→conѕpιracy?←[Semi-Lit]

[Emi Undead]

→XxX←
Tyson's eyes closed and he sighed, a sudden sadness filling him. "I think I have a hunch." He muttered, grabbing her wrist and pulling her forward.
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Claire approached the abandoned warehouse and pulled the door open. "Get in." She muttered.
→XxX←

[Quackzilla!]

~- Liana -~

Liana jumped slightly when Tyson's arm shot out, grabbing her arm and tugging her forward. At first, she stumbled, but soon matched the boy's own pace. "This is my fault..." She muttered, looking up only to see where she was going.

~-~-~

[asdjlasfjksdf]

l::l Alex l::l

Alex slung the Skitter over his shoulder and walked in. His breath showed up as small little puffs in the air, but not for very long. Once inside, he dropped him in a chair and looked over at Claire. "What is this going to get us?" He asked, cocking his head and slipping his hands into his back pockets.

[Emi Undead]

→XxX←
Tyson rolled his eyes. "Shut up!" He snapped. "It's not." He growled under his breath as he slithered through the shadows silently. He glanced around briefly, then his eyes narrowed at a closing door.
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Claire looked over to the boy, crossing her arms just under her chest. "This gets us Tyson." She said with a smirk. "And with any luck.. that new girl will follow." She added sinisterly.
→XxX←

[Quackzilla!]

~- Liana -~

Liana was taken extremely aback by Tyson's words, and she winced back at the intensity of them. She felt confused, and afraid; only moments ago, he had been comforting her with soft words and gentle kisses. Now, it felt like some stupid dream. Averting her eyes to the ground, Liana seemed to dull, her eyes the only indication of her fear and sadness as she drearily followed Tyson.

(( OOC: TYSON! -cuddles Liana- D:<
Liana: ;^; ))

[Lennoxa]

Tokko

→Annie←


-Basics-
Name:
Annabelle Blake Desbale
Nicknames:
Annie
Age:
17
Splice:
Airway- Spliced with a Raven.
Sexual Orientation:
Bisexual

-Looks-
Eye color:
Black-pure charcoal black.
Hair Color:
Black-same color as her eyes.
Height:
5'2"
Body Mods:
-belly button piercing.
-tongue ring.

-General-
Personality:
She's rude, crude, and socially unacceptable. But her softer side subsides her rowdy side.
History:
Annie doesn't remember much about her past. She remembers her brother, her sister, and her mother. But she doesn't know if she even had a father. If so he's a blur. But she remembers the final minutes before she was taken here. She'd stormed from her house after fighting against her entire family about her decision to become bisexual. That was the last time they'd ever see her.
Crush/bf;gf:
Alex,Tyrant,Claire/Open;;
Themesong:
Yeah Boy and Doll Face - Pierce The Veil.
Other:
Tokko

[Emi Undead]

[Hey! :3 Read the rules once more ;3 P.S. I love that song<3]
→XxX←
Tyson let go of her arm and stared at the warehouse. It looked too abandoned for anyone to use it at all.. But maybe that was their plan. Tyson turned swiftly, his hands on her shoulders - he stared into her eyes. "You stay here. No matter what you hear, or see. Stay. Here." He said, half begging/ half ordering.
→XxX←

[Quackzilla!]

~- Liana -~

Liana looked at the old, ricketty building and felt more fear well up; what the Hell had she gotten herself into? When Tyson turned on her, she flinched, thinking he was going to hit her. She squeezed her eyes tightly, but no pain came; he simply gave her an order. Liana cautiously opened her eyes, then gave a small, sad sigh. Being in this position - looking into his eyes, his hands on her shoulder - made her even more confused and angry. "I'm not five," She hissed, tugging away from his hands. Honestly, she couldn't care less right now. With a huff, she sat on the edge of an old tire, resting her head on her hand.

[Emi Undead]

→XxX←
Tyson sighed. He figured he'd go ahead and get this over with. "Come, on.. Please?" He asked her, tempted to use the same look he'd used back at home.
→XxX←

[Quackzilla!]

~- Liana -~

Liana looked up at the boy with a cold, red-striped-blue glare. She was more than fed up with the boy. "Fine; I'll stay out here. Go get your ass handed to you." She snorted and looked away, crossing her arms to her chest and leaning slightly. She began to tap her foot - more out of annoyance than anything - and tried to imagine that Damien was still alive.