}:LaDs AnD LaSsEs RP:{ (romance/violenc)

[eminachan]

Tsukasa held out her hand for Kiro to shake. "Just to let you know, I'm Tsukasa but you'll have to call me Tsu-chan." she said. "And you would be?.."

[Mariana's Trench ♥]

" You guys are no fun. I'm gonna go to that 'for sale house' and sleep there. I bet no one is there at the moment, and it looks like it can fit all of us," said Sam as she walked to the house across the street," Yep, no one is there. The owners probably live in a different house. So we can bunk here tonight!" Sam looked at the lock on the door. She looked at the window on the left hand side; it was open. She hopped through the window and went down the red-carpeted hallway. She opened the door for the others. " Hey, guys I like this house."

[Miko <3]

Kiro nodded and shook her hand. "I'm apart of the Stray Dogs. The tech expert, to say the least." He gave her a faint smile. "I'm Kiro. Or, Jared, since that's what you'll have to call me. It's nice to know another member of the gang though."

[MissRose]

Fi rolled her eyes in exageration but smiled. She started to rifle through the cabinet and reached for the only item in it, peanut butter, but Brigan grabbed her hand. "Fey, you're allergic," he reminded her gently.
"Oh. I am, aren't I?" she said, sighing. Peanut butter had been an acquired allergy, if there was such a thing. She wasn't allergic to peanuts or anything, just peanut butter. It was an abuse involved allergy--now, when she ate it, she couldn't keep it down.

[major tom]

((Stray Dog, I changed Jenn's nickname to Twitch since it's more suitable due to her random but harmless seizures. Also, who's Poseness? -Points to Jakob's name on first post- Fail post, since I don't have much time. . . WB doesn't help at all. I agree, this RP is moving way too fast! I know some of you can be on the comp, for hours a day, but you really need to slow down!))
Shane nodded in acedement, her pale blue eyes betraying nothing. "We'll have to lay low for a while, sty together." For some reason, Danny's eyes flashed at her words. She tilted her head slightly to the side as she closely examined his expression. Surprise flickered across her own face for a brief moment before it vanished when she saw desire and longing in his brown gaze. Her jaw tightened and the Weasel wrenched her eyes back to the grainy photograph. No. Not again, especially from last time. Hadn't she learned her lesson? Apparently not, for the once-happy girl tried to break free, temptation flaring up inside of her. Shane kicked that part of her back into the abyss of despair she was forever condemned to. She could not, would not become attached. If there was the sudden need to flee from the gang, what would she do then? It was dangerous in many cases, and she just didn't need it. A cruel, soft voice chuckled inside her head. But he is rather attractive, no? And you are a little insecure, yes? Shane gritted her teeth and ignored its chortling. She abruptly rolled up the newspaper and tucked it into the waistband of her skinny jeans. "We should go, try to find the others." Her eyes scanned the skies and focused on the pale blur on the horizon that was the setting sun behind a thick cover of clouds. "They're probably not at the meeting place, so we should check the temporary hideout. . ." The girl's voice trailed off and she grabbed Danny's arm and jerked her head to indicate that they should leave before proceeding to begin walking the the general direction of the cabin.
((I will post for my other characters in the morrow when I can. . . Actually, I have a bit more time than I thought, so I'll fail post for Phobia. Perhaps you'll actually read it, Stray Dog? -_-))
Kuro silently followed the girl who called herself Scar and briefly wondered what that stood for. If it did, of course. He could hardly imagine any parents naming their child that, but with his experience with parents, he would be prepared to believe anything. As if on cue, his burned arm prickled like it always did whenever he thought of his father. Of course, he had (re)made up his own name, but still. Once he realized that he wasn't imagining the feeling of warm flesh clutching his hand, the gangsta kid softly yanked it away, awkwardly averting his eyes from Scar's. His motions were disrupted and reluctant, since he couldn't remember the feeling of another living human's being on his own. Oddly, hunger flared up inside of him, and he yearned for more physical contact. It surprised him just how deprived of kindness and human conflict (For lack of better word) he felt blazing inside like a flame. Phobia easily vaulted over the fence, years on the street making his muscles hard and sinewy but thin due to being underfed for most of his life. His Converse-clad feet thudded lightly on the ground as he landed almost silently and he spun around to make sure the other two were following him. Not checking if they needed assistance, mind you.

[Daft Deception]

venom rolled over in his sleep and ended up on the floor, he stood up quickly, looking around the room...he relaxed once he realized where he was and sat back down. "ow..."he smiled

[Skylarr.]

Harlie giggled at venom.

[Daft Deception]

Venom looked over at harlie, "what?" he asked, tierdly

[major tom]

((-Points up- Edited it, though it isn't very improved. I just needed to post for Kuro. . .))

[Skylarr.]

"You fell." She hopped up out of the chair.