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

[Stray Dog]

(yay gaara!)
Alex stood there, bored . ..
"I'll be right back," Scarlett said than walked off.
"Huh?" Heather said, not even paying attetntion, "oh, whatever .. "

[Daft Deception]

"No duh, I wouldn't ditch my fam." Ally smiled, then looked at Venom, "I'm okay, and your self?"
(Yeah sorry I fell asleep....)

[Stray Dog]

(yeah, its 12 pm here . . sposed ta sleep . .shh!)

SCarlett had heard voices, so she followed. the, into a building. "Black Death," she said simply, stepping into the light.

[Mariana's Trench ♥]

" Shh it might be the police!" said Sam to Ally and Venom. Sam looked around.

[major tom]

(yeah, its 12 pm here . . sposed ta sleep . .shh!)

((Really? It's nearly twelve AM where I am. . . Oh, and wait for me! -Hiss- I'm writing a quickie post so I won't be left too far behind, and I'll post for my other charries in a little while and/or whenever I can.))

[Daft Deception]

"Nah, I know that voice...and if it were the fuz there would be more than one." She stood up, but grabbed her blade just incase, "who's there?" She called out.
(Wow its only 9 am here...)

[Stray Dog]

(lucky . . its so dark i cant see the keys! D=)
"Relax," Scarlett said, hands up in the universal 'woah' gesture, "its just me, Scar, second in command to Stray Dogs."

[major tom]

Kuro casually sauntered down the cracked pavement of a sidewalk, casting a paranoid glance over his shoulder every few steps. He slid his hands into his jacket pockets in some attempt to heat them, silently cursing himself for leaving his hand warmers at the orphaneage (sp?). A place he would likely never have to enter ever again. His fingers softly brushed the handgun he always carried and the misfit's face became grim as he remembered the lives he had claimed with the deadly weapon. He hated guns and always had, yet he still weilded one. A more familiar face flickered across his mind, one that caused him to halt in his tracks. Luna. . . Kuro's eyes closed and his pale hands curled into fists when he recalled their last moments together, which were his lover's last ones alive. They were fighting about his Glock 22, her beautiful dark blue eyes blazing furiously. She was shouting that he didn't need it, that he was just fine with his dagger. Luna was very opposed to guns and despised each and every one of them. He had ignored her protests and was screaming back at her with equal anger, waving his gun around. It wasn't on safety, and he had grasped it too hard. Luna's eyes became haunted and glassy, her final breath escaping her lungs and her lips forming a single word: Why. He shook his head as if to clear it of these thoughts and how horrified of himself he had been. To his slight surprise, the loner had found that he had continued walking and was now turning sharply into the warehouse that was the Stray Dog's home base. Kuro gazed down the dark alley that served as the entrance to make sure he wasn't being followed before striding in. "It's just me," he said when the others stared at the newcomer with varying levels of alarm on their faces. "Um, Kuro. Or Phobia. Was I accepted?" asked the orphan awkwardly.
((Wait for me! -Dashes to write post- I have Writer's Block, but this should be okay. . .))

[Mariana's Trench ♥]

( It's 12:00 AM here. I live in Canada. I'm a CANADIAN!!!!!! Wooooo!!!!!! sorry.)


" OK, Whatever you say boss." said Sam but she still got her knife out of her pocket.

[Stray Dog]

(waitin foh gaara, um, sorry if i randomly leave! i need sleep . . and dont rp too mch dudes!)