Goddammit

Okay! So, PSA from admin Adore, aka player of Pearl and Trixie. So not only is admin Alaska out of commission due to her computer issues, but quite honestly I really don’t have the time or energy to tend to this any longer and I feel like there are certain people who don’t care / don’t like me ooc anyways so I’m currently rendering this rp closed until further notice. If you have any questions or would like to chat more about it, you can contact me HERE on my personal blog. Have a nice day !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Jinkx had kind of been wandering around, quite honestly desperate for a drink and some weed, but she knew there was no use in self-medicating when the most important thing was to stay close to the others and try to come up with a plan to escape, before anyone else got hurt. She must have walked by at least three times until she noticed Willam, being oddly quiet. It worried her, though, because Willam was usually the first to speak up and throw shade. Or at least say something smart. Yet she hadn’t said a word about the ginger walking a trail into the floor.

Willam appreciated the other queen asking if she was okay. She might never admit it, but she was grateful. And honestly, watching the other pace and wander was kind of helping her calm down in itself. She nodded at the other’s sentiment; they had been through so much already that its ridiculous their lives had come down to being trapped in some ski lodge by a crazy murderer. 

"What is it like being you?" -Charlie

“Oh I get that, I was traveling from kitchen to kitchen before I landed this gig and now I’m stuck here and damn do I miss home.” He laughed slightly while the other sipped on her drink. “Stealin’ gigs? What, you sayin’ that I’d make a pretty queen?” Charlie teases while waggling his brows a bit, making a slight duck-face for a joke. “I’m Charlie.” The man says with a smile while holding out his hand to the queen.

“Willam,” she nodded, shaking his hand firmly. “That’s Willam. One ‘I’. And anyone can make a pretty queen if they try hard enough. Look at me, I look like a gay Mount Rushmore, but I’m still making bank.” She quickly gulped down the rest of the drink in front of her, slamming it on the table as she finished.

Sharon was casually waiting on the couch as he waited for his partner to find him.  Once Willam spotted him and made a comment on how they were stuck together the man laughed, “It would sell now, but Logo is probably taping this place so they’d be the ones to sell it.” 

Willam rolled his eyes and nodded, “Oh yeah, I forgot. Fuck them. We probably wouldn’t get shit from it.” He plopped onto the couch next to the other, fiddling with his phone as he searched to see if signal miraculously came back. “How much longer do you think they can keep this up?”

Alaska moved to sit next to Willam, it was pretty obvious what everyone was thinking and even though she wasn’t the best at trying to make a great situation she’d try. “Miss Willams..” She starts while leaning back, her shoulder resting against Willam’s. With a turn of her head, she looked to the other. “You okay? Do we even know who saw her first?”

Willam leaned slightly in towards the comfort of his friend’s shoulder, grateful he had someone here to rely on. Sharon was great and they were good acquaintances, but it’s so much nicer to have a good friend to rely on.

Willam nodded, unable to agree more about the money and dicks. “What’s wrong is all the money and dicks I’m losing by being stuck here. Also, my face is too fucking gorgeous for wrinkles to mess that up. Unless I die up here, then I won’t get money, dicks, or wrinkles.”

“As long as your head doesn’t explode from your own knowledge. I don’t need a mess.”

“Oh, I won’t. Just enough knowledge to keep my head properly filled. Bitch, I make too much coin to explode now.”

“Boobs are really just squishy pillows.”

“Must suck being a AAA girl. Luckily I stand no chance since I barely ever do blonde hair, so I never have to see her face. Somehow I still have to see yours. Ew.”

“More blonde tracks for me, girl, do your thing.”

“Boobs are really just squishy pillows.”

“Maybe that’s why she’s such a whore, it’s the only kind of meat she can get inside of her,” Phi joked. “I hate her. She’s too fucking beautiful.”

“That’s what I always try to put her near the other girls and away from me. It makes me look less shitty when I’m not next to her gorgeous ass.” 

“Then I probably shouldn’t compliment you anymore, then I’d have to clean up your exploded head bits,”

“It’s good. I know I’m gorgeous without you telling me,” she said, smiling and winking at the other.

"People are stupid today."

“I wonder how long we can stay here without going mad,” Courtney joked. “Oh Bill, you businessman,” she giggled. “Honestly, money isn’t what I’m worried about now though.”

“It’s not just money, it’s my fans too. How would they react if they found out I was dead on a mountain somewhere?” She played idly with the hem of her shirt, bored, and added, “And hopefully we will all go mad. That’d be interesting. And also what they probably want, considering this is a reality television show.”

“I tried to change the duvet and I got stuck inside.”

“I got a refill before I came. Pain pills, poppers, alcohol, weed, I should be good for a while.” She pushed the duvet around, trying to untangle herself from the mess without pulling a muscle. “I can take care of myself. Plus, I don’t like maids touchin’ my stuff. Don’t trust ‘em.” She fought a little more before sighing and giving up. “Can you just help me out here?”

Following my AUs and Prompts List from a few months back, here is a compilation of my favorite sentence starters for all your writing needs.

“Boobs are really just squishy pillows.”

“Like Courtney’s?”

Willam laughed and nodded. “Like Courtney’s. Girl needs some meat on her bones so she can actually be useful every once in a while. At least she could be a good pillow,” she joked, smiling at the topic of one of her best friends.