Lucile rubbed her hands together with a wide, toothy grin. People she had associated with oft preferred her stoic rather than happy or elated in some way due to the fact, plain and simple, they found her VERY creepy in such a state. Not only did her grinning expression make her look somewhat creepy and perhaps even a touch insane, but what really creeped people out was her laughter. Some found it strange, others, plain and simple nightmare fuel. Lucile had a high, childish and perhaps even hyena like laugh, sort of like a female equivalent to Hazama from BlazBlue's laughter some even said. It didn't help she had a habit of staying up late or was possibly malnourished in some way, given her narrow figure, which resulted in thick, dark circles under her eyes. Grabbing her first bar and tearing the paper, off carelessly tossing it aside, she crammed as much chocolate in her mouth as she could, as if she had hung herself after skipping breakfast. Which she did, but that's not the point. As she tossed another wrapper aside while still chewing the chocolate in her mouth, a passing Native-American man wearing an argyle sweater and khaki pants looked down at the carelessly discarded wrappers and, with a face as unmoving as the stone of a great mountain, a single tear rolled down his face.
Lucile paused as she hastily unwrapped her third bar as she finished off the second, looking down at the discarded paper as a feeling of sudden guilt washed over her inexplicably. She looked over at a wastebasket sitting by the obligatory park water fountain and grabbed the paper in her now free right hand, walking over and tossing it in the basket, then dragged it over to the bench as she leaned back to sit down, grabbing yet another bar and unwrapping it, afterwards licking off and sucking off some of the chocolate stained on her fingers. The odd young woman had no idea chocolate could even taste this good, at least run of the mill Hershey bars. She felt her stomach fill a bit, but if there was one thing she was known for it was being stubborn. In middle school, for example, Ashlin, who had bullied her for years, threw Lucile's cell phone in one of the displays at the Zoo her class was touring. The gorilla cage no less. After about ten minutes, the Teacher realized she was gone and wondered where she could have gone to. twelve minutes later, Lucile rejoined the group with a black eye, her right leg bruised and battered and her clothes tattered in multiple areas. She was clutching her cell like a security blanket in her left hand. It was reported after this incident that one of the gorillas had its arm broken and since then, they had a tendency to howl in fear whenever young girls with blond hair got too close.
Lucile began to groan as she felt her stomach become more taut now. It bulged outwards from all the chocolate stuffed inside and felt uncomfortable as Lucile tried to rub it with her hand. She feared that a mudslide would be imminent. Regardless, she wanted to finish this box in one sitting and she was going to. In an attempt to plow down the brick wall, she forced herself to stuff two more bars into her mouth, her brain fighting against her body to chew the sweet chocolate in her mouth and commanding her esophagus to swallow it. She groaned as she felt the mass of solid milk chocolate land in her stomach and she could swear she felt her belly swell a tad more it filled her.
"Why in the name of God did I bork the King-Size box?" Lucile bemoaned aloud, her voice strained as she struggled to eat the seemingly endless box of chocolate bars.
"Uuurrrrp!!"
Lucile belched loudly as she rubbed her stuffed belly, which was so distended with eaten chocolate that it stuck out in a chubby round gut. She lifted her "Dark Side of the Moon" T-shirt to rub her hand gently against her stomach, leaning back against the bench and groaning as she felt sort of sick from eating that much.
"I fucking hate myself." She said aloud to herself after a pregnant silence. As she lazed back, the afternoon sun felt welcome against her body as a couple leaves fluttered by from the trees.
As Lucile rested, she though she could hear giggling. Two women, close by. Opening one of her eyes, she could see two girls looking in her direction and laughing to each other, turning their heads as if to glace at her. One had reddish-brown curly hair and wore an embroided pink cardigan with denim shorts that were ruffled at the end of the legs along with brown fur boots. The other had straight hair that was dyed a metallic silver, with a green bomber jacket slung on over a black turtleneck along with slate cargo pants and black work boots. Lucile couldn't tell if she was groaning from the chocolate she just ate or the fact she recognized the two girls. The red haired one was Ashlin, who was basically her sitcom rival of sorts who had nothing but unrequited hate for Lucile since day one, leading Lucile to try and ignore her like a plague. The other girl with dyed hair was Skye, a girl who came from a military family and always loved to talk about guns or military tech. She wasn't so bad, and possibly one of the closest things Lucile had to a friend, acting as a moderator whenever Ashlin tried to pick on her. The one area the two loved discussing was the affects of different caliber firearms on the human body, such as using a .454 hand cannon on an unarmored enemy head or firing from cover using a Barret-REC7 at an enemy's limbs.
"S'up piggy~?" Ashlin said in a mock-friendly tone. Lucile groaned louder. She saw Ashlin's lips moving but thankfully, she was zoning out due to her sugar coma, resting her head back and closing her eyes. The next thing she remembered hearing was some back and forth between Skye and Ashlin before she awoke with a start as she felt Ashlin's foot kick against her shin.
"Hey! Are you even listening you freaky lard ass?" Ashlin said with a spurning tone, her arms crossed. Skye just stared with an expression of "I want no part in this" written all over it. Lucile just scowled back at her.
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