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Post by kenzie on Apr 8, 2009 1:31:35 GMT -5
Kenzie laid on her stomach in the middle of the sidewalk. People walked around her giving her a disgusted look because you know, taking a couple extra steps was absolutely horrible. A bucket of sidewalk chalk sat beside her. Her knees where bent with her feet in the air. The chunky heels of her boots slapping together. The tip of her tongue hanging out as she focuses on the doodle she is making on the sidewalk. She tilts her head to the side a little bit trying to get a better angle at what she's looking at. Somebody goes to walk by her and kicks her bucket of chalk over. Without looking up Kenzie growls a little bit picking up the chalk. Kenzie - Chalk has feelings too buttface! She rolls her eyes a little bit putting the rest of the chalk back into the bucket.
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Post by theanti on Apr 8, 2009 2:04:01 GMT -5
Shoving all the chalk back into her bucket she looks up to see who it is. All she sees is grey jeans, studded plaid belt and a carribeanor with severally keys hanging from them. She knew who it was, hell she probably didn't want to know who it was, but she knew the walk, the clothes, the fucking feeling.
He didn't stop his keys just jingled and never looking back walked through a door. Tweeks stopped behind the door, looking back for a second, he kicked the bucket over on purpose. Wanting for her to pay attention to him for even a second. Why? Maybe he just despises chalk art. It does suck!
He turns forward again and walks down a hallway. Kenzie is still just looking at the door like WTF MATE?!
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Post by kenzie on Apr 8, 2009 2:34:56 GMT -5
She stared after him glaring. That was just mean. It was chalk for crying out loud. It didn't do anything to him. But she knew what she was gonna do the second he took a step away from her. Kenzie shoved herself up onto her feet and grabbed her bucket of chalk. Following after him she grabbed a pretty bright pink one and threw it at him. Smacking him right in the back of the head leaving a nice little chalky cloud. Kenzie - That was just mean and super unneeded. It's chalk. It has feelings. It was living it's chalky little life, doing it's chalky little job, 9-5, going home to it's chalky little house with it's chalky little wife who serves the pot roast. The two chalky little kids, who say ma and pa. Shame on you for damaging that. Now you've ruined the chalky family image. Now Mrs. Chalk is working the corner instead of the pot roast. Mr. Chalk is at the track throwing away his minimum wage, and the two jr. chalks are gay heroine addicts giving blow jobs in the alley to get a fix. It's chaos in this little bucket right now. I hope your happy!
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