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♡ ┈┈ ꔫ ┈┈ ♛ → EVEN AS THE ITEM WAS handed to her and the purchase was finalized , Chrissy's gaze never left the price, forcing herself to memorize every last detail ; he would be repaid for this kindness, even if he found it under his car seat or in his dashboard or under his mattress -- somehow... Of this, Chrissy was certain she could accomplish! It's almost intoxicating being around Eddie when it came to disobeying ; all her life she'd been taught to be this obedient little doll, but now? She was at a metal concert with the school freak and was about to pay him back for the shirt he'd just bought her as a gift!

As he handed the fabric to her, she leaned in and gave it a tiny sniff, glossed lips pulled back into delicate smile. This scent was different than the ones she was used to. It smelled...dank like it was left in the sunlight and the scent of dew was buried into its fabric, unlike the ones inside the stores that her mother forced her into ; she could only hope he wouldn't judge her for this.

❝ I love it!, Eddie! ❞ She managed as they wandered toward the bathrooms, sneakers already knowing they'd require a good wash when she left from here, but, for once, a little dirt didn't bother her ; for once, she felt..safe, happy, not thinking about the devil that haunted her nightmares. It was enough. Whatever they did today, was enough for her to finally breathe, and, thankfully, the music would be loud enough to ward off the creature -- much like Halloween costumes used to ward off bad spirits in the older days. With Eddie, she could be safe, she could share this, she didn't feel so ostracized or lonely...

Pulling the shirt close to her chest, she'd sheepishly nod her head as she'd scamper inside the dirty-looking restrooms, the women's seeming to have less visitors than the men's for once, a relief to her as she took the time to pull closed the stall door and lock it. Shaky breath, her movements starting to slow as she began to undress, remembering --

CHRISSY, OPEN THE DOOR!

The haunted screams of her mother -- no, whatever it was -- from that day. The bangs that sounded off the walls, horrifying, telling her that she was fat and ugly and a pig. Eyelids fluttered halfway as feet instinctively moved to the back of the stall and her voice began, trembling, to hum as her jacket is thrown over the door as new shirt was placed over her old one, fitting with enough room to keep it from being snug on her. What a relief...

Breaths pulled inward, she reached for her jacket -- 1, 2, 3, 4 -- and pulling it around her waist, tying it once then twice, tightly to ensure it wouldn't fall off during the concert (perfect). One more time doe eyes check beneath the stall door, ensuring there weren't any grotesque feet awaiting her...

The door creaked open, head peering out, giving the bathroom a suspicious once over, the other women in there, their big puffy hairdos, giving her a returned stare. Strawberry blonde locks fell over her shoulder as she managed across the room to the sink, staring at herself in this new outfit ; she looked...metal.

Cherry pink lip gloss is reapplied in the mirror, a giggle leaving her, the mental strain of the stall claustrophobia fell further behind in memory. This would prelude her excusing herself from the restroom as she ducked around the other ladies, who were definitely more metal than her, and stepping outside to meet back up with Eddie. Raising up her arm, she'd give him a salute, her index finger, pinky, and thumb all up -- eyes widen then the thumb is pulled inward in an instant. ❝ R...Rock on! ❞

┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ → @eddie continued for beta editor ; n ;

#º ♡ 。––– i c ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜#// hopefully you don't mind iconless ; o ; I still don't have any to my name #// also the stinking editor :(

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º ♡ 。––– o o c ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

º ♡ 。––– i c ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

º ♡ 。––– d a s h ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

º ♡ 。––– g a m e s ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

º ♡ 。––– m u s i n g s ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

º ♡ 。––– h e a d c a n o n s ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

º ♡ 。––– a e s t h e t i c ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

º ♡ 。––– g a l l e r y ┊ �� 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

º ♡ 。––– v i s a g e ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

º ♡ 。––– q u e u e ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

º ♡ 。––– m e m e s ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

º ♡ 。––– a n s w e r e d ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

º ♡ 。––– a u d i o ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

º ♡ 。––– v i d e o ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

º ♡ 。––– p s a ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

º ♡ 。––– s t a r t e r ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

º ♡ 。––– p r o m o ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

º ♡ 。––– s e l f p r o m o ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

º ♡ 。––– c a l l s ┊ ❛ 𝒸𝒽𝓇𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓎 𝒸𝓊𝓃𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒽𝒶𝓂 ❜

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