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  • it's how it's meant to be. | VISITING, JAKE ENGLISH NEEDED, OPEN.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Dirk, however, didn't know that Jake had wanted to say more or whatever. He muttered out an apology at Jake's flinch, then listened to him speak slowly, cautiously. He sighed, looking down at the ground, then to the side, back to the ground. He probably should have just waited until they were due to meet up, yeah. He was probably an idiot for coming out here with no warning just to whine.


    "I doubt it. I decided to join in the middle of a war, and now I'm co-leader, at least for a little while. But you know, I shouldn't whine. Hell, I'm pro'lly bein' a fool for comin' out here without any warning, an' all I do is whine about my problems." He quieted down after that, taking a deep breath then exhaling deeply. "Sorry."
    [color=transparent]#princeofheart2k16

  • the noose around your neck. | OPEN, DRINKING (he just likes alcohol ok).

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Honestly, there wasn't even a reason why Dirk was drinking. He wasn't upset about Impavid's death enough to succumb to alcohol to mask his emotions, especially since if he was, he probably would've just gone straight down the drug route again. He was simply having a drink because he felt like feeling the burn of the alcohol travel down his throat. So, he sat there, sipping from a bottle of Jack Daniel's.


    Don't drink, kiddos.
    [color=transparent]#princeofheart2k16

  • moth's wings. | PRIVATE, BUMBLEBEE.

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Dirk was somewhat of an artist. He had painted and drawn a lot more back in his older ColouredClan days, when Jake was just his boyfriend and he was a bodyguard, but he still was good at it. Or at least, he thought so. He sat in the main camp, drawing on a large sheet of paper with oil pastels. It was relaxing, to draw again.
    [color=transparent]#princeofheart2k16

  • I CAN JUMP )) o - gifts and alliance matters

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] ScarClan. Dirk instantly came over at the sound of that Clan, eyes widened behind his shades. He opened his mouth to say something, before closing it and just settling there for standing there, tense. "Thank you for the gifts." He said instead of what he had wanted to say, nodding his head out of respect.
    [color=transparent]#princeofheart2k16

  • HOLLA AT YOU [ OPEN ; HIGH SCHOOL AU ]

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Dirk used to be the life of the party, the king of socialization. That is, until Jake transferred schools. Everybody knew that he was hopelessly in love with the boy, and without him, he couldn't be bothered to hang out with people, especially when he had only done it because Jake had wanted to. So, with his packed lunch (his millionaire brother insisted he didn't have to eat the slop of the school's hot lunch), he sat at the loner table, crossing his legs and busting it out. "Dave made me take all this shit gourmet food. Who wants some?"
    [color=transparent]#princeofheart2k16

  • BAD BLOOD / PRIVATE

    [fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; text-align: justify; width: 350px;] Dirk had given up hope that he'd find his old friends. Everybody had come and go, and he supposed that was fine. Lucy was still there, and had even promoted him to temporary vice-leader. He had Jake, though he was in ScarClan. But other then that, he hadn't found anybody, and it made him... Sad.


    He padded over, scanning Quinn over through his shades. "Name and business."
    [color=transparent]#princeofheart2k16