[align=center][font=arial][color=white]Stormy Danelli - Aries - Regular
That's what she had been waiting for. A hand quickly came, fire blazing from her wrist down. Her hand was aimed directly at the side of his face. Oh, she'd knock him on his ass alright.
[align=center][font=arial][color=white]Stormy Danelli - Aries - Regular
Stormy smiled as she managed to knock him back, but didn't manage to dodge the counter attack. She hissed slightly; the water had came in at full force, and had hit her hand, and wrist. That was one hand down. But she had two for a reason. As she quickly ignited her other hand with a few flickers of flames, she smirked, "Oh, don't lie down yet, Mister Badass. We're not done yet."
[align=left] [color=black]&& leon marrs.
[color=black]leader - aquarius&pisces
staggering to the feet, the aquarius then laughed, " please tell me that wasn't your best shot, tramp. I've had paper cuts worse than this. "
okay, he was lying. it stung like no other. mainly since she'd hit him, and burned him. yeah. that'd probably blister. not to mention be complete agony for a couple of days. that was one reason he hated fire. burns were one of the absolute worse pains, and the fact it was in plain view didn't help.
[align=center][font=arial][color=white][size=14]Stormy Danelli - Aries - Regular
"That's the spirit!" Stormy grinned, feeling her fingertips tingle again with a few flickers of fire.
"And stop calling me a tramp. I am a pristine, and elegant lady. You need to learn more respect, Le-Le." Oh, she was having fun now.
Personally, this is what she'd been waiting for. Even if they were in Aries territory, it was anyone's win. Then he hand lit up with another round of flames, and she once again came at the Aquarius; this wasn't really a fight to her. It was more like something she'd been waiting for for an achingly long time.
[align=center][font=arial][color=white]Stormy Danelli - Aries - Regular
Stormy was just about to add another smart remark, until her wrist was grabbed. Growling slightly, she grabbed his wrist in return, curling her fingers around, and igniting them, hoping to burn the Aquarius once more. She then aimed a quick knee at his stomach; it looked like it would be a close combat fight now.
[align=center][font=arial][color=white]Stormy Danelli - Aries - Regular
Location: Aries' territory.
Interacting With/Talking To: Leon.
Mood: Thrilled.
When Leon happened to decide he was going to yank her down, Stormy huffed slightly, losing her breath. Yeah, the ground didn't feel at all that nice. Quickly, the teen attempted to kick the older Aquarius' leg, hoping to knock it out from under him.
" Belle, baby, is that you? " It was her sister, she could tell. Danserpaw knew it. She just... knew it. The seal point's blue eyes casually scanned the landscape until a familiar figure stood out from the dark undergrowth, " There you are, baby! " A disorientated laugh. She was drunk again. Damn that catnip; why did it have to be so attempting. She staggered towards her younger sister; even in her disorientated state, Danny had noticed her sister, " Baby doll! I missed you so much! " She purred, before lowering her head to nuzzle to younger female.
[ I'm sorry ;____; I don't mean it, but Danny is a catnip addict so you should've seen it coming xD ]
Danny quirked an imaginary eyebrow slightly, "Awww, baby, don't cry. Why ya' cryin'? Nothin's wrong! Everything's great! You shouldn't be cryin'!" A tipsy giggle came from the she-cat as Danserpaw leaned down, licking Bellekit's head in a rather comforting way, "So dry your eyes, and we can talk! I have a lot to tell you!"
[ Because I was bored, and Danserpaw hasn't really been active lately. Besides, Belle needs to spread her wings, and fly uvu ]
It was actually quite a lovely day. The birds were singing, and the wind was blowing despite the fact she lived in a desert along with her adoptive clan. Tasting the air, the seal point then let out a soft breath before tensing; there was a new scent. Not one of Bloodclan.
The she-cat looked towards the forest at the edge of the territory, locking her eyes on a. . . serval? Sure, there were plenty of servals within her clan, but this one didn't look familiar.
"Hey!" Danserpaw called out, rushing towards the larger she-cat.
When she finally arrived, the petite seal point had to look up to meet eyes with such a large cat, "Who're you? You're not Bloodclan," She growled slightly, eyes narrowing.
"Wait! Wh-"
And suddenly, she was on the ground, squirming, and struggling, "Stop! I'll call my mom! She'll stop you!" The she-cat then yelled, "Orangecrush! Mom! MOM!" In the midst of her calling, she clawed at the serval's forelegs, and kicked at her stomach, attempting to drag her claws down the other femme's belly.
"Let me go! Stop! I didn't do anything!" She then proceeded to bite at the other, trying her best to escape.
"S-stop. . ." She mewed, her kicks, and claw marks growing weaker as her voice started to fade. She couldn't breath. Her lungs burned, and the pressure on her throat didn't help.
Danserpaw coughed slightly, opening her mouth to say something, but it didn't seem to quite come out, and was more of a jumbled mess; it should've been assumed as a plea for mercy.
With one final, and rather weak kick, her beautiful blue eyes started to close, her breathing even weaker than before, barely above a whisper now. Her life was beginning to fade, and well as her energy. She'd be dead in a few seconds, and her spirit would proceed to leave her body.
And then, and all at once, everything was black. Pitch black.
Username: Lilyflare.
Other: Hai, Nightie<3
tyson - micheal - chambers
[color=black]Gender: Male.
Age: Twenty-one.
Hometown: London, England.
Birthdate: April 1st.
Couple: Hackers.
Girlfriend: Emmaline. [Well, technically, right? x3]
Hair Color: Tyson's hair is a dark chocolate brown.
Eye Color: A soft, vibrant green.
Height: A sturdy six feet and four inches.
Weight: One hundred and thirty pounds exactly.
Tattoos/Piercings/Other: Tyson has pierced ears, and a few tattoos here and there.
Personality: Tyson is a generally arrogant, and cocky person with a huge ego. He's incredibly persistent, and rather determined, causing him to rarely give up on anything. He's a bit hard to be around due to his nature, but he's a fairly good person, it just takes awhile to get to know him; in fact, he's actually fun to be around once you get to know him. He's the type to be rather impatient as his tolerance for others is rather low although he tries to keep this trait restrained.
Flaws: » Arrogance - Tyson's huge ego fuels his rather arrogant nature.
» Cocky - Tyson is incredibly cocky, and rude.
» Distrusting - He does not trust easily.
Likes:
» Himself.
» Technology, specifically computers.
» Hacking, of course.
» Being right.
» Being told he's right.
» Soft drinks.
» Mexican food.
» People he can trust.
Dislikes:
» Liars.
» Energy drinks.
» Being told he's wrong.
» Having his ego crushed.
» Sugary food like candy, and such.
» Seafood. [Allergic]
Other: WIP. c;
Finished. c:
[align=center][font=times new roman]tyson micheal chambers.
He was late, wasn't he? Damn it. Great, just great... then again, maybe he wasn't. His phone had been so screwy lately, Tyson honestly couldn't tell whether or not Sollace's text had been sent less than a couple of minutes of ago, or - under worse circumstances - hours ago. He may have been wasting time, but... oh well.
Trekking down the sidewalk, the brunette kept an even pace as he jogged down the sidewalk, making sure to go as quickly as possible without losing his breath; stopping would be the worst idea he'd had yet. Despite the fact the air was cold, and kept whipping across his face, turning his rather fair skin into a rosey red, he kept moving, determined to make it to the apartment building.
Once he was finally infront of said building, a sigh of relief followed before he reached out, turning the knob until the door creaked open. Oh thank God. Everyone, but... Luisa was present, so that meant he couldn't possibly be late!
The normally bitter male muttered, completly out of breath as he fought away the knot that had worked its way into his lungs, "I'm just going to assume I'm not late, huh?" His eyes then fell on Sollace where he sneered, [color=navy]"Thanks for waking me up by the way. I really appreciate it." His tone was obviously sarcastic as he closed the door behind him, looking over the Emmaline, where he gave her a simple, friendly nod before his gaze then fell to the floor.
[ omfg davejohn
i'd love to join, if that's okay, but i'm kind of on my phone at the moment
could you possibly save the spot for me? <3
i'll post as soon as possible ^^ ]
[ oh no no no
that's not what i meant xD
sorry if i confused you; i'm totally fine with being dave, i just wanted to make sure it was alright to join, haha
so give me a second, and i'll make a reply, m'kay? c: ]
[align=center][font=georgia][ it's totally fine!
i'm way worse when i'm tired. xD ]
His name was Dave Strider and there was the slightest hint of irritation clanging around his mind right now. But hey, when your apartment burns down, and your best friend takes you in - even if said best friend couldn't really say no - you should've been more grateful, right?
Wrong.
But to say that his irritation seemed to be driven by by either of those two things, that was also wrong too. In general, he'd just been acting like such the last few days. Annoyed. Frustrated. Why? Hell, even Strider himself didn't know.
Yet, he was acting like a hormonally imbalanced teenager, holding said irritability back, and simply locking himself up in what was now claimed to be his room. Dave proceeded to suck in a copious amount of air before sitting up. No. He needed to stop acting like that, but honestly, he'd given up on positivity and all that happy shit two weeks ago.
Was he really that pathetic? Yeah, probably.
Dave Strider.
Calling himself pathetic.
What a sight.
The blonde eventually straightened, spine corresponding to create a more proper posture in the now most likely to be slouching boy. Taking in another breath, he then proceeded to straighten out his shirt, and readjust his shades, not bothering to touch his messy hair that his bed's covers' static electricity had taken its toll on.
He stood, dragging himself to the room's door, and quickly clutching the brass knob that was in fact the door's handle. It took some maneuvering of the hand, but he eventually opened it, not bothering to shut it as he pulled himself into the hallway. Now it was time to play his favorite game he liked to call Where the Fuck Did Egbert Go?
Instead of actually musing the energy the go, and find the other boy, Dave rasped out in his stressed Texan drawl, not even bothering to hide it, "John, where the hell are you?"
And even though he was originally going to ask if they could've ordered Chinese food to eat tonight, or something like that, a sudden stone of guilt tricked him out of it.
A large lump that twisted and flopped in the pit of his stomach, aching at him to do something. To do anything.
So, a request was now about to become an apology of the sorts.
"I'm so fucking sorry,"
Of the sorts? No, this was going to be the biggest damned apology in the history of any Strider because as far as Dave was concerned, apologizing was not on his bucket list, but why should he have stopped now?
"I've just been the goddamn biggest douchebag to you, but all you've done is slave over me. Seriously. I mean, I'm literally crowding your fucking place right now, and just I don't know why I'm acting so shitty, but my point is you don't deserve to get pushed around, and you should have already kicked my ass out on the streets by now. So as sappy as it sounds, I'm sorry."
And yet he didn't know whether to regret or accept the fact his apology was genuinely sincere. Every word was spot on, or at least to him. Maybe a lot of swearing, but it's not like it'd be cool to be emotional so that wad the next best thing.
[align=center][font=georgia]He breathed out a small sigh of relief, watching carefully as John made his way past him, and down the stairs. He rubbed the back of his neck inwardly, wondering if he was suppose to follow his friend or not, but eventually decided to go with it, and quickly started to follow down the stairs.
His footsteps made loud smacks as they hit the wood underneath. Dave nearly tripped about halfway down, but managed to catch himself, shaking it off as if it were nothing although he was fairly sure falling down in his current position would've been a bit more than a few bruises, and scrapes.
Finally stepping off the staircase, he listened in a rather focused way as his cherry red optics locked on the dark haired boy before he snorted, "Whatever you say, dude," The guilt had faded but not completely; it was still there, but it simply wasn't acting out. Rolling his eyes, Dave then shook his head, "Sure. It's not cramped at all." It probably only felt like that to the blonde because he knew it was a fact he took up quite a bit of space.
Straining to distance John and himself, Dave then muttered in his usual monotone, "Anyway, I was wondering if you're alright with like ordering out tonight instead of cooking. I'll pay and everything, but shitty take out food sounds really great right now."
Pools of crimson flickered from behind his shades as Dave's line of sight fell on the energy drink's can. Rolling his eyes, the blonde the muttered in an apathetic tone, "I hope you know that shit's bad for you," He gestured towards the Monster before eventually letting his eyes' view fall to the ground.
Shaking his head slightly, he then arched his an eyebrow, "I'm pretty sure not eating isn't healthy either," Dave then sneered in a rarther teasing way, crossing his arms over his chest, "You're already thin, Egderp, but if that's what you wanna do then alright." The coolkid threw his hands into the air for a second, keeping a straight face as he then turned on his heel. He then let his shoulders slouch before asking in a more docile voice, "One more thing. Can I borrow your cellphone for just a second? I kind of lost mine in my room." Despite the fact he'd only been here a couple of weeks, Dave had already crashed his room. Seriously. It was nearly impossible to even see the floor.
[align=center][font=georgia][ Sorry! My parents decided to drag me off on a surprise vacation to my state's capital, and I had like no internet connection what so ever. & Wow, really? I'm like a terrible roleplayer. xD ]
Catching the phone with ease, he nodded, instantly wondering off into the living room. Eventually though, the blonde simply decided on just ordering a pizza since that was probably as easy as it was going to get.
And he did just that. Called the closest pizza place he knew, ordered the largest pizza he could, and gave the address to have it delivered. Nothing more seemed to crossed his mind as he then looked at the phone in his hand after making the call until he looked back at the kitchen.
Dave gave a kind of muffled sigh, thoughts beginning to pour into his mind. John had been acting... odd, in a sense. He'd caught some of the others knew found behaviors, but he simply chose to ignore it. Whatever could've been going through the dark haired boy's mind, he had no need nor right to bother the other, and asking if everything was okay. No. He was not going to pester him like that, no matter how much the need to do so ate away at him.
Shaking the thoughts away, Dave then hurried back to the kitchen, tossing the phone to John as he moved, only to turn and vanish back upstairs and into his room. Nah. Now he had some serious thinking to do but he was seriously this close to holding up an intervention.
