#imogenn

[purbolart]

wip of something thats definitely gonna take me a while to finish

[xjakemartinx]

Text: Imo

Jake: Do you think there will be a boyfriending 101 class at University?

[fcacoyne]

Fiona was a mix of emotions as she exited the town car. Sorrow, bewilderment, and mostly anger. Her driver retrieved her bags out of the trunk ( she definitely over packed ), bringing them inside the building to where others were arriving with their things. She couldn’t believe her parents had sent her here. She leaned against a wall, trying not to let the tears fall from her eyes as more teens filed in.

A few counselours made their way around the room, giving out room assignments. The curly-haired girl sank to the floor, crossing her arms over her chest her face in a pout. She felt so betrayed by her family, especially her mother; she thought she understood, that she’d accept her for who she was.

[fcacoyne]

@imogenn:

It was just another day, another trip to the local grocery store= or so she had thought. As the peculiar brunette left the store with canvas bags in hand full of snacks and a few things for dinner, she was headed back towards Fiona’s- even skipping a bit. She rounded a corner, only to hear a soft meowing which caused her to stop dead in her tracks and do a pivot. There, in the mouth of a rather trash filled alley, stood a small kitten. “Oh my Gosh!” She whispered, bending down to scoop the young feline up. It didn’t attempt to run, making the capture easy however, the walk back seemed to take forever as the excitement to show the other her discover baked within her frame. Making her way back to the loft, she let herself in and saw the older female on the couch, “Oh Fiona!” Imogen sang out, placing the bags down and holding the kitten close to her chest, almost hiding it from view, a finger still absentmindedly stroking the baby’s ear. 

Fiona had been waiting for Imogen to arrive with the food supplies for their movie night. The curly haired socialite was seated on the couch, flipping through the options on Netflix to see what titles were recently added. Looking up when she heard the door unlocking, watching as the younger female walked in through the entryway. “Hey, so, I was thinking we could do a scary movie night. Nothing too gory, of course. Maybe Scream?” She suggested, turning her attention back the screen for a moment as she clicked over to the title in question, not yet selecting it. Then, she realized something was...off. Looking back toward Imogen, she noticed the girl holding something to her chest. “What...” she began as she rose from her seat, approaching the bespectacled girl slowly. “Is that a cat?” She questioned once she got close enough to make out a fuzzy ear. “Where did you get a cat from?” She continued, concern etching her voice; she didn’t have anything against cats but, she didn’t really want a random feline roaming her loft -- it could ruin the carpets. And, if it’s anything like the pig she once owned, wreck the whole place.