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Post by skull2 on Apr 10, 2013 23:21:27 GMT -5
A young girl, probably about sixteen-years-old skirted across the food court with drink in-hand. When she reached the seated brunette, her grip tightened just before she tossed the cold beverage all over the latter female. Robin's lips quirked. She'd spread the rumor about her friend speaking crassly behind the drink-throwing girl's back. Maybe next time she opened her mouth about who the lithe female slept with, she'd shut it before she said shit. The pleasured expression made it perfectly clear to the betrayed what had happened. When she got up to leave after the sixteen-year-old stomped away, she made sure to slap Robin. Hard enough to leave a look of shock alongside the red streak across her cheek.
"Bitch." The girl hissed, rolling her eyes as she left. Robin, on the other hand, remained sat in her disbelief. Or perhaps more so humiliation, as her bright hues flicked to the other patrons seated at the food court. She got up in a rush. Yes, she was considering going after her traitor friend, but ultimately she was heading into the bathrooms without looking where she was going--unfortunately ramming herself into a shorted female with such dazzling platinum blonde hair. Like silver. Instantly recognizing this girl, the junior impulsively grabbed her wrist to pull her the remaining short distance to the bathroom. "Conley, you mutt." The brunette started, rounding their positions so the latter was tossed into the room while she blocked the doorway with her body pressing the door shut.
"You know the mall's not haunted, so what's a freak like you doing here with normal people?"
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Post by yunikon on Apr 10, 2013 23:40:30 GMT -5
She hadn’t particularly noticed the fiasco of drink throwing or face slapping. Conley had been off in her own world, not unlike most other days, pondering about the paranormal. She had come to the mall with the intent of appeasing her mother by buying some ‘cute’ clothes, Connie knew which ones she would like best and none of them were really her style. Not that she didn’t dress well, just plainly in jeans and flat colored shirts with a light cardigan or jacket thrown over the top; her hair always a little disheveled.
When one was so in tune with their own minds they often didn’t realize that they were going to be trampled either. With a soft, yet firm, thud she landed smack against Robin – face planting in the girl’s torso. This brought her back to reality, grounded her, and she was surprised to find a tight grip around her arm pulling her in tow. “Let go!” She snapped suddenly, viciously attempting to wrench her arm free, only to be tossed carelessly into the lady’s room. “Get out of the way you rat-faced jerk, let me out.”
The snowy haired girl never took kindly to bullying, she wasn’t even easy to target due to her fighting back. But Robin always caused problems. “I’ll curse you to lose all your hair,” she threatened, giving the taller girl a look of pure poison and seriousness.
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Post by skull2 on Apr 10, 2013 23:54:06 GMT -5
The snowy-haired female was feisty. Robin grinned, though hated every letter of word spoken. She dismissively flipped her hair over her shoulder when the last insult was cast her way. "You nasty thing!" The girl gasped, though she probably deserved it. The first time she had targeted the oddball, popular Robin hadn't expected such fire. Such audacity. She didn't cower and she wasn't afraid like all the other nerds in their high-school. The brunette glowered back before her slender arms reached forward to push Conley, though somehow she could only clench the cheap fabric of her ugly shirt. Flustered, the blood rushing into her otherwise pallid cheeks irritated the hard slapped she'd taken earlier. Her skin was delicate, and as such the purple hues of a bruise was beginning to show.
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Post by yunikon on Apr 11, 2013 0:00:46 GMT -5
“Looks like someone already beat me to the punch.” Conley sneered, flashing a satisfied grin at the darkening spot on Robin’s cheek. The girl was going to stretch out Conley’s nice lavender T-shirt; at least there was a darker purple tank top beneath the V-neck. “If you think I’m nasty, you ought to go look in one of those mirrors over there, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone uglier than you.” Of course that wasn’t physically true; Robin was actually quite lovely… to look at but absolutely vile to have to socialize with. Connie could still remember the first time she’d run into the brunette, she’d pulled on her braids and called a freak then too. “Keep scowling like that and your wrinkles will get deeper.”
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Post by skull2 on Apr 11, 2013 0:11:32 GMT -5
Oh, such a clever brat. Robin scowled at her, even though it caused more pain to her cheek. Her brows were beginning to furrow--the worst part about Conley was once she stopped going she didn't shut the Hell up. Although the aggressor kept a calm face, inside she was screaming for the latter to shut her pretty mouth. This little girl was the absolute worst person to fight with--the brunette hadn't the slightest idea what she was thinking when she picked her up a few seconds ago. Teeth clenched and her hands began to tremble, in the back of her mind she knew full well what she was doing at the time though she didn't want to admit it. "I don't have wrinkles!" She negated as she tossed Conley back, hands returning midway from releasing her to push the latter in hopes she'd hit the stall door. "If you were half as pretty as me maybe you'd actually have some friends instead of making up stupid ghost stories all the time--sorry, Conley. You're alone. Because ghosts don't exist and everyone hates you."
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Post by yunikon on Apr 11, 2013 0:18:20 GMT -5
She was starting to feel really smug, so she let her guard down. She was obviously winning; the way that Robin was getting so flustered made that fact obvious. At least, up until the point when she was pushed backwards. She did end up colliding with the stall door, but she also stumbled further backwards as it was unlatched – falling onto the toilet (and thankfully not into it, though her hair came dangerously close to dipping into the water). “Ghosts are real! At least I don’t have fake friends!” She had been planning on standing back up but she found the tiles in the bathroom were slippery to her flats so she gained no traction to pull herself to her feet. “Everyone pretends to like you, but you know they hate you more than me!” She was indignant, adamant about this fact. Sure, Conley was considered odd and generally avoided, but people pretended to like Robin because they could gain status through her. “People only like you so that they can seem popular, they’re just using you.”
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Post by skull2 on Apr 11, 2013 0:31:40 GMT -5
It was a pity she managed to escape the toilet. "No they aren't," she sang, arms crossing beneath her moderate breast when she began to feel the tables turned. The mention of fake friends almost made her laugh, but a modest giggle sufficed. As if she didn't know. Robin was a ruthless social climber, the fact all her friend were fake didn't harm her at first until she began to scheming her next comeback. Her friends were just about as fake as Conley's ghosts. Lips formed a defeated frown.
Long legs stamped feet across the tiled floor, and once she came close enough she grabbed the latter by the collar of her blouse. "Who says I'm not using them, idiot?" Cerulean hues narrowed at the girl. "You think I care? Because I don't." Although she did, to realize she was just as lonely as Conley was all too humanizing for her. "They're realer than your dumb phantoms, anyway." Robin huffed. "It must really suck--but I guess when you die you'll already have friends with you in Hell."
She dropped Conley after that, turning her back in favor of approaching the sink where she hoped some warm water would alleviate some of the pain pulsing from her cheek.
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Post by yunikon on Apr 11, 2013 0:39:40 GMT -5
“Then you care about as much as anyone cares about you.” Conley brushed off her shirt and jacket as Robin finally gave her some breathing room. She took in a slow, deep breath; Connie was starting to lose her cool, which meant that she was now losing the fight. She wasn’t even lonely, even if she didn’t have friends she still had her folks… and somewhere her brother cared about her too. “Unlike you I’m actually a good person.” Conley said viciously. “The only one going to hell here is you, and no one will even be sad when you die! They’ll be celebrating.” Finally she was standing, feeling very full of herself. Maybe she would be forgotten and not cared for upon her death, but at least she wouldn’t have people glad to have her gone. Conley started to head for the door to leave. “I know I’d be one of the many spitting on your grave.”
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Post by skull2 on Apr 11, 2013 1:06:54 GMT -5
That statement. Fingers tightened around the edges of the sink, her hands too soft to make the rubbery noise other's might when clenching porcelain. Robin stared absently down the drain. Sometimes she wondered how different her life would be if she still had her parents. Would she be nicer? Would she have made genuine friends? In this world, she observed from the sink, she could even be a friend to someone like Conley.
The brunette gasped. If she cried now she'd just look like an idiot with runny make-up. The loneliest girl in the bathroom whipped around, hurrying to grab the latter before she could escape. And just like that, she was glaring down at her classmate, arm raised ready to strike. "Maybe if you followed a trend or two you'd be worth my time..." Robin murmured, applying all the force she could muster into bringing her palm down on Conley. "Lemme get you started with a matching bruise, little bitch!"
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