Meghan Victoria Fay (forgottenorkney) wrote in britannia_ny, @ 2009-10-04 19:27:00 |
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Current location: | outside The Round Table |
Current mood: | pissy |
Current music: | Dimmu Borgir ~ Entrance |
Entry tags: | gary wilkinson, jasper marks, meghan fay, oliver fay |
An Fay Outing (Open RP)
So, shifts at the Pizza Palace aside, Meghan didn't have a whole lot to do with herself. It wasn't like Britannia was teaming with life, really. Sure, okay, if you wanted a cup of coffee or a greasy spoon atmosphere, then this was your place. Going for walks was a keen pastime. And if you could get over the pretentious houses or stupid little cottages, then sure, okay, she guessed the lake was pretty. But after spending your whole life in one little town, eventually you ran out of ways to entertain yourself.
Taking classes online wasn't as time consuming as she'd hoped. Really, the gen-ed courses were kind of horribly easy. Maybe it was because her teachers in high school hadn't let anybody get away with anything. Seriously, they'd been total assholes sometimes. Especially Professor Brown.
Some days, she kind of missed that. Not that she'd admit to it, even under pain of torture.
So yeah, all in all, way too much time to sit around the house and listen to her mom go into drunken fits. It wasn't exactly good times. Seriously, she'd rather put a fork in her eye. Repeatedly.
Which meant she was early as hell to pick up Oliver from his after school job. Because honestly, if she had to spend one more second inside that house today, she might just kill someone. Pulling up in front of the bakery, Meg popped her earbuds in, turned on Dimmu Borgir full blast, and got out of the car. She didn't really feel like going in - something about the place just...got to her, she didn't know why - so she gave Olly a wave through the window and then propped herself up outside, sitting on the ground and letting the thundering beat block out everything else.