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by major tom » Sun May 23, 2010 3:54 am
Stray Dog wrote:(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.))
My name is Tiger, and your name is not Tiger, and I'm here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff. A few of my interests include science fiction, video games, comic books, girl bands, wearing too much eye makeup, and dismantling the patriarchy. My preferred required pronouns are they/them/their.
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by major tom » Sun May 23, 2010 4:00 am
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. . .))
My name is Tiger, and your name is not Tiger, and I'm here to make you think about death and get sad and stuff. A few of my interests include science fiction, video games, comic books, girl bands, wearing too much eye makeup, and dismantling the patriarchy. My preferred required pronouns are they/them/their.
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