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( thoughtformed ) WELCOME to the New Moore social network - October 20th, 2013
Oi Robocop, Lydia! If you two are done having what I can only assume is an earth-shattering reunion shagfest — kudos by the way if that's the case, very proud of both of you, very sorry for your flatmates, etc. — please direct your attention to the most important person in the room at any given time cos I've got something to say.
EVERYONE ELSE FUCK OFF, THIS IS A SERIOUS DISCUSSION ABOUT PRIVATE MATTERS BETWEEN MATES
EVERYONE ELSE FUCK OFF, THIS IS A SERIOUS DISCUSSION ABOUT PRIVATE MATTERS BETWEEN MATES
20 October 2013 @ 08:59 pm
Maybe I'm a little more psychic than I let on.
Bring $10.00 and find out for yourself.
Cash only ;).
Apparently I am all about jobs lately, so:
I'm offering tutoring to anyone who needs it. I'm good with most subjects 6-12, but I specialize in chemistry and biology. My name is Gwen Stacy aaaand I can be reached pretty much whenever. Come talk to me here if you're interested and I can give you a couple of other contact methods.
PS, that carvnival? At least twice as sketchy as Coney Island, and Coney Island? Is pretty sketchy.
( super ultra private as hell text to one Peter Parker: )
I want to talk about Madame Red's. More specifically, about Lau.
I'm offering tutoring to anyone who needs it. I'm good with most subjects 6-12, but I specialize in chemistry and biology. My name is Gwen Stacy aaaand I can be reached pretty much whenever. Come talk to me here if you're interested and I can give you a couple of other contact methods.
PS, that carvnival? At least twice as sketchy as Coney Island, and Coney Island? Is pretty sketchy.
( super ultra private as hell text to one Peter Parker: )
I want to talk about Madame Red's. More specifically, about Lau.
Who: Sarah and whoever!
When: Tonight, 10/20
Where: Madame Red's
What: Mourning and thinking over Dick's leaving.
Warnings: Sarah getting drunk.
It was her first time heading into Madame Red's, but it wasn't Sarah's first time heading into dangerous waters. Heading into a secret, underground rave where people embraced mutilating and changing their bodies in the name of human evolution wasn't easy, but she managed to pull that off. Heading into a drug den should be a piece of cake, as long as she kept to herself and didn't side eye anyone. She could only imagine what would happen if Conrad heard she was here, but frankly she didn't care. She came to get away and isolate herself for a bit. Xion had left and now Dick...he was gone.
An hour ago she finally received his message. It made her eyes water and she held back the urge to throw something against the wall. All of this was unfair, then again she should be used to it by now, right? Her entire life was a cluster fuck. The one semblance of normalcy was Dick and he was gone. Who was next? Bowtie? Fuck, Doc's probably gone too.. The thought only soured her mood further. She went inside, not caring for the smell of the place and sat herself down at the bar.
It wouldn't be too long until she had a glass of whiskey, a zippo and fag in her hands.
When: Tonight, 10/20
Where: Madame Red's
What: Mourning and thinking over Dick's leaving.
Warnings: Sarah getting drunk.
It was her first time heading into Madame Red's, but it wasn't Sarah's first time heading into dangerous waters. Heading into a secret, underground rave where people embraced mutilating and changing their bodies in the name of human evolution wasn't easy, but she managed to pull that off. Heading into a drug den should be a piece of cake, as long as she kept to herself and didn't side eye anyone. She could only imagine what would happen if Conrad heard she was here, but frankly she didn't care. She came to get away and isolate herself for a bit. Xion had left and now Dick...he was gone.
An hour ago she finally received his message. It made her eyes water and she held back the urge to throw something against the wall. All of this was unfair, then again she should be used to it by now, right? Her entire life was a cluster fuck. The one semblance of normalcy was Dick and he was gone. Who was next? Bowtie? Fuck, Doc's probably gone too.. The thought only soured her mood further. She went inside, not caring for the smell of the place and sat herself down at the bar.
It wouldn't be too long until she had a glass of whiskey, a zippo and fag in her hands.