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☮ stacey upland. ☮
[female. lesbian.] [17 years] [caretaker] [tags: tars, alyssa]
[location: house]
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☮ stacey upland. ☮
[female. lesbian.] [17 years] [caretaker] [tags: tars, alyssa]
[location: house]
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- stacey laid flat on her back, staring, in thought, at the leak-stained ceiling. she puffed out her cheeks and sighed, the breathy sound breaking the stillness and silence of the room. after slipping on a pale yellow knee-length wool skirt and a collared shirt, she tied up her hair with her last thin hair band, and walked out. her white shoes clicked on the floor. short, but quick, steps brought her to the doorway of a girls' room.
"hey. still in bed, huh?" the blonde asked with a relaxed smile. her voice was still gravelly from a heavy sleep. with a soft swiping sound, she flattened her cheek and forearm against the door frame.
"sorry i didn't say hi earlier. got up a little late."
no response. no lillith either. shoot. gonna be in trouble if i didn't do my job.
hearing commotion, she ran downstairs. now, her sleepy eyes were alert, and her clicky steps became frantically noisy. her mind got the best of her, as per usual. geez, stace. you're an idiot.
she peered down at alyssa, eyebrows pulled taught. she slowly lowered herself to her, resting a soft hand on her shoulder, as to not harm her. anxiously apologizing to both alyssa and the co-leader, she croaked,
"...sorry."
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☯ ernest rothschild. ☯
[male. straight.] [21 years] [civilian] [tags: none]
[location: coffee shop]
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☯ ernest rothschild. ☯
[male. straight.] [21 years] [civilian] [tags: none]
[location: coffee shop]
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- humming to himself, ernest paced around behind the counter of the coffee shop. despite being there since 4am, he was wide awake and quite chipper. coffee fumes filled the air around him as he 'set up for any potential costumers'. in reality, he needed to be in somewhere other than his stuffy ranch house, so he took breaks during the times when no one was coming in. "overtime," he called it. but it wasn't, clearly. pacing, humming, pacing.
it was getting just as stuffy in there, too, so he went outside. still pacing.