Donât Look Back in Anger //Â Oasis
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Donât Look Back in Anger //Â Oasis
Paige Reifler
paper-sunshine-heartâ:
Harper was left feeling confused by the interaction with the random person and then looked to the other who spoke âI am just definitely not interested in whatever they had to offer. Not at all my typeâ she admitted. âBut you do make a good pointâ
a brow quirks, INTEREST successfully peaked. penelope shifts her footing, re-crossing her arms the opposite way, â.. and what is your type, then?â not at all trying to be MALICIOUS, just pure curiosity. she hadnât thought about her type that often â  âhonestly i suppose i just like anyone who likes me for me,â and maybe a sense of humor wouldnât hurt, goes unsaid.
âare these things EVER going to get any easier?â it was PENELOPEâS first real carpet press event. sheâs sat at a round table next to the other, itâs for some makeup brand she recalls, inviting in a few models and singers alike for friendly faces on the carpet, give out some samples to possible consumers. she knew the game, she wasnât a very important piece, but GOD â the glitz of it all really made her feel like one, if only for a while. âi swear when people come up and say hi, itâs like they think iâm supposed to know who they are already. what ever happened to, i donât know.. introducing yourself?â
aribaldwinâ:
â these lines will end up killing me. â she spoke to the camera, her eyes rolling promptly towards the back of her head as she stood near the counter at the nearest coffee shop. she had taken a five-minute break from songwriting to get coffee, or so she had said to her manager, but it was reaching the thirty-minute mark. she disconnected from her instagram followers and turned to speak to the person behind her â can we just shop-lift the place for grained coffee beans? some hot water and itâs done, donât you agree? â
brows lift at sudden inquiry â a strange oozing complaint and best of all, personality. every green light inside penelope LIT UP like christmas, and it wasnât long for a smile to bloom as she steadily mustered a response, â..and go to jail for coffee burglary? now THAT sounds like the best way to rise to stardom if you ask me.âÂ
paper-sunshine-heartâ:
âOh, Um, thank you?â Harper said as the woman gave her her number, Harper looking down at the paper as the other walked away. The blonde looked around before screwing up the paper and awkwardly clearing her throat, she never understood it when people flirted with her. She had tastes that others couldnât really sate, not unless they were classy and older. Harper couldnât date those her own age, sheâd tried and it had never worked. âIâm too awkward for that to happen. I always just freeze upâ
a satisfactory GRIN plays at penelopeâs lips, having just witnessed one of lifeâs many wonders; FLIRTING. itâs an awkward and delicate thing, like fine china or a first audition â auditions for love, affection, maybe even long run POSSIBILITY. nevertheless, she can understand the pressures of it, never being a fan of being on the other end of it, unrequited or not, much herself, â.. but the chase that comes after is to die for.â arms are crossed, concealing herself from the chill the air around provided, standing still. â.. but i totally get you. some people are just.. not very good at flirting. and some people are just not very good at receiving, itâs like love baseball â i think thatâs where we fall on the spectrum.â
ofvarnersâ:
      â  HOW LONG has that no smoking sign been there?   iâm like  forty-seven  percent sure that wasnât there a second ago. â   whoops. eliot brought the cigarette to his lips, ignoring the message on the wall as per usual. what were they going to do, throw him out? probably. blowing the smoke away, he sighed.  â or maybe it was & i just chose to ignore it.â determining the more likely explanation didnât take a genius. he like to think of the signs as a mere suggestion,  which he kindly declined â smoking is good for you yâknow,  burns our insides. that way we can be prepared for the afterlife,  when the entirety of the human race plunges in the fiery depths of hell â want one? â
penelope watches with intent, lips pressed as smoke swirls in the air, thins out into nothing but a scent that will surely coat her clothing (and leave her friends wondering if she had started up smoking again). his blunt disregard is nearly intimidating, but she canât let it show â no, sheâd try and match his cool. âi can respect a little REBELLION and ignore how wrong you are about the rest,â she settles, a friendly and opinionated cocktail presented to a near stranger, then sheâs opening her hand out expectantly; itâs a silent why not if anything.
deliaofcâ:
âI seem to have acquired a following of little baby rockers. Like actual teenage babies. Theyâre all so small.â She chuckled, scrolling through her tag on instagram. âI donât get it, where did they all come from? I saw someone is dressing up as me from my earlier days for Halloween, which is crazy, because they wouldnât even have been born then. Another got a tattoo of my lyrics. Iâm flattered that Iâm appealing to that audience, but kids are wild.â
eyes FOLLOW their digits, watching scrolling motions and a smile spreads across her lips, âi think itâs quite cool,â she begins, âthat, you know, younger generations take note of artists outside of people their own age. i think it builds character,â gaze falters then, looks down at her lap but she means it sincerely if not quietly (if only her mannerisms could keep up with the confidence in her brain.)Â
a small sip of her drink, swallows, âoh my god, imagine having an ICONIC enough look to be a recognizable halloween costume? i mean, for me personally, anyone in a leather jacket and pink lip liner could be me. not very exciting,â
hello !! hereâs a small intro post about me and my lil angel PENELOPE, which you can click her name & take a look at her dossier which has eeeeverything you need to know about her. but just for the sake of convenience, here are some basics. âĄ