Amber was ready for her date with Liir. She was cleaned up, hair fixed, and she wore a comfy little sundress paired with a light cardigan sweater. She didn't know where they were going but felt she looked decent enough.

Sitting down at her desk to wait for him, she pulled out Cal's story, part one, from her top desk drawer. She'd been wanting to ( Read more... )

Amber sat on the floor with her small daughter. Yes, she'd freaked out and gotten over it real quick. Fandom was like that. The little girl was cute, sweet, and green, and Amber decided she'd like to keep her forever.

Galinda Anne was brushing her hair and Amber thought it so cute. "Do you like brushing my hair, Galinda?"

[Open for the wee one and ( Read more... )

Last night had been amazing. Yes, the part after the prom when she dragged Liir back to his room and yes, well, it had been amazing. It's why she was totally dead to the world this morning, curled against him in his bed, snoring lightly. She only ever snored when she was deeply asleep. Waking up now wouldn't make her very happy. At all.

She was warm ( Read more... )

Dealing with talk show host, Hannibal had been amusing and now Amber, fresh from a shower, was getting ready to go out. Yes, she'd brave the night and the dark places to get to Caritas so she could drink herself into a fine drunken state and pass out later. That way, no nightmares.

She did envy Triela her drugs and possibly edged towards her side ( Read more... )

Triela was wonderful and Amber mumbled that over and over again as her roommate helped her back to the dorms. She then showered, doing her best not to break down at all the blood and gore that washed off and away from her. Oh god. Hannibal shot her and she tried to get at Liir. And... Hurley bit all her fingers off! Closing her eyes hardly helped ( Read more... )

Having already left the theatre, Amber realized as she walked along with her company, that she forgot her bag, and yes she needed that bag because it had her cell phone and other important junk in it. Telling Dinah and Tony she'd hurry and catch back up turned into a slight arguement, but Amber said she'd be just fine, that she'd hurry. Mr. Tennant ( Read more... )

Amber had spent a rather productive day getting her laundry done. Washed, dried, folded, and now put away; she was rather proud of herself as she lazed on her bed, flipping through a trashy romance novel to get to the good parts. She could be shallow at times.

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Whatever. It was totally educational.

ABBA was playing on her stereo system and her door ( Read more... )

Amber sat on her bed, knees to her chest, and stared down at her painted toes. She'd not long gotten off the phone with her ma and the conversation she'd had with her kept repeating itself over and over and over again in her head. So now, after what she'd considered a decision made, she was again questioning herself. Was she doing the right thing? ( Read more... )

Amber sat at her desk and caught up on email. Not that she had a lot, just a few, and yeah so they were all from Lisa. Whatever. Lisa was a great friend and she actually kind of missed her. She'd always wanted to meet her gay brother; Lisa always made him sound so cool and worldly.

Her door was open and she was just chilling, waiting for Hinata to ( Read more... )

Amber was sitting up in bed, surveying the mess in her room (or at least on her side of the room) and groaned. There was candy everywhere, most of it unwrapped and... half chewed up? There was glitter and glue on the floor, crushed Cheetos, and apparently she thought it was a good idea to paint her shoes.

Her mouth and cheeks felt tight and ( Read more... )