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STATUS: I mean lake dwelling spirits gotta have a side-hustle, right? 3 mos ago
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I mean lake dwelling spirits gotta have a side-hustle, right?
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@Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games.
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*Has a feeling Jones reads too many romance novels*
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Redguards are technically the Arabians of Tamriel, so wouldn't shouting "Haji" make more sense? No disrespect to my Muslim buddies out there, just sayin'.
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[2] It can also be effective in subverting the person's expectations. Take for instance Spec Ops: The Line. Looks like a boring military shooter, but is actually a grim look into the horrors of war.
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TouchéThat moment I realized every character is younger than mine. @_@;
@Luna Amore
"Well I mean I wasn't expectin' an apology." Harley replied under her breath, merely keeping her eyes on her book so as not to draw any more attention to herself. "But...well...you did kinda scar my backside a little. It's alright though, Nat. You were just being honest.
I ain't gonna get mad over petty shit like that. Oh and uh... Sorry if I'm bein' a bit moody right now. I'll uh...I'll tell you after class." There was a slight hesitation to her voice, as though she wasn't willing to tell Nat anything, but if she didn't, it was just going to bug her all day.
Looking down at her book and reading along, she sighed to herself, a dull frown etched across her lips. Something was definitely bothering her and she knew it.
Aww c'mon! First I get the call about Jack and now I think I done pissed off my camera buddy! This day cannot get any worse, can it?
Mr. Felton looked worried. "Maybe we should take him back to the nurse and let him rest. I'll call his parents again and see if they're coming to pick him up."
As soon as she skated into the parking lot, she noticed first off his crappy car. Darren was leaning against the driver side door smoking a cigarette, as always that crazy, pissed off look on his grizzled, sunken face. His eyes were bloodshot with dark circles underneath, rough, almost leathery skin pocked with several gross looking sores, some covered on his arms by sleeves of tattoos, and he was wearing clothes that looked like they haven't been washed in years. Helena knew he was already hitting the hard shit again, the bad shit.
Slowly, and cautiously she approached, hoping the bastard wouldn't notice her, but too late as he flicked his cig away and turned to face her.
"Well if it ain't Pipi Fucking Longstockings! What the hell took you so long?" His voice was harsh and raspy as he hacked a cough and spat out a glob of bile. That alone almost made Helena puke, coupled with his ratlike eyes glaring at her.
Grimacing, she returned quietly, "I was on my way when you texted me, man. Cut me some slack!"
"Tch! Whatever... Just give me my fucking money." Darren scoffed then held out his hand with an expectant look.
Helena, at first she hesitated, slowly reaching into her pocket and pulling out a wad of hundred dollar bills, unwilling to just set them in Darren's greasy palm.
Great... How the fuck am I gonna get out of this city when this dickhead is bleeding me dry?
"Today bitch!" Darren snarled.
"W-wait!" Helena drew her hand back. "What about my cut? You said I could keep at least half of what I got paid."
Darren's eyes narrowed at her like two sharp slits, like the eyes of a viper coiling back to strike. He spat at her, "Cut schmut, slut! Now gimme that fucking money, NOW!" Forcefully he wrenched the money out of Helena's hand.
Helena stumbled backwards, yelling, "Okay! Fine! Take it you fucking asshole!" She glared at him and turned to walk away, but as she did, she paused momentarily.
Darren laughed, rather menacingly as he sauntered up to her from behind. Carefully, Helena turned around, her face ripe with worry.
"What? What's so funny?"
"You. Stupid. Bitch." Darren snickered holding up the five hundred dollars Helena owed him. "This it? This is all you got?" She didn't like that look in his eyes.
Backing up slowly, she stammered a nervous response, "W-whoa! Wait a minute, Darren! You said I owed you five hundred! There it is"
"WRONG BITCH!" Suddenly Darren grabbed her, slamming her against the side of his car. Helena heard a click...and there it was sticking in her face...mere inches from her eye.
With one hand, Darren held her by her scrawny neck, his other holding the knife too damn close to her as he barked, seething with rage, "Interest! It grows over time! You owed me five hundo eight weeks ago! Now you owe me a grand! So where's the rest bitch?! Huh?!
You holding out on me?!"
"A grand?! That's bullshit!" Helena managed to spat despite her windpipe being crushed. "I...I only owed you five!"
"You've got till fucking Thursday, bitch! THURSDAY to get my other five, or I'll gut you like a fucking deer! You feel me?!"
Finally he let her go. Helena fell to her knees on the pavement, gasping for air. She looked up Darren with eyes burning as he slipped his knofe and the cash, all the money she had, into his pocket and got in his car and drove away kicking up a cloud of smog that stung her face.
Fuck...this...place! She thought...
"Well I mean I wasn't expectin' an apology." Harley replied under her breath, merely keeping her eyes on her book so as not to draw any more attention to herself. "But...well...you did kinda scar my backside a little. It's alright though, Nat. You were just being honest.
I ain't gonna get mad over petty shit like that. Oh and uh... Sorry if I'm bein' a bit moody right now. I'll uh...I'll tell you after class." There was a slight hesitation to her voice, as though she wasn't willing to tell Nat anything, but if she didn't, it was just going to bug her all day.
Looking down at her book and reading along, she sighed to herself, a dull frown etched across her lips. Something was definitely bothering her and she knew it.
Aww c'mon! First I get the call about Jack and now I think I done pissed off my camera buddy! This day cannot get any worse, can it?
Mr. Felton looked worried. "Maybe we should take him back to the nurse and let him rest. I'll call his parents again and see if they're coming to pick him up."
As soon as she skated into the parking lot, she noticed first off his crappy car. Darren was leaning against the driver side door smoking a cigarette, as always that crazy, pissed off look on his grizzled, sunken face. His eyes were bloodshot with dark circles underneath, rough, almost leathery skin pocked with several gross looking sores, some covered on his arms by sleeves of tattoos, and he was wearing clothes that looked like they haven't been washed in years. Helena knew he was already hitting the hard shit again, the bad shit.
Slowly, and cautiously she approached, hoping the bastard wouldn't notice her, but too late as he flicked his cig away and turned to face her.
"Well if it ain't Pipi Fucking Longstockings! What the hell took you so long?" His voice was harsh and raspy as he hacked a cough and spat out a glob of bile. That alone almost made Helena puke, coupled with his ratlike eyes glaring at her.
Grimacing, she returned quietly, "I was on my way when you texted me, man. Cut me some slack!"
"Tch! Whatever... Just give me my fucking money." Darren scoffed then held out his hand with an expectant look.
Helena, at first she hesitated, slowly reaching into her pocket and pulling out a wad of hundred dollar bills, unwilling to just set them in Darren's greasy palm.
Great... How the fuck am I gonna get out of this city when this dickhead is bleeding me dry?
"Today bitch!" Darren snarled.
"W-wait!" Helena drew her hand back. "What about my cut? You said I could keep at least half of what I got paid."
Darren's eyes narrowed at her like two sharp slits, like the eyes of a viper coiling back to strike. He spat at her, "Cut schmut, slut! Now gimme that fucking money, NOW!" Forcefully he wrenched the money out of Helena's hand.
Helena stumbled backwards, yelling, "Okay! Fine! Take it you fucking asshole!" She glared at him and turned to walk away, but as she did, she paused momentarily.
Darren laughed, rather menacingly as he sauntered up to her from behind. Carefully, Helena turned around, her face ripe with worry.
"What? What's so funny?"
"You. Stupid. Bitch." Darren snickered holding up the five hundred dollars Helena owed him. "This it? This is all you got?" She didn't like that look in his eyes.
Backing up slowly, she stammered a nervous response, "W-whoa! Wait a minute, Darren! You said I owed you five hundred! There it is"
"WRONG BITCH!" Suddenly Darren grabbed her, slamming her against the side of his car. Helena heard a click...and there it was sticking in her face...mere inches from her eye.
With one hand, Darren held her by her scrawny neck, his other holding the knife too damn close to her as he barked, seething with rage, "Interest! It grows over time! You owed me five hundo eight weeks ago! Now you owe me a grand! So where's the rest bitch?! Huh?!
You holding out on me?!"
"A grand?! That's bullshit!" Helena managed to spat despite her windpipe being crushed. "I...I only owed you five!"
"You've got till fucking Thursday, bitch! THURSDAY to get my other five, or I'll gut you like a fucking deer! You feel me?!"
Finally he let her go. Helena fell to her knees on the pavement, gasping for air. She looked up Darren with eyes burning as he slipped his knofe and the cash, all the money she had, into his pocket and got in his car and drove away kicking up a cloud of smog that stung her face.
Fuck...this...place! She thought...
I may have overdid it on their characters methinks. ^^;
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@Luna Amore
m.youtube.com/watch?v=luM6oeCM7Yw
Though yes, it did amaze her how smart Natalia was, it just rubbed salt in Harley's already open wound of embarassment to be thrown under the bus like that. Nevertheless, she let it go, despite her damaged pride at the moment, and sighed. Man, did this class ever go south for her after she opened her big mouth.
As instructed, she took out her textbook and opened it to page six. All the while, she was wondering what other trouble she might get into with Miss Maeda. Hopefully none if Harley made sure to just keep her opinions to herself. Looking at Natalia, she gave the blonde a bummed expression, muttering quietly, "Really girl? Did ya have to make me look like more of an ass?"
Oh duh! They were cousins, he thought, not brother and sister. Showed how much he paid attention to his new students. Hurrying over, Mr. Felton helped her carry Samuel to his feet. His brow furrowed as he could literally feel the boy's heat like a furnace emanating off him. "Good lord, Sam! You should be in bed by now! I don't know how you made it through school with this high a fever. Amelia, has he been to the nurse's office yet? Has anyone called his parents?" He hated to grill Amelia with so many questions, but poor Sam had no business being here this ill.
Her dad was already passed out on the living room couch when Helena finally decided to go downstairs and return to school. Not that she cared about her grades or anything, but it was...somewhat better for her to get away before she and her dad got in another fight. He was sprawled out, a half empty bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand, the tv remote in the other. Helena grimaced at the pitiful bastard, not saying a word as she turned and left the house.
As she skated down the sidewalk, she began to think about her dream she had a few moments ago. Her mom...what did she mean by the "real her"? If you would ask Helena, she would tell you she's always been this way, a loner who wouldn't take shit from anyone, but....perhaps it was just another stoner dream. She was about a few blocks now from the school. That's when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She stopped her board skidding to a halt and read the text.
The text...from her boss.
Helena sighed gruffly, typing a reply and shoving her phone into her pocket.
She hopped on her board and started off again, but once more her phone buzzed.
"Ugh! Fuck man!" Helena grumbled, once again reading Darren's text.
Darren's at Eastwood?! Helena shuddered a little gazing at her phone with apprehension. What the fuck is he doing there?! He's gotta be tripping balls, Helena! Dude better not make a scene or we're both fucked!
Her hand shook as she slipped her phone back in her pocket, pausing a moment to take a deep breath and compose herself.
If Darren was willing to go to her school to get his money, then he was dead serious.
m.youtube.com/watch?v=luM6oeCM7Yw
Though yes, it did amaze her how smart Natalia was, it just rubbed salt in Harley's already open wound of embarassment to be thrown under the bus like that. Nevertheless, she let it go, despite her damaged pride at the moment, and sighed. Man, did this class ever go south for her after she opened her big mouth.
As instructed, she took out her textbook and opened it to page six. All the while, she was wondering what other trouble she might get into with Miss Maeda. Hopefully none if Harley made sure to just keep her opinions to herself. Looking at Natalia, she gave the blonde a bummed expression, muttering quietly, "Really girl? Did ya have to make me look like more of an ass?"
Oh duh! They were cousins, he thought, not brother and sister. Showed how much he paid attention to his new students. Hurrying over, Mr. Felton helped her carry Samuel to his feet. His brow furrowed as he could literally feel the boy's heat like a furnace emanating off him. "Good lord, Sam! You should be in bed by now! I don't know how you made it through school with this high a fever. Amelia, has he been to the nurse's office yet? Has anyone called his parents?" He hated to grill Amelia with so many questions, but poor Sam had no business being here this ill.
Her dad was already passed out on the living room couch when Helena finally decided to go downstairs and return to school. Not that she cared about her grades or anything, but it was...somewhat better for her to get away before she and her dad got in another fight. He was sprawled out, a half empty bottle of whiskey clutched in his hand, the tv remote in the other. Helena grimaced at the pitiful bastard, not saying a word as she turned and left the house.
As she skated down the sidewalk, she began to think about her dream she had a few moments ago. Her mom...what did she mean by the "real her"? If you would ask Helena, she would tell you she's always been this way, a loner who wouldn't take shit from anyone, but....perhaps it was just another stoner dream. She was about a few blocks now from the school. That's when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She stopped her board skidding to a halt and read the text.
The text...from her boss.
<<From Darren at: 10:45 AM EST>>
"Yo bitch! I ain't fucking around here! I want my fucking money TODAY!"Helena sighed gruffly, typing a reply and shoving her phone into her pocket.
<<Sent to Darren at: 10:46 AM EST>>
"Chill brah! You'll get your money after school! Okay?"She hopped on her board and started off again, but once more her phone buzzed.
"Ugh! Fuck man!" Helena grumbled, once again reading Darren's text.
<<From Darren at: 10:46 AM EST>>
"I want it NOW bitch! I'll be in the parking lot. You better have all of it!"Darren's at Eastwood?! Helena shuddered a little gazing at her phone with apprehension. What the fuck is he doing there?! He's gotta be tripping balls, Helena! Dude better not make a scene or we're both fucked!
Her hand shook as she slipped her phone back in her pocket, pausing a moment to take a deep breath and compose herself.
If Darren was willing to go to her school to get his money, then he was dead serious.
@Vesuvius00 Death is part of the Four Horsemen, so technically he is a villain. He just has no set reason to act other than on the whim of The Beast.
(Bye Felicia!)
@Luna Amore Aww thanks! ^_^ Love your post too!
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