Fancy-Pantsy Food [open]

[TED FREEMAN]

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[PACIFICA NORTHWEST]

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[classy=text] Gravity Falls, for once, was calm when it came to the Supernatural side of things but to the mundane, it was everything but exciting. Dusk was approaching and the day was coming to an end, which to the rich and willing-to-spend, meant a luxurious meal at The Club. Pacifica had been here several times before. Usually, she sat quietly while her parents chatted away with some politician who came into town. It was their way of trying to rub their elbows against other powerful members of society, in hopes of boosting the Northwest name. That was when she was too young to have a mind of her own. Now, she'd schmooze with their guest and impress them with her activities and feats... of her young age, of course. Though tonight was different. Her parents were currently out of town for a short get-away and they trusted Pacifica not to completely destroy the Northwest Manor in their absence with yet again one of her parties. They had come accustomed to her socialite ways, especially now at the age of 15, but Pacifica was incredibly stubborn to let them and others know just how mature and non-silly she was. Maybe it was another way of her parents spoiling her or even neglecting her, but truthfully, she didn't care. Not now, anyway. She loved the freedom and the double-exclusive credit-card they gave her to use whenever, however, didn't hurt either. SCCCCCCCREEECH With a violent turn of the wheel, a large Lincoln-town stretcher came into the view of others within The Club's parking lot, sending the gravel and dirt everywhere in puffs of brown smog. Awkwardly, the large automobile stopped diagonally against a concrete-stopper. It was the same limousine the townsfolk had known to be in the possession of the Northwests. Was their chauffeur drunk?! However, Pacifica Northwest soon stepped out of the driver's seat, wearing a smug yet awkward grin. It took a lot of manipulation and smooth-talking to convince her chauffeur that her parents had started to let her drive, which was a complete lie. But she knew he'd never question the authority of her parents. Wearing her blonde, froofy locks in a stylized ponytail (overpriced sunglasses sat upon her crown), a midriff shirt, skirt and one of her many pairs of leather boots, Pacifica turned to greet her two closest friends, who seemed a bit dis-shelved but impressed nonetheless. "Wow, Pacifica. Uhhh... that was..." "Cool!", the other quickly replied, dusting off her tightly-clad jeans. "I told you guys I'm the best. My parents let me do anything. It's like I don't even have parents." "Lucky." Both of her friends smiled to each other in agreement. While they both came from somewhat similar financial backgrounds to Pacifica, neither of them were given the freedom she was. As the pair headed towards the glitzy entrance to The Club, Pacifica caught herself staring at a nearby boy who seemed slightly older than she herself, with a completely awesome ride to boot. She also noticed he was here by himself... Who does that? She was only interrupted by her two friends, who were now waving her over in impatience. Pffft. She clutched her designer-handbag closer to her shoulder, power-walking over to the door where she joined the both of them. [/classy]

LAIKA OF GS!

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[TED FREEMAN]

[atrb=cellpadding, 0, true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,width: 400px; background-image: url(http://subtlepatterns.subtlepatterns.netdna-cdn.com/patterns/noisy_net.png);][STYLE=float: left;][STYLE=height: 100px; width: 100px; padding; 3px; margin: 10; border-top: 2px solid #F5025E; border-left: 5px solid #F5025E; border-radius: 15 0 0 0; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/5bmsZCt.jpg);width: 100px; text-align: center;][/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8.5px; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 2 0 2 0; background-color: #dddddd; margin: 0 0 10 10; border-left: 5px solid #F5025E; width: 100px; text-align: center; color: #000;]!?![/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8.5px; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 2 0 2 0; background-color: #dddddd; margin: 0 0 10 10; border-left: 5px solid #F5025E; width: 100px; text-align: center; color: #000;]Northwest/OPEN[/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8.5px; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 2 0 2 0; background-color: #dddddd; margin: 0 0 10 10; border-left: 5px solid #F5025E; width: 100px; text-align: center; color: #000;]MONEY![/style][/style][STYLE=padding: 0 10 10 0; margin: 10px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8.5px; text-align: justify; color: #ffffff; border-bottom: 2px solid #F5025E; border-right: 5px solid #F5025E; border-radius: 0 0 15 0;][STYLE=width: 250px; font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8px; text-transform: uppercase; padding: 2 0 2 0; margin: 0 0 10 10; border-top: 2px solid #F5025E; border-bottom: 1px dashed #F5025E; text-align: center; margin-left: 115px; color: #F5025E;]when the world ends, you're going to be begging me for...[/style]There are times when you see something so surreal or unbelievable that you have to pinch yourself to make sure you haven’t fallen asleep. Ted was just minding his own business when a limo came screeching around the corner. The driver seemed to be either high or drunk. Whatever the reason the person behind the wheel didn’t belong there. Ted’s eyebrows raised in disbelief at the sight as the limo quickly came to a halt in the parking lot in what can be described as an awkward position. “What crappy parking,” he muttered under his breath. Of course Ted wouldn’t have expected what he was about to see. He had a smirk on his face simply because he expected some rich guy in a suit to stumble out of the driver’s seat. Possibly with some friends who were equally drunk. So when he saw a girl who looked younger than his sister step out, his smirk was replaced with a look of disbelief (although, because of his ever present shades, it was difficult to see facial reactions). Surely she was too young to be driving. Had she stolen the limo? Two other girls quickly emerged, looking slightly shaken up which was understandable. He watched the three of them chat amongst themselves. Ted was too far away to actually hear what they were talking about, not that he was particularly interested. Rather he was more interested in the parents who thought it was alright for a child to drive a limo. He’d no experience, but Ted assumed that driving a limo was more difficult to drive than a normal car. Who could afford to own a limo anyway? Ted had yet to meet anyone in the same wealth bracket as himself in this town. That being said, he was aware of the existence of such a family. According to his father, their personal wealth exceeded even their own, which was impressive. Apparently they were related to the town’s founder or something like that. Given that they were supposedly the richest family in this place, there was a good possibility that it was their limo Ted was seeing, which would most likely make the girl who was driving a member of this family. He was struggling to remember their name. He had been told by his father, but by then his short attention span had moved on. “I wonder if this place does Ice cream…and burgers.” He looked in through the window. He hoped he could get in. He stared through the large fancy windows longingly. He should just try his luck. You never know, they might not have a dress code. He looked back at the girls, inspecting their clothes. He suddenly felt a little better. Surely if they can get in with those clothes, then he would be fine. He slid off the side of the car hood and walked into the restaurant. The place was even smarter on the inside. He found himself stood right behind the three girls from the limo. With a closer look, albeit from the back, Ted concluded that they shouldn’t really be driving. How old were they, fourteen? He pushed up his shades, and tapped the girl who was driving on the shoulder, seeing as he had failed to realize that he had even entered the building. “Hey…” He said rather awkwardly, “about your limo. I don’t think it’s parked well… at all. I mean, I don't think the property owners would appreciate a limo diagonally sprawled across the parking lot.” He paused, and wondered just why he decided to talk to her. He prepared himself for a rather blunt rebuttal, so before she said anything he spoke again. “Where’d you get a limo anyway? I mean it’s impressive, and I thought I might get one as well.” That was a lie, he didn’t want a limo, and he knew he’d get a supreme telling off from his father if he just went out and got one. However he thought that this sounded better than just telling her that she had to move her vehicle.[/style][STYLE=padding: 2px; font-size: 8px; font-family: georgia; color: #F5025E; text-align: center; margin-top: -7px;]MADE BY PEBBLE OF BTN[/style]