Open RP: Vicky at the lake

[nobutyeah.livejournal.com]

Vicky doesn't like smoking inside. It reminds her of Borstal too much. So she is outside, having a fag, trying to set a tree on fire with her lighter and kicking it when it doesn't set alight. She may also be trying to destroy the branches by hanging onto them.

'Soddin' Sparklypoo!' she suddenly yells, and directs a stream of abuse at the lake, before flicking her cigarette end into it.

Out comes the cider.

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[dr-gf.livejournal.com]

Dr. Girlfriend was having a walk and enjoying the weather when she realized that she had left her lighter in her room in the Slytherin dungeons. So it was fortunate that she found a woman with a lighter. "Sweetie, if you want to burn trees down, it helps if you have gasoline or jet fuel or something. Mind if I borrow that?" She motioned at the lighter.

[nobutyeah.livejournal.com]

'Yeah, but no, but alright yeah just don't touch the bit that Justine Timberlake did when he signed my hat at Wembley and then asked for a fag and our eyes met over the flame and he said I was dead hot and asked me to be his sexy bareback rider.'

She chucks the comedy penis lighter at the woman.

[dr-gf.livejournal.com]

She raised an eyebrow, but caught the lighter and dug a cigarette out of her pocket. She lit it and threw the lighter back. "Justin Timberlake, huh?"

[nobutyeah.livejournal.com]

'Yeah, and he was well fitter than any of Take That OH my Gawd can you BUlieve Robbie didn't get back with them? What a twatbasket.'

Vicky misses the catch and hisses a 'BITCH' at the woman before rummaging around in the wet leaves to get it, half-expecting to find a used condom there.

[dr-gf.livejournal.com]

"...yeah." She wasn't the boy-band type, though one of the henchmen insisted on leaving the TV in the break room on channels that seemed obsessed with former boy-band members and their antics.

At the sound of the hissed insult, she narrowed her eyes. "Pardon me?"

[nobutyeah.livejournal.com]

'OH MY GOD, don't go givin' me the evils!'

Yes, that was another insult.

[dr-gf.livejournal.com]

"Lady, you're not making any sense."

[nobutyeah.livejournal.com]

Dude. It's Vicky.

'WhatEVER.'

[gusty-pony.livejournal.com]

The little pony trotted over towards Vicky. "You're in Sparklypoo too!" Too happy, far far too happy. "So am I!"

[nobutyeah.livejournal.com]

'OH MY GOD where did you get your extensions they are like well wicked!'

Vicky...making friends?

[gusty-pony.livejournal.com]

Gusty laughed. "You like my hair! It's natural. Your's is nice too!"

[nobutyeah.livejournal.com]

Ah. 'Natural'. Vicky gives the pony a wink.

'I know, isn't it fabulous? Chantelle Lewis was gonna get it but I was like SHUT UP WHORE because this style is well unique.'

[gusty-pony.livejournal.com]

Gusty gasped. "How awful for you!"

[nobutyeah.livejournal.com]

'Yeah, it was dead tragic. She tried to get it done but I got the hairdresser to cut it all off instead and now she looks like a dick.'

It's unclear whether she actually does or if this is just an insult.

[gusty-pony.livejournal.com]

Gusty blinked. "Oh, well... least she doesn't look like you. Two of you would be silly and then you wouldn't be special anymore."

[nobutyeah.livejournal.com]

Vicky puffs out her (large) chest.

'Yeah. Nobody else on the estate swapped their kids for a Westlife CD. D'ya wanna fag?'

[gusty-pony.livejournal.com]

"No, thank you. There are brownies and cookies and cupcakes back in my room, sent special from my home, I'm sorting them out to send to people here who were very nice to me, would you like some too. I'm sure Cupcake sent too many."

[nobutyeah.livejournal.com]

'Are any of 'em...'special?' Because I remember in food tech one year we made special brownies and Nick Cavoc though he was a dog and run around humping peoples' legs and then threw up into Sarah Donner's cake mix.'

[gusty-pony.livejournal.com]

"Oh, yes! Of course they're all special!" She doesn't get the whole special 'special' divide, though to be that happy all the time...

[nobutyeah.livejournal.com]

'C'n I have some of the cupcakes? I bet I could make a fortune selling 'em, as long as drug trafficking isn't illegal here.'

[marius-p.livejournal.com]

Marius, who had been neglected by his mun reading voraciously in the library, decided that he had been indoors too long, and was taking a walk by the lake.

Upon seeing Vicky's interactions with the tree and the lake, Marius frowned and cleared his throat. "Pardonnez- moi, Mademoiselle, but do you have some complaint with the grounds?"

((Reposted for typo))

[nobutyeah.livejournal.com]

'Nah, other than it'd be nicer if it were a superstore,' Vicky says, and then turns towards the man. 'Hell-o...you remind me of my first shag, when I was twelve.'

[marius-p.livejournal.com]

Marius blinked. "I am sorry? Shag? English is not my first language, perhaps I am not, euh, understanding as others might."

[nobutyeah.livejournal.com]

(The mun apologises for this. (not really))

'Shag-fuck, sex, banging, doing, getting off...'

Vicky bats her grotesque fake lashes in Marius' direction. 'Oooh, you're foreign an' exotic? Like Chris, only he just worked at the fish counter in Morrisons so he just smelled exotic.'

[marius-p.livejournal.com]

The words failed to register with Marius for several moments. When they did, he flushed violently, so appalled that his accent kicked in. "Ah, Mademoiselle, euh... I am French, yes. But eez eet propair to speek of such zings in mixed company?"

[nobutyeah.livejournal.com]

'Uh-HUH,' says Vicky greedily, looking over the French man with unhidden delight. 'Do you do all the things with 'french' in?'

(You know, like cook french toast.)

She waggles her eyebrows.

[marius-p.livejournal.com]

"Euh, I am not zure of what you are asking," Marius said doubtfully, rather freaked out by the eyebrow waggle. "I do not zink zat I can do zings wizzout being French. I cannot, euh... take out my nationality?"

She was laughing at him, wasn't she? His blush deepened and he tried to think of some way to politely excuse himself.

[nobutyeah.livejournal.com]

'You can put your nationality into something.'

WOOF.

[marius-p.livejournal.com]

"Into somezing?" Marius asks, bewildered and completely embarrassed. "Mademoiselle, I am not understanding you."

Marius had no idea what she was talking about at all. What kind of vocabulary was she using? Was his English really that lamentable?

[nobutyeah.livejournal.com]

Vicky sighs. 'You woulda been rubbish anyway,' she grumps, and flicks the comedy penis lighter on and off. 'And stolen my sunlounger after.'

[marius-p.livejournal.com]

Marius, now sufficiently freaked out to never want to wander out of the library again, muttered something in a mangled mix of French and English. He bowed, then walked very quickly away. Marius wasn't sure where, but any other place than the one Vicky was in was infinitely appealing.

[angelicbadboy.livejournal.com]

((Oh, I do so enjoy torturing my pups... Remind me to apologise to Brice later.))

For once, Brice was struck speechless. He stared at Vicky, fascinated in the same way some people are fascinated by car accidents.

"Cigarettes will kill you, you know," he said finally and made a vague gesture at the poor, abused lake. "So, darling, why all the hate?"

It felt wrong calling this one 'darling.' But old habits die hard.

[nobutyeah.livejournal.com]

'Cause they make look dead sexy, innit.'

She blows a ring of smoke in his direction, and then coughs hard.

[angelicbadboy.livejournal.com]

"Right..."

Brice waved the smoke away, frowning. Bad manners. His frown deepened at her coughing.

"How long've you been smoking those?"

[nobutyeah.livejournal.com]

'Since I could walk.'

Vicky sucks in the smoke and tries to blow it out of her nostrils. It goes 'phut' and seeps out between her teeth.