Bonnie James Byrne (_spitfyre) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-07-19 12:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-13, bonnie, ryan |
WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON
Who: BJ, Ryan, familiars, and hell... open to anyone in the neighborhood who hears the screaming, idgaf
When: Noonish
Where: Byrne's backyard
It really should have been a great day.
Okay, so BJ had had some weird dream about a single dad and an apartment full of plants. He'd had a really fat cat and one of his two daughters had a face like pure evil, but you know. Whatever. She'd had much weirder dreams in her life, and despite the fact that this dream was kind of nagging at her - for some reason she felt like this guy really existed and she needed to meet him - she was able to ignore it. Gorgeous day! Yesterday had been yucky! She was going to go outside. Yup, that was the plan. She'd put on a bikini, grabbed her ipod and a towel, and headed into the backyard to work on her tan. Which was kind of difficult. Redheads didn't really tan well. BJ had two colors: white and red. That was it. But honestly, she was still kind of in denial. She would figure out how to tan, it had to just all be in the lotions. Sure, that was it. Fuck it, either way. She was going outside. End of story.
She spread her towel out on the grass and stretched out, with Endellion mirroring the action in the grass. BJ sighed contentedly and closed her eyes, and for a while just enjoyed doing nothing in the sun.
But then there was that buzzing, and it was really getting on her nerves. She tried to ignore it, but, well... a Byrne not giving in to their annoyances was a rare thing. She turned her head and opened her eyes, just in time to notice a bee land on one of the flowers outside her bedroom window. Wrinkling her nose in distaste, BJ pointed her finger at the bee, and set her mind to blowing the little fucker up.
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...That was not what happened. Suddenly the flower was twice the size it had been before, and the bee was buzzing around in confusion.
BJ jerked to a sitting position, and after staring at the flower a moment longer, worked hard at making something - anything catch fire. Absolutely nothing happened. Well, that wasn't strictly true. The flowers were doing really well. But she wasn't lighting anything on fire why wasn't anything catching fire she was supposed to be good at this oh my God oh my God-- BJ began screaming as if the world was ending. Because in her mind, it might as well have been.