05-12-2018, 10:59 PM
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contrary to what perhaps every psychologist might say, penny was adamant that she didn't have middle child syndrome. she wouldn't try to argue that she was anything other than an utter disaster, she saw the same thing everyone else did, but she wasn't going to blame being a middle child for that. just like she wasn't going to blame her elder sister and younger brother for being spectacular, or her parents for being perhaps a little more attentive towards the children who were going somewhere in life. no, she was this way because she liked being this way.
on any given day, your eyes might linger a little long on the ginger, your lips pressing into a bit of a frown. she was pretty, but certainly nothing spectacular. her skin, fair and mark free; her nose, straight and modest; her stature, average and athletic. the only real thing she had on her siblings was that, while they might be able to perform surgery and play with robots, penny could throw a pretty damn solid punch. maybe that was why she was with blackfall, rather than being tucked away back in her home in griffingate, trying to be something she wasn't. good and kind and moral were words for the rest of the robinson family, but not penny. penny was the loose canon, and she liked it that way.
the twenty-two year old looked like she'd just woken up, and though she wouldn't admit it, she sort of had. exactly three minutes after she opened her eyes, the ginger was trotting along, staring down anyone who looked at her too long. her hair was disheveled and sort of all over the place, her left cheek still a little red from her pillow. even her choice of clothing, a pair of black sweatpants with a leather jacket over a cropped red cami, were very hastily changed into. changed meaning she'd slept in the sweatpants and only changed her shirt because it smelled sort of dirty that morning.
she'd been shuffling along, really wanting to just go home and sleep, when a shoulder collided into her own. a frown making it's way onto her lips, sage eyes shifted over her shoulder to the figure, and she came to a stop. "excuse you." she snapped, turning forward and continuing her shuffling.
penny was definitely a morning person. all sarcasm intended.
contrary to what perhaps every psychologist might say, penny was adamant that she didn't have middle child syndrome. she wouldn't try to argue that she was anything other than an utter disaster, she saw the same thing everyone else did, but she wasn't going to blame being a middle child for that. just like she wasn't going to blame her elder sister and younger brother for being spectacular, or her parents for being perhaps a little more attentive towards the children who were going somewhere in life. no, she was this way because she liked being this way.
on any given day, your eyes might linger a little long on the ginger, your lips pressing into a bit of a frown. she was pretty, but certainly nothing spectacular. her skin, fair and mark free; her nose, straight and modest; her stature, average and athletic. the only real thing she had on her siblings was that, while they might be able to perform surgery and play with robots, penny could throw a pretty damn solid punch. maybe that was why she was with blackfall, rather than being tucked away back in her home in griffingate, trying to be something she wasn't. good and kind and moral were words for the rest of the robinson family, but not penny. penny was the loose canon, and she liked it that way.
the twenty-two year old looked like she'd just woken up, and though she wouldn't admit it, she sort of had. exactly three minutes after she opened her eyes, the ginger was trotting along, staring down anyone who looked at her too long. her hair was disheveled and sort of all over the place, her left cheek still a little red from her pillow. even her choice of clothing, a pair of black sweatpants with a leather jacket over a cropped red cami, were very hastily changed into. changed meaning she'd slept in the sweatpants and only changed her shirt because it smelled sort of dirty that morning.
she'd been shuffling along, really wanting to just go home and sleep, when a shoulder collided into her own. a frown making it's way onto her lips, sage eyes shifted over her shoulder to the figure, and she came to a stop. "excuse you." she snapped, turning forward and continuing her shuffling.
penny was definitely a morning person. all sarcasm intended.
