- Invitation Status
- Looking for partners
- Posting Speed
- One post per day
- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
- Slow As Molasses
- Writing Levels
- Advanced
- Prestige
- Preferred Character Gender
- No Preferences
- Genres
- Fantasy, politics, historical fiction, romance
[fieldbox=Genna Ritter; Flamboyant Friend, silver]"You need to grow a pair, Bracky. You can't be so angry all the time." Genna brought the cigarette to her lips, breathing in the sweet poison and blowing out the smoke into the air. "Your temper with your phone really pissed me off. Why'd you have to throw it? How can I get ahold of you to bitch about my day?"
"Enough. I know." Brackston pulled out the new phone, recently purchased, and began adjusting his settings with a sigh. "I just get so pissed when people make me out to be a bad guy. I'm not. Gets on my nerves is all."
"Then don't be an asshole. Telling someone to piss off and then throwing your phone like a baby was a douche move. It's like...worse than what I would do."
"You haven't seen the things I've seen, Genna."
"No. I haven't. But I can't make your image better if you're not gonna help me make it better! Geez, Bracky. Work with me here. People are asshats. Gotta deal with it, and I know you're better than your anger." She picked up one of the throw pillows on his couch and looked it over, smiling. "I'm leaving. And this is cute, so I'm taking it."
Brackston gave a dismissive wave of his hand. "Fine, fine. You comin' over tonight?"
"Yeah. I'll pick up some cherry vodka on the way over, too. See ya then!" Genna gave a cheery wave and left with her prize, hugging the pillow as she descended the elevator to leave the expensive apartment that her best friend inhabited. Reaching her car, the agent pulled out her phone and began flipping through useless messages of people she didn't care about half as much as anyone else, until a peculiar set of words drew her eye.
Genna, you didn't tell me the girl was blind! Her dog is so cute! So many people here to see! xoxo
"Dammit Jane, you stupid media skank. I hate you. Don't text me." Genna groaned and tossed her phone in the passenger seat, turning on the car and pulling out of the garage.
"Guess I gotta go save Bracky's girlfriend now. What a fun little twist to my day."
The Kelley home was swarmed in media and paparazzi presence, clicking cameras and microphones and shouting calls, and Genna was having none of it. She muttered curses under her breath as she put her car in park and opened the driver's door to yell at the invading forces.
"Everyone, everyone!" she shouted in a shrill voice, grabbing their attention almost immediately. "Mister Banks will be having a conference thingy to tell all of you annoying rats what's going on. Okay? Okay. Leave the blind girl alone or I'll call the damn cops. Okay. Bye bye. Yes, you too."
"But we were just--"
"Shut up, Jane, nobody likes you." Genna forced her way through the throngs of media personnel and into the Kelley home promptly, without an invitation, without any form of acceptance. She closed the door, locked it, and turned to the family huddled in the center of the room with a smile as if this were the sort of thing she dealt with daily.
"Hello fat man. Nice lady. Blind girl. I'm Genna Ritter, Brackston Banks' agent. You must be the Kelleys?"[/fieldbox]
"Enough. I know." Brackston pulled out the new phone, recently purchased, and began adjusting his settings with a sigh. "I just get so pissed when people make me out to be a bad guy. I'm not. Gets on my nerves is all."
"Then don't be an asshole. Telling someone to piss off and then throwing your phone like a baby was a douche move. It's like...worse than what I would do."
"You haven't seen the things I've seen, Genna."
"No. I haven't. But I can't make your image better if you're not gonna help me make it better! Geez, Bracky. Work with me here. People are asshats. Gotta deal with it, and I know you're better than your anger." She picked up one of the throw pillows on his couch and looked it over, smiling. "I'm leaving. And this is cute, so I'm taking it."
Brackston gave a dismissive wave of his hand. "Fine, fine. You comin' over tonight?"
"Yeah. I'll pick up some cherry vodka on the way over, too. See ya then!" Genna gave a cheery wave and left with her prize, hugging the pillow as she descended the elevator to leave the expensive apartment that her best friend inhabited. Reaching her car, the agent pulled out her phone and began flipping through useless messages of people she didn't care about half as much as anyone else, until a peculiar set of words drew her eye.
Genna, you didn't tell me the girl was blind! Her dog is so cute! So many people here to see! xoxo
"Dammit Jane, you stupid media skank. I hate you. Don't text me." Genna groaned and tossed her phone in the passenger seat, turning on the car and pulling out of the garage.
"Guess I gotta go save Bracky's girlfriend now. What a fun little twist to my day."
The Kelley home was swarmed in media and paparazzi presence, clicking cameras and microphones and shouting calls, and Genna was having none of it. She muttered curses under her breath as she put her car in park and opened the driver's door to yell at the invading forces.
"Everyone, everyone!" she shouted in a shrill voice, grabbing their attention almost immediately. "Mister Banks will be having a conference thingy to tell all of you annoying rats what's going on. Okay? Okay. Leave the blind girl alone or I'll call the damn cops. Okay. Bye bye. Yes, you too."
"But we were just--"
"Shut up, Jane, nobody likes you." Genna forced her way through the throngs of media personnel and into the Kelley home promptly, without an invitation, without any form of acceptance. She closed the door, locked it, and turned to the family huddled in the center of the room with a smile as if this were the sort of thing she dealt with daily.
"Hello fat man. Nice lady. Blind girl. I'm Genna Ritter, Brackston Banks' agent. You must be the Kelleys?"[/fieldbox]