MOTOMAMI

L A C I E N E G A B O U L E V A R D E Z 19. SOPHOMORE. TOONIVERSITY.

[lacienegas]

buckleyjojojo​:

Buckley went down on one knees and pinched at the ground. He’d seen it a moment before, shimmering when the light hit it. He’d almost lost it when he was blinded by that same light, but he stood and held the needle up. “Bluff.” He called out, smirking. Still, he wasn’t actually going to break a needle just to call someone’s bluff.  

LaCienega sighed in relief when she saw the needle in his hand. “Thank you, thank you. I could literally kiss you right now.” She stopped short, eyeing her helper up and down, “I mean, if you were my type.” She corrected herself, carefully placing the needle somewhere it couldn’t fall off again. “And no, it wasn’t a bluff. My mom is a detective, I’m sure she could find some law or statute.” LaCienega knew it was a weak answer, but to be honest, no one had ever really called her bluff. Even if they knew it wasn’t true, they never said anything to her face. “Why is your eye sight so good?” She asked, diverting the attention back to him. 

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boonejojojo​:

Is like -AH I’M F BLIND- for a moment as the phone is pointed at him. “Uh, are you talking about a needle like the one in the haystack?” Was there any other kind? “Is it an expensive needle? Did it get passed down from your ancestors, or something? OMG, I’ll help you look for it!” He got on his knees. “Hold up. Let me text Buckley to bring us a magnet. This is just like the time Brick lost his favorite black delaney nose hoop ring at the beach. We’ll find it. I’m Boone, by the way.” 

Lacienega stood up at the sound of Boone’s voice, her hands on her hips. “Why would I be looking for a needle in a haystack? Do you see a haystack here?” She gestured wildly around the library. “I’m sorry, but unless your brother can get here in like, three seconds I don’t think that’ll do much good.” She bent over again, shining her flashlight back on the floor. “I do not have time for this.” She mumbled under her breath. Remembering she was trying to be nicer to people here to make up for her reputation back home, she stood back up and faced him. “Thanks anyways though. Boone? Are you like, a hillbilly or something?” She asked, looking him up and down. “Lacienega. Nice to meet you.” It’s a good thing she clarified it was nice to meet him, because you would not have been able to guess from her attitude. 

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itscourtneygripling​:

Covering her eyes from the bright light flashing in her face, Courtney ignored the legal threat and let out a “ladylike” patronizing snicker at the other girl’s obvious distress. “Is this your first time having to sew something? Poor thing!” Scooting out of the beam of the flashlight, Courtney reached into her pocket and pulled out her keys in order to detach one of her magnetic hugging kitten keychains. One of the minuscule benefits of actually having to care about what happened to her things was that she was becoming a something ace at locating tiny objects like sewing needles at the drop of a hat.

“Here, run this over the carpet where it may have fallen. It’s a magnet and should pick it up before the bottom of anyone’s shoes does first.” She said flippantly, tossing the keychain over to the other girl.

Lacienega huffed at the other girl’s question. “Obviously it’s not my first time sewing,” She continued to search, “They just put too much caffeine in my latte this morning.” She watched as Courtney pulled out a magnet, genuinely impressed at her ingenuity. Lacienega caught the key chain and started running it over the carpet slowly. After a few seconds of searching, something finally caught on the magnet. She stood up triumphantly, the needle in her hand. “Hey, thanks,” She tossed the keychain back to Courtney. “I appreciate it.” She said quietly, not wanting anyone else to overhear her gratitude. “I’ve got this assignment due for my design class, and this is the only time I have to work on it.” 

[lacienegas]

trixietcng​:

Trixie had meant to take a seat next to the girl, but was met with her rather rude rant about a lost needle. “If you can’t afford to lose a needle, then maybe wait til you’re back in your dorm to go all Vera Wang?” Trixie sat in the seat next to her and pulled her feet up in her chair as if a mouse was scurrying across the library floor instead of a needle – she was wearing open-toed shoes and would prefer to not lose a toe from picking the wrong part of the day to study. She examined the girl’s attitude and general vibe. “Well, you seem more like a Vivienne Westwood, but that’s not entirely a bad thing.” 

“I can afford to lose a needle,” Lacienega piped back, gesturing to her sewing kit, “I’m more worried about one of these bozos stepping on it and hurting themselves.” She continued to search, crouching down on her hands and knees. “If by Vivienne Westwood you mean Miuccia Prada then you’d be correct.” She saw a flash of silver on the carpet and swept up her loose needle triumphantly, “There. Now I won’t have verbally beat down the poor loser who’d try to sue. Cute shoes,” She noted as she stood back up. As she sat back down, she scooted her sewing stuff a little to make room for her new desk mate. “Lacienega Boulevardez,” She extended a hand “I would’ve judged you for only saying Vera Wang, but a Westwood reference mean you might actually know what you’re talking about.” 

[lacienegas]

“Nobody move,” Lacienega commanded, “I dropped a needle and if one of you steps on it and tries to sue me, I’m counter-suing your ass for something. I don’t know what, but I will.” She finished, turning the flashlight on on her phone to try and find it in the carpet of the library. Should she have been hand stitching there? No. Should she have left her needle carelessly on the edge of the table unthreaded? No. But where else was she going to do it? Her downstairs roommate was always playing something stupid on their speaker, and she needed peace and quiet. Genius doesn’t spring out of listening to some whiny hopeless romantic croon on about how no one will love them. As she searched she heard someone approach her from behind. She whipped around, accidentally blinding them with her flashlight, “If you step on my needle and break it before I find it, I hope you have a good lawyer.” 

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MAYA LEBOWITZ- JENKINS & LACIENEGA BOULEVARDEZ 1x05 ▹ “Snackland”

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[lacienegas]

would you ever fuck a pirate?

No!

[lacienegas]

what's the best type of blood?

I always get the best blood from heroin injected veins. Or, you know, stagnant blood from dead people. 

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melmeltriton‌:

Oh, you’re too kind. And you know, as always, some fun things to keep the town active and engaged, so we’re not all computer zombies. I’d suggest another Sibling Showdown (maybe Sib-Spring Showdown) but that was such a bust last time. 

I would definitely find it hard to treat computer zombies! You probably couldn’t just give them an antibiotic for that. Now that I actually have a sibling in town that’d be so fun! Especially since Moss is definitely more the athlete than I am.