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.)
okay, dragging my tired ass to work bai
if someone calls you a slut, break their fucking neck without even hesitating or saying a single word and as they lay there on the ground dead, lean down close to their corpse and whisper
“slut means the end in swedish”
this is the most popular post i’ve ever made and its still fuckin going and i am GLAD
Next time for sure….
I’m sick. I know I’ve got a cold. Sore throat, headache, post-nasal drip, feel like a wet dishrag. I’m gonna try to go to work tho.
"Hey," Cheryl said softly to the lost-looking brown-haired girl alone on a park bench. "Are you all right?" She knew she shouldn’t talk to strangers, but a young person clearly in distress brought out the motherly instinct in her. "I’m Cheryl. Cheryl Kingsbury."
Cheryl smiled, tucking the blanket around Tori as she lay on the couch. She remained crouched by the sleeping girl until she was sure Tori had calmed down and that she was no longer freaking out.
It took a few hours, but soon she had fallen asleep. To drained to think anymore. As her mind went to the dark dreamful world. But she wouldn’t remember any dreams.
Cheryl was afraid to leave Tori alone, in case she woke up in the night. She fetched another blanket and pillow, and laid down on the other couch, watching Tori in the darkness until she too fell asleep.
"Please don’t hurt me, whoever you are…"
"So you’re scared? No need to be…I’m full and disgusted….and I don’t believe you even know what’s going on here…"
"I sure don’t," Cheryl replied softly, hugging herself. "It’s not every day I meet a woman with blood on her lips. I’m…I’m Cheryl. What is going on here?”
"Well…." Cheryl bit her lower lip, unsure of just what to say. She didn’t want to scare the girl any more than she already was, and she didn’t want Bertie to think she was crazy. She took a breath. "Could they have been…er…’hellhounds’?"
Frowning, she took a deep breath.
"Did you see them too?" She asked with a hushed voice.
"Oh! Uh…" Cheryl blinked. "I’ve never actually seen a hellhound, see, and from what I’ve been told, they’re actually invisible. To humans.” She lowered her voice. ”Are you human, Bertie?”
"I’m Irisi Ishtar." Irisi said.
"Well, then I’m stumped," Cheryl admitted with a shrug. "I have to be getting back to my home. Did you two wanna stop by for a drink?"
"I can’t have any alcohol." Irisi said.
"I have soda too," Cheryl pointed out. "And juice. C’mon." She started walking in the direction of her house.