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Lauren Negasi

Well, SHIT!

Ben had forgotten to lock her inside the Cone of Silence!

Lauren had gone to check on Amaranth Desire and properly feed her during the last few minutes of lunch - leave Ben time to chat up Sangue, change out of her combat class clothing, maybe make it rain some pain pills into her mouth. She'd thought to find the Bastille dorms a place of tranquility and rest, with Amy tucked in and blessed concussive relief resting right on her nightstand. Instead she found the Ibuprofen far from its designated neutral zone and a particular red-headed ex-stripper missing from her bed. Sighing, she changed out of her school uniform and into a sleeveless crop top, striped black and white, black jeans and ankle-high boots. With the sleeves of her jacket around her waist, bleached leather dangling down her front, she felt sufficiently casual for the dreaded afternoon classes. Only there was no Amy!

And her bedhead is so fucking cute, too...

Lauren looked at the half-BLT in her hand, and the bag of chips she'd absentmindedly finished on the way here, then to the pain pills. Heh. Heh heh. She'd just swing a candy bar or two from her own suitcase and everything would be aces...even, dare she say it...bitchin!

Popping the first chance at headache relief she'd gotten her hands on all day, and dropping the chocolate-and-caramel second chance into a jacket pocket, Lauren stepped off to Armory - her first afternoon class, affectionately titled "Borden School" by her team leader after she first waved her axe happily around the BASL dorms.

I'm gonna put on an iron shirt, and chase Satan out of earth!
I'm gonna put on an iron shirt, and chase the devil out of earth!
I'm gonna send him to outah space
To find anothah race!
I'm gonna send him to outah space
To find anothah race!

The quintessential example of the best accent on the planet carried her all the way to Armory, which--

As it turns out

Could not be spelled without the 'A M Y!'

Jeez, she looked like crap. Sexy crap. Guess that came with being a stripper and all. But jeez.

Sidling through the door and wrapping her headphones around her neck, Negasi plopped down behind a table, next to her frumpy looking teammate, and dropped half a BLT with as little Lauren-tier pomp and circumstance as she would have normally mustered. Two candy bars found themselves sliding over, too, on very short notice. No drink, though. Being Lauren really worked up a thirst.

(As Ben loved to quip)

"Que pasa, Desire?" Lauren asked sweetly. "You got yourself a cowlick, girl."

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[9/22/2015 11:59:51 PM] Tyler St. Francis: i.imgur.com/x0QwO9S.png
[9/22/2015 11:59:54 PM] Tyler St. Francis: A Y Y
[12:00:23 AM] Maine Justice: B E A U T I F U L
[12:00:25 AM] T-Sizzle: p e r f e c t
[12:00:26 AM] Tyler St. Francis: "MAYWEATHER"
[12:00:31 AM] Tyler St. Francis: HER FUCKING FACE
[12:00:42 AM] Omar the Bitch: That was great.
[12:00:44 AM] Tyler St. Francis: >bared midriff
[12:00:46 AM] Tyler St. Francis: >jacket
[12:00:47 AM] Tyler St. Francis: >the hairstyle
[12:00:51 AM] Tyler St. Francis: he captured my baby perfectly

Never stop doing what you do @NarayanK

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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take my like already

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Kaithas is working on a daughter of Hecate as well.

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so i guess the fucking hokey pokey is a big thing at haven academy?

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finally got king dallas up and running

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Dallas Relo

Location: Relo? Is it me you're looking for?
Interacting With: Rozalia Éathliel @MiddleEarthRoze, Oscar the Grouchette @Kaithas

Dallas wasn't overly concerned by Tara and Roze using him as a buffer; if Tara was gonna swing on her, she wouldn't have wasted time snarking - Dallas himself was a special case - and gotten right to stepping up. From what he saw of Roze, the younger girl was too busy eye-fucking him level headed to let herself get baited by the notoriously bait-throwing daughter of Ares. This pretty much came with the territory of knowing Tara. It wasn't what had made Dallas' gaze start to smolder angrily, or shrug off his jacket and place it on the table underneath his elbows to give his arms some mobility in case swings started getting thrown.

His gaze was still on the void left behind by Zeke. Clarissa Price had only been a must-invite because of Zeke, and personally to Dallas there wasn't much there but a cute, vapid bitch, pretty much the human equivalent of a penny. It cost a fuck of a lot more to get in her in your hand than she was actually worth at the end of the day. But Dallas didn't really know her and Zeke seemed really interested, so yeah, sure, swinging an invite for Clarissa and her brother wasn't the end of the planet or anything. The no-sisters rule, on the other hand, had been pretty strictly agreed on before going into this, and the second that Zeke's sister - kind of a babe, but also a major tightass, if Zeke was to be believed - stormed in and locked on to Clarissa, the son of Apollo had the fiery feeling that he was about to watch some Hiroshima shit go down in what would have otherwise been a perfectly fine living room, devoid of holes in the floor or ceiling.

This is where a bouncer would have come in handy.

Does Zeke know about this? There's no way Zeke would know about this. He'd be fucking livid. He'd storm right into the apartment and--

...

Oh, fuck's sake.

That's all he needed. Menopause and Manopause, twins of the sky god, trapped in his apartment with a shitload of anger issues. If that came to pass, he wouldn't just have a ruined living room, he might be homeless. He'd spend the whole first semester living out of a Mazda Miata and showering with a fire hydrant, like he lived in fucking Little Italy. Yeah, no. That wasn't about to fly.

And then, just as Dallas leaned forward to jump the counter and step in front of the suicidal demigod who had been trapped in a figure-four lip lock with Clarissa, Stella left. Just like that. Dallas' muscles almost visibly uncoiled, and his eyes looked more like eyes and less like blue bonfires.

"Au revoir!" Dallas muttered after her, taking a drink of his beer and spinning his medallion around an index finger quickly. "Good luck trying to make fetch happen!"

This place was gonna give him high blood pressure one day.

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enfj master race

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going off to my first speech in public speaking any time now

since i'll already be in the "annoying but charismatic prettyboy" mode i'll finally get a dallas post up when i'm back