Post by Lola Green on Dec 26, 2015 12:59:54 GMT -6
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Stranger has disconnected.
Now was that not just plainly rude. Well what more could the old granny had expected? The people on the internet were not friendly. Even if they knew she was her age.
"Perhaps they want brownies, Bebe," she said as she shook her head and stroked her cat.
These kind of chat rooms and/or websites had always amazed and intrigued Lola. Ever since the death of Joseph, aka Post Joseph, the old gal had taken a liking to such sites. Because there she could be as rude as she wanted to and nobody was going to tell her otherwise.
Based on that reason, Lola proceeded by requesting for a new chat.
Connecting to server...
You're chatting with a stranger. Say hi!
This time however, she would wait for the other person to start first. Oh don't go mentioning Kik.
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Last Edit: Dec 26, 2015 13:03:24 GMT -6 by Lola Green
Post by Lola Green on Dec 26, 2015 19:34:06 GMT -6
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When she had told herself to wait, Lola did not expect to have waited for as long as she had. Well a couple of minutes was not that long but since she was only waiting, that time seemed to pass by slowly.
Post by Raven Rander on Dec 27, 2015 9:21:44 GMT -6
So THIS was the kind of conversation it was gonna be huh? Raven rolled her eyes. Okay she was game for arguments.
If you were impatient you could have typed first. buuuuuuut I can imagine how stressful it must be to have to type hello or something.
But it was the second line that really annoyed Raven. How was this stranger supposed to know Raven hadn't much of a lifespan? well obviously they weren't. but Raven was annoyed regardless.
Yeah? it's Omegle asshole. no one comes on here 'less they've got time to waste. Unless you were expecting to find the meaning of life in between the jerks looking to cybersex and the idiots asking girls to show their tits.
The first reply got Lola Green going, "Oh, pfft pfft pfft." Incoherent words basically. So that was what she replied to the stranger with.
Oh pffftt
That was one of the perks of being on the internet and chatting with unknown folks. The old lady could write anything she wanted and it would not impact her life much in any way.
An asshole?!
Oooo how it vexed the seventy year old. Call her cranky and she would tolerate but such hideous words, oh no she would not.
Deary, I feel sorry for you and your generation. Specifically you. You're getting a dictionary for Christmas and expand that vocab of yours, why don't you?
Post by Lola Green on Dec 27, 2015 10:35:51 GMT -6
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"Oouuhh that git!"
Her features srunched up. How dare he! Or she.
Definitely getting a dictionary then.
If the stranger had known who they were talking to, the old woman doubted those words would have even come out. Who would insult Lola Green -- the widowed seventy year old? But this was the internet -- Omegle specifically -- nothing really mattered. People can be as rude as they wanted to.
And usually that was how Lola was. However, now she was on the other receiving end. So she just felt like swatting the stranger with her purse.
The granny had not expected for the other person to actually give her their own meaning of life. Nonetheless, he or she did. Though it sounded a little too religious for Lola.
If at all possible? Don't think you have it in ya do you, deary?
Post by Raven Rander on Dec 27, 2015 11:12:41 GMT -6
Yeah? you're getting an old bag. thought it'd match your face "dearie"
Raven was petty enough to be pleased with herself for that one. She smirked and easily typed a reply to the next bit.
'cause not. The people who think they're flawless are the biggest dicks of them all. I'm well aware i'm a bitch. occasionally I work on being better. Somehow I get the feeling you don't bother, way you talk.
Post by Lola Green on Dec 27, 2015 16:13:59 GMT -6
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The first reply that came through got a cackle of laughter out of the old woman. Considering she was an old one, her hoarse voice made it sounded like a witch's laugh.
Hek hek hek hek.
If the stranger only knew that the person they were talking to did not need an old bag. She was already old and wrinkly.
Don't bother deary. You'd need it way more than I do.
The second reply however got Lola to actually think about what the stranger was going on about.
Ah I see you've got something going on there. You're right. All of it.
(especially the part where you're behaving like a bitch)
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Last Edit: Dec 27, 2015 16:15:28 GMT -6 by Lola Green
Post by Lola Green on Dec 30, 2015 10:48:18 GMT -6
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Oh the stranger was a defensive one. This only delighted the seventy year old even more.
That was up to however you wanted to interpret it.
Excuse you, the sexiest shit I've ever talked to is now buried six feet under.
If this was thirty years ago, Lola would have never even thought to mention her dead husband. But time had healed old wounds. Let's see what you've got to say to that deary.
The next reply made the old woman wonder if the stranger was truly happy as he/she had made it out to be. But this was the Omegle, nothing was for certain. So she would play along.
Post by Raven Rander on Dec 30, 2015 11:12:58 GMT -6
Oh hells you're one of those "true beauty is subjective" nutters aren't you? If this starts being about how nine hundred pound land wales are sexy i'm leaving the chat.
That next bit was awkward, and Raven paused. This was one of those try not to be a bitch moments
Sexist person alive then.
Best leave it at that. Raven had no interest in letting someone vent to them. She wasn't going to offer condolences, people died. it sucked but that was that. She didn't know anyone involved so it wasn't really her place to care. Pretending she did was just rude.
That last bit was funny enough to make her laugh.
Depends on a lot of things, travel time, whether I'd think you're attractive, how bored I was that day. I'd probably add ten bucks just for all the sass you've given me.
she was joking of cause. Raven had no interest in that type of thing. Waaaaaaay too much hassle.
Post by Lola Green on Dec 30, 2015 11:38:47 GMT -6
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Lola Green snorted at what the stranger had typed out. True beauty is subjective. She was not sure where she stood on it. There was beauty in everything but she was not the one to go as far as calling a nine hundred pound land whale sexy. That was definitely up for debate.
The seventy year old smirked at what the other person replied. He/She intrigued her a bit by not offering condolences. Either that was just their personality or the person was really just being a jerk.
Smart choice of word, deary.
She hoped the stranger was not serious about the other half of his/her reply. Omegle was full of people with weird intentions. That one was not far from joining the category.
I'll keep you in mind if the need arises.
When she read it again, it got a chuckle out of her. Quickly, she typed out another reply.
"Oh darn!" The old woman cried out in mock disappointment. A teasing smile was tugging on the corners of her lips. Well that was that. Whoever the other person was on the side of the screen, Lola was in no rush to meet him or her face to face.
Despite the rude ass people on it, Omegle was fun. That was why she clicked on for a new chat.