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3 yrs ago
Current bubble bees
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3 yrs ago
the world was macaroni
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somebody once told me
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3 yrs ago
boy do I hate the history section of a CS
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trash trashed trash
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Bio

About Me

Don't listen to what my profile says, I haven't been here for seven years (or whatever it says). I actually 'joined' on 19th Feb 2015, which makes it almost five years!

I'm not too confident in myself, but I like most of the things I write so I count that as a pass. Even less confident about interacting with people online (how do you read reactions and emotions through only text and know for certain if you haven't actually pissed off the other person or weirded them out or???) but I give it a shot from time to time 'cause I like role playing and that evens out. I've only just gotten back into it after a couple years, though, so I'm taking one RP at a time.

(also hey a somewhat decent description of me instead of a one-liner, that's nice)
Preferences

Fine with most things. More specifically, uncomfortable with smut and slash, incompetent at historical genres (okay I can write it passably with research but I just wanna write and not think too much about it), and totally in love with fantasy, sandbox and slice of life. Granted, fantasy does hand out free headaches with all the rules and things needed to have worldbuilding with solid foundations, but at least you get to describe cool, flashy magic, right?
Others

I love cats. Also a Muslim. Think that's about it.

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K I M B E V E R I D G E

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Location | Misfits meeting place
Interacting with | Emi @NeoAC, Val @Dirty Pretty Lies, Nate @spooner, Sami @BrutalBx

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Huh. They'd actually gotten an explanation. Granted, the details were a little skimmed over - okay, a lot - but it was better than the usual spiel of nothing. Jules didn't seem to think so, though. Kim watched as he stomped away in a fit of anger.

She sat down by the picnic table, sucking idly on her straw. It was probably a good time to start moving her stuff into the RV, but it was also probably, in all likelihood, their last time here together. The waves she'd surfed (or tried to) with Val, the silence she'd shared with Sami, the walks with Jules, the games with Emi and Nate - they'd all happened here. Of course they'd been to plenty of other places together, but this was theirs. This was the sanctuary they shared when they needed a home away from home. It was the place where they had first gathered as a motley crew of misfits. And now? They were the Misfits. (To be honest, Kim wasn't sure why the capitalisation meant that others held a little more regard for their label. High school politics was weird.)

'You know, all drama aside,' she said, to no one in particular, 'I'm really gonna miss this place.'

A minute later saw Jules coming back, mollified but still upset, and Kim drummed her fingers on the wooden tabletop as he stormed into the RV.

She stood up, sauntering towards her belongings. 'Guess it's time to hit the road. I call dibs on the bottom bunk bed!' She glanced at Val on the way, smirking. 'Might wanna change soon, Val.'
I've been eyeing this RP for a while but I haven't made a decision yet since it's not the usual stuff I go for. What happens if a character is pro-liquid emotion? How would they fit into the rebellion plot? Would they even be part of the rebellion?
K I M  B E V E R I D G E

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Location | Misfits meeting place
Interacting with | Emi @NeoAC, Val @Dirty Pretty Lies, Sami @BrutalBx

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She didn't have to wait long, it seemed. Almost as soon Sami finished speaking, the others came trickling in, one after the other. She nodded back at Jules, the corner of her lips quirking up at the nickname. Then came Nate, then Emi, then Val - emerging from the water like the soaking hot mess she was - and their little group was complete. Kim winked back at Val's air kiss, then watched with mild amusement at the banter between Emi and Val.

Setting down her messenger bag on top of her suitcase, Kim shook out her hair, then adjusted her denim jacket. The weather was perfect for a swim. A twinge of regret passed through her as she stared at the waves. Maybe she should take a page out of Val's book and come earlier - like dawn earlier - next time. Then she glanced over at Val and changed her mind. It was probably for the best that she wouldn't drip all over Sami's RV's flooring on her first time inside it.

Enough self-reflection. Her frappe was waiting. Walking over to the picnic table, Kim swiped her drink and as soon as the bittersweet slush hit her tastebuds, she closed her eyes. Coffee - the best kind of drug there was. Maybe she should've just straight-up gotten an espresso or an all-black coffee instead of a frappe. This was what she asked for, though, and it was just as good, so could she really complain?

'I don't know about your wedding plans, but I'm pretty much in love with this frappe.' She took another sip, then gestured the drink at Emi. 'Thanks Emi.'

Jules started to join in with a quip about Las Vegas, but at his sudden outburst, Kim twisted around, still drinking. Then she paused, pulling the drink away from her mouth.

It wasn't that surprising a sight. With Sami's temper and tendency to respond to certain problems with violence, they'd all seen him hurt at one point or another. As Jules whirled away in a hurricane of aggressive concern and returned with ice, Kim only raised an eyebrow at Sami.

She didn't say anything. What could she say? Questions like 'Are you okay?' or 'What happened?' were fruitless when it came to Sami - she already knew the answer would be some variation of, '
I'm fine, don't worry about it.' The guy clammed up tighter than a pickle jar when it came to his own problems.

Even so, expecting this particular band of friends not to worry was ridiculous, especially after all this time. She went back to drinking her frappe, but her reproving gaze lingered on him, awaiting his response. At the very least, they deserved an explanation about the fact that the vehicle was maybe probably almost definitely stolen.

Who knew? Maybe hell felt like freezing over today.
K I M B E V E R I D G E

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Location | Misfits meeting place
Time | 11:50 AM
Interacting with | Sami @BrutalBx

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'This here the place?'

Kim glanced out the taxi window. With the sun climbing up to its throne at the sky's peak, the chatter of people milling around Santa Monica Pier was a soft murmur through the glass pane. Distant screams from Playland Arcade joined in, a sporadic accompaniment to the background noise.

'Yeah.' She handed over the cash for the fare. 'Thanks for the ride.'

Stepping out of the taxi, the noise of the pier hit her full on. She sighed, then slipped her hand into the pocket of her denim jacket, turning up the volume of her MP3. Snug in her ears were her earpieces and the strums of a ukulele drowned out the incomprehensible conversations of the people around her. Stepping round to the boot of the taxi, she retrieved her four-wheeled suitcase, then watched as the taxi drove off.

This wasn't quite where she was supposed to be, but Kim had wanted the opportunity to walk off what had happened this morning. Figured her mum would bring up her self-improvement shtick right before she left. Things had been going so well too! Her parents had been willing to let her go on this road trip - her mum wouldn't stop throwing in advice on what to bring and what to wear, and her dad kept warning her about dangers on the road. There hadn't been a single mention about her grades or school or the impending future that Kim wasn't at all thinking about.

Then Kim had stood by the door, said her goodbyes, and her mum did that sad smiling thing that she always did when she was about to say something that made Kim want to run into the woods, climb a tree, and never come back down.

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When you're out there experiencing what life has to offer, I hope you'll give some thought on what you're going to do in the coming months. You could've done better, but...well. We can't change what's passed. But you can do better, Kimberly. We know you can.'

Well, they knew wrong then. Kim heaved out a breath, pausing where she'd been walking on the pavement. She hadn't reacted with an outburst or anything, but leaving for a road trip that would last who knew how long after a tart, 'Okay mum.' wasn't exactly a good feeling.

'Are you tired of me yet?
I'm a little sick right now, but I swear,
When I'm ready I will fly us out of here.'

'Okay, yeah, no,' muttered Kim. No pathetic fallacy here right now, even if it was the music version. She took out her MP3 and switched to a 45-minute synthwave mix. Bless Odysseus - she wouldn't know where else to get her ideal chill music fix. Then she released her suitcase handle and clapped both hands to her cheeks.

Game face on. She wasn't here to mope about things she couldn't change. She was here to hang out with her friends who'd been with her through high school and enjoy all the things the road trip would bring. No mum, no dad, just her and the Misfits. 'Once I actually get to the place, anyway,' she thought, grabbing hold of her suitcase and continuing on. Fortunately, it wasn't long before a familiar food truck appeared, the logo of The Great American FriesTM slapped on its backside in all its orange glory. Not far behind was a majestic RV, with a slightly less majestic Sami bent under its hood, singing as he apparently...worked on its engine? He had a wrench in his hand so Kim assumed he was doing something to the RV. She lugged her suitcase up by the RV's door, taking a moment to disentangle her earpiece - it kept catching on the shoulder strap of her travel sling bag - and lowered the volume of her music.

'Hey,' she said, not at all pleased that she managed to snag some time with Sami by herself. 'Guess I'm a little early, huh?' She looked around, as if the others would start appearing out of thin air. They didn't. 'Any update on when the others are arriving?'


@Vox Honestly, Kim feels like that's how she's gonna be with everyone: not too close with anyone, but can get along with (most) everyone. But yeah, we'll see how it'll turn out once the RP starts going!


I await your criticism. Please feel free to tear this to pieces.


aka very interested
Reserving face claim of Carolyn Lagatutta for a female Misfit, Kimberly Beveridge, with FFB6C1 for colour. :)
Heya, another interested user here. If there's still space, I'd like being a Misfit, but I wouldn't mind being someone in the first city/rest stop or a tagalong with one of the Gearheads.
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