Post by AUBREY FISCHER on Sept 26, 2012 19:05:14 GMT -6
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[style=width:350px; color:#414141; font-family:tahoma; font-size:11px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing:1px; float:center; padding:2px; margin: 2px; overflow: auto; height: 450px] It wasn’t like Aubrey purposely put herself into difficult situations. Actually, she liked to avoid them, yet she was currently surrounded by leering teenagers who were whispering and kept stealing glances at her. There was something ironic about this situation. Aubrey wanted to meet new people, sure, but not this way and certainly not them. There were three of them, all male, and they towered over her like monsters over a small rabbit or bird, which seemed to be fitting as they stared at her like they were looking at a piece of meat. They seemed to slowly get closer to her, before enshrouding Aubrey like mist. She would’ve ran away if she wasn’t on crutches, but it seemed extremely pitiful of her to even want to. Aubrey could handle herself, right?
“How much did you say you were going to pay me again to touch her?” One boy asked his friends as they seemed to stand right by her, and Aubrey’s face turned a bright red. It sounded so disgusting, and they laughed at her expression.
“I’d give uhh…maybe ten dollars?” His friend scoffed. They started obnoxiously laughing again.
The third friend gave a pathetic attempt at a sneer, and looked at Aubrey. “Twenty, I should say.” He reached for a lock of Aubrey’s light pink hair, before she backed away. This inspired more guffaws and stares.
“Please leave me alone,” Aubrey muttered. She couldn’t stand any of this idiocy, and like any other person, she didn’t like being harassed. “I would prefer if you didn’t touch me, thank you very much,” she continued, with a subtle touch of sarcasm. The three imbeciles were quick to pick up on it.
“’I would prefer if you didn’t touch me,’” Idiot A mocked in a high pitched, girly voice. Then, resuming to his normal tone, he scoffed. “You guys should up the price. Whaddaya think?”
Aubrey felt a mixture of embarrassment and anger; embarrassment for being caught in this kind of troublesome situation, and anger at their words. If she was more comfortable here, if she was naturally a more outspoken girl, she would be able to get them to leave her alone. Unfortunately, Aubrey couldn’t, but she wasn’t a coward either. She gritted her teeth, while her face continued to turn brighter.
“Twenty-five then,” Idiot B offered.
“Why are you even doing this?” Aubrey blurted before they could continue, slightly panicked and annoyed. She had never been surrounded like this before, and they made it so it was difficult for her to escape.
“It’s a good way to make money,” the first person who spoke up said, grinning down at her. “And it's fun. Now, do me a favor, will you?”
Then, without warning, he roughly grabbed her by the shoulder and shoved her toward him. Aubrey stumbled forward on her broken leg while the other two watched in amusement.
“This isn’t f-funny!” Aubrey exclaimed, raising her voice. She glowered at them, but it was effective as a small puppy growling. This only entertained them further, and it was like the only thing she could hear was loud and loathsome mirth. Usually laughter was a good sound to her, but this was not. Tears threatened to fall and she struggled to force them back. The last thing she wanted was to look like a sniveling baby. Aubrey fought against his tight grip, but while standing on one leg, she wasn’t very strong. “W-What person does this…?! I didn’t do anything, so l-let me go!” Aubrey quivered and her voice was much louder than it was before. She couldn’t help her stuttering, though. Aubrey didn’t like this condition she was in. She was shaking, struggling to stop from falling on her face, like a rocking ship and the behemoth’s grip seemed to hold her down.
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[/td][/tr][/table][style= font-size:9px; font-family:tahoma]LAIKA of BTN and OTE[/style][/center][style=width:350px; color:#414141; font-family:tahoma; font-size:11px; text-align: justify; letter-spacing:1px; float:center; padding:2px; margin: 2px; overflow: auto; height: 450px] It wasn’t like Aubrey purposely put herself into difficult situations. Actually, she liked to avoid them, yet she was currently surrounded by leering teenagers who were whispering and kept stealing glances at her. There was something ironic about this situation. Aubrey wanted to meet new people, sure, but not this way and certainly not them. There were three of them, all male, and they towered over her like monsters over a small rabbit or bird, which seemed to be fitting as they stared at her like they were looking at a piece of meat. They seemed to slowly get closer to her, before enshrouding Aubrey like mist. She would’ve ran away if she wasn’t on crutches, but it seemed extremely pitiful of her to even want to. Aubrey could handle herself, right?
“How much did you say you were going to pay me again to touch her?” One boy asked his friends as they seemed to stand right by her, and Aubrey’s face turned a bright red. It sounded so disgusting, and they laughed at her expression.
“I’d give uhh…maybe ten dollars?” His friend scoffed. They started obnoxiously laughing again.
The third friend gave a pathetic attempt at a sneer, and looked at Aubrey. “Twenty, I should say.” He reached for a lock of Aubrey’s light pink hair, before she backed away. This inspired more guffaws and stares.
“Please leave me alone,” Aubrey muttered. She couldn’t stand any of this idiocy, and like any other person, she didn’t like being harassed. “I would prefer if you didn’t touch me, thank you very much,” she continued, with a subtle touch of sarcasm. The three imbeciles were quick to pick up on it.
“’I would prefer if you didn’t touch me,’” Idiot A mocked in a high pitched, girly voice. Then, resuming to his normal tone, he scoffed. “You guys should up the price. Whaddaya think?”
Aubrey felt a mixture of embarrassment and anger; embarrassment for being caught in this kind of troublesome situation, and anger at their words. If she was more comfortable here, if she was naturally a more outspoken girl, she would be able to get them to leave her alone. Unfortunately, Aubrey couldn’t, but she wasn’t a coward either. She gritted her teeth, while her face continued to turn brighter.
“Twenty-five then,” Idiot B offered.
“Why are you even doing this?” Aubrey blurted before they could continue, slightly panicked and annoyed. She had never been surrounded like this before, and they made it so it was difficult for her to escape.
“It’s a good way to make money,” the first person who spoke up said, grinning down at her. “And it's fun. Now, do me a favor, will you?”
Then, without warning, he roughly grabbed her by the shoulder and shoved her toward him. Aubrey stumbled forward on her broken leg while the other two watched in amusement.
“This isn’t f-funny!” Aubrey exclaimed, raising her voice. She glowered at them, but it was effective as a small puppy growling. This only entertained them further, and it was like the only thing she could hear was loud and loathsome mirth. Usually laughter was a good sound to her, but this was not. Tears threatened to fall and she struggled to force them back. The last thing she wanted was to look like a sniveling baby. Aubrey fought against his tight grip, but while standing on one leg, she wasn’t very strong. “W-What person does this…?! I didn’t do anything, so l-let me go!” Aubrey quivered and her voice was much louder than it was before. She couldn’t help her stuttering, though. Aubrey didn’t like this condition she was in. She was shaking, struggling to stop from falling on her face, like a rocking ship and the behemoth’s grip seemed to hold her down.
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