Flightless_Soul

Eastwood High IC {Jump in High School Drama}

@Luna Amore

The two bodies collided like two semi trucks on an icy highway. Harley fell backwards, followed by a terrible cracking sound, that of her camera flying from her hand and shattering to pieces on the floor. She barely had a chance to register that it happened, dazed by the sudden impact into the other student. "Owww...dad gum! Son of a bitch, that hurt!" She groaned rubbing her nose. It wasn't bleeding or broken, but damn did it sting. Thankfully, nothing was bbroken...except.

"Oh no!" Harley gasped, fumbling to grab the pieces of her Nikon D500. "Aww shit! Daddy just bought me that camera! He's gon be madder than a rattlesnake in mid July!" She huffed and threw down her cowboy hat, a solemn frown scarring into her lips. How was she even gonna take the class without a camera? However, there was another concern on her mind. "Sorry bout that, girl. Guess I didn't see y'all there. You okay?" She asked the petite blonde.

The Party

m.youtube.com/watch?v=sklFbxeEqLY

The Chinese woman strolled into the grand ballroom with nary a sound, cold, obsidian eyes glancing to and fro, as though intently following each and every guest of the party. Her expression, it could only be described as intense, like she was here for a reason other than mingling and sipping crystal.

Eastwood High IC {Jump in High School Drama}

@Luna Amore

"H-huh?! Aww shit!" Harley jumped from her bed with a start and rushed out the door with her camera. Dammit! She was only gonna chill for a bit, but it turned into a full blown snoozefest, leaving her five minutes late for her class! "Shit! Shit! Shit! Dad gummit Harley! First day and you're already late! Shit, I gotta hurry!"

She rounded a corner doing ninety almost, unaware that behind that corner waiting was a head on colision. "WHOA!" Before the Texan could even catch it, she slammed head first into the poor blonde girl.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@Framing A Moose Yes, bow pitiful mortal! Bow before the architects of Minecraft Awesomeness! (PS: We just finished Gerudo Valley)

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@Flightless_Soul@KatherinWinter@Framing A Moose

Ugh! I'm in this room only five minutes, and Skippy the Hobgoblin's ripping my face off... Dude better back the fuck up before I decide to get my rage on and torch his ass!

"Okay, brah! Calm your tits! I was just fuckin' with you!" Helena wasn't in the mood for this shit, and she certainly wasn't in the mood for an imp to get gnarky on her. Annoyed, she brushed the little fucker off her shoulder, resuming to sit there and not give a shit about the meeting. All she was concerned with at this point was lighting up some undead, for stress relief.

The bitchy detective didn't faze her either it seems, and from what she heard from the others, she wasn't well liked either. Good, that makes two of 'em. However, she decided to make a show of rummaging around in her pockets, as though looking for something, only to return to...Alyssa, the bitch's name was, with false sincerity and venemous reproach. "Hmm, now where did I put that? Oh sorry, Aly deary, I can't seem to find a fuck to give. Oh wait! Here's one!" She pulled from her pocket an extended middle finger, a cheshire grin to follow.

Finally, the big guy had enough of their shit and decided to flip his. The look, like a Marine Drill Sergeant about to rip your head off and shit down your neck, the sound, like Ozzy's famous howl in Bark at the Moon being replicated by George Corpsegrinder Fisher. Griffin alone was a bad muthafucka, but Griffin pissed...

Helena quit the bullshit and payed attention this time, less out of respect and more out of not wanting to be the chew toy of Cujo's and Roman Reigns' offspring.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@KatherinWinter

Sorry sorry, I was busy helping my brother turn our Minecraft world into a replica of Hyrule. I'll post soonies!

Crossover Adventure

If this picks up steam, I'll stick in a CS. ^^/

Killing in the Name Of... (OOC/Always accepting)

@DominoPool I'll consider it, yes ^_^

Slackers...You Figure it Out

Juliet's brow furrowed, a bitter scowl forming across her lips. This lazy yutz of a barista, it wasn't enough to sit there and listen to her bawl about her problems Boo fuckin' hoo, drama llama! but the stripper crack, she's lucky Julie broke 'ol sticky (her knife) the other day.

"Fine. Whatever. This place'll probably catch fire due to the faulty wiring, so fuck it. I'm better off sleepin' in a van down by the river than this hillbilly ass shitsack. So bon voy-fuck you, Queen Bitch."

And out the door Juliet was, possibly to never be seen or heard from again...but not before pulling a sharpie from her pocket and leaving a huge middle finger on the storefront window.

Slackers...You Figure it Out

Juliet gave her a scowl that pretty much said Fuck you, bitch! Clean it yourself!

"Still pretty redneck. I'm from Iowa, Des Moines actually.
Name's Juliet. I don't have much cash, so could I probably do some work around here to pay my rent? This crapsack looks like it needs all the help it can get, plus you don't have to worry about leaving that precious laptop of yours." She said with a lazy grin.

"Ya mind?"

She reached over and changed the music to something...a hell of alot more fitting to her.