The best way to spend the days of our youth...only not really.

[bandagedbandit]

[After a week of mind-numbing lectures and independent study (or, for certain people, kicking-back in the library with feet up on the desk and complaining at length about how much independent study sucks whilst not actually doing any), it's finally the weekend.

Clarissa and Gold's Saturday afternoon is being spent trawling the town, scouring through every charity shop, second-hand shop, or garage sale they can find. Clarissa lags behind, dragging her feet along the pavement. This isn't her ideal choice of how to spend her precious free time, looking for icky second-hand clothes and other worn-out crap. She'd rather just steal whatever she needs, but she's guessing Mr. Hero over there probably wouldn't put up with such heinous acts of law-breaking. But necessities have to come from somewhere, and seeing as there's barely enough money to scrape together for food right now, full-price shops are not an option. The last week or so has been spent surviving almost entirely on instant noodles, and Clarissa could kill for a steak right now.]

This is stupid, I hate all these scuzzy shops! I'm hungry, let's just quit looking around and go already.

[/MOAN BITCH WHINE]

Comments

[stalkerwithacap.livejournal.com]

You wanna sleep on the ground for another week?

[bandagedbandit]

[...Tch.]

...No. ...Who fucking would? Ugh, how did I even end up having to sleep on the floor again, anyway?

[stalkerwithacap.livejournal.com]

Because you forgot to ask the landlord 'f it was furnished or not when you signed the damn paper. [Or at least that's what he guessed. Y/N/GTFO]

[bandagedbandit]

I didn't think I'd freakin' need to! Who the hell advertises their place as 'student accommodation' and then doesn't even bother to provide, you know, basics to live, like beds and fridges and shit?! That bloody idiot of a landlord, that's who!

[Clarissa takes out her rage on an unassuming rubbish bin as they pass it, her steel-toe-capped boots slamming heavily into thick plastic, before she places the sole of her boot near the top and shoves the thing over completely, junk spilling out into the alley. Satisfied, she resumes walking, still huffing and fuming to herself.]

...If you knew about this you could've told me. Y'know instead of letting me turn up to an empty room.

[stalkerwithacap.livejournal.com]

Hey at least we got a stove.
And you don't wanna be seen doing that.

[bandagedbandit]

Screw that! I don't care if people get pissy with me, they can just get the fuck out. This sucks!

[Three nights in a row spent sleeping on a hard wooden floor with only piles of clothes for a bed might have pushed Clarissa's mood into worse territory than usual. ...Or not. It's hard to tell with her.]

Geez, why is it taking this long just to find a bed?!

[stalkerwithacap.livejournal.com]

[This is what camping matresses are for!]
And maybe you should calm the fuck down. Won't get you anywhere.
Look, there's a second hand furniture shop there.

[bandagedbandit]

[She never goes conventional camping as it is, and having to camp-out on the floor of her student accommodation was not high on her priorities list for starting at uni, okay]

Shut up! You're not the one who has to sleep on the floor, you don't get to tell me to calm down!

[THIS IS ANGRIEST ENTRANCE TO A SHOP EVER. Door goes flying open and slams against the adjacent wall with a bang before Clarissa whirls inside and starts stomping around, searching high and low for a bed.]