| Genesis |
01/10/19 |
Camiillleeee....Y U KNOW TALK TO ME ANYZMORE!!
looks shifty~ I need a favor from you. Could you will this vial with your demony goodness...just in case you lose said demony goodness? I would be more appreciative!" |
| Mackenzie |
12/06/18 |
Idiot
Alcohol. |
| Mackenzie |
12/06/18 |
F-ck this b-tch
What are you doing?
Come to my office.
You're going to entertain me. |
| Mackenzie |
11/28/18 |
Noooo.
You're f-cking high right now.
Listen. Go to the office.
Get the gift out of Jasper's chair. You can't miss it.
The wrapping paper looks like some nan's wallpaper.
And bring it back. It's very important.
And please trim your beak. Jaysus.
It's so offensive. |
| Mackenzie |
11/28/18 |
You know, you should really be more responsible.
Phones are expensive, after all.
You think I'm replacing it? Think again.
Do better.
-Casually blocks Jasper from sight-
-Is just starting her high-
Your hair is like dandelion stems wrapped around a gnome's head. |
| Mackenzie |
11/28/18 |
Crew Hemorrhoid
[image attached] |
| Mackenzie |
11/28/18 |
You... Jesus.
Did Atticus send you anything?
That isn’t f-cking nudes? |
| Mackenzie |
11/27/18 |
So, let’s talk about those nudes. |
| Mackenzie |
11/25/18 |
Evil Gizmo
I wouldn't let you anywhere near that, anyway.
You sit on a pillow, b-tch. |
| Mackenzie |
11/25/18 |
Feather Duster
You better not linger on Santa's lap. |
| Mackenzie |
11/24/18 |
Well, you do smell pretty ratchet, now that you mention it. |
| Mackenzie |
10/31/18 |
please croak
About as romantic as my foot up your ass. |
| Mackenzie |
10/31/18 |
F-ck she's still alive
Left you a present in your bed.
Hint: it's a horse's head. |
| Mackenzie |
10/12/18 |
Please let her choke
No. It's not.
Maybe a trip to the bayou is in order.
F-cking men.f |
| Mackenzie |
10/12/18 |
I hate this b-tch
Now that you mention it...
Jameson never produced her head. |
| Jewel |
10/09/18 |
Good to see you again, lovely.. |
| Dita Morgenstern |
10/07/18 |
[shocked.] Really? Since you were children?
[turns on her side, rests head on an outstretched arm.] I don't have any childhood friends, except Dresden. But he's on a trip or something for work.
[bright smile.] Really?! Can we be friends? I don't have many friends. |
| Amethyst |
10/06/18 |
Welcome to The Menagerie Camille. |
| Dita Morgenstern |
10/05/18 |
[giggles from the ground.] It's nice to meet you, Camille!!
[gazes up, inquires.] Have you known Mistress Dessa long? She's very nice! |
| Maeve |
10/04/18 |
Welcome to The Menagerie |
| Marah Whitmoore |
10/04/18 |
"Welcome to the Menagerie Miss Camille" |
| Dita Morgenstern |
10/04/18 |
[spins, arms extended.] Welcome to the Menagerie!
[falls with a laugh.] I'm Dita! |
| Jasper Thompson |
07/31/18 |
|
| Jewel |
07/17/18 |
It isn't exactly the lack of ability.
-pauses-
It's more of the lack of availability.
-was what some would call a soul sucker-
Believe it or not, the realm is lacking in.. flavor. |
| Jewel |
07/16/18 |
The give-in is what drives it overboard.
-shudders at the thought-
Stop. You're making me hungry.
|
| Jewel |
07/16/18 |
A bit. Though, I'm a 'take them while they're living' type of girl. The squirming right before defeat really gets me going. |
| Jewel |
07/15/18 |
Perhaps? I get the scent of rotting corpse with a hint of blood. |
| Jewel |
07/15/18 |
For someone that smells of death, you're quite attractive. |
| Mackenzie |
07/03/18 |
Girl, no. |
| Dexter Gein |
06/14/18 |
Well, so much for keeping a low profile. |
| Mackenzie |
06/11/18 |
I didn't miss you. At all. |
| Imogen Moreau |
06/11/18 |
"Dove? That's a new one. But...thank you?" |
| Mackenzie |
03/17/18 |
Cam-no
It's Irish Day and I still hate you. |
| Mackenzie |
01/12/18 |
Pigeon
Catch any new diseases? |
| Nate Mishal |
10/21/17 |
"Michael?" he blurts, near venomous in his tone. "I don't give a flying f*ck about Michael. Michael can f*cking rot for all I care. I wiped my hands of him long ago."
And that was it, he decided. He was done with her, done with the conversation, done with the moment. So he simply turned his back to her and walked off.
But he only managed ten feet or so before he was turning to talk back toward her, determination in every step as he raised a finger to point toward her face, the tip mere millimetres from her nose.
"Gabriel started this, he put the wheels in motion. But it was Him, that f*cking *******, that...that...our f*cking 'Lord' who tore my wings from me and sent me down here. My f*cking father. The creator who brought me into existence allowed himself to be manipulated when all I wanted to do was save the likes of YOU." The last word spat from his mouth, his pointed finger stiff, thrust once more in her direction. And in that moment, his anger for everything he'd done, and for the injustice of it all, had taken the form of a slight blonde stood before him.
A few warm tears rolled down his face, but unaccustomed to them, he completely ignored their presence, unaware of how they ran tracks across his skin. He wouldn't notice till later, when his eyes began to sting and his fingertips felt wet to the touch of his cheeks. They were tears of anger, of frustration, and they didn't cause his breathing to jut, nor his chest to ache. They simply existed.
"I'm here because I tried to make a difference. And now the only difference is that I'm banished and the ones I actually cared about are suffering and I can't do a damn f*cking thing to help him -
them. Help them...I can't help them. You don't get it, you'll never understand." he continues, his tone dropping, softening in defeat. "I just wanted to fix it. For the first time, I wanted to actually make a difference not because these f*cking mortal f*cks prayed for it but because I saw something wrong and wanted to fix it. And now...I'm f*cking...here." |
| Nate Mishal |
10/21/17 |
"Of course I know who you f*cking are!" he replies, the laugher back, the smile broad across his face once more. He's given in to the irony of the moment, to the fact that, of all the people he would meet on earth, she was here."
"You haven't asked why an Arch obviously banished to earth. Not once. Why Gabriel, one of my own, would have me sent down here. F*cking...ugh...f*cking...f*cking..."
Nate waved his hands in the air, searching for words. But the words didn't seem to exist. Not one.
The Archangel Nathaniel. The one they all prayed to for success, for the inspiration and momentum to succeed. Mortals never understood his purpose. They used him over and over again until one day he just turned off, just stopped listening, and instead decided to focus his attention and time on what he wanted to do, what he needed to do.
Like stupidly fix the inconsistent, bullsh!t nature of his fellow Archangels.
He should have just stuck to bowing to the pathetic pleading of skin bags and not tried to help his own. The one time he tried to make a true change.
And now Sandalphon was all but dead, the war was worse than ever before and here he was with a f*cking fallen Guardian.
Finally he shrugged, gave in and tugged at the denim at his thigh, feeling the weight of the material pull at the belt about his waist." **** it, you're right...us Archangels and our God complexes. Exactly." |
| Nate Mishal |
10/21/17 |
Realisation dawns so hard on Nate's face that his jaw literally drops. He watches her, silent, for far too long before finally bringing his lips back together again. They're dry and he makes the effort to wet them with his tongue before speaking. "You're a Guardian?" he manages to say, though the works mumble from his lips, caught in his throat. "You are a F*CKING GUARDIAN!" he repeats, this time laughing as he does so.
He presses his palm to his forehead and 'wooooos' as he spins on his heel in a full circle.
"I fall all the way to earth and the first angel I meet is a f*cking Guardian. OF COURSE!" He looks up to the clouds once more and claps his hands, calling to the sky. "F*CK YOU TOO!" he calls to the Heavens. And as he drops his head, balling his hands up before his chest, he repeats the words, albeit with less power, less anger than before.
"Jesus f*cking Christ." |
| Nate Mishal |
10/21/17 |
Nate laughs. In his oversized clothing stolen from the wrong person in the wrong place, he looks pathetic AF. But his face is alive with a thickening plot and the realisation that she's exactly what he expected her to be.
A p!ssed off angel, fallen from grace.
"Yeah, yeah. Good luck. But before you f*ck off and leave me WHICH, by the way, I think is an absurd idea, just tell me...how'd you piss him off? Gabriel. What the f*ck did you do to end up down here?" |
| Nate Mishal |
10/21/17 |
Nate stares almost blankly at her. Busy processing her words, he's also still so overcome by the banishment that he's struggling to keep his thoughts in order.
"I liked it up there." he finally murmurs before taking a heavy breath and puffing his chest. He lets the air out slowly, forcing back a smile.
"Just because I'm forced to be on this sh!t tip of a planet doesn't mean I have to like it. Maybe you've found peace as what you are but it doesn't mean I have to be. I'm a f*cking Archangel. I matter. Mortals on this earth worship my kind. I just need to figure out how to take advantage of it." |
| Nate Mishal |
10/21/17 |
"They're never going to let me back." he mutters, sucking at his fingertips before looking back up at her.
Whatever jokey attitude had previously occupied his personality was now gone, replaced with something far more pathetic and blue. "This wasn't a 'go and learn to be better' type of deal. This was a 'we've had enough of you, get out' banishment. But I don't know how to be anything other than an Arch. And this body is making me feel sooooo goddamn pointless."
He sighs.
"...and my wings."
He knew he didn't need to say anything else. |
| Nate Mishal |
10/21/17 |
As she shakes him, Nate managed to bite his tongue, bringing an end to his verbal panic. The taste of blood is foreign, as is the tongue itself, and he stops, sticking it out to dab red spots upon the tips of his fingers.
"I don't know how you cope..." he mumbles, his attention drawn to the saliva-mixed blood as it beads down his index finger, forking off at his knuckle to dribble down his hand.
It's kinda gross.
"...having a body." |
| Nate Mishal |
10/20/17 |
"See! Exactly. They're so f*cking hideous with their skin and flesh and blood and..." he shudders, clearly repulsed. "...and thei, my f*cking god, doesn't this heartbeat just get on your nerves? Thump, thump, thump, all the livelong day. I've only been here for the morning and it's already more than I can bear. I can't take it. How the hell are you coping?"
Nate starts to feel anxious, a new sensation that he's never felt before. In fact, he doesn't even know what anxiousness feels like to know that's what he's feeling. But he can feel his skin crawl and sweat, and a lump begin to form in his throat.
He looks at her and for the first time, his eyes show some sort of sadness. He's never known sadness in his life yet the body he now inhabits seems more than capable of portraying the emotion nevertheless.
"I just want to go home. I'm not made for this. But they won't let me back. I've been asking all morning and no one is listening to me. I F*CKING HATE THIS F*CKING PIECE OF SH!T PLACE!"
Emotions.f*cking.everywhere. |
| Nate Mishal |
10/20/17 |
“F*ck it. I knew he’d be a d!ck. That f*cking b*stard.” Nate frowns, ruffling his hair with frustration, pulling at a bunch of strands in an awkward attempt to look at them. “I didn’t steal it from anyone. They didn’t give me a f*cking choice. Unlike the rest of you, I just…boom…on this godforsaken rock in this f*cking body. Tell me…it’s hideous, isn’t it? I’m in a f*cking child’s body. Yours is fine. Did you get to pick yours at least? Well…you know what I mean by ‘pick’.” |
| Nate Mishal |
10/20/17 |
There we go. She's lightening up finally. He knew it wouldn't take long. How could anyone resist? This planet was 99.9% ar$eholes and idiots but he knew there were a few of his own kind down here. He'd heard the rumours. The threats from up high. 'Piss him off' they'd warn 'and he'll send you to earth' as if it was some sort of bedtime story told to naught children.
"Well no, WE know we're not forgiving. But the suckers down here don't know squat. I mean, some of them still f*cking pray to Him as if he can do a damn thing about their pathetic problems. 'Oh God, please help, I can't seem to shift the last few pounds. Oh Holy Jesus, help me find love, everyone keeps swiping left'...or is it right? Which direction is for the fuglies?" He waved a hand dismissively. "Regardless...wait, what was I talking about?"
Nate frowned, deep in concentration. He never listened. It was a flaw. One of many. But light a spark of a flame, it came back to him.
"Nathaniel. Mmhmm. Yes, I know, this body is a little different from up there. It feels awfully young. Is it? I haven't found a mirror yet." |
| Nate Mishal |
10/20/17 |
"Oooooh...oh oh oh" he chuckles as his body thumps against the wall. She's strong for such a little thing. Feisty too. Thank f*ck. Nate looks down at her slender fingers as they grip the fabric of his t-shirt. When he'd 'landed' on earth, he'd been buck naked. He'd had to mug some freak for his clothing and as a result, he was wearing some ridiculous band t-shirt. Whatever a Slipnot was, he wasn't a fan. The design was ridiculous and the fit all wrong. But hell, he'd only been on land for a few hours so it wasn't sooooo bad. Besides, he'd found this plunky thing. And from the looks of it, she was more than met the eye.
"Not Gabriel then." he chuckled as she let him go. Brushing off his shirt out of principle, he pulled up at the belt of his jeans. The now-naked kid had been a few sizes bigger and with every movement, the jeans threatened to slip over his waist to the ground.
"Everyone is so f*cking cliquey up there and what, you're not the same? Some lone wolf unable to give one of your own the time of day? Jeeeeez, and they say our kind are all forgiving."
Everything is said with a smile, as if he'd telling some long-winded joke thats punchline is causing him to chuckle before he's even reached it.
"Just gonna tell me to f*ck off and let me fend for myself? So much for the welcome party! I know this place is a f*cking punishment but I assumed someone would be able to help a brother out. What's it The Son always says? Do unto others how something yourself...something...be nice? I never f*cking listened." |
| Nate Mishal |
10/19/17 |
"Oh hun, c'mon. We both know that nobody chooses to come down here on their own merit. Earth is a f*cking sh!t show. If you're down here, you must have p!ssed someone off. So tell me...was it Gabriel? Mine was Gabriel, that jerk. I bet it was Gabriel." |
| Nate Mishal |
10/19/17 |
Thank ****, another Angel. What you in for? |
| Mackenzie |
09/05/17 |
McIdjit
And light a match. |
| Mackenzie |
09/05/17 |
Sh-t Brains
Just thinking of you. |
| Mackenzie |
09/05/17 |
B-tchface
Ew. |
| Lucius Dalca |
08/27/17 |
Lucius was just strolling along minding his own business until he saw a familiar face he had met a couple of months back in his city. He had seen her every so often throughout his time in the underworld but never really had the time to strike an actual conversation until now. The warlock approached her with a charming smile and a friendly demeanor, "Heya! Do you remember me? Long time to see." He asked her never revealing the real intention behind the sudden approach. |
| Mackenzie |
08/17/17 |
Halitoses Face
I didn't see a permission slip. |
| Julliet Swan |
08/17/17 |
She couldn't help but notice an unfamiliar face around -- and not to mention he seemed very comfortable around the sanctuary for being so fresh. Though, most perplexing, he seemed most comfortable around Camille. Julliet heard words tossed around the last few days, but she didn't want to assume anything. In passing, Julliet caught sight of her fellow blondie and plead to stop her for a moment.
"I believe congratulations are in order?" It didn't sound like the most confident statement she'd ever made. She couldn't judge what the relationship was at this point, but the foundational bond was evident. "So, congratulations!" She squealed as she went in for a quick, but genuine, hug with Camille. |
| Mackenzie |
08/16/17 |
"No. I don't need a lackey to do my dirty work," she hisses quietly, glaring up at the woman that embodies everything a festering turd should. Plucky. Bird-like. Graceful. Mackenzie cannot stand her. She drops her voice, tone becoming much more frank. "Do not disappoint me, Cam. It's one thing to f-ck with me. It is entirely another to f-ck with one of mine." |
| Mackenzie |
08/16/17 |
"Han. F-cking. SOLO." Mackenzie corrects the woman through gritted teeth, reaching upward to wrap a bruising grip around the woman's wrists. "I will f-ck you up, Tweety. If he tells me you so much as look at him funny, your ass will be lit up brighter than a goddamn Catholic alter." |
| Mackenzie |
08/16/17 |
"HEY!" The familiar angry brogue yells out, hoarse with irritation. Soon, the tiny terror known as Mackenzie is in full view. "You married my guy?! Seriously? You married the Daniel to my goddamn Miyagi!? First, you f-ck up my life with Han Solo. Now this?!" |
| Mackenzie |
08/12/17 |
Camille
Still f-cking hate you. |
| Mackenzie |
07/01/17 |
Camile Poopoo
Afraid you'll have to. I'm babysitting. Don't ask. You remember how to find me? |
| Mackenzie |
06/24/17 |
Camille
Smells like bleach and halitosis in New York. Must mean you're here. |
| Julliet Swan |
06/07/17 |
*looks around*
Are there any ghosts in here?
Or are you drunk?
If not, then I'd say your eyes are functional.
*grins* |
| Mackenzie |
03/17/17 |
Can't Stand This B-tch
Oye. I'm hungry. Give me something to kill. It's International Please Mackenzie Day. |
| Mackenzie |
03/03/17 |
Arsehole
Whenever I leave town, I always think of you a little more fondly. Then I go to text you something nice, and realize I still can't f-cking stand you. Slainte. |
| Lucius Dalca |
02/08/17 |
"You look like you leave good tips" ;) |
| Mackenzie |
02/07/17 |
Listen, b-tch. You hired me. Suck it up. |
| Lucius Dalca |
02/02/17 |
Lucius finds her some time a few days later with a locator spell, "Heya stranger whose name keeps escaping me. So by any chance... Do you have more of those gummy bears?" He smiled brightly at the blond angel. "Also whats your name?" |
| Livia Vlcek |
02/02/17 |
*sheeps* Thank you. It took long enough right? Not sure what to do now actually.
*looks to the purple glowy clothing she's been put it* Is it really purple though? It's the oddest color.
*nudges* You're kind of pretty...you know that right? I bet this color would look better on you.
*nods sagely* |
| Livia Vlcek |
02/02/17 |
*shifty eyes*
*nervous laugh* Quit making fun of my chicken arms.
*pokes back* |
| Lucius Dalca |
01/27/17 |
"Me?"
Lucius looked up at the familiar voice he hasn't heard in a couple of days. It was the 'stare at you from away' lady actually approuching him this time. "Lucius.. But yes you could say I am the magic fingers guy.." He chuckled a bit amused at the way she knew him for all the while staring back at her own clear eyes. She seemed soo.. bubbly. It was cute, Ill give you that much.
Did she robbed me? Sh!t, she was quick... He suddenly felt something on his pocket and a gummy in his own hand then listened to her words in french. Thank god for the foreign exchange programs in schools otherwise he wouldn't understand jacksh*t of what she was saying. He was rusty himself, ''Pourquoi donc.... chéri?" [Why is that.... Beloved?] |
| Mackenzie |
01/24/17 |
That would be my last crusade. |
| Mackenzie |
01/23/17 |
Told you I'd found f-cking Indiana Jones. Totally raiding that lost ark. |
| Mackenzie |
01/23/17 |
Ever heard of my foot up your ass? |
| Mackenzie |
01/23/17 |
F-ck off. You know I can't. Medical reasons. Arsehole. |
| Mackenzie |
01/23/17 |
Oye. Did you transfer the 50k? |
| Mackenzie |
01/21/17 |
-Narrows eyes, points at-
-Is not laughing-
Listen, b-tch. He's real. I told him I'd see him on Tuesday, and by God, I will. ...but I need the money. |
| Mackenzie |
01/21/17 |
As if you can talk! You're the one that got our cover blown. Worst f-cking partner in crime ever. This is why I f-cking hate your arse. Now. 50k. Indiana Jones. |
| Mackenzie |
01/21/17 |
Listen, consider it payment for my servitude. You can just give it straight to that Indiana Jones f-cking pr-ck. |
| Mackenzie |
01/21/17 |
Nevermind, what for. I need 50k. Stat. Well. At least, by Tuesday. |
| Mackenzie |
01/21/17 |
I need a loan. |
| Lucius Dalca |
01/19/17 |
Lucius chuckles
You heard about that already.. Huh.. You just have to find out yourself.
|
| Lucius Dalca |
01/19/17 |
Lucius stares back and smiles.. .. ... .
.. |
| Mackenzie |
01/08/17 |
Listen, arsehole. You're gonna meet the Queen soon, when she drives her fist into your f-cking face. |
| Summer |
01/05/17 |
A large, beefy looking man approached Camille Rameau's residence. He double checked the address given by Summer, copied off their marriage license. He'd never seen someone have to check official documents to see where their spouse lived, but who was he to judge! He was just a bouncer at a strip club, earning cash on the side running very strange errands for the dancers. Well, one dancer anyway.
Carl rapped his weathered, ham sized fists on the door as he placed the package on the step. He didn’t bother waiting for Summer’s new missus to answer the door. She might not anyway, seeing the sizeable strange man at her door. On the flip side, Carl knew of some...proclivities among those in the realm. No telling what Mrs. Rameau might decide to do with a stranger. The very thought had him hastening his step toward his large SUV.
On the stoop, a professionally wrap gift sits waiting. Inside, the owner will find a handcrafted keepsake box, small enough to be held by two hands but big enough to contain: a few bags of herb grown in Summer’s attic, an assortment of other intoxicants of varying types, and the pièce de résistance- a thick knuckle ring with the skull of a goat on the top. The thickness was not due to the skull design, but because when pressure was applied to the top, a very thin, fatally sharp blade extended from the goat’s mouth. The finger knife was an odd choice for a wedding gift. But Summer wasn’t like other girls.
Affixed to the box was a handwritten note:
To my bride, whom I've never actually met before stumbling into the cathedral to take your hand in unholy wedded bliss.
I would have delivered this myself but there was an emergency at work. Cinnamon called in sick so there was an opening. Feel free to stop by The Windmill anytime- free lap dances for spouses of dancers. If that doesn't flip your pancake, then free drinks at the bar should. If that doesn't either, well...we should probably talk annulment. I kid! I kid!
In the box you’ll find some goodies I’ve curated especially for you. I hope you enjoy them. I didn’t include any brownies because those aren’t actual my specialty. My specialty is cookies. I’ll give you those fresh.
The finger blade’s goat skull design was chosen with care. Lore says the goat represents New Endeavors, Loyalty, and most importantly- Independence. All very appropriate for our style of unholy union, I think. I do hope you enjoy it. I trust you’ll put it to good use.
Truly,
Summer |
| Livia Vlcek |
12/13/16 |
*looks down* Are these the new lucky charms? *grins* I think I like the new and improved version... |
| Jackson McCarthy |
12/01/16 |
*momentary stink eye*
*forgets at the mention of new bottles*
Already restocked, but I mean..I won't say no to more. Who the hell would say no to more booze?
*slightly disturbed by the thought of someone saying no to more booze*
*might have a slight problem*
To the booze! |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/30/16 |
*stands absolutely still*
*knows T-Rex hunts by movement...saw Jurassic Park*
*becomes a statue*
*contemplates the meaning of life*
*watches Camille run off with a bag of...wheat?
*wtf moment*
*decides to go on a diet* |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/30/16 |
*sheer terror*
*screams*
*cries...loudly* Run Camille! SAVE YOURSELF! |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/30/16 |
*becomes lost in Camille's eyes*
*turns from the unicorn to see who Camille is speaking to*
*furrows brow* Why is that squirrel eating half a rat? |
| Livia Vlcek |
11/30/16 |
*take Camille's hand gently in her own*
*turns it upside down over her awaiting palm*
*smiles*
*pops the contents of her hand into her mouth*
*chews...for a long time*
*swallows* Delicious!
*offers Camille a listerine strip* They'll do more than freshen your breath.
*grins deviously...nods to the unicorn* Mr. Sparkles agrees. |
| Jackson McCarthy |
11/30/16 |
*slight flinch*
When the hell did you get so strong?
*stares, untrusting...weird things were happening*
Oh, yeah. Things are greaaat. Someone replaced all my alcohol with...Club Soda.
*stares some more* You wouldn't know anything about that, would you? Or the glitter trail? |
| Summer |
11/30/16 |
*Eyes go wide as saucers, like a kid at Christmas*
"Thank you!"
*greedily takes a handful and shoves them all in her mouth at once*
*chews the generous wad of gummies until it is a multicolored sticky goo in her mouth.*
"Let's watch the walls melt!" |
| Summer |
11/30/16 |
She was starting to think the best approach was merely sitting there with a blank look on her face. Curious blonde women were approaching her and giving her treats.
*pops the gummy in her mouth and chews slowly*
*Very yummy and strangely spiked treats. Gives the woman a once over then beams a grin*
"I think I need another gummy to be convinced." |
| Mackenzie |
11/28/16 |
You know what I want to know, when did we become part of the Brady Bunch? Does that make Caitlyn, Carol? I can't live somewhere without my goddamn booze, Cam. That was part of the arrangement. I work for you, you booze me. |
| Dessa Chambers |
11/28/16 |
"I almost wish I didn't," Dessa laughs, though the sound a bit hollow.
Her past would always be there and it defined who she had become today. Nevertheless, the past was a good reminder of what to continue doing and learning from her previous mistakes.
Dessa's laugh turned genuine as Camille turned, "We both know 'not too strong' doesn't compute with me." |
| Mackenzie |
11/26/16 |
Just so we're clear, I still hate you.
|
| Miryam |
11/19/16 |
Greetings dear, Thanks for the welcome! |
| Smith |
11/19/16 |
Good luck in the Fatlympics. |
| Jackson McCarthy |
11/18/16 |
*chuckles*
Like you really need to resort to pick pocketing to get across the border.
*raises an eyebrow with a sly grin*
You just have to ask if you want to be rummaging around my pants. |
| Dexter Gein |
10/19/16 |
Indeed, however, we're under renovations. |
| Livia Vlcek |
10/11/16 |
*screams* MY EYES! MY EYES! I'M BLIND! *peeps between her fingers* Just kidding. Thank you Camille, it's good to be back. |
| Siobhan Boru |
09/22/16 |
*smelling the petals putting them in her hand*
humming *
sees girls and grins *
" Hey nice flower petals smells pretty." |
| Siobhan Boru |
09/22/16 |
Sees the petals fall on the ground and follows them. |
| Sofia Johanneson |
09/19/16 |
Fia smiles as she hears the good news on her first day in the crew.
"Congrats on Ranking Miss Camille. Truly an inspiration for us all!" |
| Mackenzie |
09/06/16 |
*Stares after her*
...Is that a bald spot? |
| Dexter Gein |
08/28/16 |
"Gin soaked gummi bears. Great idea." |
| Dexter Gein |
08/25/16 |
*innocent smile* |
| Mackenzie |
06/17/16 |
You look funny. |
| Siobhan Boru |
03/25/16 |
A BIG Congrats on making POD |
| Siobhan Boru |
02/01/16 |
" Look who is all Gold. It looks good on you Congrats Camille." |
| Genesis |
02/01/16 |
"Look at you, all sparkly gold! Congratulations on the start of something new!" ~sniffles cuz her little girl is getting all grown up~
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| Jackson McCarthy |
01/31/16 |
Gold looks good on you! |
| Adara Litvinova |
01/31/16 |
Yaaaaaaaaaaaay! *coughs* Go team, BLONDE! |
| Genesis |
01/29/16 |
"Hey! That zero bux was full of LOVE!!!" :P |
| John Doe |
01/27/16 |
John Doe Fact #398: John Doe can run in moon boots...on the moon. |
| John Doe |
01/19/16 |
John Doe Fact #243: John Doe can tie his shoes while running. |
| Genesis |
11/19/15 |
~eyes the girl, eyes the bottle~
"You are so speaking my language right now. I could definitely use someathat."
~grins and pulls out some mentos~ |
| Mercy Prescot |
11/06/15 |
The devilish smile lingers on her lips as she allows her arm to intertwine with that of her lovely and crazed as she was, friend. "Darling you know the words to my heart, truly..." Her amused and whimsical chuckle rolled off the tongue easily. "A celebration sound superb! And of course the more trouble the better. It has been far too long indeed." |
| Mercy Prescot |
11/06/15 |
Know where a gal can get a drink around here? *Smiles impishly* |
| Julliet Swan |
10/14/15 |
*smirks deviously*
Indeed, indeed...
*commenses own [shorter] round of applause*
It sound like a plan then, love.
*blows a kiss before returning on her way*
*shouts from a distance*
Pranks galore! |
| Julliet Swan |
10/14/15 |
Well, damn.
*snickers*
Never hurts to be told again!
*gives a once over*
Y'know... we should consider dressing as twins for Halloween this year. Freak some people out...
*grins childishly while twirling a blonde strand* |
| Julliet Swan |
10/14/15 |
Has anyone ever told you that purple looks just lovely on you?
*winks*
*giggles* |
| Livia Vlcek |
10/06/15 |
*is assaulted by flowers and blue p...jelly beans?*
*shifty eyes*
*unsure of what they are, goes to drugs.com to search* |
| Genesis |
10/02/15 |
~pulls flower from nose and commences with insane sneezing fit~
"The flowers are much more you. Much more pretty on you...and...well...yanno...they just dont suit me. I will, however, be smelling that flower for the next two weeks, thankyouverymuch."
~looks around and gives her pretty friend a quick uncommon, slightly awkward hug and whispers...~
"Tell anyone about the girly hug and I cut off your mento supply..."
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| Genesis |
10/01/15 |
~eyes you~ "Are those flowers in your hair?"
~completely invades your personal space to shove nose into your tresses, also sneakily passes you some blackmarket Coke...A-cola and mento's.~
|
| Genesis |
09/14/15 |
You were successful in stealing $0.00 from Camille Rameau.
~eyes you~ "What? No allowance for me to plunder? How am I gonna get all liquored up and blow stuff up? I NEED booooze...I NEED 'splosives!!!whines
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| Livia Vlcek |
08/30/15 |
*recoils in fhear*
*scowls*
Sometimes showers aren't enough!
*shifty eyes* You're fresh, fly, tight. Clean. Always on. So I'm wipin' you down!
Congrats on the new rank! |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/30/15 |
*wipes Camille down...with sani-wipes*
*there's an urban dictionary meaning just waiting to be viewed*
*waits* |
| Nicolai Mihaylov |
08/28/15 |
Congratulations on ranking! |
| Jacob Zev |
08/20/15 |
-Calls out after the running woman- "I did warn you that I was close, I'm already two third of the way to the next, better work hard." -Grins and goes back to training.- |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/20/15 |
You do what any good dr...food addict does. You roll a supplier or you make friends with one. *shifty eyes* Or you have a great friend just happen by with duffle bags. |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/13/15 |
*shifty eyes*
*acts all nonchalant like*
*dives at candy bar*
*kit kats* |
| Jacob Zev |
08/06/15 |
*Turns around to see his crew mate and smiles* "Oh, Hey Camille..." *He cuts short what he was saying when she mentioned his picture being plastered everywhere.* "I didn't do anything, I'm not sure..." *Once again she cuts him off to point out sirens in the distance, at which point he turns on his heel and starts to run.* "You didn't see me, ok? Talk later..." |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/05/15 |
*snatches from hand*
*runs*
*searches pocket for a lighter* |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/05/15 |
*coughs*
 |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/04/15 |
*cants head* I'm a vegetarian so...there's that.
*tries very hard not to laugh*
*shifty eyes* I don't think that...
*steps in front of ten foot water pipe* I have anything you'd be interested in. |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/04/15 |
*fingertips drift through Camille's flaxen tresses*
*snicks*
*shakes head* Never...
*presses lips together* |
| Jacob Zev |
08/01/15 |
*Walks up to his crewmate, hand raised in the air.*
"Tope là! Congratulations on the new rank!" |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/01/15 |
*hive fives* Congratulations Camille! Urinal! *winks* But seriously, way to put in the effort. You're awesome. *hugs* |
| Livia Vlcek |
08/01/15 |
*cheers on!* You can do it gurlfran!! |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/20/15 |
*blinks*
*steps away from the woman...hands up* I didn't...touch her.
*runs* |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/20/15 |
*uses Camille as a human shield* |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/20/15 |
*blinks*
*pats shoulder*
I...I've never seen them move like that. Maybe they thought you were there to give them a bath? They like their little leaves rubbed clean.
*may have spoiled the trees* C'mon, let's get you all cleaned up. I have a huge copper tub...I'll figure out what removes um...
*waves hand around Camille* Alla that. |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/20/15 |
*shifty eyes*
*might be suddenly askeered*
Have Cait's trees in my backyard been attacking you? |
| Julliet Swan |
07/16/15 |
Congratulations on your new rank!
*will deny possible stalking accusations*
*is shameless* |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/15/15 |
*blinks* I fvcking hope to God I'm not...
*blinks again* Penguins?
*looks around surreptitiously*
*feels drool*
*takes out phone...SELFIE!*
*takes lovely picture of droolly face Camille and self*
*saves for blackmail* |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/15/15 |
*looks around* Man...I haven't a clue. The city?
*shifty eyes* Maybe they'll deliver one to wherever we're at?
*squints at street sign* |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/15/15 |
*looks at the brown liquid* I'm not sure...it's deli.
*pauses* Disgusting. You wouldn't want it.
*hands Camille a flask of Tequila* Drink this instead.
*'accidentally' knocks burger from the girl's hands* Oops! |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/15/15 |
*sinks to the ground*
*slips her lap beneath Camille's head to cradle it*
*pets* No no...you've just eaten too much meat.
*takes a long pull from the jar of moonshine she's 'found'* Everyone knows Mexican food is best to eat after drinking...and drinking more alcohol relieves 'hangovers'. |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/10/15 |
*throws hand up in the air...leans back* This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on the Cadillac. White tees, Nikes, Gangstas don't know how to act... |
| Nicolai Mihaylov |
07/09/15 |
Hullo, dahlin. Thank you for the welcome. |
| Jacob Zev |
07/08/15 |
The concern was appreciated and made Jacob feel he made the right choice in accepting Livia's offer to become a part of their crew. "I've got a fair hand with a needle and thread and a good supply of antibiotics stashed away. I think it'll stay attached this time." |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/07/15 |
*sings* Where where da cash at...where da cash at, don't be surprised if she asks where da cash at. *listens to Currency & Lil Wayne as she passes by Camille* |
| Jacob Zev |
07/07/15 |
Still grinning he pointed to his bandaged thigh, "Yea, double tapped me right in the leg, although I did stab her so I probably deserved it..." Taking a moment to think about what he just said he realized just how absurd it sounded. "It was certainly the most unusual way I've met someone while walking the streets." He chuckled again before reaching into a pocket and pulling out two pain pills and swallowed them dry. |
| Jacob Zev |
07/07/15 |
He couldn't help but laugh again, eliciting a small wince as his leg throbbed at the motion. "Brave is one word for it, I might lean towards 'stupid' though. I certainly didn't expect her to shoot me. I managed to come out on top in the end, even if it was kind of a cheap shot...hopefully she doesn't hold a grudge..." His last words were completely honest, he really didn't want to have that woman as an enemy. |
| Jacob Zev |
07/07/15 |
Jacob laughed at the comment before saying, "Something like that...Our illustrious leader gave me a thorough hazing before I made it in. Things got a bit carried away but I'll heal." He recounted the fight in his head for a moment before adding, "She really doesn't pull her punches." |
| Jacob Zev |
07/07/15 |
Sore and still visibly limping after the encounter with his new leader Jacob turned to face his new crewmate with a smile. "Nice to meet you Camille, I'm Jacob." Taking the offered hand he shook it briskly. "The pleasure is all mine." |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/04/15 |
Drawers? Did she keep tequila in her undergarments? Livia extended her hand to accept the tiny bottles and flowers. Seriously, Camille must have been heaven sent. Ahem. With a salute of her other hand, Livia started to shove the small bottles into her pockets until, well, she looked like a squirrel saving up for the winter. High? Totally.
"Dekuji Milacku." She mumbled past the cigarette that now dangled from lacerated pout. "I'm sure my friend will enjoy these greatly."
Total lie. Jackson wasn't getting ANY of these. Maybe one. Then it wouldn't be a lie right? Just a half truth? Something like that. |
| Livia Vlcek |
07/03/15 |
She's propped up against the wall, half asleep and smoking a cigarette. A faint clinking heard as Camille wanders by, cerulean pools drift to study the trail of tequila that slips from the basket Camille carried. She's like a fvcking Patron rainbow.
"Milacku, do you have a few to spare for my friend Jacks?" Not that she was really asking for Jackson, he was just her cover."I promised him tequila but I'm too tired to run to the store. " |
| Nathaniel Tallios |
06/03/15 |
I think you're just glad that there's someone you can push into the pool over the summer. Don't think I don't remember taking a snowball to the head. I will have my revenge! -shakes fist to the sky- |
| Mercy Prescot |
05/30/15 |
Grins while she eyes her former wallet. "Flasks in the other pocket Hun. You know I think I deserve something pretty for being frisked. Sapphire is a pretty liquor!" |
| Mackenzie |
05/27/15 |
Juuuuuust trying to get your attention. *Nudge nudge* |
| Livia Vlcek |
05/22/15 |
*thinks* I haven't been to a party in forever...*looks at the paddles that are being dragged away by squirrels* |
| Livia Vlcek |
05/22/15 |
Oh...*shifty eyes* Was the rave fun? *tosses paddles to the side* |
| Livia Vlcek |
05/20/15 |
*sees that Camille is blue*
*FREAKS out*
*runs and grabs defibrillator*
CLEAR! *rubs paddles together* |
| Jackson McCarthy |
05/19/15 |
Jackson had been a bit of a recluse as of late, but decided to get back out there with the thought of bugging a new member.
"You know...If you wanted to get closer to me, all you had to do was come see me. You didn't have to go through the trouble of getting into the same house as me. Just like you didn't have to use the pretence of stealing my money to feel me up. I understand your infatuation with me and there's nothing to me ashamed of." |
| Mercy Prescot |
05/18/15 |
*Chuckles and smirks* When have I ever run out of alcohol? *produces large flask* |
| Mercy Prescot |
05/18/15 |
Welcome to the party! *Grins and offers a mamossa* I'm glad to see a familiar face. |
| Mackenzie |
05/15/15 |
You. I miss you, little Angel. |
| Mackenzie |
04/16/15 |
Noooooo funnier than you, m'sweet. |
| Mercy Prescot |
01/31/15 |
*Picks confetti out of hair while laughing* why thank ya! I'll drink to that! |
| Mercy Prescot |
01/25/15 |
Thank you, I think I'm giving up drinking for a while. |
| Edward Brollachan |
01/22/15 |
'Tis like the FBI Most Wanted list... |
| Dessa Chambers |
01/05/15 |
Phew! You scared me!
*swats* >.> |
| Dessa Chambers |
01/05/15 |
*frowns*
You weren't supposed to die!
*cries* |
| Dessa Chambers |
01/05/15 |
*noms* |
| Dr Van Helsing |
12/28/14 |
Love your profile! |
| lacigam |
01/09/14 |
As he slowly looks her profile over he stares for a moment at her lovely words and wonders what she is thinking..... lovely profile my lady..... |
| Dessa Chambers |
12/24/13 |
Awww.. It's so pritty! |
| Athena |
12/11/13 |
Welcome to the Realm! |
