A nightmare

Text @Gabby

Mon, 11 Jun 2012 00:31:39 -0400

Melanie: I know who you did last summer.
Gabby: Really? Because I can't even remember.

Boredom never seems to suit me.

Sat, 09 Jun 2012 23:30:19 -0400

There is nothing quite as depressing as realizing this shit town is what I call home.

Wed, 06 Jun 2012 23:06:31 -0400

Well if that’s the case then what are you still doing here? I’m pretty sure there are other places lacking a resident bitch. As you can see, this town already has far too much of those and yes, me included.

This town also has too many sticks, but thankfully you’re here doing your civic duty to clean up the park by sticking them so far up your ass. I have to stay to be sure all your hard work is recognized, who else would applaud you for your true talents at swallowing all that your mouth consumes. It’s a tough job being such a good friend to such a heinous bitch, but out of the goodness in my heart I do it for you.

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Wed, 06 Jun 2012 22:49:17 -0400

There is nothing quite as depressing as realizing this shit town is what I call home.

Wed, 06 Jun 2012 22:46:15 -0400

b-wtch:

Tell me about it.

Well, alright then. I realize I have to share the same air wit the irrelevant people with superiority complexes such as yourself. I’d say I was overjoyed, but that would be a total lie.

There is nothing quite as depressing as realizing this shit town is what I call home.

Wed, 06 Jun 2012 22:18:39 -0400

I'm kinda bored...

Fri, 01 Jun 2012 21:08:16 -0400

xthatgilbertgirl:

I would be too if not a single thing about me was original, even my own face was a boring copy of old bitches. Sucks to suck.

So, what is there to do here?

Thu, 31 May 2012 22:54:32 -0400

gimmepie-winchester:

What do you have in mind?

Why don’t you meet me at the bar and on your way there see if your little brain can come up with any ideas on your own.

Bonnie and Clyde || Gabby & Melanie

Thu, 31 May 2012 22:31:00 -0400

m-harmon:

Working at the Grill was not quite what she’d imagined it would be. Instead of laughing teenagers and teachers poring over old textbooks, she was stuck with the dirt-encrusted drunks with wandering hands. That night, she was working a later shift, which meant when she got out she harbored more anger than usual. She lit a cigarette, stomping her way out of the bar in her uniform of black shorts and top, lost in her thoughts as usual. A week ago, she was a bartender working on saving enough money to get her father the help he needed, or waiting for him to die so she could leave Mystic Falls. Now, she was a murderer and a freak, and though she didn’t quite understand everything that was happening to her, she knew she’d never be the same.

Nearly jumping out of her skin as Gabby spoke, she was one step away from pinning the girl against the wall, but hers was a voice and a face Melanie would always remember. Not out of anything more than platonic friendship, as Gabby always said, they didn’t come straighter than Melanie. Rather, the only person she hadn’t grown apart from, well…ever. She didn’t enjoy so-called ‘friendship’ with anyone else, even with guys. It was acquaintances or enemies with her, but Gabby Torres was the exception to the rule.

“Jesus, Gab, I almost killed you,” Melanie spoke after regaining her composure. With a roll of her eyes she was back to her usual self. She pushed the other girl away as her teeth scraped Melanie’s lip, wiping her mouth off. “Gross, bitch, gross.” She followed Gabby into her car, for once without protest, not bothering with the seatbelt. Who needs seatbelts when you’re technically dead? “I wasn’t aware you could find an adventure within two hundred miles of this place. Are we jet-setting to Atlantic City or something?”

Gabby let out a scoff at Melanie’s belief that near death was truly an issue. “Yeah, you’d kill me then I’d come right back from the dead. It’s a habit I’ve picked up.” There were people in this town who could sense what Gabby was, or wasn’t, from a mile away, but not Melanie. It happened frequently now that she dropped hints such as these, usually her voice sounding sarcastic, but there was always a truth that she was in fact dead. She trusted the her which was naive, but made her want to protect her. Gabby may no longer be the exact person that Melanie grew up with, but she considered her the one person in this town who she could not bear without.

“You know me” Gabby cackled peeling onto a back road, “there is always fun to be had when you’re in my company.” A few miles passed as she sped along the dirt road only light by the dim light of the moon. She felt herself become progressively more comfortable as they pulled further away from the town as if she was escaping the secrets that plagued everyone there. “I won’t kill you, calm your tits.” Gabby laughed as they approached their destination. What stood in front of them when they parked was a traditional red painted barn, long abandoned the red paint chipping away after years of weathering. It was where she came to be herself, where the occasionally killing occurred and the true demon often emerged. “Get out of the car, Mel.” She smiled opening her door and walking towards the barn. “There are things that you have to know.” Gabby called back at her friend as she entered the dark ara.

Leaning against what have once been a stable, Gabby waited for Melanie to enter. “Well because beating around the bush is an awful waste of time I’ll just start with the biggest truth and work from there. I’m a demon.” She said glancing casually at her nail beds which were in desperate need of a fix and waited for a reaction. “I also know exactly what you are. I knew before you actually, which was quite annoying. You took your time with popping your murder cherry.” This time she finally looked up, flashing her teeth as she threw her head back in a laugh. “It gets easier with time, actually it gets fun.”

So, what is there to do here?

Wed, 30 May 2012 17:36:44 -0400

gimmepie-winchester:

Woah, let’s not insult the intelligence of Dean Winchester, shall we?

No, I wouldn’t want to do that now would I.

I have a proposition for you. Why don’t you just keep that sexy grin and stop with the words. I can think of much better things that will keep you preoccupied then trying to be logical.

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Wed, 30 May 2012 16:39:25 -0400

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Wed, 30 May 2012 00:54:30 -0400

Seriously, this town needs population control.

Wed, 30 May 2012 00:00:00 -0400

b-wtch:

You can always help everyone out with that problem by skipping town.

Or you could take that stick out your ass and go fuck of yourself.

Text @Gabby

Tue, 29 May 2012 23:47:56 -0400

Melanie: That's not entirely true, you don't know about all of my conquests. I'm just glad you're not groping me in my sleep, eventually I am going to feed you to Jodie Foster if you keep it up.
Gabby: Oh don't be such a sour puss, I'll grope you during the day if you really want me to. I may need to start invading your personal space if you keep secrets from me. You know that I live off angst.
Melanie: I keep my angst in a special section of my black little heart, just for you. It's not a secret, you just haven't asked. Anyway, I'm not having much luck in that department, not that I care. Grope away, but I'm adding Rosie to the list.
Gabby: Fine, well then stingy bitch whore you owe me the goods. You're lucky I even put up with you anyways.

So, what is there to do here?

Tue, 29 May 2012 23:40:34 -0400

gimmepie-winchester:

Color you interested? I’m sorry, I’m not used to hearing linguo like that. Nice to meet you Gabby.

Perfect. You’re pretty but not so smart. It’s always much more fun that way.

Text @Gabby

Tue, 29 May 2012 23:34:35 -0400

So, what is there to do here?

Tue, 29 May 2012 23:30:55 -0400

gimmepie-winchester:

The strange blonde addition to this shitty town’s name is Dean Winchester, just so you’re aware.

Dean? Winchester? Color me interested. If you must know, the name’s Gabby.

Text @Gabby

Tue, 29 May 2012 23:23:45 -0400

Melanie: Try to control your whoremoans Gab, some of us working class folk gotta sleep.
Gabby: It's not my fault that all you waste all your good slut energy at your place of employment. You should be proud, at least he has a penis.

So, what is there to do here?

Tue, 29 May 2012 23:22:50 -0400

gimmepie-winchester:

Well well, someone who gets straight to the point. I like it.

I never found subtly very appealing or really saw the point in it at all. It’s such a drag how everyone beats around the bush. You, the strange blonde addition to this shitty town, are someone I would prefer to meet without clothes on.

Seriously, this town needs population control.

Tue, 29 May 2012 23:13:34 -0400

mysticbarbie:

Or maybe we could just take the Welcome to Mystic Falls sign down and replace it with we don’t like outsiders go the hell away?

Honestly all the new additions are kind of fun.

I like you when you’re bitchy and plotting. It’s a sexy side of blondey that you hide way to often. Put away your ballerina slippers and play with those big sharp teeth you have. I might just start listening to the words that come out of your mouth instead of assuming that they’re all about streamers or party planning.

The newbies are only fun to suck on. It’s when they try to acknowledge a sort of personal identity that makes me want to vomit.