#red haired lady

[dyesorip]

backrooms flipping fan art. yes I know the shading is off. I wanted you to notice her special bow tabis of course

[freedom-in-animation]

I know the Sparrow Academy is the new thing but nobody forget about the mysterious red haired lady that was in s1. 

Bank, Bus, Bowling Alley. 

Coincidence?

I think not!

[kindaline]

a lil’ headshot of this lady

[captainexplody]

Sick

** Based on a true story**

Juniper Failsafe walks trepidatiously through the ladies bathroom, incredibly unnerved about the noises she can hear from deep within. One of the stalls is closed firmly, and some seriously strange noises are emerging from that stall. Inhumane noises. Noises that humans only make whenever they are trying to pull their insides out through the mouth via heavy vomiting. Juniper Failsafe is not very happy about this situation at all. Nobody wants to go into a bathroom that is full of vomit, but you gotta do what you gotta do, right? 

Juniper Failsafe walks out of her own stall and towards the sinks, looking back at the almighty mess that someone is making in the other stall. She looks down onto the floor and realises that the person she is sharing the bathroom with has been so violently sick that is spilling all over the floor. Juniper lifts her foot sadly to see that the bottom of it is incredibly sticky with vomit. This is not cool, Juniper says to herself. There is vomit everywhere. She checks her watch: it’s only half 11 for God’s sake. Kids these days just don’t know how to handle their alcohol.

Suddenly there is silence; the dry heaving has stopped, the sound of a persons head banging against the plywood walls of a bathroom stall cease. The sea of vomit on the floor stops overflowing. Juniper Failsafe looks towards the locked stall, watching, waiting. The sound of a bolt lock sliding open is heard, and the door to the stall verrrrrrrry slooooooowly slides open. From out of the stall stumbles a particularly sick looking woman, with little streaks of vomit all over her vaguely dreadlocked red hair. The red haired lady looks up at Juniper Failsafe with that ‘You didn’t see nothing’ look, coupled with the ‘I’m not 100% sure where I am right now’ look.

Juniper Failsafe: Hey, are you ok...?

The red haired lady brushes an arm across her mouth, wiping some stray sick away. She looks up at Juniper, trying to regain and retain her composure but instead looks like a dog who has eaten chocolate and deeply regrets such a move. 

Red Haired Lady: Are YOU ok?!

The red haired lady glares at Juniper Failsafe, angered that somebody else might have witnessed her moment of weakness.

Juniper Failsafe: Yeah, I’m fine. I’m clearly fine. I was just asking if you were ok, because y’know... the big trail of sick right there...

Red Haired Lady: I’m great, obviously! I’m fine! Fucking peachy, aren’t I?

Juniper Failsafe looks at this red haired lady, with vomit all over her top, and then she looks back at the stall she just emerged from, which is also buried in an inhumane amount of vomit.

Juniper Failsafe: Ok. I’m just asking, I mean it seems like you’re a little sick...

Red Haired Lady: I’m fine, aren’t I? Why don’t you just fuck off?!

The red haired lady pushes past Juniper Failsafe, stumbling out of the bathroom and into the main area of this little club that both women happen to find themselves in. Still somewhat dripping in sick and smelling like a bottle of vodka died inside a dog, the red haired lady tries desperately to scramble up onto a little stage at the front of the room, where a few other instrumentalists are waiting. The red haired lady desperately tries to pull herself onto the stage, vomit dripping from her every pore. 

Juniper Failsafe: I’m just trying to help.

Red Haired Lady: Do I LOOK like I need your help?!

The red haired lady continues to struggle to try and get onto the stage.

Juniper Failsafe: Yeah. Yeah, it looks like you really could use my help.

Red Haired Lady: Oh yeah? Well fuck YOU and everything, ok?! I’m busy here...

The red haired lady is finally pulled on stage by some of the other instrumentalists. She dusts herself down slightly, then grabs a nearby guitar and slings it over her shoulders. The red haired lady hobbles towards the front of the stage as her band is about to start playing. She looks out into the audience and, in dismay, she only sees Juniper Failsafe standing there, watching carefully. Everybody else has gone outside for a smoke or gone to the bathroom to follow in her vomit-y footsteps. The red haired girl looks out into this empty room, vomit still dripping off from her hair, as Juniper Failsafe crosses her arms in a confident manner, staring back at the wreck of a woman standing in front of her.

Juniper Failsafe: Hey... are you OK..?

The red haired lady does not say anything, she only scowls, and then she murders her way through half an hour of punk rock music. Because punk rock music is basically the equivalent of throwing up all over yourself and pretending that everything is fine.