It's my party and I'll cry if I want to! [Open - Backdated to Oct 13]

[hot_air]

Who: Charlise/Kitty and whatever poor soul ventures near her room.
What: All the angst, rebellious, no fucks given cause it's her birth/death day.
Where: Charlise's room.
When: Oct 13 Afternoon and through the night.
Warnings: R - Possible Violence, Language, Nudity, Sexual Situations, and Kitty.

Oh this fucking wretched day. It came every year and every year she had a new reason to add to her hate for existing. But don't be fooled, she wasn't suicidal... ha! No no, on this particular day of the year, Charlise had a tendency to just throw fucks into the air and kick it to the wayside because it was the day she wouldn't allow anyone to tell her what to do. Not that she really gave much of a choice on any of the other days but really, today? Today was for her to do whatever the fuck she wanted and if someone didn't like it? Tough shit.

That's why today, past primetime and into the coming dusk, the room she resided in was practically shaking and vibrating. Loud, angsty, music could be kind of heard as the beats and sounds blasted against the constraints of the walls. Should you decide to venture into this wasteland there are many things you might run into as the single-person-party goes on into the night.

Kitty had gone to great lengths to make this day a day where she could forget about everything else and just enjoy herself. As such, she could be found dancing around in her underwear, or savoring some of her priceless triple 'p' green pops. Maybe you can find her while she's downing bottle after bottle of heavy alcohol, more than likely stolen from some poor sap. Maybe you could find her bawling her eyes out when everything she's trying to block out comes back rushing in when something on the stereo makes her remember or maybe you just find her writing a nasty entry into her journal complaining about many of the things she hates about herself.... Some may even find her taking great pleasure in using one of the many toys she stole from the Love Hotel, pleasuring herself vigorously, not holding back the loud lustful moans as she gazes as many ill-gotten pictures of possibly familiar ladies from on or off Campus.

Whatever the case and situation you find her in, just know that things right now are volatile and she feels entitled to do whatever the fuck she wants on her birth/deathday...

Comments

[boo_blimp_babe]

Or did she?

Charlise nodded and shrugged, "Sure thing," she noted as she picked a bottle at random. How the hell was she supposed to know what was weak or strong anyways?!

After passing over the bottle she moved over to grab a few bags she still hadn't put up. "We got junk food, or shit I can prep over in the kitchen area, I'll let you take your pick mainly cause you're smokin'." she said as she looked over at Evve.

At the latter question however, she shrugged and looked away, "Wouldn't have mattered... the people who prolly would have maybe shown up if anything to check on me disappeared. Haven't heard from em' in a while so no one woulda come anyways so why bother right? 'Sides, I can have a blast on my own."

[idowhatilike]

"Independence is admirable," Evve replied, having been much the same way herself. She did, however, know where to draw the line. Sometimes help was a necessity and she never saw it as weakness, but it wasn't as if she accepted it from just anyone. The company of a good friend was much the same at its core. "Assuming you aren't a reckless child." Because take a look around, Charlise, and try to tell her that again.

It was then Evve tilted her head at something remarkably green on the floor, just accentuated by a glimmer of light off its clear wrapper. Looked like some candy. She sat up just to lean down for it, picking it up by the stick and twirling it between her fingers thoughtfully. Hm. Just a sucker.

[boo_blimp_babe]

Charlise grinned confidently and chuckled, "Hmmm I would be lying if I said I wasn't reckless but I ain't no fuckin' kid. I suppose you could say I like livin' it up and takin' chances, see what pops up and shit."

However, as soon as Evve picked up the pop, Charlise's face dropped and she looked a bit apprehensive.... shit... she found one... Does she know?

[idowhatilike]

If she did, she didn't have an inch of a confession within observant eyes. In fact, she just flipped it out of her fingers, leaving it to gravity before leaning back again.

"Clearly," she replied in the meantime. "You took a pretty big risk pulling those pranks on the hedgepig and the supposed head of security."