i don't mind;; baby i'll show you

[SHERIDAN RAQUEL BALSA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #FF6699; border-top: solid #FFFF00 10px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] i got them moves like jagger "Booyaaah!" Sheridan yelled, pumping her fist twice in the air, a wide grin on her face. It was only a matter of seconds before she had her Ultra Game Face on and was aggressively punching the buttons on her game again. It was the high score that she wanted. She could smell it beneath the dust and moldy plastic of the video games. Sher had been in the room for hours. The goal was to beat the high score on every machine. She assumed that no one else had shown up due to the fact that most of these games were breaking edge thirty years ago. She didn't mind the solitude very much. It gave her the grounds to scream as loud as she wanted. And screaming was very much called for in this high stakes level. Thirty points more and she would beat the final high score and . . . Well, she didn't have any plans for when she finally completed her quest. She moved with the thirty pixels that made up her character, first to the left, then backwards, and finally she leaned forward and was so close to the screen that she was risking blindness. She didn't care. This high score was the only important thing to her at that moment. Nothing else mattered. The points climbed up, and time seemed to slow at an alarming rate. Her muscles tensed, and her eyes narrowed. For someone who had never played video games before, she was amazed at how quickly she had picked up on it. Three points away and . . . WOMP WOMP WOMP. GAME. OVER. "No way! I had it. I was so close!" she lamented. Her words were followed by a despairing groan and she brought both hands up to her face to bury it in them. It had been in her grasp! And she had let it slip away. Just like that. Oh, cruel fate! She took a moment to calm herself down, then restarted the game. Everything went by much quicker this time. Though it had probably been at least half an hour, it felt like mere seconds had passed before she was again only thirty points behind the high score. Sher didn't notice this time. She was entirely too deep into her game. It was only when she lost ten minutes later and the screen blasted tiny virtual confetti canons, congratulating her on beating the high score and asking for the first three letters of her name, did she realize that this was it--she had won. "Fuck yeeeeah, bitcheeeeeeeeees!" Sheridan did a little victory dance, then remembered to put S-H-E into the machine so everyone would know it was her. Or, at the very least, would wonder who SHE was. If only there was an extra slot, and she could have written SHER. WORDS: 473 TAG: opennn NOTES: HAY DURR WEARING:(dis)

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[Sydney Agatha Socko]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #76C3AE; border-top: solid #EAEB21 10px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] captain hammer's here, hair blowing in the breeze Once upon a time, Socko was bored out of her mind. She was even dressed up today, in a glittery skirt and lacy tights and a flower in her hair and she was wearing some of the most adorable shoes ever in the history of existence. Of course, many of her shoes were like that. Socko was like that in general, really. Moving on. She had flounced around the docks, but no one was there and she didn't feel like getting sand in her tights at the beach. So she wandered over to the forest. There was a party going on, with kids having sex right out in the open like ew. Public sex is just kind of. With everyone watching? And the dirt? And the- just. Ew. Socko finally decided to go to the lounge and laze around for a while. There was always someone in there; she just hoped it would be someone interesting. Marching up to it, Socko heard several pink cries of victory, and then one of defeat. She opened the door and spotted Sher making noise at an old, beat-up arcade game. The Portugese girl had her game face on and was SRSLY devoted to.. winning, or setting the high score, or something. Socko didn't really play too many games herself, so she didn't quite understand the fuss. She marched on over, heels clacking on the floor, and tapped Sher on the shoulder. "Hey, what are you doing? What's going on? What are you playing? What are you up to? Hey, you want to get cookies? I could totally eat some oreos and peanut butter right now. Sheridan, Sherrrr." Socko poked Sher several more times. A few minutes later, and Sher had set a new high score. Cue the cute victory dance. And then, Sher entered in the word "SHE" into the high score slot. Socko, assuming Sher had noticed her by now, flopped down on the nearest beanbag. "Why'd you put Sher? Shouldn't you have put your initials? I thought that was what it was for. Besides, isn't part of the fun of setting high scores is not letting anyone know it was you? Then you can brag and people would be all 'NO WAY THAT WAS YOU' and you could just be all 'YEAH IT WAS DEAL WITH IT' and Sher, Sher, I'm really bored." Socko was practically laying flat on the ground at this point. Her feet touched the ground, and she was leaning so far back over the bean bag that the top of her fuzzy hair was sweeping the ground. "... The ceiling here is really kind of gross. We should paint it or something." WORDS: 444, like a boss TAG: sherrrr NOTES: this will be the most obnoxiously colored thread ever WEARING: best template ever

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[SHERIDAN RAQUEL BALSA]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: #FF6699; border-top: solid #FFFF00 10px; width: 500px; padding-top: 20; padding-bottom: 30;] i got them moves like jagger Sher didn't notice anything except for an annoying buzzing noise. She was in the zone. Nothing was stopping her from getting that high score. When Sher was concentrating on something, there was no stopping her. She poured her heart into everything, no matter how small. That, and she was extremely competitive. She loved being the best at everything almost more than she loved her family, or God, or pot. Suddenly, though, Sher was done dancing and Socko almost seemed to poof into the room out of thin air. It did not occur to Sher that she could have been the buzzing noise from earlier. Sher watched her and tried to catch everything that she said, but Socko was high as a kite. Next thing Sher knew, the girl was laying down, commenting on the ceiling. Sher put on her poker face, but inside she was smiling like an idiot. Socko was only her friend, but Sher had a thing for blondes and Socko was just too adorable. She had a major lady boner for the sweet foreigner. It was a weird sort of crush though. Sher didn't want to date her, she just enjoyed admiring her from afar. That, and acting like a complete idiot, but that could be a friend thing. Or just a Sher thing. Sher plopped down on top of Socko, and looked up at the ceiling with pursed lips. "Yeah it is, Mang," she said, accent thick. "Nobuddy ever thinks to clean it 'cause it's the roof. People clean otha things. Like shoes." Sher looked down at her own shoes, which was really good about cleaning. It might have been something to do with where she lived--everyone was always cleaning their shoes and it made her feel self-conscious when hers were dirty. "Mamacita what are you wearin'?" she asked, because Sher was always confused by Socko's outfits. American fashion was hard enough to keep up with, but Socko wore every fashion. Sher wishes no one wore clothes ever. Particularly cute girls. WORDS: 335 TAG: Shocker NOTES: This'll get longer eventually. WEARING:(dis)

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