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handler: sammi
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lyrics: i'm headed straight for the castle they wanna make me their queen and there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying that i probably shouldn't be so mean
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america cruz

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Mar 11 2018, 03:40 PM
so last weekend one of my dogs decided to tear the equivalent of her ACL in her knee and i've been all over the place emotionally since....she's getting surgery on tuesday and will be back home on wednesday and i had been planning to have a v peaceful five days off in a row starting wednesday night but alas...i'll be on willow watch during the day and the like. plus i'm getting a switch to keep me occupied as well which means zelda forever

i SHOULD still be around and whatnot but this is more cautionary than anything and i'm always reachable via Skype, discord, texting, etc. or you can shout at jess and she usually knows how to get ahold of me. and if not her, then shelby knows how to as well.

i just have to be watching a dog in a cast and ensuring her sister doesn't kill her out of jealousy and having all the attention
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It was beyond surreal to her that her roommate was now married. The whole thing was so..sudden, and yet here she was. America supposed she really wasn’t in a position to judge him at all...too much...but then she was asked to sing (especially for their first dance) and then of all the things to also witness that day…it just so happened the bane of her existence was the best man. Maybe he wasn’t really the bane of her existence, but...regardless. For how large London was, it was super weird to her that she always seemed to run into the same people no matter where she went. Either she was becoming too predictable, or America was surrounding herself with too many like-minded people. At this point, America had finished her rendition of ‘Make You Feel My Love’ (likely the only time she would ever sing Adele in her life), feeling that at least now that she had finished her main obligation...she could mingle. <p>
At least, that was what her excuse was going to be because once America had downed some blue drink that had a plethora of alcohols mixed together (she hadn’t bothered to ask what it was called) before someone promised to deliver her with another and some shots at some point (America didn’t care, she wasn’t really looking to get completely and totally smashed) but found herself almost instantly hunting down Lucian amongst the people there, ”Hello,” she greeted before cringing. Of course she was going to find herself never escaping from Adele it seemed, correcting herself quickly, ”Or, uh. Hi.” It was weird that they were both at the same wedding reception--he was the best man of her roommate and she had no idea how they knew each other. It also was rather awkward that the two of them were seemingly...matching...with the color scheme of the wedding...and in turn that meant that they were also matching each other. How awkward. ”We have got to stop running into each other like this, people might start thinking it is intentional.”

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America typically enjoyed to spend New Years alone, spending it writing music and watching the fireworks go off in London from wherever she felt was most suitable. She wanted to watch them from the London Eye sometime, but that would involve...well she didn’t feel comfortable doing something like that alone. It seemed like an activity to do with a significant other, at the very least and tacked it onto a list for the future. Instead, she opted to chill on one of the cruise boats that would take her along the Thames so she had a brilliant view of all the fireworks, her fancy journal in her lap with a pen and pencil in front of her to scribble out whatever words flowed to her. <p>
Despite the numerous warnings that stated to keep hands, feet, and all other objects inside the boat (a safety precaution), most of the people around her were too drunk to notice her sitting with her legs dangling off the side of the boat, using the railing as a makeshift table to write with as she zoned out waiting for the sky to light up to ring in the new year. Snapping her out of her gaze, she was bumped into (either by someone drunk or someone got pushed into her), and as a result she practically chucked her pencil into the river, ”Hey, watch it!” she snapped, whipping her head around to glare at whoever it was, watching them feign an apology before looking around to see whoever else was around that she was going to end up hoping they don’t push her in the river either when her gaze fell on a familiar face who sure was annoying (as were his outfits), but regardless, ”Linton, what’re you doing here?” she inquired, ”Trying to blind us before the fireworks start?”


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The morning rush was never a fun time to be a barista, but it was winding down and America found the lull as they just had to mostly make the orders rather than take them give her time to draw pretty pictures in lattes and chat with her coworker. Kavya was fine enough to hang around with at work--America got on enough with her which was saying something, as America was frequently deemed grouchy and that much of a people person. ”Have you mastered the art of pumpkins in latte foam?” she inquired, finishing off one of her own before squinting at the name that was written on the cup and mumbling it out for whoever it belonged to to come grab it. They’d already paid, and the tip jar was over by the register and not by where America was handing out beverages, so she doubted anyone was going to be rude enough to go digging through their tip jar, and even if people got annoyed, they always came back and America was going to continue to roll her eyes at them.<p>

She didn’t even pretend to have exceptional customer service skills--she got the job done and done well, but beyond that...well that was asking a bit too much from her and America was unafraid to say so. America’s phone beeped with the notification of an email, which was likely going to be from the bane of her existence currently about the contract stuff she was meant to look over and never did, and then her being difficult scheduling things didn’t help anything either. She quickly pulled the phone out of her pocket, muting it and doing a quick read over and rolling her eyes some more. ”People are stupid,” she concluded, ”How’s your internet bestie, by the way? Blowing up your phone still over Yu-Gi-Oh or whatever it is you two talk about?” Granted, America hadn’t really inquired much about whomever Kavya spoke to terribly much after the first time the two made idle chit-chat about it, ”At least not making you feel like you’re going to rip your hair out, I hope.” With that, she moved onto the next drink, quickly drawing in a fancy looking leaf, ”Or did he turn out to be a creep?”


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America was aware that Howls was typically crazy around Halloween time, especially around the time of their party. Usually, it was events like that that she avoided on principle of being too anxious, but found herself in a great mood, was asked by some friends to go out for fun, and a killer costume that made her feel fierce...or maybe that was the alcohol that had been coursing through her system? Regardless, she was having a grand time--the bonus five shots had kicked in (and wasn’t something she was expecting, and yet she slammed them all down and immediately wished she had a proper chaser) and she was weaving around the crowds of people trying to find her way back to wherever her friends were off dancing or drinking, which was more difficult when she kept getting handed drinks and being complimented for her costume. As such, America suddenly had two shots in her hands as she was trying keep on moving when she accidentally felt her elbow collide with someone. ”Oh shit, sorry,” she apologized, grinning sheepishly as if that was going to convey her apology better when she realized just who she had elbowed. <p>

”Whoa, hey, small world.” It was likely that this was the best mood Lucian was getting out of her, especially more recently. To say that things were tense and their whole dynamic involved a level of tension that made America want to tear her hair out was an understatement, however, this environment was different. Instead of it being a clear business ploy, they were out and about and perhaps that contributed to her less hostile demeanor (it was probably mostly the alcohol, though). ”Uh, here, have a shot,” she offered, handing it out to him before awkwardly clinking their glasses together and throwing her own shot back, making a face as the alcohol ran down her throat, but her brain was fuzzy and it was only going to get worse, which she was more than fine with at this point. ”So,” she put a hand on hip as she leaned towards him a bit, ”I didn’t take you for the kind of person to run into in the crowd here..”


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