She's a Killer Queen

'Guaranteed to blow your mind' Imo Fisher. 21. {RP blog}

[imogen-fisher]

Imogen spun around in her floral dress and twirled a strand of blonde hair around her finger. "Why are you staring at me like that? I always look like this," she giggled, trying her best to impersonate Sofie's voice.

[ftheajung-blog]

“If I had to choose any period of time travel back in time too, it would have the be Ancient Greece. It just completely fascinates me and the mythology helps a lot… I mean, it’s so incredible.”

[imogen-fisher]

"Why are ya tellin' me this? Do I look like I care about history? Tha one thing I hate most about Stamford is randomers talkin’ ta ya as if they know ya."

[xdavid-workmanx]

Early mornings at the gym were sometimes rough. “Give me… a few more… minutes… and you can have… the bench…” David hissed out through gritted teeth, pushing his body hard.

[imogen-fisher]

"No no, don't rush. I'm enjoyin' the view," Imogen replied as she stood by the wall sipping a smoothie.

[ivyxfriends]

Ivy took a draw on her cigarette and watched the smoke fade into the air surrounding her. Spending time back home in Macclesfield felt amazing but now she was back here, she felt like the loneliest person in the world. Flicking her butt to the pavement she grabbed her battered rucksack and hoped she didn’t bump into anyone in the pub.

[imogen-fisher]

Imogen walked into the pub, glad that there weren't many people in there. She approached the bar and ordered her usual, and as she waited she looked around. She almost did a double take when she saw Ivy, and she had to squint to make sure it was her. Imogen grabbed her drink, thrust the correct change towards the bartender and hurried over to Ivy's table. "Ives!" she squealed, putting down her glass and pulling the blonde into a hug. "It's been ages! Where've ya been? Thought all me mates had deserted me for good."

[alysonxmikaelson]

“That was an accident and I’m sorry,” Morrigan laughed and shook her head, picking up the little plush block that her son had thrown at the person’s leg while waiting for the signal to change to cross the street. “I swear he’s going to wind up playing baseball when he gets older. Are you okay?”

[imogen-fisher]

Imogen sighed angrily and bent down to rub her leg where she'd been hit. It hadn't actually been that hard but, of course, she wanted to over-dramatise things. "If he ain't in jail for assault," she hissed as she stood back up and looked at the young boy with a glare. "I'm fine. Jus' tell him ta watch wha' he's doin' in future."

[alysonxmikaelson]

“Yes, Halloween is a month away but it’s never too early to start planning,” Evan pouted at the person who was giving them an odd look for having different costume patterns spread out across the table in the cafe they were sitting in. “I can move some stuff out of the way if you want that seat though, it’s not a problem, I can clean up a little.”

[imogen-fisher]

"Only a month? Jesus," Imogen said, suddenly remembering everything that happened at last year's Halloween party and how much things had changed since then. "Think Halloween's put a curse on this town," she replied morbidly. "Nah, it's fine. Not really in tha mood anymore."

[bbyxsplice]

“You do know stalking is against the law.”

[imogen-fisher]

"Then why do I see you almost everywhere I turn? Got a little obsession, have we?"

[bbyxsplice]

“Yes, but they’re not usually this gorgeous.”

[imogen-fisher]

"Are you flirtin' wi' me, Eric Nolan?"

[imogen-fisher]

Imogen & Sofie

[hopelesswxnderers]

Sofie had been surprised to find Imogen at her door, a gasp escaping her lips as she opened it. Imogen was really like nobody she’d ever seen or met before. Like somebody off the telly; somebody who wasn’t actually a normal person. Sofie in a way, idolised people like that. She felt so uncomfortable around Imogen, but still wanted to hang around her. It was such a confliction.

“Oh, I don’t think even a push-up bra will show my…yeah,” Sofie mumbled. Was she really going to have to start saying rude words for this? “I kinda think you want me to break my feet with them,” she gasped when she saw the stilettos. Sofie led Imogen to her bedroom where she’d placed everything carefully on her bed. She’d been trying to plan it when Imogen had interrupted by turning up. “I don’t really know how you’re going to shrink your boobs and urm, legs…but this really flowery dress. Because I always wear things like that in the summer. They’re so refreshing. Then dolly shoes. Pink lipstick and a kinda ginger-blonde wig because I change my hair colour between the two almost constantly even though I think I like blonde more,” she giggled. “I urm…how do I do your accent?” the young girl then questioned, hoping Imogen had some tips.

[imogen-fisher]

Imogen turned and looked at Sofie's cleavage. "Hmm... Nah, I think ya've got promise. I'd choose tha red dress if I were you... Gives ya more chance ta show off wha' ya've got," the brunette winked. She giggled at Sofie's reaction to the shoes. "Ya'll get tha hang of it, don't worry. If I can manage ta walk down stairs in 'em while drunk outta me mind, then I'm sure you can cope for a day."

Imogen walked into Sofie's bedroom and had a look around. This girl really was nothing like Imogen, and she'd have to make some serious changes to be able to act like her convincingly. Even the neat arrangement of the clothes was nothing like Imogen's behaviour. She fondled the fabric of the dress, trying to decide whether she liked it or not. It wasn't her usual style, and neither were the shoes, but maybe she'd get used to it. "Hmm, not too bad," she commented as she lifted the dress up and held it against her body. "Not as figure-huggin' as I'm used to bu' it'll do." She then picked up the wig and tied her hair up so that she could put it on. "I've never been anythin' other than brunette before. Does it look alright?" Imogen asked, turning around to look in the mirror. When Sofie asked about her accent, Imogen turned to look at her again. "Well, my accent's sorta Stamford meets Manchester. Tha's where me parents are from, so tha's why I sound like someone from Oasis. Maybe watch an episode o' Corrie or summat an' try an' copy how they speak an' ya'll pretty much nail it."

[dailyactress]

[imogen-fisher]

Text: Mila --> Imogen

Mila: Perhaps. So we should do something, no? Get up to some trouble.

Imo: I was beginnin' ta think ya'd gone soft after spendin' so much time with Alex

Imo: Go on then, I can't say no ta you ;)

[alysonxmikaelson]

“Look, sweetheart, if you aren’t gonna order anything? You need to get the hell away from the bar for people that are. Waiting for someone? There’s seats everywhere else, I don’t want to lose another tip because you have to keep your ass planted there looking at your phone for your hookup ok? Please. Now, do you want a drink or not?”

[imogen-fisher]

Imogen leaned across the bar and stared directly at Harley. "Babes, I'm an alcoholic. Tha's why I'm in this bar, alright? Jus' because I'm readin' me texts doesn't mean I ain't gonna order anythin'. I could drink this bar dry," she chuckled. "An' somehow I don't think ya gettin' many tips anyway. So why don't ya jus' stand there, smile, do ya job an' stop tryin' ta lose customers by talkin' ta them like they're dog shit, eh? I ain't tha one pourin' cocktails for a livin'."

[bbyxsplice]

Eric said goodbye to a local fan, pushing down his sunglasses once more with an arrogant smile as he walked around the town centre. “Are you allowed to do that?” He asked to the suspicious person

[imogen-fisher]

"Oh come on, like ya ain't used ta people starin' at ya."

[bbyxsplice]

“Fuck you! Say it to my face you little shit!” Elizabeth seethed, the other girl slowly disappearing along with her anger. “I wouldn’t steal your shitty handbag if you paid me.” She yelled after them, annoyed at the false accusation

[imogen-fisher]

"Looked a bit too classy for you anyway," Imogen said with a shrug as she sauntered over to Elizabeth, having watched the altercation from afar. "If it'd been summat from Primark, I'm sure ya'd have snatched her hand off."

[imogen-fisher]

Text: Lise --> Everyone

Lise: Urm...why did I just wake up in some forty year old's bed? I thought I was with you last night..?

Imo: Yeah, bu' we din't sleep tagether, did we? Some guy started flirtin' wi' ya an' tha next thing I knew ya'd gone off with him in a taxi. At least one of us got lucky, eh ;)

[imogen-fisher]

Imogen & Sofie

Imogen shoved some of her clothes into a bag and, after obtaining Sofie's address, set off to her house. Upon learning about the dare she hadn't been too keen about pretending to be someone she barely knew for a whole day, but after thinking it over for a while she realised it might actually be a good thing. She could just push aside all her responsibilities and problems for 24 hours... If only it was that easy.

Imogen knocked on Sofie's door and waited. She'd been surprised by the girl's behaviour towards her on the beach; she acted almost as if she had a crush on her. Perhaps she did. She couldn't help but find it a little creepy, albeit flattering. When Sofie opened the door, Imogen flashed her a smile and stepped inside, tossing the bag onto the floor and bending down to unzip it. "I've put a few dresses in 'ere so ya can choose which one ya like tha most. I've put in a push-up bra as well, because... Well, I've got bigger tits than tha'. I show off a lot o' leg, a lot o' cleavage an' I almost always wear these." She pulled out a pair of sky-high stilettos with a grin. "Oh, an' ya've gotta wear this, obviously," she added, tossing a brunette wig over to the girl. “Alright then, wha’ve ya got for me?”

[imogen-fisher]

Text: Mila --> Imogen

Mila: We live together. How have I not seen you in so long?

Imo: Maybe ya've been too busy bein' all loved-up wi' ya fiancee ;)