This is P.E's fight story, before she named herself P.E and ran away from her family, and her best friend; believing she'd failed everyone. basically an AU where this happens, but she doesn't stick around long enough to end the fightclub.
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AKA SHE'S A REFUGE ON A QUEST FOR REDEMPTION.
also; watch this vid. You get to see P.E's fighting style when you f#cking provoke her XD
hoE BRO
also;
Drew the boss ass b!tch
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She was whistling the song 'You're gunna go far kid'
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MAY THE YELLING OF THE P.E COMMAND YOU
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She paused, unsure of what to say next, so she simply went with something simple. "It's a pleasure to meet you guys!"
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I S2G IT WILL BE THE BEST CHOICE YOU EVER MADE
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P.E'S WHOLE STORY IS ONE BIG REDEMPTION ARK
she's hardcore liberal, and animal rights, and wILL REASON WITH HER FISTS
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Ayyy I making mayyy
ALSO KILLUA
remember the thing with my arm I had a while ago guys
it healed and then came back worse so my mom is taki ng me to the hospital
crYing I'm gonna miss school and first period is that one English presentation and everyone is gonna get a bad grade bc I didn't bring the speech in
they're gonna be so mad eep
ME ATM:
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Meet P.E, (Public Enemy.) She's a got a heart thats bigger then her brain, and a hunger for a fight to match. She used to live in the slums, where the poorest of the poor, and lowest of the low live. The lowest rank. Rank Zero. When given the opportunity to become somehting more, she took it to the extreme. She lost herself to greed, and found herself willing to kill at the drop of a hat to keep her now decent life.
She took it to far, in a final destined battle with her one and only friend. Her best friend. It was a fight to the death...her friend refused to fight, but P.E had different plans. Around this time, she was still called 'Mako.'
That was the day she beat her friend to the brink of death. And what else would a coward do but run? She took her rank, and honor with her, and continued to assure the growth of the fightclub.
She's tough as nails with a heart of gold, and will beat up anyone who dares talk sh!t about her friends.
SO; WHO'S UP FOR:
[O]PLOTS
[O] THREADS
PLOT IDEAS:
[O]CRUSH (Two sided)
[O] JOIN THE FIGHTCLUB
[O] ENEMIES
[O] PARENTAL FIGURES
[O] HIRE P.E AS A BODY GUARD
[O] MENTOR P.E
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Guys, look how s*ck ass i made her plotting thread
good sh!t right there, AAA+
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"You seem like the lonely type." She smirked, attempting to put a flower Severus's head. "I'll call you Captain Emo~!" Hey, flowers instead of a rough punch to the throat demanding an explanation for the foreign term. That was a good sign!
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She didn't want to see another animal bleed to death.
The apprentice got down so she could nuzzle Trafs forehead, before checking for help again. Thats when she stood up. "If you haven't blacked out yet, can you walk? Talk? Can you move anything?"
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She turned her gaze back, and stuck out her tongue.
'Who the hell is he callin' childish? I'm the most mature animal on the planet!'
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P.E was looking at Corruptedserver from under her banchou hat. She swished the straw around in her mouth, eyes narrowed. This was one of the rare moments when she gave two sh!ts about how someone was acting. He was, different.
Public Enemy could usually tell what kind of person you where with a single glance. She was so simple and brutally honest it was easy for her. But this guy, this guy was uncanny. She wanted to talk to him with her fists.
"Hello! My names P.E~! It's a pleasure to meet you!" She said the words quite eagerly despite her secret doubts, a wide pleasant smile on her face.
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She turned her gaze over to Homekit, gesturing for the Fight club to settle down. 'WE'LL K!CK ASS IN THE PVP. FIGHT CLUB ALWAYS DOES!" The apprentice suddenly yelled loudly, the sun reflecting off of her golden four finger ring like fire.
The felines lowered the paw, inspecting Homekit. Hey...he...he had the spark. She was sure of it! But, it was to early to be sure. "Nice to meet you, call me Public Enemy."
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There's a lyric in a twenty one pilots song
And it is
"Gangsters don't cry"
...
I thought you'd want to use that somehow BC of your character xc
Gangsters
Don't
CRY
Is shot by feels
that song is a perfect plot device; AND ACTUALLY DESCRIBES HER WTF
HEY ALKALINITY;
I HEARD ADHESIVE IS FOND OF LOLLIPOPS AND ICECREAM
ESPECIALLY WHEN MIXED WITH CHILDREN
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She checked to make sure Meri was watching. She wanted to show her henchman what happened when people messed with her. Because violence in her books, was totally the best way to make people shut up.
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Thats when she realized. Maybe this was her disciples parent? She backed up a little bit, wiping a single tear from her eye. "I'm better at breaking things then fixing them." She turned her gaze to Homekit, and nodded, quite relived. "He has a pulse. Just wiped out. Kid took a beating." She was going to have Traf run 2k then drop and give her 20 thousand the moment he god better.
'Trained for fighting my ass.' Still, she was happy he was okay. To much lives had been lost to spill blood. And this wasn't one she wanted to lose.
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Well, Public Enemy is livin' the good life in CC. XD
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