Drakey

Slackers...You Figure it Out

ANthony was almost finished with the windows...god damnit. He had originally thought that he was the kind of guy that could live in a dirty place. However, he wasn't able to read as easily as he would have liked, and so here he was cleaning.

It had been hell. AN hour, an entire fucking hour, per window. He was at the ends of his ropes, but Anthony pushed on. He was at the last corner of the last window, but he had been there for the past thirty minutes...

Slackers...You Figure it Out

I was going to say I felt like I was trapped in an Elevator with God and his Fart turned it into a Gaschamber but it was too wordy and dark

@RumikoOhara

Click.

Damn, 5 more to go...

Slackers...You Figure it Out

My mind is trapped under the bedsheets and god made a dutch oven

@RumikoOhara

what. the. fuck.

*starts playing russian roulette*

The Safe Haven

@Kazemitsu

Hey, I'm just assuming that he is wearing pants...

The Safe Haven

SMiling, Eira mulled over the problem of Kaze's bulk. Well, she had been holding back too. WHile she was at the limit of her powers being stable, Eira could have easily doubled the amount of flames she was using. Turning back to the dragon as they mounted the stairs of the stadium, she spoke.

"Well, Scales, we'll just have to see, won't we?" A knowing smile, one that was easily scheming, spread across her lips as she turned towards the dragon. However, the smile drained from her face as a slight blush took over. Eira, surprisingly, was noticing that the dragon was half-naked for the first time. Turning away, she snarled in her words, "Put a damn shirt on, ya fuckin behemoth."

Walking away, Eira chose a seat about halfway up the stadium. She looked down into the stadium waiting for the next spectacle.

Slackers...You Figure it Out

Why, oh why did I have to open that spoiler...?

Coming back to RP - Gotta Scratch That Itch

*Stands gawking at Eilyx's title...*

Holy trucker it changed...

*Runs away in pure terror*

Hogwarts: The Next Generation

@Azure Flame

Fillian paused for a moment as Lucas introduced himself, and then she paused even longer when he asked her where her mother was. Rubbing her elbow, Fillian looked at the floor. "She's probably drunk by now...talking with a bunch of men in some rat hole." Gulping down her breath, Fillian bounced back up to her original self.

"ANyways, I'm Fillian Marsh, but you can call me Drake." Extending her hand to shake his, she asked another question, "Is it alright if I go with you? I'll still have to find my books afterwards, but that isn't a big deal."

Pilots Wanted! A Titanfall RP

BUMP!!!!! We need the bumps...

*The Space-Bar ~ A Virtual Tavern ~ Always Open*

Elizabeth Penree - Main Floor

Elizabeth opened her eyes as some random guy sat down next to her. Looking over she immediately noticed the hands, arm, and leg. They gave off a different infrared color than the rest of the man's body. Intrigued, she began to speak.

"And you are?" asked Elizabeth as she placed the pint of mead on the counter behind her. Twisting, she used her right arm to prop herself up in the counter. Its black, metalic surface gleamed in the dark light as her right eye, spinning in a robotic manner, scanned the man up and down. Surprisingly, he had an object that gave off a different set of electromagnetic radiation on him. Laughing just a bit, Elizabeth continued.

"Cloaking device? Interesting..." Pausing for a moment, Elizabeth carried on, "Who made your hands, arm, and leg?"