#c:chapman

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i can't get no satisfaction

[ STARTER for @dobbieisfree ]

En ese punto de la NOCHE, nadie podía objetar que estaba EBRIA. Tampoco es que hubiese ingerido un barril de cerveza, pero con el CANSANCIO de toda una semana estudiando sin parar, el alcohol había hecho mayores ESTRAGOS de los acostumbrados en su sistema.

TAMBALEÁNDOSE un poco, se dirigió al sofá más próximo y fingió una expresión R E P O S A D A. Quizá si se quedaba ahí sentada y sin hacer ningún movimiento -ello incluía, por supuesto, NO VOMITAR su alma sobre la alfombra-, el efecto del vodka y de la cerveza PASARÍAN y podrían irse de vuelta a su dormitorio, donde podría lamentarse en total privacidad haber acudido a otra estúpida FIESTA DE FRATERNIDAD.

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smallville golden-boy

[a STARTER for @brxdleyjxmes​ ]

Ella nunca negaría que tenía cierto ENCANTO PERDER contra su atlético amigo. Después de todo, ambos venían de entornos distintos y por lo que habían charlado, él estaba más habituado al DEPORTE. Además, ¿cómo podría ella vencer a ese HOMBRETÓN de sonrisa limpia y amable?

Secándose el sudor de la frente, ella se volvió a encasquetar la gorra y miró hacia el otro lado del campo de BÉISBOL. Del otro lado se hallaba uno de sus MEJORES AMIGOS en el campus, con quien ahora mataba el tiempo entre clases con unos lanzamientos.

"¡C L A R K! ¡¿Ya es hora de tu clase?!" Preguntó mirando el reloj en su muñeca, ROGANDO internamente porque él se quedara un poco más.

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[ From here with @piiiety ]

"She's the kind of ASSHOLE that makes you think that being like that, is really, really BAD... but also too HOT to ignore it." It was a risky STATEMENT, but exactly what she think of her girlfriend.

"She's VIBRANT." And she was too NAIVE. Despite her refined education, she was totally OBLIVION to the other's defects and the intrinsical DANGER that comes with her company.

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"I'm not saying it's THE TRUTH." Capital letters are formed with her INTONATION, while iridescent blue eyes trace the other's features. It took her just a few seconds and a deep breath, to TAKE HER BACK to their argument.

"All I'm saying is that STRESS CAN KILL YOU. It's a fact that our generation experiments the same levels of stress than a 1950's patient of a Psychiatric Ward. Why don't just TAKE IT EASY as I'm DOING IT?"

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"No, no: that's not what I meant." Piper made small fusses with both hands, as a tiny carrot hung down from her front teeth. Her mind ran from one possible ANSWER to another, while she finished the vegetal.

"You don't have to be rich, to be smarter than the average. Actually, some studies found something interesting: less-intelligent but wealthier kids are over 30% more likely to become high-income earners in a relatively near future, than gifted, brilliant but also POOR children over the country. Money doesn't guarantee your intelligence, but maybe a proper education that leads to people to a future of less economic hardships in their future lifes."

She didn't expect this kind of high-speed rant, but everytime somebody rebuked her about her college past and well-positioned family, Piper get a MOMENTUM to defend herself from any unfounded accusation.

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* prxdigaldaughter *

Soft Jazz music, an almost ready stage for the show and a glass of cold white wine on her hand, were the things that she needed the most that night-out.

Been a freshman at Smith, taking very complex Literature classes and spending most of her time embedded on the Library, was too much for Piper Chapman's first weeks of college life.

Sure, she love this freedom, the sensation of flying on her own, and enough far away from her mother's side. But the price was long sleepless nights and stress threatens her peace of mind.