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Post by darcieodwyer on Jan 30, 2011 4:06:10 GMT -8
 pretty, pretty please don't you ever, ever feel
like you're less than perfect
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Today...had not been the best day Darcie had ever had in her short twenty one year life. First off, she had slept through her alarm clock, resulting in having to rush around to get ready for college in the space of about ten minutes. Despite that, she had still been late, she had gotten caught in traffic on the way there, so had been resorted to sitting in her car for a good fifteen or twenty minutes while she waited for the line of cars to move, half starving because she hadn’t had time to get herself breakfast before she left. Arriving at college, she had raced to her class...and then realised that she had left the essay that was due in that day back at her apartment, luckily, she had managed to convince her lecturer to let her hand it in the next day, with only a minor mark reduction.
She’d had to deal with a lot of disgruntled customers at work, something must have been in the water that day, or the heat was getting to everyone, because half the people had complained about having to wait too long, or that they weren’t happy with whatever they had ordered. Well, how was it her fault that she was the only person who had been working, the other person who was meant to be working with her that day had called in sick, and there had been a lot of customers, so it had been a slow-ish service for them that day. She’d had to stop herself from being rude right back to some people, the last thing she needed was to lose her job.
And to top it all off, she had been exercising Athena before she had gone grocery shopping. The gray Irish Sport Horse mare, had been taking the jump course perfectly fine, until one stumble before a jump, had resulted in her knocking into the top pole, hard, and despite the protective boots she had been wearing, she had gained a rather deep cut on her left foreleg. Though when she thought about it, it was lucky the mare had been able to regain enough balance that she hadn’t pitched straight on top of the fence, or fell. So, she had to stop her training session, tend to her leg, and by that point, she was just over it all and wanted to go home.
Darcie finished the shopping she’d needed to do, at least it was cooler in the mall, due to the air conditioning system...she really needed to talk to the guy who owned her apartment block about getting one installed in her flat, she couldn’t live off the fan she had in there for too long, it sucked. She was walking past the fountain, just passing a bench when the bottom of her shopping bag gave out, dumping its contents on the ground, things rolling in all directions. “Bloody hell, can nothing go right today?” she almost shouted, checking herself before she said it too loudly, bending down to pick up her things, cursing and muttering under her breath the whole time.
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Post by cricketschirp on Feb 1, 2011 17:40:26 GMT -8
The sun was shining, the air was cool... And Kody-Lynn found herself, surprisingly, here... She had to literally force herself here, instead of heading back to her apartment to work on homework. No, not today, because today was the day that Kody drove all the way from her campus, to this place... To the mall. Why, you may ask, would Kody need to find herself here, at the mall, when she had everything she needed at her own home waiting for her? She would lie and tell you that she forgot something, but the truth was she was in dire need of some sweat pants, any kind of pants that were stretchy around the waist, actually. As much as she hated to admit it, coming almost into her fourth month of pregnancy (thirteen weeks, to be exact...) she had a bit of a baby bump and her jeans (her favorite pairs...) weren’t fitting her like they used to. She couldn’t just keep stuffing herself into them like she had thought she could. The bigger she would get, the more uncomfortable she would become, and it was already difficult to ride in her jeans.
Kody made her way through the isles embarrassed enough that her belly was poking out from her shirt just enough to notice that she could be pregnant. She stopped in front of the pajama pants, and eyed pair of dark gray pajama pants with an eagle, spread winged, on the hip. She refused to even enter the maternity section yet. There was no way. She was a strong girl, but her ego just couldn’t take that. Not yet. “Oh god...” she whispered, and she quickly reached out and grabbed a large. She wasn’t quite big enough for a large, but she knew she would be. At least one size too big would make them comfier, right? She folded them over her arm and held them over her stomach, an effort to deter wandering eyes. She made her way around the corner to the leggings and grabbed two mediums, one black, and one brown. Those should be fine to ride in, right? And then she could just wear one of Dustin’s large shirts, or a pajama shirt over them so her belly didn’t look quite as big as it was. Kody smiled to herself as she walked to the check out, her tummy successfully covered and a plan in her head.
She was nearly to the check out when she noticed an oddly familiar face in the distance. The girl was carrying a bag, and the bottom had fallen out from the weight of its contents. Kody grimaced as she watched the girl’s face change, and she sped her step to catch up with her. Everyone’s eyes were on the girl who knelt to pick up her things. Kody smiled sweetly, kneeling down and placing her pant selection on the ground beside her. How many times had something like this happened to her? Too many to count. Kody could remember so many times going somewhere and looking like a complete and total idiot as a gallon of milk crashed to the floor from her hands. Once she dropped an entire jar of salsa over her feet, and watched, in tears and two older women glared at her. Kody-Lynn knew the feeling, and she sure wished someone would have helped her then. She couldn’t just walk passed this girl without at least offering a hand.
“You know, once, I dropped an entire two dozen carton of eggs at the grocery store, broke every single egg.” Kody-smiled as she began helping the girl gather up her things. She was hoping her story would at least ease her embarrassment, if she had any at all. Or at least maybe add some humor to the situation. “At least you didn’t drop something super embarrassing like a package of condoms or something,” she chuckled. She had actually done that once, in a busy isle. It just fell right out of her basket.
OOC: I hope you don't mind me posting! Kody could use a few girl friends =)
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Post by darcieodwyer on Feb 13, 2011 18:26:15 GMT -8
pretty, pretty please don't you ever, ever feel
like you're less than perfect
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“You know, once, I dropped an entire two dozen carton of eggs at the grocery store, broke every single egg,” a female voice piped up from near Darcie’s side, she hadn’t even noticed that the girl had stopped to help her pick everything up until she had spoken, mostly because she had been crouched, fuming not so silently, preoccupied with being annoyed at everything. She blinked as it registered with her brain that someone was helping her, and she finally cracked a grin at the girl. “I’m used to it, this sort of thing happens to me all the time. I think I’m some sort of disaster magnet,” she answered, forcing herself to calm down a bit.
She had only been around fifteen herself when her sister, Keely, had fallen pregnant, but she still realised that the girl who had stopped to help her was pregnant, recognising the telltale small baby bump, obviously she wasn’t too far along. And, out of reflex, she found herself hoping that it wouldn’t turn out the same as it had for Keely – her boyfriend, and the baby’s father, Chris, had come home drunk, and beat her, out of the blue, he had never shown any violent tendencies towards Keely before, a few weeks before she was due. The baby, Henry, had passed away shortly afterwards, and their family had never really recovered from it all.
Picking up the last few things, and stuffing them into one of the bags that hadn’t broken, Darcie stood up, leaving the bags sitting at her feet, offering a hand to Kody to help her up if she wanted it. “Thanks for the help, by the way,” she said, grinning at her again. “I’m Darcie...I think I’ve seen you around Crossfire before, but I could be mistaken...I don’t have the best attention span,” she continued, tones friendly, joking.
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