❝ ＪＥＳＳＩＣＡ ＰＥＴＲＯＶＡ ❞
ｔｈｅ ｄｏｒｋｙ
mood: worried location: town r. status: single
tagged: cass, jared, karsten power: unknown (to be added)
ＳＯＭＥＴＩＭＥＳ ＢＥＦＯＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＣＡＮ ＦＬＹ ＷＥ'ＲＥ
ooc: bea is silent
Ｉ'Ｍ ＴＩＲＥＤ ＡＮＤ Ｉ'Ｍ ＬＯＳＴ
Ｉ ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＷＡＮＮＡ ＢＥ ＦＯＵＮＤ
Ｉ ＰＵＴ ＭＹ ＨＥＡＲＴ ＡＮＤ ＭＹ ＳＯＵＬ
ＡＮＤ ＳＴＲＥＮＧＴＨ ＩＮ ＴＨＩＳ ＮＯＷ
ＳＯ ＦＯＲＧＩＶＥ ＭＥ 'ＣＡＵＳＥ Ｉ ＷＯＮ'Ｔ
ＦＯＲＧＥＴ ＴＨＡＴ ， ＹＥＡＨ，ＴＨＩＳ ＷＯＲＬＤ
ＨＡＳ ＣＨＡＮＧＥＤ ＭＥ ＳＯ ＹＯＵ ＫＮＯＷ
ＷＨＥＮ ＹＯＵ ＡＳＫ ＭＥ ＷＨＯ ＡＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＮＯＷ？
ＤＩＤ ＹＯＵ ＳＡＹ ＷＨＡＴ ＹＯＵ ＷＡＮＴ？
ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＧＯ ＢＡＣＫ ＴＯ ＴＨＥ ＳＴＡＲＴ Ｉ'Ｍ ＡＳＫＩＮＧ，
ＷＨＯ ＡＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＮＯＷ？
ＤＩＤ ＴＨＥＹ ＢＲＥＡＫ ＹＯＵ ＡＰＡＲＴ？
ＷＯＮ'Ｔ ＹＯＵ ＦＩＧＨＴ ＢＡＣＫ ＦＯＲ ＷＨＡＴ ＹＯＵ ＷＡＮＴ？
ＳＯＭＥＴＩＭＥＳ ＹＯＵ ＧＯＴＴＡ ＦＡＬＬ ＢＥＦＯＲＥ ＹＯＵ ＣＡＮ ＦＬＹ
ＷＥ'ＲＥ ＧＯＮＮＡ ＷＯＲＫ ＩＴ ＯＵＴ
ＹＥＡＨ， ＹＥＡＨ
who are you now - sleeping with sirens
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Jessi grumbled some nice sized vocabulary swear words in her language as she lumbered to the big van. After opening the driver's door, she crawled up unto the seat and with the door open, starting to back up roughly while the brakes screeched. After a moment, blood hit the back windows, followed by desperate pained cries; making her laugh evilly. "Mwuahahahaaha! At last, my dearies!" But then she snapped to reality and turned the key, letting the engine roar to life. She back up easy at first and then hit the pedals hard until a thud rumbled at the back of the van and a whine from a canine. Perfect. She parked the van again and stumbled from it, landing half weary on her military boots. "Still alive?" The roll on her tongue was sharp, giving her the slightest of grins as she called out to her friends and her enemy, cackling insanely. She wasn't crazy but she was pretty cruel. At least when she was sugar drunk or in a traumatic situation.
She wandered to the back of the van only to see the frail line of Cassie pulling the Nazi up and Jared staring horrifyingly in complete uttering shock. Everybody seemed to look terrible, especially the dog as it heaved pitifully on its side, and hopefully sucking in its last breathes. The dog rolled on to its back, legs swinging in the air. Jessi bent low, almost feeling pity for the mutt. "Are you seeing the light, my friend, or the darkness?" The dog snapped out at her, jaws biting together, reaching for her face. Mindlessly without a care in the world of if the mutt-face lived or not, she kicked it away, watching it roll and roll and roll and roll over and over and over on the pavement until it came to a stop, and the dog hopped to its feet. "Oh, please baby Jesus!" She wailed silently, as she observed the mutt scraping its paws on the hard pavement, drool running from its mouth. "Okay, Cass, time to go. We can beat Nazi with a shovel later. JARED!" The Russian heaved her one hundred thirty eight pounds of muscle and some Hersey rolls up into the back of the van where she grabbed Nazi by the hair and drug him inside, accidentally dropped his upper weight like her friend did. Then there was a loud crackle that sounded like bones breaking. "Whoopies. I guess he's really broken now, right?" Jessi sighed, resting her hands on her hips, gasping a bit from the weight. As she bent down again, she felt his neck a little. "Oh, no worries, friend! I just popped his neck a little." She stood back up and ran the back of her hand across her sweaty forehead that was already breaking out around her hairline. "He might go into some sort of coma or what not, but I'm pretty sure he'll live." She had barely skimmed the books her parents encouraged her to read in case of emergency but she had remembered a few things. No, none actually but it was a good guess. But then as she looked back to her friend, she noticed Cassy taking a picture with her phone and there was a loud burst like glass spitting everywhere from a distance. "Wha ya see, wha ya see?" She hurled herself from the van, jumping over her friend, her boots only landing half an inch from her head. There, in mid distance, was a figure sauntering off away from some crime scene. A fire of sorts. "The Church …" She had been to the Church several times in the past even though her parents had scolded her since they were not religious and that she should not be either. Anyway, it didn't matter. There were most likely innocent people there. Well, she wouldn't be able to help since she was still in the Third World War with Nazi and his stupid mutt-mutant-faced-pooch-smooch-growler and she still needed to help Cassie and chuck Jared in the van. "C'mon, momma's boy!" She wailed at Jared, motioning him into the van. "Move it! Move it!" She barked, slapping him on the rear mindlessly. Then The Crazy Youtuber Comedian Russian Military Girl turned toward Cassie, hands on hips with a skeptical look on her face. "Well? Are you just gonna sit there all day?" She was acting quite serious but then she let a small smirk fall to place as she grabbed Cassie from under the arms, lifting her to her feet. "Man!" She shrieked, wiping her hands roughly on her pants, trying to get all of the hot sweat from her skin. "Ewww …" Sure, she was about the same, but it was much more fun to make fun of Cassie than herself. "Come on, you ride with me." She stumbled to the dog lying on its beaten side and grabbed it by the collar, drug it to the van, threw it in and before slamming the doors, she poked a sharp finger in Nazi's chest. "And never, ever, look at my friend like that."
❝ ＥＶＥＲＳ ＧＲＩＦＦＩＮ ❞
ｔｈｅ ｂａｄ－ｂｏｙ
mood: whatever ... location: town r. status: single
tagged: adam darko power: doesn't have one
ooc: bea is silent ... again
ＡＬＬ ＤＡＹ ＳＴＡＲＩＮＧ ＡＴ ＴＨＥ ＣＥＩＬＩＮＧ
ＭＡＫＩＮＧ ＦＲＩＥＮＤＳ ＷＩＴＨ ＳＨＡＤＯＷＳ
ＯＮ ＭＹ ＷＡＬＬ ＡＬＬ ＮＩＧＨＴ ＨＥＡＲＩＮＧ
ＶＯＩＣＥＳ ＴＥＬＬＩＮＧ ＭＥ ＴＨＡＴ Ｉ ＳＨＯＵＬＤ
ＧＥＴ ＳＯＭＥ ＳＬＥＥＰ ＢＥＣＡＵＳＥ ＴＯＭＯＲＲＯＷ
ＭＩＧＨＴ ＢＥ ＧＯＯＤ ＦＯＲ ＳＯＭＥＴＨＩＮＧ ＨＯＬＤ
ＯＮ ＦＥＥＬＩＮＧ ＬＩＫＥ Ｉ'Ｍ ＨＥＡＤＥＤ ＦＯＲ Ａ
ＢＲＥＡＫＤＯＷＮ ＡＮＤ Ｉ ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＫＮＯＷ ＷＨＹ
ＢＵＴ Ｉ'Ｍ ＮＯＴ ＣＲＡＺＹ， Ｉ'Ｍ ＪＵＳＴ Ａ
ＬＩＴＴＬＥ ＵＮＷＥＬＬ Ｉ ＫＮＯＷ ＲＩＧＨＴ ＮＯＷ
ＹＯＵ ＣＡＮ'Ｔ ＴＥＬＬ ＢＵＴ ＳＴＡＹ ＡＷＨＩＬＥ
ＡＮＤ ＭＡＹＢＥ ＴＨＥＮ ＹＯＵ'ＬＬ ＳＥＥ
Ａ ＤＩＦＦＥＲＥＮＴ ＳＩＤＥ ＯＦ ＭＥ Ｉ'Ｍ ＮＯＴ ＣＲＡＺＹ，
Ｉ'Ｍ ＪＵＳＴ Ａ ＬＩＴＴＬＥ ＩＭＰＡＩＲＥＤ Ｉ ＫＮＯＷ
ＲＩＧＨＴ ＮＯＷ ＹＯＵ ＤＯＮ'Ｔ ＣＡＲＥ ＢＵＴ ＳＯＯＮ
ＥＮＯＵＧＨ ＹＯＵ'ＲＥ ＧＯＮＮＡ ＴＨＩＮＫ ＯＦ ＭＥ
ＡＮＤ ＨＯＷ Ｉ ＵＳＥＤ ＴＯ ＢＥ．．．
ＭＥ
unwell - matchbox 20
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Evers leisurely fixed his eyes upon the earth; surreptitious on beholding custody over his conceiving chic plan to himself. Depending on the state of affairs at hand; he would require cronies and obtain hold of arms and ammunition. He knew the Coates scholars and their manner of doings. He wasn’t greatly diverse but he wasn’t too ardent on taking life from one or brutal torturing afflict. Evers would stand his fight and go to battle; though he wasn’t madly insane like the others. Was this Adam lad? Was he a collaborator? Will he turn backs, or had they even unconsciously established on camaraderie? The chap had lost concentration from the outside and was almost flying past the stumbling words that dived from Adam’s mouth. "Investigate?" Oh, there had been a fire he could now see from a distance. Glass shattered, spraying against the pavement floor. He needed a system, something to work with. And this, this was not going to work with his plan of sorts. He would most likely need weapons; especially his old baby at home. Yes, his .9mm that he had picked up when he was barely fourteen. Perfect. Then he would need something larger and more capable. If the boy would stay long enough, he would consider letting a weapon into his untrustworthy hands. Though, not too likely. "I have more important things to do, but by all means, help yourself." His sturdy voice drawled from behind the boy as he was stopped now. "I'll be back in a bit." Was all Evers informed him of as he vanished down the road, jumping over the same wire fence he had been sneaking over ever since he moved to the dump when he had be ten or so.
After that, he took separate paths from the boy and headed in through the woods on his old trail. Branches had fallen, weeds had grown through on the path that used to be clear, and leaves covered most of the earth and soil. Nothing like he remembered, but what did he remember anyway? Long ago he had lost many of his most precious memories since the accident and tried to gain new ones once moving to Florida and away from Texas, but still things became foggy in the new days. After a little bit of moving along with twigs smacking him, he came to a stop at the front of a sunken home. The grass crawled up the front door, branches fallen on the busting roof, windows broken, and piles of trash heaped in the front yard. Home sweet home. Well, not his real home anyway. Evers tried the knob a few times but after no budge, he kicked the door, but a little too hard to bring it all down. "Well, it was an old house." He mindlessly shrugged it off and peered inside the room. A fine few layers of dust and musky smell lay in the thick gloomy air; making the guy wince the slightest. Soon after observing the area; he shoved himself through the doorway and headed for his bedroom where he found his bed missing along with most of his belongings. A few words were muttered angrily from him but he stayed cool as long as possible. Luckily, his parents did not know of his secret 'stash' in the vents. Though he did smoke, his 'stash' did not include drugs but more like money and expensive items. Evers pulled his nightstand out and heaved himself atop, took down the vent, and then let his fingers fumble around to find his jackpot. There, his flushed fingers lay upon the cold grip of his .9mm pistol. The grip was so nice, a cold scoff escaped him. Perfect. Just perfect
