Rock Killjoy

Prison Life

Well I thought I had more projects for my finals but I don't so scratch that statement.

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I think I'm gonna drop out.

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Jasmine chuckled and pushed her bed back into place and sat down looking at Himori "don't worry about it kid it wasn't shit these guards hit like my grand mother and she's dead.As for slasher and keeper don't worry about them I could snap them in half like tooth picks if I wanted to." She shifted a bit and leaned her back against the wall sitting on her bed "Other then the old dude I don't think anyone else can take me on in a fight of strength and skill being in the marines and all I'm trained for that kind of situation." She popped her knuckles "I think they know better then to fuck with me"

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Jasmine shrugged "I don't give a damn you need that side anyways I don't need a shit ton of guards in here because you freeze to death or something" she stood up and looked at the speaker "fucking annoyance...." She pulled her bed Over under it and climbed up on it pulling the speaker out and unplugging it silencing the man shocking herself minority swearing loudly as she put the speaker back in the ceiling unplugged.

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Jasmine walked our of solitary escorted by four guards back to the general population her head still wrapped in bandages,the back of which had blood on them from her injury.Jasmine was lead into the cell with Himori grumbling as she got shoved in she heard the voice of the man whom she knew was a rapist the worst of the worst in crimes as far as she was concerned,she didn't allow it in venom and you were burned at the stake if caught on the mic and growled "what the fuck! This creep gets to just contact us willy nilly! What the hell is this shit!" She sat down on the unoccupied bed and shouted up at the voice "What the fuck do you want and it better be good or I'm gonna smash your balls like grapes!"

Demon/Human War RP (What are we fighting for: possible title)

So would it be at all possible for me to make a witch type character or a female solider who joins the group after her village is destroyed.

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Jasmine woke up in solitary and laughed loudly her skull wrapped in bandages she smirked and rubbed her arm pulling the bandages off "perfect....they all think im brutish and incapable of rational ideas....good" she wrapped the bandage around one hand and ripped it stuffing one part into her bra wrapping the other around her head again so the garuds don't get suspisious.Now she had a way to prevent finger prints of hers getting on things which would be overly helpful in short time she rolled her shoulders and smiled to herself thinking who to take out and who to assist,she knew she couldn't trust anyone of them not yet probably not ever.She also knew she had a major chance of death during escape but she's taken bullets before and has the most professional and unprofessional combat in the group as well as the most training.

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Jasmine scowled "I don't want your tucking pity nor do I need it Himori" she growled and was thoroughly annoyed leaving the conversation walking over to a table occupied by a two large men whom said something that clearly set her off so she walked over and grabbed one of the by the collar punching him in the face hard enough to break his teeth and make his head collide with the table knocking him out.After that the turned to the man getting up and hooked her calf around the back of his knee grabbing his throat squeezing as she took him to the ground pinning his chest under her shoulder crushing the air from him entirely his face turning purple his eye almost threatening to pop from his skull.Her assault was cut short as three garuds ran over and jumped on her but she wasn't quite done yet she growled in anger kicking one garud off and punching another before the last one hit her in the back of the head with a baton a sickening crunch following as she passed out from the force the garuds dragging her away to solitary confinement but first the doctor for a possible broken skull.

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Jasmine looked at the talk of morals and scoffed "morals don't mean shit here or outside..." She spoke grimly a look of a combination of rage and internal hate as well."I believed in morals yeah right up to the day the cops raped me beat my ass and left me on the side of the road for no reason at all....they looked to me and saw just another ghetto rat with no power and no god...." She chuckled darkly "don't ya see? There are no morals no gods no church no good everyone is a rotten bastard at heart...guns and money with these two things the world is a beautiful place."

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Jasmine looked at her and didn't take her hand at all she just spat on the ground "yeah I remeber you" she looked at her "Killed that Iranian diplomat in transit on an Iraqi train started a huge conflict...which gave my guys and me enough time to slip our hands into the Iraqi governments national treasury." She crossed her tattooed well fit muscular arms over her chest "not shocked to see you here you don't happen to have a phone do ya?" She chuckled knowing she didn't if only she could call Venom she could make escape so much easier.