I'm Cheryl. I'm no one special, just an office worker / piano player / cat lover.
Come talk to me, I don't bite.
(RP blog. FC: Christina Applegate. None of these pics or gifs is mine.)
"why hello ther cheryl im prizark" prizark said bowing sllightly
Cheryl unlocked her door and opened it. ”I, uh…I think you might have to duck to get in,” she said apologetically, looking at the door frame. ”You’re very tall.” She held the door open for him to enter her comfortable living room.
"its ok" he smiled ducking under the door and walking into the front room
She followed him shyly. ”I gotta say, Prizark, I’ve…always been kind of fascinated by centaurs.” She looked him up and down, blushing a bit. Nervously she stepped forward, reaching out and placing a hand lightly on his flank. ”Not sure where I can have you sit down, though…all the chairs and couches are built for humans.”
Tommy whips his head around, his brows knitted in confusion. He never expected to hear that coming from Cheryl.
"You sure ‘bout that?" He asks with a smile appearing over his lips.
"Cool," she murmured, blushing and looking away. "And, y’know, we don’t have to…to do anything, if you don’t wanna. We could just cuddle and watch TV."
Tommy’s smile grows wider.
"What if I say I’m not a cuddler an’ I don’t watch tv…" He says as he stands with his arms crossed over his chest, suggesting— no, basically asking what the alternative would be.
She walked up to him, smirking suggestively. ”I guess we’ll just have to start, y’know, kissing and fondling each other,” she purred, placing her hands on his chest, “and see where that takes us.” She tilted her head up for a kiss.
"I thought you might." Cheryl smirked as she took his hand and fairly dragged him out of the bedroom, down the hall and into the bathroom. She turned on the shower, testing the water with her fingertips before pulling him under the water.
Sam chuckled as she dragged him to the bathroom, pulling her under the spray with him and kissed her.
She kissed him back hungrily, humming as she pressed her naked body against his under the stream of hot water. ”Love you, Sam,” she whispered against his lips, the steam rising all around them.
"No." He said sarcastically.
She closed her eyes, a small whimper escaping her lips. ”Just get it over with, demon,” she whispered, bracing herself.
Dean smirked and walked closer to her. He dragged the knife along the side of her face.
Cheryl whimpered, squeezing her eyes shut as a droplet of blood ran down her cheek. ”Kill me quickly,” she begged.
Dean gave her a look but hooked his thumbs into his belt loops, not nothing with the false grin. “Thirty for oral, fifty for a quick fuck, hundred for more than one round and two hunted for the night. Its fifty buck for any kinks too.” Shuffling his feet, Dean watched her through his thick eyelashes and licked his bottom lip in a lack-lust attempt to be seductive.
Cheryl stared at the young man, way too young in fact to be walking the streets like this. ”I, uh…I see,” she said, her throat suddenly dry. She gripped the steering wheel of her car. ”Do you wanna…I mean…can I just buy you a cup of coffee or some soup or something…?”
At first, Dean is pissed. Why the fuck do people think he needs their little pity meals and sad looks? They just like their dose of good karma for the day giving the title whore a nice hot meal. Exhaling sharply, Dean rolled his eyes and dropped his ‘sexy’ act. “Buy me a burger and fries?” He grunts, because yes, he’s hungry. The only food in the apartment is peanut butter and the free cracker’s he’s nicked from the diner.
"Of course I’ll buy you a burger and fries," Cheryl said kindly, opening the passenger-side door for him. "Hop in, and buckle up. I’ll take you to the diner." She smiled. "I’m Cheryl, by the way. Cheryl Kingsbury. What’s your name?"
Nice to meet you, Cheryl. My name is Castiel, and I’m an Angel.
How are you?
I’m…I’m fine. *blinks*
…sorry, I think I hallucinated. Did you say you were an angel?
Yes. I’m an Angel of the Lord.
An angel. Of the Lord. -giggles- I don’t believe you. Angels are supposed to have wings and halos, and play harps. Where’s your wings? Where’s your halo?
She looked up at the costumer and smiled at the familiar voice. “Cheryl right? It’s good to hear your voice again! How have you been?” she asked happily.
"Yeah, sounds familiar," Cheryl grumbled, flashing a fake smile at Kate the waitress as she brought their drinks. "Sometimes I get the sense that Sam wants to quit, you know, get a house with a picket fence and a dog. But Dean? He always kept on. Until now." She pushed Alice’s mug gently over to the blind woman’s right hand.
Alice nodded and said, “Yes i got that feeling from Sam also. It seems like the only reason he’s doing this is because he doesn’t want Dean to be alone. If my twin was going to go on dangerous adventures i would do anything in my power to make sure she was alright.” The florist gripped the hot mug and smiled her thanks to Cheryl. “It’ll all work out in the end. After all if something doesn’t have a happy ending then it’s not over.” she supplied with a grin.
"I wish I had your optimism," Cheryl said somberly. She sipped her own coffee and looked pensive. "I didn’t know you had a twin," she said to Alice. "What’s her name? Does she live around here? I’d love to meet her."
Chris Hardwick, after viewers said he was the “most appetizing” on the show
"Hi Cheryl. I’m Ming, It’s nice to meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, Ming!" Cheryl put out a hand to shake. "So, I’m incredibly lost. Could you tell me where I am?"
Ming shook her hand, bright smile on her face. “Well, this is North Halsted on West Addison. If you’re really lost it’s Chicago, àirén. Do you need directions?”
"Yeah, actually I do," Cheryl said with an air of confusion, looking around. "See, I…I have this forest behind my house that I go walking in. And sometimes when I’m walking, things go all blurry and gray…and when the gray goes away, I’m somewhere…else."