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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2014 16:42:38 GMT -6
GA: Pester friend.  {Show Pesterlog}
The day was soon to approach, and she couldn't have been more nervous.
Sitting in her ROOM full of PLUSHIES and ASTROLOGICAL POSTERS, the girl lay flat on her bed, keeping her pale face buried deep within the belly of Sir Snuggletooth the 3rd, Esquire. The gnawing sensation in her midsection had grown from a feeling of butterflies to one of knotting rope, threatening to coil up her very own intestines and sling them out of her body. The grown of teenage annoyance left her mouth, slightly stifled by the stuffed toy, before she found the willpower to roll over and grab her PDA.
The beaten up and handmedown electronic device showed signs of wear and tear, but worked like a charm for the exact reason she needed it: Pestering. Talking to someone about this apprehension would do her some solid good and she could finally relax... or at least feel validated about this situation.
Her mind briefed over this issue as she scanned her list of online friends. It seemed simple enough - a big game with some friends and friends-of-friends, all going in together on the opening day to make sure to maximize their fun. The thought of all these new strangers, in addition to what she has thus learned as having to be responsible for connecting and operating another player, had given her a tense tummy about all of it.
With a few clicks, she sent her message.
GA: Hey TT
GA: Look do you have a moment I'm about to have a moment
GA: I could use some talking to
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Post by AME NATSUKAWA on Jul 22, 2014 19:58:38 GMT -6
The protagonist was NOT in his ROOM, at the moment. No he was still about 25 feet away. A short distance there.
A lot of his time today had been spent trying to find the long-awaited game of the year in the JUNGLE. Bought solely out of annoyance of his friends raging boners for it, Ame was so done with it right now. The small adventure was fun, but the reward not so much. Still, he had his PHONE so he can pester his buddies when he was considering giving up.
His calloused hands gripped the DUMB GAME as he felt a tiny ping of a message in his pocket. He remembered the vibrations as pesterchum messages. Was it Harry messaging another one of his boring walls of text? Or was it incredibly attractive Rory with his self-deprecation? Perhaps, it was was Pinkie mashing the buttons of her keyboard randomly with a pillow again? Maybe his other friends decided to finally get online. Poor him NEVER EVER got to SLEEP IN.
Birds croaked in the trees. They were probably bantering that his CARGO SHORTS were stupid or something like that, he didn't understand bird though he did spend a lot of time with them.
"Crecrecrecre," he mocked, to the birds. Not himself. He didn't say things like that often. His hand reached into his shorts, pulling out the phone, cased in an overwhelming large protective case to make sure of its survival.
TT: what's up mara?
TT: :?
TT: nervous about big game day or whatever we call it?
TT: i could talk/rant to you about birds maybe coded by electric of gangnam style |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 22, 2014 20:27:07 GMT -6
GA: Reply.  {Show Pesterlog}
Tick tock tick tock tick tock.
Mara found herself shuffling about on her bed in the time it took for Ame to reply. Legs kicked, plushies were moved about, and her long hair was twirled into what were sure to become painful knots. She would regret that in her late day shower, but for now it was helping to ease her nervous disposition and her two front teeth nibbled into her lower lip.
Tick tock.
Amber eyes found themselves sitting on game packaging nestled on the corner of her desk; the discs for the big game, in all honesty, and it took her more than a healthy moment to avert her gaze and look away. The cascade of thoughts fell onto her, though, filling that empty void she had created for but a moment.
Just one moment.
She would need another one. She pulled her signature cap down tight over her head to block out the light when her electronics buzzed, prompting her to pick up her phone and buzz right back.
GA: Yeah its the game
GA: TT you guys know Im no good at these games
GA: What if I mess up I dont know some of these guys what if Im supposed to help one of them and they think Im a total failure
GA: Also have I shown you my eagle plushie
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Post by AME NATSUKAWA on Jul 23, 2014 17:29:46 GMT -6
Dumb birds were overhead again, and for some reason there were some frogs around him right now. Ame seemed ways be really good with frogs, weird. There was also his wonderful dreams, where he wore wacky clothes that he wished he could change while on some planet called Propit. Over the years, talking to the local dream locals have made him really knowledgeable about a fake world.
He started walking to his house, frequently flickering his eyes between the actual world around him then back at his phone. So that, you know, he didn't trip. Again. He would hate to have yet another screw up typed out on to his phone and sent out for his blond-ish brunette-y friend to see and laugh at him about.
TT: dude, bro. this is like the first game i have played, EVER.
TT: i don't know about your playing stations or like, whatever they are.
TT: and like it seems like a pretty weirdo game i'm sure you'll do fine
TT: okay if they're about to die, then you definitely need to help them. thing number one remember that.
TT: you're not a failure either, aren't you like really smart about stuff that i'm not smart about?
TT: like stuff.
TT: and pls tell me your eagle plushie isn't made out of actual eagle
TT: like dead eagle
TT: if not THEN I'D BE SO HAPPY TO SEE A LITTLE PLUSHIE OF A NOT ANNOYING BIRD. coded by electric of gangnam style |
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