Anya Kalinnikov
11 February 1979 @ 01:20 am
LUDO  
UGH!

This boy was going to seriosuly be in a lot of pain if he was trying to mess with her best friend. He knew that she had a complicated relationship with Ralph! That wasn't fair! He wasn't allowed to just go around kissing people like that, because that was totally messed up! She had been with Miranda when she was crying and upset, and really really pissed off at Ralph, and now that Ludo was just going around kissing her, she wanted to scream because...ugh, Miranda had a way of attracting jerks.

Not that she always thought that Ralph was a jerk, but recently he was a big one. And so was Ludo. But Ludo was usually a jerk, so this wasn't much of a surprise.

Looking around, Gillian sneaked into the empty classroom where she had told Ludo to meet her, pacing around with her arms crossed over her chest, only looking to the door when the blonde walked in. "Sit." She placed one hand on her hip as she pointed to a nearby desk with her other, taking her own seat ontop of the teachers desk at the front of the room.

"Now talk. Explain. Give me a reason to not punch you in the neck."
 
 
Otto Bagman
11 February 1979 @ 08:39 pm
HUFFLEFLUFF  
Otto really didn't understand how he was related to Ludo, sometimes. With the girl drama, and the...well, every other kind of drama, he could swear that they weren't related at all. He was a person who tried to avoid conflict! Sure, he was a bit of a prankster but that didn't mean he got in trouble a lot. Well, most of the time he didn't. So how his younger brother seemed to attact trouble, he didn't know. But, because he was his brother, he tried to help him out the best he could, even if he seriously just couldn't understand why Ludo had such crappy luck when it came to girls. Not that he didn't have any girlfriends, but they always had baggage.

Currently, the older of the Bagman brothers was laying flopped out on his couch, his journal resting on the table beside him, waiting to see if Ludo would reply back to his last comment that he had written him. His hands were resting beneath his head as he stared at the ceiling, distracting himself by trying to figure out how that big dent had gotten there. Brows furrowed together as he tried to think back on what could have caused it, tilting his head to the side, as though this would help.

"...what the hell?"

His words were mumbled, since he didn't think anyone else was near enough to answer the rhetorical question. He just figured he'd verbalize his curiosity.
 
 
◘  я j f  ◘
11 February 1979 @ 09:32 pm
 
Ralph pulled the book closer to his chest and leaned back into his chair, letting the book jut into his stomach as he read the same sentence he had been looking at for the past ten minutes. For some reason, he couldn't really focus and honestly enough, he didn't feel like doing anything either. Too many things we racing through his head. Or at least occupying his focus. It wasn't a lot of things, but they were big things that tended to take up a lot of thought-thinking and--- yes. He definitely needed some sleep.

Letting out a sigh, Ralph pushed the book back into the middle of the table. )