That’s if you behave.
“What’s my incentive to go further in this filthy water?”
I don’t understand why anyone would want to take a horse tranquilliser. Can’t you be satisfied with something normal? Such as — I don’t know — beer, which has the perk of not being made for huge bloody animals.
“Why don’t you ask them?”
”Sh. Can you hear that?”
“Are you suffering a stroke or something? I don’t hear a thing.”
“I’m not leaving the van, you can try and drag me out but it will not work. I feel disgusting. I hate sand. It gets everywhere. Literally…”
“How about I come join you in there?”
Imogen pushed the door open, her bag of washing tucked under her arm. The washing machine at her flat was on the blink and, as much as she hated to have to sit for ages reading old magazines in the laundrette, needs must. She smirked when she saw Elizabeth shout at the machine, and she sauntered over to the brunette. “Havin’ a bit o’ trouble, are we?” she asked with raised eyebrows as she peered at the buttons. “Ya know, it helps ta have it on tha right settin’,” she added, turning the dial down a couple of notches. “Ya welcome.”
Elizabeth rolled her eyes, turning around to face her. “Stalking me, are we?” She said with a small smirk, looking over her shoulder at the now spinning machine. “If they dry this time then I will be.”
Nadia was at the counter picking up her dry cleaning when she heard someone yelling. Being the curious mind that Nadia was she decided to walk over to the machine when she noticed it was Elizabeth. “You’re always pissed off every time I see you. Elizabeth, Right?” She said standing beside the girl.
“To make this machine work you have to twist this,” She said twisting the metal handle on the side, pushing the start button, then twisting the handle back to the original position. “It’s a tricky machine. Why don’t you let me buy you coffee while we wait for your clothes to dry.” She said.
“I guess you just catch me in my best moments, when the world enjoys messing with me.” She teased with a shrug. “That’s right, good memory.” She said, watching her. “I see, they couldn’t make it simple for us paying customers.” She shook her head in annoyance. She raised a curious eyebrow at the girl’s question, her eyes giving her a once over before she smirked. “Sure, why not.”
“You should try sitting on it.” Bennie suggested impishly. She shoved her clothes into a bag, once again cursing the broken washing machine even she couldn’t fix and the inevitable excessive dirt that came with farming. She sighed and turned towards the machine. “Let me try.” She offered, patiently turning a few dials before it sprung to life. “Should do it.”
“With such an audience, bit of a mood killer.” Elizabeth teased, nodding towards the elderly customer reading a newspaper. She took a step back, allowing the girl to have a look, her eyes narrowing as it turned back on. “It turned on before, but minus the drying, maybe one more time can’t hurt?” She asked, watching her clothes spin.
Roxy breezed into the laundrette with a bag full of clothes from her honeymoon. She already had a load in the washing machine at home, but there was so much that she thought she’d save time by using the laundrette as well. When she heard Elizabeth shout, she jumped slightly before gingerly walking over to see what was wrong. “Wha’s happened?” she asked, peering at the machine. “Should I jus’ not bother? I’m not great wi’ this kinda technology.”
Elizabeth laughed, standing back from the machine with open arms. “It can’t hurt for you to look.”
“Seems like the cheap price reflects in the cheap quality.” Maeve shrugged as she noticed the girl’s distain.
“That better be a comment on the machine.”
“How can such ugly words become so appealing when expelled from such a pretty mouth?” Perched on a bench across the room from where the foul mouthed woman threw about her rage, Gabriella portrayed the opposite. A vision of serenity and sophistication, smooth legs crossed elegantly, straight back, red talloned fingers knitted neatly on her lap. “Usually it’s the other way around. I look ridiculous when I swear. Maybe that’s because I’m just not as devilishly beautiful as you.” She raised lithely from her seat and sauntered over to the woman’s rebellious machine, ran a sharp fingernail over the dials and buttons as she observed. “Looks like you selected iron dry. You need to have it on extra dry, you see. You’re going to have to wait for it all over again, I’m afraid.”
Elizabeth turned around, a playful smirk on her lips as she recognised the girl’s voice. “Maybe it’s my lips you find appealing, rather than the words?” She asked, leaning back against the machine with her arms crossed over her chest. “You know, you’re a terrible liar, I can see how incredibly stunning you are and can only imagine how you look saying all sorts of filthy things. ” She spoke, moving slightly from her position against the machine, standing close as she watched the other girl’s every move. “I wonder what I could do with my wait?” She teased.
3 people in town you'd sleep with?
Just 3? Gabby, Nadia and that For the fun of it, Imogen
Beth finally raised he head from her book when she heard the buzzer go, putting in on her chair as she approached the drier, thankful that she wouldn’t have to be here much longer. Opening the door, she plunged her hands into the clothes ready to take them out when a look of disgust washed over her face. “Motherfu-.” She hissed, slamming down the lid on her still wet clothes. “Stupid fucking machine.” She yelled, kicking the metal bastard.
“Two years ago today…” Vita’s words were stolen by the feral movements of the wind. She thanked it silently, inflating the arch of her neck so that she could burrow her stare into the thickness - the oblivion - of the above. A feeling of scarcity cut into her mind. Yet, as her chest heaved, and echoed the raging elements that surrounded, it subconsciously made her feel like an apprentice to nature. Like she was a mere fragment of the earth, but still a part of it. Just as Noah was. Noah, who had such an obsession for the society lacking man’s influence. Noah, who loved to journey through the consolations and believed that flowers were the laughter of the earth. Perhaps he was best to escape, to refuse, mankind. Vita stood amongst the tapestry of flowers and green to speak to Noah, and she spoke as hushed as his existence in Lincolnshire. It was intended to be intimate. Silent. Only between herself and the vacant land. But there was an intruder. Her eyes did not wander from the ash colored sky. “I realise that I might look crazy right now, but I am in fact talking to myself, not you.”
“Thanks for the update, but I wasn’t hanging on your every word.”
“Okay, look, it’s fine that you mistook me for a boy, people do it all the damn time, but the last time I checked, I happen to have tits so, yeah. Girl. ” They rolled their eyes at the woman who tried telling them that she needed to wear less baggy clothes and grow her hair out before smiling sweetly at the older woman. “Thanks for the advice lady, but can you sort of fuck off right now? I was just wondering if you knew a good place to get a cup of coffee, not for advice.” When the woman merely huffed and walked away, Breanne threw her arms up. “I can’t win.” Then looking over to the side, she clicked her tongue a couple of times. “Please tell me you know a place to get a really good cup of coffee.”
“Personally, I think you could have taken her.” Elizabeth said in amusement. “What do I get out of it?”