With Ashlynn on security duty, Kayla reversed her screw work with almost no time at all and maybe only a couple of odd looks from a couple of kids and a squirrel. The minutes flew by as the final screw returned to his rightful home. "Well, that's that I guess," Kayla said, returning to her...

Kayla chuckled at Ashlynn's joke attempt. Maybe the grapevine actually was wrong this time. With Ashlynn's help and when no eyes were on them, Kayla rotated the sign around so that the front was facing her side, briefly exposing the full advertisement to her before she stuck it back in the frame to ...

"Mmhmm," Kayla hummed, making a conscious effort to use the perfect pitch and tone to express her perceived annoyance. But as quickly as Kayla constructed the front, she broke that facade with a light chuckle. "Nah I'm just messing with you. You're gonna pop a blood vessel if you don'...

Yeah, Ashlynn didn't buy that excuse... but it did buy Kayla some time as she finished pulling out the fourth screw. Only one more to go. Kayla had just started removing the final screw when Ashylnn said... well... something about how Kayla seemed more apt for sabotaging private property than Ashlyn...

With enough finesse and some luck, the second screw popped out and joined his brother in Kayla's palm. She moved onto the next one in the sequence after Ashlynn gave the all clear; only three remained before this smug white dude would be unleashed. Kayla was fairly deep into pulling out the third sc...

Kayla looked at Ashylnn's open palm and pecked around, hunting for that elusive dime. But the smallest coin she could find was a penny; it'll have to do. "Thanks," Kayla snatched the penny and shifted herself to the first screw in the row. She inserted the penny into the crosshair; it just...

Kayla grunted and nodded her head in agreement. Ashlynn seemed like she was kinda on board for some mischief, but that could just be all talk. Worst case Ashlynn just needed to be the lookout and not snitch, but Kayla wasn't even sure about what the best way of dealing with the ad would be. Not that...

Kayla silently watched as Ashlynn squirmed in her seat, the other girl recoiling even harder in the bench like she was trying to leave an imprint. Internally, Kayla was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Got 'em. This was honestly always the best part of trying to pry your way into a secret; it honestly ...

"That's... understandable?" Kayla squeaked, returning a puzzled look for Ashlynn's explanation of thinking about her password choices. Kinda of a weird thing to think about in the middle of the park, but maybe there was some truth to it. Truth that Kayla would never consider; she uses the ...

In hindsight, maybe the cape would be the easy part; probably the biggest issue was how to make that iridescent dagger thing. Not to mention that images of her backside were virtually non-existent on the internet because of how soon ago this game release was. Maybe Zen wouldn't mind helping Kayla ou...

It really was a nice day, now that Kayla had a good vantage point and wasn't just walking around for the sake of it. Not that she never left the house or anything, but it was good to get outside and just breathe any chance she could. Even for a little break, it's a nice change of pace; even nicer on...

...Okay, then. Kayla was thrown off guard a little bit as Ashlynn moved closer to Kayla, offering the seat on the other side. She raised an eyebrow slightly, but moved over and took her seat on the bench with some tacky ad for a doctor or real estate agent or lawyer or something spanned across it. &...

((Kayla Harris continued from Pingu in the Prison )) Kayla needed to get out of that damn house. How long had it been since she'd seen daylight? Seen other human beings? She didn't know; Friday afternoon seemed like so far ago, way over the horizon. All she knew was that working on this cosplay was ...

Desiree's mother glared at Dean as he gave a half-hearted apology, or at least that's what Desiree could make out from both the noise pollution of the bourgeois atmosphere and her growing desire to jam a plastic straw in her own eye. Desiree watched Dean as he fled her mother (What was with that nod...

((Desiree Beck continued from Bargain Basket Baller )) Desiree continued to sip on her lukewarm coffee. She looked back at her mother seated across the table; she was still shooting daggers at the baristas behind the counter, her finger tapping slowly increasing in pace as minutes passed by. She did...