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43 Unicorn Street, Friday Morning
Dec. 18th, 2015 04:46 pm"Happy Birthday to you... Happy Birthday to you..."
The season was right, a Christmas tree glowed in the corner, but it wasn't quite Bo's birthday yet... was it?
But it had to be, because there was a frosting-bedecked cake on the table in front of her, a forest fire of candles blazing around the edges of the BETH in gooey red script, shadows flickering over familiar faces: her mom, her dad, her closest friends from school, even Kyle standing behind her, one hand resting easily on her shoulder, which really couldn't be right, because... because....
"Happy birthday, ( SPAWN OF DEMONS... )
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO! LET ME GO!"
With that shout, Bo finally fought her way free.
...of the sweat-soaked sheets that were twisted around her body.
Times like this, Bo kind of wished she'd grabbed more from Mitchell's place the last time she went to visit than a good time, a lot of tea, and a big stack of Aero bars. Specifically, a pack or two of smokes.
Hell, right now she'd settle for just one cigarette. "Well. That sucked balls."
[OOC: cut for religious zealotry, parental mental illness, and undead boyfriends, as you do. For the BFF, primarily, but open to calls or visitors as well.]
The season was right, a Christmas tree glowed in the corner, but it wasn't quite Bo's birthday yet... was it?
But it had to be, because there was a frosting-bedecked cake on the table in front of her, a forest fire of candles blazing around the edges of the BETH in gooey red script, shadows flickering over familiar faces: her mom, her dad, her closest friends from school, even Kyle standing behind her, one hand resting easily on her shoulder, which really couldn't be right, because... because....
"Happy birthday, ( SPAWN OF DEMONS... )
"NO! I DON'T WANT TO! LET ME GO!"
With that shout, Bo finally fought her way free.
...of the sweat-soaked sheets that were twisted around her body.
Times like this, Bo kind of wished she'd grabbed more from Mitchell's place the last time she went to visit than a good time, a lot of tea, and a big stack of Aero bars. Specifically, a pack or two of smokes.
Hell, right now she'd settle for just one cigarette. "Well. That sucked balls."
[OOC: cut for religious zealotry, parental mental illness, and undead boyfriends, as you do. For the BFF, primarily, but open to calls or visitors as well.]
