⚓ - now i done grew u[p] 'round some people livin dey life in bottles.

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    [hr][align=center][font=georgia][size=15pt][font=georgia]franken 'toodles' styles.[/size]
    [img width=338 height=510]http://25.media.tumblr.com/tum…zfyrq2Le1rz7i8yo1_500.jpg[/img][size=7pt]
    appearance;;inked hair. bushy black eyebrows. light, emerald green eyes. tattoo on his right forearm with the words 'Cara's Jr.' since his mum's name is cara, and he is her son. c: has swallows on his stomach, and an anchor on his back with 'i will never commit' under it. his ears have 7'16 in black gauges in his ears.
    accent;;australian.
    [hr][font=georgia][size=7pt]Tonight was the night that Toodles had to prove to his mum that he was better than ever always thought. Sure, he was amazing at boxing, not tooting his own horn or anything, but some people literally thought that’s all he had his life focused on. He was ready to beat the f-ck out of his opponent, go out, have a drink, have some fun with Harold, then just crash at his house, Harold coming over to join him. Yeah, he had the whole night planned out, and if he did say so himself, he had a lot of confidence in it going to way he planned. Fight. Win. Drink. Sleep. That was pretty much everything Harold and him had ended up discussing the night before. Harold would be fighting first, and then Toodles, so he would cheer him on while he was in the cage, and then Harold would do the same for him. That’s how it went back and forth. Harold fights, Toodles cheers. Toodles fight, Harold cheers. And then, their manager Henry who was only about two years older then Harold, he was the oldest out of Toodles and himself, and about three years older than Toodles. ”Hey Franken! Ready to get your ass beat?” He knew that voice from anywhere, and hell, did that high pitch piece of sh-t get annoying.


    ”Yeah, Gemma. Are you are you ready to see your boyfriend’s ass get beat? Hm? Cause hell, you know ‘m the one who’s goin’ to win baby. No matter how buff he gets, and the steroids he takes, he won’t ever be able to beat him. You lost me, and went crying to his ass. Have fun havin’ angry sex tonight.” Toodles chuckled at his own words, sending the blonde a wave before he walked into the room that was designed to Harold and his taste mixed. Why the hell had he even dated the son of a b-tch? She was annoying, bratty, and way too spoiled. ”Pst, Haz. Beat the shit out of T’s boyfriend so Gemma can see what the hell she’s goin’ against. And, you’re probably goin’ to see T out there talkin’ to Gemma ya know.” Toodles smirked, plotting himself down into the spinning chair as he wheeled himself around the small room. ”Psh, you ain’t gotta tell my ass twice to beat him Toods. I’ll show her what she’s missing, and him, who he’s f-ckin’ with. All four of ‘em aren’t goin’ to talk sh-t ‘bout us, then think their goin’ to get away with it. And I swear, if she hits me, I will f-ckin’ punch her. Girl or not.” Harold hissed, making Harold chuckle. Of course the boy would hit her, he had no regrets about anything pretty much.


    ”Yeah, but if you lose mate, Henry will literally beat the sh-t out of you himself, and you know he’s a pretty good fighter at the age of only twenty three.” Toodles snorted, and began to bandage his hands up like Harold. The only difference was that Harold’s were a deep red since blood just freaked him out. How he’s still a boxer, don’t know. But with Toodles, his were a pure, bright white. He felt confidence when he saw blood spewed all out on his covered knuckles, knowing that with the power he held, he knocked someone out.”Alright, let’s go fight!” Harold cheered, fist bumping the air. ”You will cheer for me right?” At first, his voice was soft, and Toodles eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He’s never heard Harold’s voice so low, and…broken. Pulling the boy into an embrace, Toodles dug his head into his neck. ”I promise you Haz. I’ll never be anything like your daddy. I won’t leave you. And I’ll always be that big bro you’ve never had, even though ‘m younger. Now toughen up, let’s get out there, and kick some ass before Henry brings his big butt into the room.” Giving the boy a peck on the cheek, he jogged out to the arena with Harold right beside him. Waving to their fans with shit eating grins on their face, they gave hugs and kisses to some of them before Harold entered the ring, the cage closing as he eyed his opponent, ready to brawl after Henry had pushed a mouth guard beyond his lips.


    Toodles was on the ground, watching intensely outside of the ring, his emerald catching that familiar dark brown ones, a smirk going along with the package too. God, why did T and him even break up? Their relationship was going pretty good until he joined the damn fighting league, and ruined everything T and Toodles had going at the time, if you count sex, and snogging twenty four seven. ”C’mon Haz. You will win this, no doubt about it.” Toodles whispered, and slowly watched as the bell dinged. Even though everything was fast, his vision always slowed for him, making everything come slower than usually. Harry took a blow to the rib cage. Ferris took a blow to the cheek. Harry took a blow to the rib cage, and the kick to his thigh. Harry took multiple hits in the face before Toodles swore he saw Harry began to hallucinate. The boy tried to regain balance, but Ferris quickly took advantage, and quickly began to smack, and hit Ol’ Harold multiple times. Toodles knew if he interfered, he could cost Harry his game, so he stayed out. Gripping onto the cage, his face pressed against the black squares, Harry had gulfed up as many breaths of air as he could before Ferris pulled him back into the center of the ring, and began beating him again. ”C’mon Haz! We didn’t come here to see you lose! You better not tap out boy, or I swear!” The harsh words left Henry’s mouth leaking venom, but he knew Henry didn’t mean those words. He was just trying to get Harry angry, that’s all. Kicked in the shin again, Harry began to become dizzy, stumbling to stand his ground. That one blow to the head had him out.


    Harshly, Harry gripped the cage, everybody zoning out from the world as his breathing became shallow, him trying to stay in the game, and open. Frantically, he needed some motivation. Toodles and Henry weren’t enough. Then his eyes caught sight of her. The b-tch who dumped Harold. Sending her a smirk. Harry turned around, and held his hands up, and began to throw punches, and kicks. Left and right. Back and forth. No blocking. Just hitting the bigger boy. Soon, Harry had him into a lock where he either had the choice to tap out, or try to get himself unbuckled. But soon, he could feel the body going limp, and the sound of a hand hitting the thin ground that held the arena up from the flood. Letting go, Harold jumped to his feet, fist bumping the air, sending waves and smiles to his friends before he was enveloped in a hug by Henry, and Toodles. ”You did it bud! You knocked the motherf-cker out!” Toodles bellowed, giving the boy a pat on the back. ”Proud of you son.” Henry treated both boys like they were his sons, and they were thankful to have him. ”Thanks Hen.”


    As the ring was being cleared, Toodles knew it was finally his time to fight. It was finally his time to get in the ring, and show everyone that was here tonight what he was born to do. What his passion was. He was here, to inspire people as he likes to say, especially with that motto of his. ‘Don’t let anyone knock you down. And if they do, they get the f-ck up, and knock their asses down.’ He said it all the time whenever someone needed motivation, and now, since he was the one about to fight, he was repeating the lines over to himself, jumping around the ring as his adrenaline sped up. It was now, his time to shine, and show the hidden judges that he was meant to return to the champions this year.
    [hr][font=georgia][size=7pt]muse;;an eight. c:
    comments;; xc hope this makes up for me bein' like, a week late. my bad, 'm sorry.
    word count;;14OO.
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    if only sorrow could build a staircase, or tears could show the way.
    we would climb our way to heaven, and bring her home again




    "so i have to wear this?" Anabeth eyed herself in the mirror as if a wild animal was clinging to her. Maggie grinned, nodding eagerly, dancing around the room in her little white dress.
    the music teacher looked like a kid who got a pony for Christmas.
    taking another look at the shirt and skirt, the twenty one year old internally cringed- sure she wore some pretty revealing stuff but this... this was on a whole new level for her. she didn't really go for that whole "grunge" look- that was Maggie's thing.
    well Anabeth brought this upon herself- she let the woman shop for her. that was a mistake all in it's own. but she would never of expected this. The black haired woman was fine with the pleather mini-skirt but the corset brought it on to a whole new level.
    "so this is really what 'everyone' will be wearing tonight? this is really still a... thing?" Anabeth turned around, looking at the deep dip the fabric (if you could call it that) made in the back, exposing mose of her tattoos.
    Maggie nodded so hard her neck cracked slightly. "yup, totally. being a slut is totally acceptable now- it's like... a regular thing at bars now."
    you could just see the faint suggestions of the intricate designs of her octopus ink- and the flock of sparrows placed in an ark over her back were plainly visible.
    so was the small name, in delicate script, placed on the wings of the last bird- right at her hairline. Marlena Carver 2009-2010
    she needed a scarf to cover that up- cover all of it up.
    her self confidence had completely drained over the course of the day, all she wanted was to go home and ice the bruises hidden by the tight corset.
    but Anabeth had promised Maggie she's go, and she intended to keep that promise.


    she hated bars.
    Anabeth had forgotten- but she really had a deep loathing for them.
    they smelled to much like Andrew, tasted to much of alcohol and cigar smoke. and Maggie was right when she said dressing like a prostitute was the new "in" thing, her faux leather skirt and lacy top was the least of her worries.
    Maggie was chatting up guys and girls of the like, practically shaking with excitement, along with everyone else- apparently these guys were pretty good.
    of course that didn't matter to the woman slumped over herself on one of the bar stools, absent minded, stirring her drink with one of those little red plastic straws.
    Anabeth felt disgusting.
    what the hell was she doing here anyway? she should be home, waiting for Andrew to get back home from "work". she should be thinking of projects for her students or reading a book or doing something, anything other than being here.
    she felt uncomfortable in her own skin, with nosebleed-high-high-heels and too short skirt. to much black makeup caked around her eyes and lips stained to red.
    she felt like she wanted to cry.
    to scream.
    to curl up into a little ball on the floor and let silent sobs rattle her throat dry.
    but Anabeth remained, watching her best friend chatter away like the social butterfly she was, she watched and waited until she could get out of this stinking hell hole.
    she pushed a hand through her short-cropped black strands of hair, nibbling on the inside of her cheek and shooting longing stares at the clock. no matter how fast she willed for it to move- it never listened. just stayed along at that same mocking beat.
    get me out of here get me out of here get me- the woman squeaked as she was ripped from her chair.
    Maggie had her pale little arm in a death-grip, quite literally dragging Anabeth downstairs to the basement. apparently the fight had already started and- wow he was good.
    "Harry..." Maggie breathed, looking at him in awe as he struck his opponent down. "isn't he just... so... amazing?"
    "yeah, i guess..." Anabeth attempted to maneuver out of her friend's tight hold- which proved to no avail. "let go of my arm," she angrily whispered and the audience's shouts and screams tittered to a slight hum.
    the announcer's voice scared her more than Maggie's little surprise attack.
    "and now presenting to center stage... the big man himself... Toodles!" the house was in an uproar. but Anabeth could only help but choke back a laugh.
    "Toodles? what the f-ck kind of name is that?" Maggie gave her a glare.
    "we're not here for name judging," the blonde huffed. "now shut up and watch him fight."


    [hr][align=center][font=georgia][size=15pt][font=georgia]franken 'toodles' styles.[/size]
    [img width=338 height=510]http://25.media.tumblr.com/tum…zfyrq2Le1rz7i8yo1_500.jpg[/img][size=7pt]
    appearance;;inked hair. bushy black eyebrows. light, emerald green eyes. tattoo on his right forearm with the words 'Cara's Jr.' since his mum's name is cara, and he is her son. c: has swallows on his stomach, and an anchor on his back with 'i will never commit' under it. his ears have 7'16 in black gauges in his ears.
    accent;;australian.
    [hr][font=georgia][size=7pt]Getting into the ring, he jumped around a bit, punching the air as he sent a smile to Harry since the boy looked worried. "Why so worried Hazzabear? You know, that can cause wrinkles in your skin." He chuckled playfully, wrinkling up his nose. The laugh Harry let out was only a half hearted one. "Problem is?" "The man's twice your size, and you haven't fought for, I don't know, bout a week Toods. Promise me you'll be careful." Harry finished, flashing the boy worried eyes. "Haz, I got this. Toods isn't gonna die you know. I am still alive for a reason. Plus, I can't just leave you, and my mum out in the blue like that. Don't worry, I'll come out of this match bloody and sh-t, but I'll be breathing, and I will be able to continue onto the championships. Trust me." With that, Toodles slapped Harry playfully on the face before jogging back into the center of the ring, jumping from one foot to the other. "Hey Franken." Toodles scoffed even though he hated being called that dumb ass name. "Hey Maddison. How's your vagina doing? Does it still hurt from when I kicked you in the balls? Oh right, you don't have any, Maddie." Franken spit back, before giving the boy a small slap. "You ready to get your ass beat?" With that, the bell rang, and Toodles was quick to throw a punch at the boy before jumping back. "Let's go Maddie! I didn't come here just for me to watch you get your ass beat!" He called out with a small chuckle before ducking a punching, and kicking the bigger boy in the shin.


    "Pick it up big boy! I'm waiting for that hit you've been promising me for about, I don't know, a week maybe?" Man, was Toodles having a blast with just getting the big guy angry. Yeah, he could beat Toodles's ass in an instant, but from the money he got, and the life experience, he was pretty happy with getting his ass beat. And in that time of thinking that hit through, Toodles felt a fist collide with his cheek. "Ain't got much to say now do you?" Toodles rubbed his cheek before shaking his head. "Ain't isn't a word dumbass." He muttered, before aiming his fist for Maddison's chin. Sadly, the bigger guy caught the punch, and pretty much squeezed Toodles fingers to death until Toodles threw another punch, and thankfully made it. "Sh-t, didn't know the fatty was workin' out lately." Even though he was getting his ass terribly whooped, Toodles wasn't going to let this boy bring down his happy attitude even if he did beat the shit out of him. So that's exactly what he did. He waited, and waited, and when Maddison hit him, he fell to the ground, and just let the boy keep swinging, and kicking. Toodles had a plan that if the boy had gotten tired enough, Toodles could try and knock him out with one punch even though it would probably backfire since he would have to recover from the loads of blows himself. "Toodles! Get your ass up and fight him!"


    He could distinguish Henry's voice miles away. "Franken, get the hell up, and beat the sh-t out of that punk!" With that, and a rude wakening from Harry calling him Franken, the boy was on his feet, soon to only be punched into the fence of the arena. "Well damn." He muttered, holding onto the tiny squares, sniffing for a second, and shaking his head, trying not to fall unconscious. He didn't need an auto out. Franticly, his green eyes searched for a friend of his who usually kept him going, but when he didn't for those familiar yellow contacts, he cringed, wondering if they had already killed the guy off. "Move Toodles! Just move!" And that's when he saw her. His f-cking drama teacher. Not making it obvious he saw her because she had yelled at him earlier, he spun around only to be slammed in the face. "You know what Maddie? Bring it." With that, Toodles started dodges, ducking, and jumping from Maddison's throws and kicks, wanting the big guy to get tired. His speed was really Toodles only defense since his fighting was starting to suck right now. "C'mon big guy! Give me your best punch. Knock my ass out." He taunted, ducking another punch. "Ugh, stay your ass still, and maybe I can grant that command." Dodge. Punch. Dodge. "Don't think I can do that Mad!" With that, Maddison's throws started to become sloppy, and now he knew it was his chance.


    Getting close, he went for the face before kneeing him in the stomach, and pushing him down. "Boom. Boom. Bang." Toodles kept the sound effects going with ever shot he gave Maddison. "Wanna give up? Wanna tap out? Hm? Need an answer Maddison!" Toodles called out, giving the boy three seconds to recover before he threw another series of blows. "Don't mess with me anymore." With that, Toodles put him into a headlock knowing that if you went out from being conscious, it was an auto win for the person who put you in it. "Either tap out, or go unconscious. Your choice pixie." It took about two minutes of struggling for both guys before Maddison decided to tap out, knowing that he wasn't going to get lose. Letting him go right when the bell dinged, Toodles jumped to his feet, slapping Maddison on the back of his head. "Good game." Haz smiled softly, running his thumb over Toodles's bruising eye. Flinching, Toodles stepped back. "Sorry bud. Hurts." He answered before leading Harry out of the arena, and out the door where they would have to exit. Henry had given them both their hoodies, Harry's grey with 'MERCEDE' on the back in blue, Toodles black with 'STYLES' in white on the back. They both slipped on grey basketball shorts as the headed for the exit along with their shoes. Harry's being some old nike hightops, Toodles being his favorite dirty white converse.
    [hr][font=georgia][size=7pt]muse;;an eight. c:
    comments;; hao. sorreh for the wait.
    word count;;1O2O.
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    [hr]she winced at the sight- watching men get beat up for "entertainment" wasn't really her cup of tea. Anabeth had to push and shove in order to make it to the front, Maggie clinging to her arm. the music teacher was still buzzing from Harry's match, now it was time for her to squeal like a swine for this "Toodles" character.
    ugh- what she did for friendship.
    the man next to her was screaming at the top of his lungs, the veins in his throat swollen, face red. the sort of panicked look in his eye that told Anabeth he had some serious money bet on Toodles.
    and by the looks of it, the fighter wasn't doing to well.
    either that or it was some elaborate ploy to get some attention before going in for the kill.
    Anabeth's best instincts went for the former. and Anabeth was one to trust her instincts.


    everything was a sort of... blur- i guess you would say. she never really got a good look at him, just a glimpse of black hair, some ink, maybe he had green eyes? she was pretty sure they were brown. she also had to juggle paying attention to the fight and the sweaty bodies attempting to suffocate her and or break some limbs.
    if one more person put their hand anywhere near her butt one more time she was going to punch someone.
    and she had her fist raised to clock some poor bastard in the face when she was startled by the sound of a body smashing against the chain-link of the cage's wall. she spun around, eyes meeting Toodles' before he ripped away, only to get punched again.
    shit.
    now she knew why that name sounded familiar- crap this was not good.
    not good at all.


    Anabeth couldn't have gotten out sooner, she did not like crowds. at all. never had, never would. simple as that.
    she wasn't really sure where Maggie was dragging her exactly, but it looked like somewhere towards the parking lot, so Anabeth didn't struggle.
    until she realized they were following someone, and not returning to the safety of their cars. jesus f-cking....
    "what are we doing?" the black haired woman hissed, finally attempting to struggle out of her friend's death grip.
    "i want an autograph!" Maggie whispered harshly, nails digging into the pale flesh of Anabeth's arm still dragging her forward.
    oh she was so sick and tired of this bullsh-t.
    "let go of me- which one do you want it from?" the twenty one year old shook free of the grip, hopping on one foot while reaching down to untie her other heel.
    "umm... Harry- Ana what are you doing?" Maggie gave her an odd look.
    "don't doubt my motives, and shut up for eight seconds. please," Anabeth finally managed to get one of the black leather platform heels free of her socked foot.
    she took aim, letting the heavy shoe fly- and hit the poor boy right in the back of his neck.
    well... Anabeth was aiming for his head- but that would work too.
    didn't want to kill the guy after all. "OY! get your ass over here so i can get the f-ck home."

    [justify][hr][font=georgia][size=7pt]appearance;;inked hair that always combed up, just naturally. sometimes, toodles would let the fringe just hang, but it was on rare occasions. usually when he was tired. tattoo on his right forearm with the words 'Cara's Jr.' written in cursive since his mum's name is Cara, and he is her junior. her child. swallows tatted to his stomach, and anchors on his back with the words 'i will never commit' under the anchor in loopy cursive. 7'16'' gauges stretched into his ears.
    vocal;; husky australian accent with a bit of a little boy's voice to it.
    [hr][font=georgia][size=7pt]"God dammit!" When Toodles had heard those words leave his mouth, he flashed a look at the boy with a smirk evident on his face along with a smirk. "Kingster! You better have a good ass-" Eyes widened, Toodles had smacked Harry upside his head at the sight before him. Standing in front of them about a good ten feet away coming towards them was his music teacher who had a huge smile on her face, and his drama teacher who apparently was hobbling over his, looking as if she was limping since she had just threw a heel at Harry. "I don't think King would have a heel unless he was a tranny." Toodles mumbled under his breath to Harry before narrowing his eyes, his eyebrows furrowing together as he wondered what the hell would his teachers be doing here. Sure, there was a bar upstairs, but they had came out the underground door that led to normal ground. They had to have watched the fight or something. Ohhh. That's who he saw before he ripped himself away from the fenced arena to dodge hundreds of Maddison's blows which he was still proud of even though he had bruises to remember the violent event from. "Mrs. Isn't it just wonderful to see you here?" Toodles snorted, before Harry let out a hearty chuckle, flashing a smile at the music teacher. "Surprised to even see you guys appear really." Harold added with a shrug. "Get your bruises and cuts cleaned up boys! Fights the day after tomorrow! So, Saturday!" Both whipping their head around to the voice of Henry, they gave him a big grin, and a small wave. "Tell Fawn I said congrats on the baby and I wanna see my god son soon!" Toodles called after him only to be upchucked in the back of the head. "Still can't believe your the god father." "Well, you are not responsible enough."


    Letting out a cough, rubbing his sore stomach, he gave the ladies a smile. "Sorry, but um.. what exactly did you want? And how exactly did throwing a shoe at Haz help you at all in getting what you wanted?" He was kind of curious to why she had even removed her shoe from her foot in the first place. It's not like her feet were hurting, but then again, she had stood through Harry, and his own fight, so then, he had to understand in some way as to why she had taken her shoe off. Easy. She had hurt her foot or something of the sort. But why she threw it at Harold? That was something he couldn't just possibly put together just from a damn guess, or something. "If you want, you could come get some McDonalds with us. We were just heading there until I got chucked in the neck by a heel." Harry had said with a small laugh, holding the heel up when he had introduced Mrs's heel into the conversation. He really didn't remember what he name was. First or last, but that was okay since he didn't even know anything about the principal since he's been at that school since he was only a little sophomore.


    “So, wanna tag along or what? It’ll be on Toodles since he owes me some money, and food anyways. Cause I paid for him last time, and he ate my fries.” Harry said, a smile on his face. “So, what do you say?” Toodles decided to but in since he really didn’t offer his money up to these girls, but then again they were his teachers so it would be respectful to pay for them, but then again, he wasn’t exactly on the best side of his drama teacher. Oh well, guess they would just have to deal with it in just some random way than having a awkward tension filling the air. “Yeah why don’t you guys come join us? Not like you have anything to do…unless you do.” Toodles had kind of messed up on his words, his face shuffling into different looks of confusion as he slowed down to say the last three words. “Then you could tell us the story of why you threw a heel at Haz. We’ve got all the time in the world until Sunday night rolls round.” Harry underhanded the shoe back to the teachers before Toodles had realized that they were about two feet away from the teachers instead of the ten feet they were when that first started talking to them.
    [hr][font=georgia][size=7pt]comments;;ello. c: im so happy i replied so quickly to this. :p im just like ... so happy that i replied so fast with this instead of my slowness like last time. oh&also, if you forget what Toodles looks like, then just click ' appearance '. c: kay, bye.

    ooc} eep me too c:
    i really love this plot by the way




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    "c'mon pleeeaaasse Ana?" Maggie nudged her, hopeful smile alighting her freckle covered face. "you can get away from the asshat for just like an hour right?" She cast a glare over at her friend, hopping over to snatch her heel away from where it landed on the parking lot's asphalt. the black haired woman did not look like she was enjoying herself. one bit.
    "i don't even want to be here, you know," that venomous look turned to Toodles. "but-" she couldn't finished her sentence, all words drowned out by the high-pitched squealing in her ear. the music teacher continued to hop up and down, clapping her hands together, huge grin splitting her face wide open.
    she tried to ignore the way Maggie clasped onto her side, bony elbow digging right into her bruises. Toodles wasn't the only one who was sore from fighting.
    "let me just call Andrew..." she pulled the dorky little flip phone from her purse (to poor to really afford anything else), still struggling to breathe in the tiny corset. Maggie shoved her playfully, yet again unknowingly prodding her in the five branded fingers on her side. Anabeth covered her sharp intake of breath with a small cough.
    "aw c'mon, he's probably not even back yet. it'll only be for a while," Maggie flashed the two boys a polite smile, then turned back to her friend.
    Anabeth's gaze switched from Toodles, to Harry, back to Maggie. "i'm not going to even begin how illegal this must be."
    "since when are you so worried about doing something illegal?" the blonde giggled at the look Anabeth gave her. Maggie turned back to the boys, sh-t eating grin still painfully evident. "oops- you two never heard that." Anabeth angrily tugged down the bottom of the leather mini, black lined eyes still narrowed, red stained lips pressed together.
    Jesus f-cking Christ...
    "fine. lets get this over with," the woman snapped, stuffing the phone back into her bag. "it's the only way i'm going to hear the end of it."



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    oh oh oh oh
    she should leave her bag at McDonalds- and Toodles follows her back home and arrives right when she and Andrew have one of those huge screaming fights. Then Anabeth came come out crying and i'm not really sure what could happen next because it was just an idea c:

    [hr][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt]i am terribly sorry for my post going to come in late.
    i've been grounded&all, so i am terribly sorry for the inconvenience.
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    [hr][justify][font=georgia][size=7pt]identity;;franken 'toodles' styles, age seventeen.
    appearance;;inked hair that always combed up, just naturally. sometimes, toodles would let the fringe just hang, but it was on rare occasions. usually when he was tired. tattoo on his right forearm with the words 'Cara's Jr.' written in cursive since his mum's name is Cara, and he is her junior. her child. swallows tatted to his stomach, and anchors on his back with the words 'i will never commit' under the anchor in loopy cursive. 7'16'' gauges stretched into his ears.
    vocal;;husky australian accent with a bit of a little boy's voice to it.
    [hr][font=georgia][size=7pt]A wave of relief washed over Toodles as his drama teacher had accepted their invitation to joining them to go out, and get something to eat at McDonalds. Wait..what? Why the hell was he relieved? Shouldn’t he have been relieved if she declined the offer instead of accepted? The boy really couldn’t wrap his finger around the thought, but didn’t really care anymore. They were going to eat, and even though it was his treat, he just couldn’t keep that sh-t eating grin off his face because he was starving!


    He had a couple of questions to ask the older lasses, but didn’t want to come off as calling them old, cause hell, they were literally only like, a few years older than Harold, and his nineteen year old self. Toodles had guessed the girls were probably mid twenties, or something, not actually being sure. Tonight, they had decided to drive in Harold’s car that he had gotten about two months ago? Something like that. He had his black Mustang trashed by a fighter he had beaten, so Toodles bought him a new one. Anyways, since Toodles was somewhat nice, not really, he let the music teach ride shotgun since it seemed she had a thing for Harry. He mind sittin’ back seat, s’just he hasn’t rode backseat since he was about eight anyways.


    Once they had all piled into the car, Harry driving, music teach shot gun, and Toodles, and the drama teacher back seat, letting the middle seat stay cold, and empty, Harry stuck the key into the ignition of the car, and started up the engine before backing out of the parking lot, and leaving the lot, speeding down the street to McDonalds. It was about two miles away, but from Harry, and Toodles loud tummy growling war before their matches, they were willing to drive the full miles. Plus, it was McDonalds for crying out loud! Who just doesn’t like the fast food from there?


    Toodles had refused to buckle himself in even though Harry had tried to convince him that he was a horrible driver, and telling him things that Toodles already knew. Crisscrossed on the leather cushions, Toodles and Harry began jamming out to one their favorite songs that started bursting through the speakers. “Hold up, tell me what you see. Pull what, watch these mother-ckers freak. Why don’t you say waddup though when you see me in the streets. Music in this b-tch now drop that mother-ckin’ beat!” The boys happily rapped, jumping around to the music with funny facial expressions.


    Then Harry being the smart person he was, remembered that his teachers were in the car with them, and turned it down. “So, my bad. Uh, you don’t have a problem with it do ya? F-ck, whatever. Um,..” Toodles could see Harry struggling to try to cover from feeling awkward from cussing in front of his teachers. The kid was just an innocent soul that Toodles still was surprised they were so tight, and all. Damn Harold, you were going to have Toodles give you some conversation tips soon because you were just too socially awkward.


    “Um, so. What were you guys doing in downtown anyways? But really, what I mean is, do you like boxing? Haven’t seen you guys round there before.” Toodles asked, quirking an eyebrow. “I seen Mrs. Um.. I saw her,” Harry paused, and pointed to the music teacher, not remembering her name. He was only good with faces. “I’ve seen her before, like… twice.” He stated, shrugging his shoulders carelessly before pulling into the parking lot of McDonalds. “And we have happily, and safely arrived to Mickey D’s.” Toodles smiled, exiting the car before slamming it shut.
    [hr][font=georgia][size=7pt]comments;;aw, thanks! 'm glad you like the plot. c: um but yeah, here's meh post. c:
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    ack sorry-
    i'm going to be super inactive, i haven't had enough time to write a little note!
    i'll try to get it up tomorrow, promise