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Post by Regan Tyes on Mar 5, 2013 13:53:40 GMT -5
Everyone else ( for the most part ), was currently sitting through their third period course. Regan was supposed to be in Chemistry, but if she had to sit through another one of Doc Popplewick's eccentric rambles, she may just implode. Maybe nothing quite that drastic, but she wasn't going to take the chance. So she'd snuck out, and made her way down to the football field. One of her favorite hiding places, under the visiting teams bleachers. It was easier to perch on the railings there, and most of the other students just went to their own bleachers- they were closer. She didn't mind the extra hike across the football field for a bit of privacy. Though by now most people knew it was her little place, and they stayed clear whenever they thought she mind be lingering there.
Resting in one of the higher nooks, she lets her legs swing about freely as a trail of smoke tendrils drift off into the air about her. Teeth clamping down into the butt of her cigarette, she shifts about- just enough to pull one of those dangling legs up and beneath her instead. It was a feat to be sure, with how tight her jeans were it was amazing she could move at all. Reaching down into her pocket, she pulls out her small head set, slipping the buds into her ears, a bright red fingernail pressing against the buttons until she manages to pull up her playlist of 80's rock. Why? Well why the hell not. It beat a lot of the crap people tried to pass off as music today. If she had to listen to one more Taylor Swift song... No, she wouldn't implode, she'd just start beating people. |
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