Erica Reed (reederica) wrote in expresslogs, @ 2012-09-05 20:56:00 |
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Current music: | "Barbie Girl" by Aqua |
Entry tags: | !open, !plot, {erica reed, {nick cutter, ~nix |
Characters: Erica Reed and open
When: Wednesday afternoon
Location: Gym Car
Warnings/Rating: The usual with Erica. Her language and more so than normal because I'm evil and picked out such a funny song for her.
Summary: Erica's working out when she sings a song that pisses her off.
Status: Open, ongoing
This singing crap was getting on Erica’s last nerve. Last time she had sang and so far she had been lucky in being left alone, but she tried not to think about it much or she would probably end up singing. She was still confused by whatever happened with Cato considering she had been looking forward to kicking his ass. He might have been bigger than her, but she knew how to handle herself along with all the weak spots on people. Came from all the years of watching her dad, hanging out with him, and the hell her mother put her through. Erica hated her mother more than anything, but she had to thank the woman for turning her into one tough bitch that didn’t let anyone walk all over her. Cato backed out though and she had no issues or at least none that gave her the right to attack him causing her to back off. Erica like every single day found herself in the gym to work out. Back in prison she had time to work out or the fact that she was always chasing down the bad man kept her in shape, especially when she had two pansy ass criminals who were afraid of being shot. Erica refused to let herself be afraid of anything because that was weakness and weaknesses would get you killed. Entering the gym car with her dark hair pulled out of her face with her normal white tank top and jeans on she started out on the punching bag. In the middle of working on her punches, she found herself wanting to sing as she tried to fight the urge like her life depended on it. The need to sing won out as the song slipped from her lips: I’m a Barbie girl in the Barbie world. Life in plastic, it’s fantastic. You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere. Imagination, life is your creation. I’m a blonde single girl in the fantasy world. Dress me up, take your time, I’m your dollie. God that sounded like something her daughter would listen to and the fact that the train had her singing the stupidest song she ever heard pissed her the fuck off. What the fuck? Plus Erica wasn’t even blonde, but she figured that wasn’t the point of the song. No, the idea of her being a Barbie or anything like that was the most annoying thing ever. If anyone tried to treat her like a doll or something like that she would have broken something on their body. Actually, she hoped this song wasn’t one her daughter listened to cause it was so stupid, but she knew her baby daddy and he would allow their daughter to listen to it just to bug Erica. Slamming her fist into the punching bag, shaking her head as she glanced around to make sure no one heard Erica singing that stupid song. Just what she needed was that song to have people thinking she was a softy or something. The train and the people behind the train were begging for the biggest ass kicking of their life once she got ahold of them. |