Gretchen Berg

Uh, hi. I'm Gretchen. I'm twenty-four years old, and I'm into girls. There's nothing particularly special about me. My life isn't really interesting. I just graduated from Arlington University, though, so I've got that going for me, You're not hiring by any chance, are you? Student loans are a bitch.

[wretchingretchen]

☎ (idk i just want a Gretchen interaction ^^)

☎ my muse drunk dials your muse

      Gretchen wasn’t really in the right frame of now, but that didn’t stop her from pulling out her phone and scrolling through her contacts.  She’d just gotten back from a party where she’d had more than a few drinks.  Yeah, she was drunk.              One name in particular stood out to her, as it always did.  Claire.        Without a second thought, her finger tapped the name, and she then tapped the dial button.  Maybe Claire changed her number by now… it had been a while after all.  But it was ringing.              Whether it was still Claire’s number or not, she’d soon find out.

[notyourvictxm-deactivated201612]

         Claire listened hard. There was silence for a moment, and then some shuttering, or the what was likely a noise that has just barely registered over their intricate phone lines. When Gretchen’s voice finally filtered through Claire felt overwhelmed by everything she’d been missing.

        The two of them, hiding from the world in a college dorm. Holding hands with someone never felt so right. Sunlight filtering in through the bamboo blinds of the center window, falling in a cascade over her dark hair. 

        Bliss couldn’t last. Not when the world was changing, not when Claire was the one pushing them forward. One televised jump later, life had no room for hiding.

        Something was different in Gretchen’s voice, in the familiarity there was something comfortless. Claire closed her eyes, took it in, before continuing, “Yes, hi Gretchen, I know it’s you. Caller-ID, and what not.”

[wretchingretchen]

      "Right! Of course, you know it's me. I haven't changed my number since we-- since I last saw you." The good news was, Gretchen was feeling a little more sober.  The bad news, of course, was that the sudden rush of feelings: regret, sadness, bitterness; was the reason for that.  Why did she ever think this was a good idea?         "I just thought I'd see how you're doing, since it's been a while since we talked.  We were gonna stay friends, right?  You kinda fell off the radar, there."         That wasn't quite fair, but it wasn't as though she could take the words back.  It was entirely possible that Claire had stayed silent because she had more important, more dangerous things going on.  "I'm sorry.  If I'm bugging you, we can just forget this ever happened..."  

[textsfromprimatech]

[nearlyvintage]

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[wretchingretchen]

[And Gretchen is just like, "Right on!"]

[textsfromprimatech]

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[tokakiri-deactivated20140731]

Sentence Starters { Protective Version }

"Watch out!"

"You could have been killed!"

"Run! Hurry up, go!"

"Save yourself, I’ll hold them back."

"Leave me here! Go! Hurry! I can handle it."

"I promise I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you."

"They better not have laid a damn finger on you or I’ll [insert threat]."

"I swear, if they so much as breathe next to you, I’ll knock them out.”

"I’m not leaving you here!"

"And let you get yourself killed?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

"I don’t trust him/her. They seem off."

"I’m saying this for your own good!"

"Don’t worry. I’ll protect you."

"I don’t want to lose you! You’re all I have left!"

[wretchingretchen]

☎ (idk i just want a Gretchen interaction ^^)

☎ my muse drunk dials your muse

      Gretchen wasn’t really in the right frame of now, but that didn’t stop her from pulling out her phone and scrolling through her contacts.  She’d just gotten back from a party where she’d had more than a few drinks.  Yeah, she was drunk.              One name in particular stood out to her, as it always did.  Claire.        Without a second thought, her finger tapped the name, and she then tapped the dial button.  Maybe Claire changed her number by now… it had been a while after all.  But it was ringing.              Whether it was still Claire’s number or not, she’d soon find out.

[notyourvictxm-deactivated201612]

                Claire had been in the middle of rounds when a buzzing in her pocket book caught her attention. She smiled politely at the SIP (some-what important person) she’d currently been chatting with before striding out of the banquet hall.

                In the outer room were quiet without the stuffy chatter of the rich, and soft jazz music that played in the background of every cliche dinner party. Claire’s heels clicked alertly against the expensive tile. She pulled the phone from the little clutch tucked under her arm. Stared at the caller-idea with dismay.  

               Not now, did it have to be now? She sighed to herself, the phone would take to voice mail soon. If she was gonna pick up it would have to be soon. Claire wasn’t sure she could handle this right now.

    Okay, big girl pants, Claire.

            She slid open the lock, brought it to her ear, “Hello?”

[wretchingretchen]

      She felt like her heart was in her throat, pounding so hard that she almost didn't hear Claire answering over the rush of blood in her ears. A breath escaped, and she fumbled over her words for a moment. Precious seconds ticked by, and Gretchen mentally flailed, trying to find something to say.         It'd been so long since they'd talked, and now here she was, drunk dialing her and breathing into the phone like some kind of creep.         "Claire?  Hi, it's me.  Uh, Gretchen."  Her words slurred slightly, but at least she finally managed to say something.

[wretchingretchen]

miss-petrelli ghxstofnewyork ando-kun

     "Woah, hey. Do you know where there's a Starbucks around?"

[hungerbells]

                    ❝Forgot to send you a hallmark—                          I will put it in my to-do list for next year.❞

[ No. No. No. He needed her. ]

            ❝Alright.❞

[ He placed the bag of Doritos aside. Suddenly serious.]

        ❝This is my last day on earth and I just wanted to see a friendly face.

                                      That’s all.❞

[wretchingretchen]

      Sylar getting serious seemed like a big deal, considering how... relaxed he'd been a moment ago.  And then he dropped a bomb on her.              His last day on earth?  That didn't make sense.         "I thought you were like Claire.  That you, uh, took her ability or whatever."

      But there was more to this puzzle that wasn't fitting together. "And why me?  I'm nobody special-- why would you seek me out?"

[theevilqueenmayor]

Starter Sentences - The Black Keys edition

Send me an ask with one of these sentences and I’ll write a starter for our muses based on it.

I’m a lonely boy.

I’ve got a love that keeps me waiting.

I’ll go anywhere you go.

Everybody knows that a broken heart is blind.

She was milk and honey.

I’m gonna make up my reasons.

I used to say I need you, now I’ve got to leave you.

What I see is killing me.

You won’t make it on your own.

You’re wound up like a weapon.

Don’t let it be over.

You have a thing nobody could ever be sure of.

Don’t give yourself away.

You shook me like I’ve never been, now show me how to live again.

[wretchingretchen]

Gonna go grocery shopping now (finally!) and I'll probably do more things when I get back.  

[wretchingretchen]

☎ (idk i just want a Gretchen interaction ^^)

☎ my muse drunk dials your muse

      Gretchen wasn't really in the right frame of now, but that didn't stop her from pulling out her phone and scrolling through her contacts.  She'd just gotten back from a party where she'd had more than a few drinks.  Yeah, she was drunk.              One name in particular stood out to her, as it always did.  Claire.        Without a second thought, her finger tapped the name, and she then tapped the dial button.  Maybe Claire changed her number by now... it had been a while after all.  But it was ringing.              Whether it was still Claire's number or not, she'd soon find out.

[ellexbishop]

Elle gave the girl a quick once over before grinning. “Elle Bishop.”

[wretchingretchen]

     "Elle, that's a really pretty name. Are you from around here? I'm just emptying out my dorm and I haven't seen you on campus before."  The girl was pretty; Gretchen was curious.  Something about her reminded her of Claire, though.  Maybe it was just the blonde hair.