-Insert amazing thread name here- [{Ratslayer}]

[adoxography]

(No idea how to start it. So i'll just post my exciting life as of this morning.*hint sarcasm*)

Another day in-... Well; reality. Cleaning somethig that didn't need cleaning, for the sake of bordom and germs. Alex sat in her car; using clorox wipes to wipe every square inch of the interior.
A '73 Suoer beetle; painted like Herbie the lovebug of course. A car she'd wanted for as long as she could remember; and it was hers. Every week for the past three monthes she'd repeated the ritual with a small lump of fur perched on the top of her angry birds hat. It was quite the scene. Once finished she checked her phone; another dramatic text from a girl who was most deffinately stalking her. It had been only a few weeks since she's come out and she was being hounded with questions and such at every turn. If she had to explain bisexuality, and that no she wasnt interested in every girl she saw one more time she was going to kill someone.
Slamming her phone into the cupholder; she locked the doors and set out on a walk around the subdivision.

[kittzkat]

(i'm going to be cheap and steal your opening, because I don't know how else to start )
Another day in-... Well; reality. Except, a twisted reality. The reality that surrounded the teenager, one that was demorphed into an oblivion. A reality of sitting on her porch rain, an open book next to her, this time it was "Mockingjay", her laptop opened to the other side, where she carefully watched the conversation she was having with Tayler about how ridiculous what if questions were.
It wasn't really twisted until you looked into her eyes, and you saw what she saw. Just looking at her, though, she was an average teenager. Once you got to know her, though, you'd see that she was a loner. One that didn't get along with almost anyone. One that was seen as the bicurious mental case. She realized it, she honestly did, but hey. There were better things to focus on in life.
Like Ryan's butt as he walked by. Now /that/ was something that needed to be focused on. She smiled as she watched him walk by, not that he noticed. They never noticed her golden gaze. It was a skill she had, making it so that people didn't notice her gawking.
Once he was a good distance away, she typed one last thing on her lap top, before shutting the lid. She shoved it down into her Twilight bag she always had with her, as she did with the book, before sighing. She needed to do something with her boring life on this Saturday, didn't she? Of course, she did.
So with that, the teenager grabbed the bag and jumped down from her perch, her legs, that weren't even covered to her knees by her ripped jean shorts, scrapping the back of the wooden ledge. When she landed, she readjusted her lavender camisole, shifted in her black four-inch flip-flop flats, grabbed her bag, and set off, walking slowly through the sub.

[adoxography]

(gee thanks.
"Like ryan's butt." xD for me its william. ;3 dayum that boy is fine.)

Alex walked with her hands shover in her pockets; her headphones sat around her neck, blaring music as always. This time it was "Everybody Talks" by Neon Trees. Her latest obsession. Talking the Sugar Glider off of her hat, she pet him before putting him safely in her pocket and rearranging her bangs. She starred at the ground as she walked; counting the lines on the sidewalk absently.

[kittzkat]

( niice! ryan, although he's a total jerk lately, is one attractive hunka man. /whistle )

She didn't have anything fun in her hair like a sugar glider, although if she could have shoved her fat cat onto something wearable, she would have. Shish, as sad as it was, was like her best friend. But at the moment, Gabrielle, Gabi, really, assumed the creature was sitting half off of the chair because she couldn't quite fit her chubby build on it with the pile of stuff loaded.
She sighed, glancing up. It was about that time when she saw Alex. She half-smiled, as the girl never really fully smiled unless the dude taking her yearbook picture was holding her at camera point was forcing her to, upon seeing the other girl. She liked her. Not in you that way, but like in the way that they'd known each other for a while and talking to her never seemed dull.
"Hey, Alex. Or should I say Rattie?" she called, projecting her voice a little, knowing Alex was always listening to music.

[adoxography]

(William's nice; he lets me call him "white-fro")

"Huh?" Alex looked up; Gabi's voice had torn her from her alternate reality. "Oh hey!" Her face lit up, which was rare lately. "What're you up to?" She asked as she caught up. Her accent slurred words as normal; as if she was straight out of Brooklyn. She tried to tone it down but it was always in vain. "Eaten any souls lately?" Fighting to keep a straight face; she looked away, referring to an old joke.

[kittzkat]

She rolled her golden brown glare at the question, although her half-smile increase, stretching to what was, metaphorically, to one ear to her nose. "Not much. You? And Yes, in fact, I have. Six, if you wanted an exact number. The last one was rather tasteless ; needed salt." She blinked a few times, biting the inside of her lip for a moment, something she had been doing a lot lately. It became so bad she had a huge wound on the inside of her mouth that randomly bled.
"Killed your sister's rat yet?" she asked, remembering the times that were now blurred with her fading memory about the beginning of their friendship that spawned around their hatred of chihuahuas, or rat dogs as the two of them called the horrid creatures.
( white-fro? that's great. Oh and sorry for the fail post )

[adoxography]

"Not alot. Running away from my phone at the moment." She shook her head; disapproving of herself. "Sounds like you've gone on a soul-diet. Good for you. There are enough gingers in the world. And no; not yet. She watches that thing like a hawk." Alex rolled her head on her shoulders before looking back down the street.

[kittzkat]

"Oh? Why? Running has never seemed like a Brooklyn-Inspired-Alex-The-Rat-Dog-Hater thing to do," she commented with a thoughtful tilt of her head. "I'd expect you to punch whoever is bothering you, not run."
She then changed the topic, to reespond to the soul diet. "Eh, yeah. It just seems as less people decide its a good thing to bother me. The tasteless one, though, was a ginger. Maybe that was why ; they don't tend to have souls in the first place. And that stinks. How bout this. You take her to icecream, I swoop in and kidnapp the rat and feed it to Shish? She has grown a liking for souls too. Poor thing ; it's not often a good thing when I rub off on someone or something that much."

[adoxography]

"Can't punch someone over the phone." Alex smirked; denying any infered idea that she was loosing her touch. "Of course it was tasteless then. And sounds like a plan." She laughed; shaking her head as her attention was torn away by the lines on the sidewalk.

[kittzkat]

Gabi frowned. "That's a strange response from you of all people. You are the type of person who would trace the number, find the person, then punch them in the face. And you haven't," she retorted, reaching her hand over to touch her forehead with her palm, wrinkles or worry creasing across her skull. "And your not even warm!" she stated in exasperation. After another moment of cheek biting, she nodded. "Alright. When does Opporation Kill Rat Dog commerce?"