Posts by BARBARA F.

"Zenith," Barb greeted simply, a smile curling at the edges of her lips as she stepped forth, coming to stand beside Primal and her gaze quickly flicking over the savannah's form, a soft hum escaping her chest. "It's nice to see you again, hun." Of course it was - the girl was pretty good company, and she wasn't horrible to look at, either. Luckily for Zen, a lot of Ruiners - Barbara, at least - seemed to enjoy sugary foods, so it certainly hadn't been a bad idea to bring. Picking up a cupcake, she dragged her tongue over some of the icing, pausing for a moment to savor the flavor before she added, "Thanks- this is pretty good."

Barb would admit, she was proud of herself for this. It hadn't exactly been difficult, but damn, did it feel good. For one reason or another, Fourth had come rather easily, but the tabby still held her dagger to his throat as she guided him into camp, a smirk stretching across her lips. He was big as fuck, so it was lucky, on her part, that he'd been so willing to follow along with her. At this point, there was no real reason for her hatred toward Fourthwall; he wasn't dating her friend anymore, and the Blackheart Rogues hadn't caused any problems for the Ruins in a while, but at this point, it was only instinct. She'd disliked him since they met, so why stop now? It was natural to do so at this point, and Barb wasn't the best at breaking old habits.

Stepping into the center of camp, the Queen attempted to swipe Fourth's legs out from under him, pointing her blade toward him to keep him from getting up as she called, "Hey, guys, come check out who I grabbed for the Gladiator Ring." This would be her... second capture for the ring, right? Great, and Bucky had grabbed Feliks, too- she wasn't sure about everyone else, but they'd figure it out soon enough.

//sdsgyfzh sorry this is late & so short !! Fourthwall Fallout

Cooking, baking, crafts- none of it was really Barbara's forte. Not only was she terrible at it, but she was too lazy to spend a ton of time on it when she could get someone else to make her her own food, or she could just go hunting. While she preferred sweets and cooked food, if it came down to her having to cook for herself, she'd much rather just eat some raw prey. It was no big deal, really. But a baking class? There'd be a ton of free food, once they were done, and Barb was perfectly fine with mooching off of the others' food. "I'll just watch," she spoke up as she strode over, a slight smirk displayed on her features. The Queen took a quick seat off to the side, likely to come a little closer later and eat a bit of the others' cookie dough, but for now observing from a distance.

Cigarette smoke was a familiar smell to Barb. She’d smoked a few in her life, usually when one of her... “partners” offered her one, and of course, her wonderful friend Jerseyboy constantly had the either stale or fresh scent clinging to his coat. Hypo did, too, on occasion. It was a comforting smell to her, at this point in time, one that had become familiar to the tabby, a sort of constant in her life, one that usually meant she was either going to let go of a shitton of tension or... let go of a shitton of tension, though in two very, very different ways. Arriving shortly after Primal, she’d have to admit, it’d been the smell that had drawn her over in the first place, something in her subconscious tugging her in the direction of the familiar scent. The person smoking, however, wasn’t someone familiar to her. Huh.

“You got another one of those, kid?” the slender Queen questioned, coming to stand near Hypo and ignoring the kid’s behaviour toward her friend- she was still bitter about the whole him dying thing, and he could handle himself, anyway. “Barbara, by the way,” she would add, though she bigheadedly assumed he already knew who she was.

//mobile hhhh

”Why stop him? If he wants to fuck up his head more, who cares?” Barb replied to Hypokrisis as she strode over. Of course, he hadn’t yet, but such behaviour was something she expected from the old man. The tabby turned her gaze onto Feliks, a cruel sneer marring lovely features as she looked him over. Pathetic. “Poor FeeFee,” she cooed, brushing the bars with the back of her paw as she cocked her head slightly to the side. She was still pissed about what had happened back at his capture, but her leg was bandaged and holding her weight now, so it was no big deal- it was more so her ego that was still bruised. “Why don’t you chase your tail, huh? That seems like entertainment enough for someone as simpleminded as you.” It was always fun to fuck with her former clanmate, but she couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t asked for a master yet, or something; knowing Feliks, he’d want to use being a prisoner to his advanatage. Maybe he’d lost his old charm- and brains.

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"Sounds boring," was the first thing Barbie said, though she approached anyway, nose upturned and wrinkled slightly as she observed Primal. Weren't puppet shows kid things? She should be used to it at this point, though, since she'd basically lived with a man-child up until Bucky and Jamie adopted their kids. However, an excuse to sit back and now do a ton of hard work was an excuse, regardless of what she might be subjecting herself to, so she took a seat a short distance away from the actual audience, head raised as she curled her tail around her paws, waiting for Primal to begin.

Well, this was gonna be fun. Barb had never done one of these, but it was a tradition she was looking forward to implementing; blood sacrifices.

It was a pretty simple process. Barb would call for a meeting, and the new Warlord, or Warlords, (or, in this case, Overseer), would step forth. She'd do a little speech, or whatever the fuck, and they'd have to repeat after her. They'd cut their paw open with her dagger, bleed onto the ceremonial skull, and that was pretty much it. Easy. Though, Hypokrisis had never done it for his promotion to Warlord - it was a new tradition -, and neither had Bucky, so Barbara decided it was a good chance to get it done for both of them. So, having notified the two of them of the meeting, she waited in the high positions' pyramid rather than her usual meeting place. Other Ruiners had been invited as well, so it would be interesting for non-high positions, since the majority of them had never been in there.

The Queen waited patiently in the pyramid, seated atop a platform made of sandstone, elevated about a foot above the rest of the pyramid. There were stairs off to the side of it that led up, and scattered around the bottom of it were dozens of bones. Extra? Maybe. But that was kind of the point. With the ceremonial skull, which had been polished clean, sitting at her paws, along with the dagger both Bucky and Hypo would be cutting themselves with, Barb patiently waited for the others to gather, lips set into a neutral line.

HYPOKRISIS   BUCKINGHAM B.

"Hey, London," Barbie greeted casually as she stepped forward, casting Jacob a brief, somewhat inquisitive glance, though she quickly refocused on the Blizzardclanner. The kid was weird- she wouldn't think too much about it. Instead, she offered Lon a slight nod, a momentary smile, forced though not visibly, dancing across scarred features. Taking a quick seat beside Diego, Barb raised a paw to her lips, her tongue gliding almost automatically over her fur before she questioned, "How's Blizzardclan been?" Was Aleksei still leading? Last she checked, yeah. She didn't know who his deputy, or whatever the fuck Blizzardclan called them, was, and he wasn't a bad leader, so she'd prefer it stayed that way, anyway. Leadership changes, even in other clans, could fuck a lot of things up if they didn't know what they were doing.

”Really?” Barb spoke up in response to her niece as she approached, dazzling blue eyes resting on the little girl for a moment. Dead. Yeah, she was pretty sure they were dead. “Are you sure?” she went on, prodding a corpse near her with a paw. Sarcasm dripped from her tone as she gave a soft roll of azure eyes, though her gaze quickly flicked over to Raygun. Huh, he looked kind of like a dick. Barbara wasn’t sure if she should say that out loud or not, so as he spoke, she kind of spaced, considering how offended someone might get, and how much interest they’d lose in joining, if she called them a dick the moment they met. Personality-wise, he was fine, but he just looked like one.

Once he finished speaking and she finished pondering the subject, she spoke up, having heard some of his last words, “It means red, too, actually. Like blood.” God damn, how had she not known about the other definition? “And as for the Ruins-“ she paused. She didn’t know the answer to that. “Why do you ask so many damn questions?” Regardless of her irritation - mostly with herself -, the cream-furred molly answered after a moment, “You’re in the Ruins. I’m Barbara Fawkes, Queen of this place. ‘You joining, or what?”

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//ayyy i thought it'd be best if we went private to open, but if you want me to make a separate thread, lmk ! also i wasn't sure how to start this sdigjhadjs so i can edit if u need Fourthwall Fallout

Barb was a bitch. She was well aware of that fact, and she wouldn't argue. She wasn't a "good" person, she wasn't nice. She practically lived to cause trouble, to dominate as many people and clans as she possibly could. Whether she realized it or not, she was constantly looking to start shit, and who better to start it with than someone she already hated? There was no real reason to, not anymore, and he was fully aware of that, but why stop now? She was consistent in her hatred, and if she just stopped being a dick to Fourthwall one day, it'd totally ruin her reputation. She was an unforgiving dickhead, and she wasn't about to change that. So, deciding she deserved to have at least a little bit of fun, the Queen strode over to the prison chambers where she was sure the Outlaw would be, unless someone had taken him out, though since night was just falling, she didn't think anyone would have brought him out; most of them were probably heading off duty for the night.

And, she was right, the large form of the canine becoming clear as she placed a paw on the bars to his own cell, fiddling with the lock for almost a moment before it came undone and the door came open. "Hey, Fourth," she greeted, testing the nickname on her tongue. She didn't like it. "Wanna go for a walk?" She was risking a lot right now, sure, but who cared? She could handle herself.

To say Barb was nosy would be an understatement. She didn't really give a shit about anyone else's lives, but the more she knew about them, the more dirt she could gather on them, which meant she'd have the upperhand if they ever developed any sort of grudge, or something. So, yeah, admittedly, she'd wander her clanmates' chambers, listening for anything she could use against them. Was one of them having an affair? Did they have an embarrassing hobby? She supposed she didn't need to know, but she had to. So, as she wandered down the halls of the pyramid, she spotted something- a bit of light and noise from behind a somewhat open door, and she cocked her head. Barbara stepped forward, peering into the den that she quickly realized was Horrible's, but...

"What the fuck?" was all the Queen uttered, gaze flicking between the lizard and the scorpion and then up to the scientist before her. A mad scientist, if you asked her, but who was she to talk?

Valentine's Day was a fucking joke. There was no point in it at all- it was human-created, just so they could sell more candies and cards and shit. It was stupid. People who celebrated it were stupid. In the end, most people were stupid. Barbara figured that out a long time ago, though. Still, food was food, and sugar was sugar, so the offer of a cookie wasn't exactly one she'd turn down, even if it was in the spirit of cheesy romance, and compassion, and couples. Gross. It all reminded her of that bullshit relationship she'd had with Solveig, and the only thing she'd gotten out of that was that girlfriends, and feelings in general, were overrated, and that Solveig was sensitive as fuck. Fuck her. She didn't need anyone to make her happy- sex and free food was fine by her, and it looked like she was getting one of those right now- though unfortunately, it was not the latter.

Striding over after Hypo, her azure gaze flicked over the cookies and paper hearts he had cut out, completely disregarding the valentines and instead grabbing one of the peanut butter cookies as she settled down beside Hypokrisis and took a small bite from her snack, chewing thoughtfully for a moment. "Not bad, kid," she said, ears flicking slightly as she listened to what the elegant little hellhound beside her had to stay. Only sappy shit, as per usual.

It hadn't quite been a week since Barb last held a meeting in the Ruins, but she was going to be a bit busy this weekend, and she figured she might as well get this boring-ass shit out of the way while she could. So, approaching her usual meeting place at a leisurely pace, Barbara jumped onto her little perch, taking a quick seat and curling her tail around her paws. There wasn't a ton to talk about this week, but she'd try not to make it too brief. Vibrant blue gaze flitting over the camp before her, Barb cleared her throat, calling, just as she usually did, "Sanguine Ruins, gather 'round for a meeting." She waited for a few Ruiners to gather, her tail flicking in mild impatience, before the began, chin lifted slightly.

Once she had a sizable crowd around her, the Queen began, "Not a ton's really happened this week when it comes to allies - or enemies -, but Jacob is holding a blind dating event. I think it might only be clanwide? Hell, I don't know. Ask him." She was only here to give them basic information, not a whole damn speech on the event. Hopefully, her clanmates understood that- probably, right? Whatever, their loss. "Also, don't forget that we have the gladiator ring coupled with a capture contest, so if you're interested in that, you can check it out here. Don't forget, if you do capture someone for the ring and want to compete in the contest, to post the link to the thread of their capture." Maybe people just hadn't done anything, or maybe they were forgetting, but whatever it was, she needed to be able to keep track of these things. Quick to move onto announcements concerning ranks - though, she really didn't have a ton of those, either -, Barb shifted her weight slightly, blinking down at those gathered around her.

"Aron, Corpselilly, Lucien, Raygun, Rambeu, Alexandria, and Elvis, welcome to the clan. Try not to get yourselves killed, eh?" Her usual warning, though not any less sincere than the first time- she didn't want to have to deal with newcomers getting their asses stabbed, or some shit. Continuing, she said, "Crocodiletears stepped down, and Whisp- I want to see you both around more." They had once both proven promising, but Croc had decided to step down and Whisp kind of fallen silent as of late, as in she'd hardly seen him, if at all, in this past week, but she hoped he’d be able to step it up a bit. She paused for a moment, going over more announcements in her head. "Bucky, Hypo, Alsanna, and Jacob, thanks for being active, or whattever. Keep up the good work.” Praising other people had always been difficult for her, but when she reminded herself she had to, it wasn’t as bad. “Horrible," Barbie went on, fixing her gaze on the scientist, "You're promoted to second tier.” The guy seemed okay, and he was around quite a bit, so she found him deserving of the position.

With that all sakd, she got to her paws, glancing over her clanmates once more as a soft hum escaped her throat. “That’s all,” she finished, shaking some dust out of her pristine fur as she licked her dry nose thoughtfully. “Meeting dismissed, unless anyone has anything to add.” After an incident a while ago, though, she had become far less willing to listen to Ruiners speaking up during meetings. If no one said anything, she would jump off of her little ledge, likely off to find somewhere to bask in the sun.

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To say Barb liked Jerseyboy would be an understatement- at least, not in the same way everyone else did. She didn’t love him, god no, but they were... friends. They cared about each other, to an extent. They could be, as some might say... beneficial to each other, in some ways, from time to time.

Basically, they were fuckbuddies.

Barb liked him, though, she really did, and it’d been a while since she’d last seen him. So, when the familiar scent of stale cigarettes and alcohol, mingling with that of Blizzardclan, which had once repelled her so, reached her nose, the little Queen perked up. She had never much cared for the cigarettes Jerseyboy and Hypo smoked, the ones whose smoke burned her throat and lungs, but now, they were a comfort to her. She could remember the countless times she’d awoken to a single one of Jersey’s ebony arms wrapped around her far smaller form as the unique smell on his fur seeped into her own, practically overwhelming her senses. She didn’t mind, though- it was a welcomed feeling, by now, and she’d even indulge in a cigarette or two from time to time herself.

Barbie strode over shortly after Horrible, her lips curling up into a slight smirk as she observed the former Deputy of Blizzardclan. “Well, it’s the thought that counts, isn’t it, Jers?” she spoke up, peering down at the chocolate in the bag for a moment before she trained striking blue visionsries back on the handsome tuxedo before her. “Besides, I’m sure they still taste good.” The edge of her lipstwitched upward a bit more as she spoke, but she remained pretty much the same. “I imagine you didn’t just come here to give us shitty melted chocolate, though,” the molly prompted, curious to hear what the hell he really thought he was doing- he almost never visited, and when it was for her, he never made it quite so... public.

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This guy was deaf? Barb.. didn’t think she’d ever met a deaf person. Blind, maybe, but she had no memory of a deaf dude. Huh. “There’s a first time for everything” was how the saying went, right? Some stupid shit like that. Whatever. Barbie strode over next, Diego, viibrant blue eyes flicking over the newcomer’s form as a smirk found ts way to her lips. “Well, welcome to the clan, then, sweetheart,” she began with a small, though mostly-friendly wink in Lucien’s direction, never quite able to control herself when it came to such interactions, even when it was clear she wasn’t getting anything out of it. “Barbara Fawkes, Queen here,” she went on to introduce, a bit uncertain about the whole lip-reading thing, but just going along with it. She might have added on some suggestive comment, but just after watching this guy for a few minutes, she decided he wasn’t quite the type to return the sentiment. “Let me know if you need anything, or whatever.”

//mobile & welcome to sr !!

Barb found romance absolutely sickening after Solveig, but a blind date was a blind date. She could remember the last blind date she’d been on- it’d been the night she met Jersey, and, needless to say, it was an unforgettable night. Her last date, though... hadn’t been nearly so good. She needed something like this to get that damn memory out of her head. She was a bit hesitant to go on one of these dates with a clanmate, since she could’t think of any worthy candidates, but she was curious to see who this Jacob kid would pair her up with. Stepping forth, Barb commented simply, “Sounds... fun,” before grabbing a bit of paper and writing sown, her curly script a bit messy and rushed,

Barbara,

Romantic ;)

Anyone (hot) works

By romantic, she just meant anything that would end in a hookup, but if Jacob put her with someone looking for an actual romantic date, she was sure she could get somethiing out of it. Handing the paper back to the husky, she felt a small smirk tugging at her lips, eyes glittering slightly as she considered the possivle date/ hopefully it’d go well.

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Who was this? Bucky seemed familiar with him - and it wasn't exactly a friendly interaction -, but he just looked like your average joiner to Barb. Or, maybe a little above average, she mused as she approached the small group, a slight smirk upon her maw. Azure visionaries flicked idly over the newcomer's form, a mild hum escaping Barbie's throat. Yes, definitely above average- he was one of the many attractive members that had joined lately. Good for her; she could use a little new eye-candy around here. Everyone else was either old, ugly, or both.

"You two know each other?" was the first question the Queen put forth, nodding to Bucky and Aron and giving a slight tilt of her head. It certainly wasn't everyday someone that wasn't quite a stranger came to the clan. There was a small pause, but seeing as she didn't really care much about his answer, she went on to purr, placing herself beside Primal, "Well, welcome to the clan, Aron." Not a bad name, either. "I'm Barbara Fawkes, the Queen of this place- just call me Barbie, though." Some preferred "Barb", but she usually limited that to her family and friends. Not like she could really stop them. "Feel free to come to me if you're ever in need of a bit of fun, hm? Barbara offered, sounding and looking far more pleasant than usual. What? It was worth a shot.