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 Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 8:00 am
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ʙᴇᴀᴛʀιcᴇ 'ʙᴇᴀ' ᴡιʟʟιᴀᴍs~~✫~~ÿεαɾ 10 - 'ƒïɾεсɾαсќεɾ'
❝ The weak and timid Braveheart
Is scared of getting hurt
Ah, you should laugh at it. ❞
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Well, judging from the expressions on this cool-guy-with-an-accent's friends, this was not going to be an entirely comfortable session of lunch for Bea. Her sunshine grin turned a smidgen uncomfortable as she approached the table with her tray, and she got the odd feeling she was supposed to apologize for something.
Oh sure, put Bea in front of one scary looking person and she'd be happy to act like the overemotional spaz she was, complete with arm movements. But a table full of scary looking people, without Mr. Wigglekins to valiantly protect her? Now that was asking for a bit too much.
Then a plate of waffles somehow decided her back was magnetic and that it needed to stick there. Stupid waffles, this was her favorite shirt! Placing her tray down she twisted herself around to try to see the damage, pouting a little when she noticed a flash of...brown. She turned to the panicking stranger as she peeled off the pieces, a look of utter annoyance on her face.
"I think you have defective waffles."Bea stated matter-of-factly, not even noticing that the girl had apologized (or that she somehow knew Bea's name). She took a moment to glare daggers at the breakfast food, strangling the one currently in her hand.
"Curse you, you evil syrup-smothered food! I never liked you anyways!"The stack of waffles on Bea's plate said otherwise, but they still hadn't been tainted by the evil substance known as syrup. That was it, she was never putting syrup on her foods again! She would single-handedly destroy the syrup business! That would show them.
With a decided nod Bea pulled her arm back to fling the waffle into the trashcan...only to remember that she was still in the viewing range of scary strangers. She gave a sheepish giggle and walked over to the trashcan instead, plopping the waffles in there. Then she turned to Kailey with a solemn expression, feeling bad for the poor girl's loss.
"I think the lesson in this story is never to put syrup on your waffles. Anyways, m'name is Bea! What's your's, mysterious girl with horrible waffle-luck?"
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❝ Embracing what little courage I have,
There's nothing to do but shutting my eyes and moving on
Ah, even if I know it's reckless. ❞ |
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 9:37 am
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 3:43 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 3:54 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 4:30 pm
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ʙᴇᴀᴛʀιcᴇ 'ʙᴇᴀ' ᴡιʟʟιᴀᴍs~~✫~~ÿεαɾ 10 - 'ƒïɾεсɾαсќεɾ'
❝ The weak and timid Braveheart
Is scared of getting hurt
Ah, you should laugh at it. ❞
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Bea gave Kailey a wide grin as she wiped her hands on the napkins, depositing those into the trashcan as well. "Nice to meet ya, Kailey! M'name is Bea--oh wait I already said that."
Bea knocked on her own head with a pout, wondering why she was so slow this morning. Maybe an energy drink would help...she turned to squint at where the beverages were, noticing two new people enter the cafeteria before turning back to Kailey.
"Eh? Why are you sorry? It's obviously the syrup's fault!"Bea blinked in confusion at Kailey's timid look, but shook her hand happily. Hey, maybe shaking hands wasn't as uncommon as she thought around here! Maybe Black Rose was just weird. Bea made a note to tell the girl that the next time they saw each other.
It took her a moment to realize she had been addressed by someone else, and it was the word 'waffle' that made her glance at Dominic first. She tilted her head at his words, giggling a bit at the silliness of his words.
"Of course I know it's food! It's on my plate too, so I was totally going to eat it."Bea pointed to the tray in proof, nodding along with her statement. There was a strange look of satisfaction on her face; strange because she had no idea what to feel satisfied about.
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❝ Embracing what little courage I have,
There's nothing to do but shutting my eyes and moving on
Ah, even if I know it's reckless. ❞ |
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 7:55 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 8:42 pm
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ʙᴇᴀᴛʀιcᴇ 'ʙᴇᴀ' ᴡιʟʟιᴀᴍs~~✫~~ÿεαɾ 10 - 'ƒïɾεсɾαсќεɾ'
❝ The weak and timid Braveheart
Is scared of getting hurt
Ah, you should laugh at it. ❞
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Bea's own grin grew a bit more confident when she realized Dominic had cracked a smile, and she slid into her seat at the table. A small part of her mind made a note to search up what 'Cialde' meant, but the rest of her was currently busy feeling relieved that one of the stoic guys at the table had smiled.
She proceeded to cut her waffles into squares, shoving the pieces piled thick with whip-cream into her mouth. Surprisingly enough, Bea wasn't a messy eater; while she ate quickly she somehow remembered to wipe her mouth, and quickly swallowed up her food.
"Aren't brains the same shape though...?" She asked, looking a bit confused for a moment before another thought hit her. Wait, were these the 10th grade guys that Bea had planned to visit with (a kidnapped) Black Rose?
"Oh, that reminds me! What year are you guys? Me and my friend Rosie are both the only two 10th year girls this year, apparently~"
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❝ Embracing what little courage I have,
There's nothing to do but shutting my eyes and moving on
Ah, even if I know it's reckless. ❞ |
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 8:50 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 9:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 9:13 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 9:38 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 10:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 10:12 pm
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ʙᴇᴀᴛʀιcᴇ 'ʙᴇᴀ' ᴡιʟʟιᴀᴍs~~✫~~ÿεαɾ 10 - 'ƒïɾεсɾαсќεɾ'
❝ The weak and timid Braveheart
Is scared of getting hurt
Ah, you should laugh at it. ❞
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"W-Woah! That's so cool!"Bea's eyes sparkled in amazement at this new information. She had tried handling a small gun when attempting to join a gang once, but she soon learned that she was an absolutely terrible shot. This of course only heightened her respect for anyone who could use a gun.
"You must have great eyesi--eh?" Bea cut herself off when she realized a unfamiliar voice had cut in, and she twisted herself around to notice a girl with strange colored hair and a decidedly cold expression. Bea pouted, having the sudden urge to throw Mr. Wigglekins at her face. Wasn't it sort of...rude to act to people you barely knew?
She was about to open her mouth to reply when Dominic replied instead, and she shrugged and turned back to her waffles. It was probably better not to get involved in a fight when she was new, especially when the girl was older. Besides, Bea didn't really know how to fight well anyways. She'd rather just stab her waffles into pieces, and that is exactly what she did.
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❝ Embracing what little courage I have,
There's nothing to do but shutting my eyes and moving on
Ah, even if I know it's reckless. ❞ |
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2012 10:26 pm
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