Post by Amber Craze James on Jan 31, 2013 20:52:20 GMT -5
Amber fixed the fedora on top of her head. This was so stupid. Why had she agreed to this? Because she was the crazy, insane Apollo child that she had always been, of course. But still; this one was a little extreme. A rap battle with James Darkwood? She had decided that her rap name was Fedora a long time ago, but she decided to shove that down. Sure, she could rap extremely well (for a white girl), and she could probably beat him... But really? She shrugged to herself. She didn't care if she was humiliated. Besides, something had told her to wear lots of bling and weird clothes like a normalish rapper. That meant that she didn't mind it too much... Right?
Amber sighed, walking out the door of her cabin to where she was going to meet James. She sat down on a stool somewhere around and waited. She started compiling a list of stuff to use in her rapping. It was bound to not get far, considering that they were both white nerds (Amber more than James) but that was fine. Fun was fun, after all.
When she saw the head of James, she stood up. "Alright, so these are the terms. Keep going until someone stutters or has to stop to think. Winner gets to..." Amber bit her lip, thinking. "Winner gets to be Supreme Rapper for a week and has bragging rights for a month. Got it?" Yeah, so that didn't really matter; she was sure that no one cared what the winner got to do, but she just had to set standards. "Who goes first?"
Without thinking more, Amber pulled out a coin. "Heads or tails?" She said, trying to smile. It still hurt to smile, but she tried to shove the pain down. A week ago, her stomach would have been rumbling, her having not eaten all day, but now her body seemed to be accustomed to not getting food. And she was skinny! Skinnnyyyy! She used that one word to ward off the bad thoughts, completely unaware of how wrong she was to assume that skinny was a good thing.
outfit; click~
notes; sorry, shorter then I intended.
muse; good.
words; almost 400.