open to : anyone. location : aventura mall ( in / outside )
" what's wrong with this stupid fuckin' machine ?! " her words are piercing and loud, a hint of southern twang escaping the otherwise sturdy valley - inspired vocal tone,. she was a regular watcher of the simple life, after all. yet absolutely nothing is giving rich and bottle - blonde the way mirae was kicking the vending machine in front of her, booted heel leaving an imprint in the metal. cheap ass shit. there's a can of coke beside her, which had only been the first strike with the machine. she was a sprite girl, not into red - labeled glorified garbage. she'll use it for later, try and mess up one of the prowlers' paint jobs. mirae is aware that she looks insane, but who cares ? certainly not her. whoever was hovering a few feet from her, close enough to where she should've turned around and told them their breath stinks ( it didn't ). instead, she's choosing kindness in the year of 2007. " um. if you want a drink, you'll have to wait your fucking turn, mkay ? " she says, side - eyeing whoever was beside her without properly looking their way. whatever, she had bigger issues.
