Post by ROBIN VICTORIA HALE on Aug 18, 2011 13:02:09 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] "you know what? screw you! i don't need this anymore." the shouting was promptly followed by the heavy slamming of a door - just on time. as if on routine, these were how mornings in the hale household started: some fight between robin and her father, which would ultimately end in her storming out through the front door. today's argument had been about something along the lines of her complete lack of freedom, and how if she were a 'good daughter' she would actually listen to her father, which was countered by some remark about what he ever did to deserve a good daughter. it all ran deeper than that, but she didn't want to think about it for too much longer. she had enough trouble living it. "if the fucking man hates me so much why can't he just let me leave already?" she grumbled under her breath. robin's longing to find her own place, or at least live at school, was a topic of much discussion in her small little family. she wanted to be out on her own. she was twenty years old, for crying out loud. why couldn't he just let her leave him alone? then she wouldn't be around to annoy him and he wouldn't be around to bug her. it seemed like a win-win situation as far as she was concerned. crossing her arms over her chest, she made her way down the drive and onto the sidewalk. they lived right on the outskirts, and it was only about a fifteen minute walk from their house to where the city actually appeared to begin. even though robin wasn't a fan of exercise, especially if it held the risk of making her messily sweaty, she didn't mind as much when the weather was starting to cool down a little bit like it was now. besides, she hadn't been able to get her car up and running for a week now, and there was no way she was asking her dad if she could borrow his. convincing herself to do that would seriously put a damper on her confidence. anyway, she needed coffee. it was a morning requirement, and if she had to live out her day without her much needed amount of caffeine, she became an incredibly cranky person. not like she wasn't cranky in the first place, so adding onto her already established rotten attitude was something that most would much rather avoid. so, after her journey back into the city, she was quick to find her way to a coffee shop. the employees were so familiar with her presence that they pretty much knew her by name, which made it easy for her to go about with minimal interactions with strangers. she hated strangers. they were always so nosy. that, or they tried to be friendly. too friendly. when the day starts like it usually does for her, she's not in the mood for friendly. upon ordering her drink, which takes a lot longer to get to her than she believes it should - because, really, how long does it take for somebody to pour a mug of black coffee - she finds herself a table, where she sits alone. hopefully, if she slumps forward and leans her forehead on the heel of her hand, the people passing by will get the idea that she's pissed off and won't make the mistake of trying to strike up a conversation with her. even if they're oblivious enough to make an attempt, she could tell you right now that playing nice was not on the agenda. CAMILLE , 601 , OUTFIT , SO EXCITED :D |
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