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Spring Taylor 07/21/17 Manky Skiver
Spring Taylor 07/16/17 Chavd-ck
I can smell your pig toe fungus eating f-cking @rse across the hall. What the blimey hell. Go kill your fcking self.
Spring Taylor 06/30/17 Oi. I told them I murdered your toe fetish minge @rse fcking d-ck with a fcking Hanukkah tie. You jealous fcking d-ldo choking Chav.
W_Kat 06/20/17 Congrats on PotD!
Spring Taylor 06/09/17 ~Lunges at with 0 f*cks to give about the questionable sludge~
~tries to glue toes on his face~
Hold f-cking still you nutter freak. The f*ck is that sh-te in the bucket wanker. It's rancid @rse smell is you.
Spring Taylor 05/30/17 ~Kicks open door with super glue~
Come the f-ck here. Square up mother f-cker. I'm making you the toe king you pint size tosser.
Elisa Stratten 05/30/17 Arse Pimple

Seems I've found the "giant f-cking @rse pimple f-cking chav stick" the sapling hoarder warned me about... charmed.
Spring Taylor 05/30/17 Toe Jam Wanker
In your sodding room? I need to know your exact location mother f-cker. Don't make me come sniff you TF out. Your f-cking stench is worse than Moscow.
Spring Taylor 05/30/17 Toe Nugget
Where the f-ck are you?
Spring Taylor 05/15/17 Fugly Mother f-cker+Balls chin
Listen you daft chav @rsehole. You're supposed to off your f-cking self. Why the f-ck haven't you put a bloody gun in your sh-te eating frog mouth and pulled the f-cking trigger? I hope you sodomize yourself on a f-cking barge with a rusty f-cking pipe that Gray probably left there when his Jew f-ckign @rse came to London. You decayed nutter wanker.
Spring Taylor 05/08/17 Toe Bugger
Did you f-cking choke on a bag of d-cks yet?
Quinn Abernathy 05/04/17 Quinn had left New York in a hurry, and that left her strapped for cash. She'd left her home, left her comfort zone, and travelled farther away that she has in a long time in order to attempt to free herself from him. But... she was also hungry.

She hates doing this. Truly. Stealing has never been something she has excelled at, let alone been okay with. Getting caught is normal to her. But when boney fingers wrap around her frail wrist, Quinn Loche lets out a whine. She doesn't even look up.

Instantly, she is pulling and in full on 'gtfo' mode. But he's relentless, and his grip is bruisingly tight. "Don'ttouchme. Don't touch me. LET GO OF ME."

When he finally releases her, she's worked herself into something between panic and anger. Finally, she looks at the boy. Man. Angry looking... person.

Cradling her wrist, her eyes cast downward, just as would be expected of her in this situation. "..sorry.."
Spring Taylor 04/25/17 Vagdryer
First of all, you need a bloody f-cking key. I'm not letting you in. Apparently, you've lost your bloody f-cking marbles. Lost the whole blimey plot in sodding Thanes. Oi, the first time I see your f-cking face. I'm going to smash it in. See you soon, daft f-cking glutton.

Spring Taylor 04/25/17 Chavd-ck
Get bent. Your airy fairy c-ck doesn't make your sparkling punk chav face have powers. Your f-cking key no longer works. Shut the f-ck up. I have a f-cking smash date to get electrocuted. Square the f-ck up Casey, after this charge I'm coming to stomp your sodding balls up your f-cking Casper wanker @rse. Go off yourself bloody midget d-ck.
Spring Taylor 03/24/17 Cvnty
Don't even f-cking try to come back here with your airy fairy d-ck.
Spring Taylor 03/24/17 Casey
I'm burning all your naff sh-te. Barmy bell end.
Spring Taylor 03/24/17 Casey
Jump the f-ck off the bridge gormless wanker.
Spring Taylor 03/24/17 Chavist
Learn how to work your f-cking phone. Daft limp c-ck.
Spring Taylor 03/24/17 D1ckhead
Are you f-cking dead yet?
Spring Taylor 02/18/17 Spring had left her flat alright, she had stomped her arse down the hall with a list thanks to Winter. Order number 1. Edible Undies. Casey's dumpster baby f-cking @rse ate anything, but she knew Gray was his sodding favorite Memo freak. Spring used the tunnel maze to step into the head wanker's closet. Eyes of ire swoop over the items in the general vicinity. Gray was a neat b@stard. God fcking damnit. Closet b-tch boys weren't supposed to be neat. She huffed as she felt the heat of her anger bloom to her forehead.

She started to ransack his closet until she found what she wanted to thrust down aborted Casey's dumb@ss throat. A pair of Gray's underwear. He wanted to kiss Taylor's fcking @ss horn. Now he could f-cking chew it. Now onto number 2 from Winter's pointers. Cover herself in.. f-ck that sh-te. No. Casey didn't deserve anything sweet. Spring contemplated the next step. She could lather herself with lard. Then the idea came to fruition. Lather herself in blood & lard, so she could at least lick the blood while Casey offed his f-cking self by choking on Gray's d!ck tent.

Spring parted Mercy to purchase some lard, only because who the f-ck uses lard? She highly doubted anyone would. While she was out she compelled a random f-cking d-ckless c-nt and had them follow her home. Had them hold the f-cking lard. F-ck that. Even though soon she would be drenched in both lard and the b-tch's blood. She didn't even use her room. She used what used to be Winter's room to snap the flat-chested slvt like a twig.

What was third? Fire. Set the mood with fire. Spring sprinted from the vacant room, and headed towards her room. The sapling should help with being a fire starter after all. Once she tossed her door open her eyes fastened on the toe decorations on her sapling. Her undead blood boiled as she slammed the door vehemently. Just a -normal- day, except she looked like she had just came out of a Carrie spoof.

Fingers curled around one of the branches as she snapped it off, and furiously tossed memos aside.(Thanks f-cking Gray.) Then it sang a prelude song of destruction and demise. The lighter was brought home between her soaked fingers. Branch in hand she dragged it, with the underwear ripped at the end of the branch giving purpose such as a rebellion flag.

Spring also grabbed her Jurassic Park DVD, scratched to f-cking sh-te. The hidden closet labyrinth was all she needed to get close to Gray's new intercom system. For a second she almost smashed it with the branch, but instead she thought of the fourth point No music. This wasn't music f-cking Winter. This was Jurassic Park. With her blood saturated hands she placed the DVD into the device and blared it full blast.

Casey wouldn't hear her f-cking coming now. Nostril flared as she stomped her way back, the music muffled inside the tunnels in the walls. Spring removed the undies, and lit the branch on fire before she sailed that b-tch through Casey's closet.

"Let's f-cking do this. You f-cking dumpster diving, toe jam eating, p-ss puddle of a f-cker."

Number five. Make Love? Please. The only thing these two made was hate.
Spring Taylor 02/15/17 Stupid Git
Spring Taylor 02/15/17 Chav Nugget
Oi. I'm not bloody giving you that fcking satisfaction. Daft fcking duffer. blimey gormless grotty git. Stop eating my fcking leftovers. You're getting fcking fat, then you can be a whole bloody FCKING CHAV CHICKEN BREAST. SINCE YOU LACK THE FCKING D-CK. GOD DAMN MOTER FCKING ARSEHOLE C-CKSUCKER. GO MARRY GRAY AND BE THE SECOND BALL TO HIS FCKING D-CK. STUPID MOTHERFCKER.
Spring Taylor 02/15/17 Deadc0ck
How the sodding hell do we get a fcking divorce then? Fcking Memoist wanker says we need one. JFC Just fcking off yourself. Stick your scrappy head in a deep fryer and let's call this fcking marriage done.
Spring Taylor 02/04/17 Punk Wanker
Where the f-ck is our blimey marriage license? Did we f-cking get one twig beater?
Spring Taylor 02/01/17 God. Budha. Van Helsing. Somebody better save those f-cking @rseholes once she gets out of this place. Her eyes rolled vindictively as the teacher lifted one fork up to her. "This is a salad fork." If the sweat could steam from her forehead, it would have created a f-cking sauna.

"Oi. DO I LOOK LIKE I EAT F-CKING SALAD. MOTHER SODDING B-STARDS PISSANTS." Spring grumbled as she noticed the orderlies move toward her with the sedatives.

It was rather brilliant, and probably the only thing that kept her from escaping this fresh hell herself. Her knees push her back from the table, as she steered her head slightly. Did she hear Casey's high p-tch b-tch arse yell? Jesus f-cking Christ. They were turning her f-cking nutter without it being attached to a f-cking c-ck.

If it was Casey. He was f-cking late. She definitely wasn't going to divorce his p-ssbrain soiled backside now. A fragment of her thought wasted too long as she felt the jab of the needle against her shoulder. "F-CKING WANKERS." She swung blindly feeling her enclosed fist connect with the face of something. She made a swift leap to her feet from the chair, and grabbed one of the eating utensils.

"I'm going to shove this fcking piece of sh-t fork up your f-cking @rse." She murmured begrudgingly through her lips. The strange calmness overcome her huge ire. The room was spinning, and the anger spoke in the back of her inebriated mind. 'This has to be how that stank ass wh-re's t!t tasted.' Then she felt entirely committed to learning why the f-ck there were different forks.

Little did she know that Casey was in the facility. Also, she didn't know it was as easy as signing her ass out. Since that f-cking @rse turd happened to be her husband.
Spring Taylor 01/30/17 Nutter c-ck
I'll fcking haunt the living sh-t out of you Casey. Until you fcking die. I'm not going to fcking die here you sodding blimey idiot. Don't come then. See what the f-ck I do to you when I see your flaming f-cking arse again. My chicken legs will make your nutter f-cking head into FCKING CHAV NUGGETS. I will break your fcking bones with a god damn fcking bat. Try me b-tch. F-cking try me if you don't get the f-ck over here. I'll wifey the f-cking d-ck off you. F-cking c-nt. B-tch @ss motherf-cker. F-cking Moscow.
[Location Sent]
Spring Taylor 01/30/17 Sh-testain
I don't fcking know where this backward a-s f-cking academy of pvssies is. Instead of having a limp fcking short d-ck, how about you think real hard and fcking find me. JFC. You fcking witless chav wanker.
Spring Taylor 01/30/17 @rsehole
I'll give you a sodding divorce, if you break me the f-ck out of this etiquette class bullsh-te.
Spring Taylor 01/21/17 "What the actual bloody f+ck are you fu+king up to now you mental git?!"

Spring raised a brow and unleashed a modest gasp at his use of profanity. "Casey. You don't have to use such language. I'm being a wife." She mentioned as if it was blatantly obvious. As if she had just pointed out to him that the sky had an overcast. She canted her head to the side and offered him the plate. "Here you go. I made you a sandwich. I brought you a sapling root & I'm foregoing clothes, because that's what wives do."

Her lips smacked together as she eyed him appraising his clothes in her head. Could Victor give those to a shelter too? "I can help you remove your clothes if you want." Her words coated seductively followed with a flirtatious wink. "After you eat your sandwich." A longing sigh departed her lips followed by a happy hum.
Spring Taylor 01/21/17 Due to the spell, Spring was unaware what exactly followed Casey pissing in her room. However, she knew she took it as him marking his territory. Marriage was weird. Spring picked up the pot with the a piece of root of the sapling, and a sandwich just the way he liked it. She lacked clothes, and ventured through the closetopia to his room.

Spring hummed and stepped into his closet. Taking in a silent glance around. Maybe she should clean his closet too. He had to join her in nudity, at leas together. "Casey?!" Her serene voice carried through the flat, as she placed the pot down on the ground. Then started her venture to find him with the only thing covering her being a flimsy plate with a sandwich on it.
Spring Taylor 01/16/17 Spring had been waiting for the charging steps of her f-cking husband to come down the hallway. She puffed the lit cig betwixt her lips, and stared idly at the mysterious bag by her couch. The scent of it made her lips upturn in disgust, but Spring was certain. Tonight would be the night Casey granted their divorce by taking his own life.

This f-cking thorn in her side would be expunged and she could go back to watching Jurassic Park. Like clockwork she heard it.


The cloud of cig smoke departed from her lips, as she smudged the butt of the cig down onto the duct tape coffee table. Of course she had heard his belligerence, and that scheming grin set across her lips once more.She was determined to make his poor excuse of a life f-cking Hell. Until he chose to board that one way train down to damnation.

Within seconds of his barreling insults, Spring was on ground. Her feet stomping towards the door, with the bag of a hideous odor in her hand. She could tell he was pounding something dead against his door, just as she had once threatened him the same way with a dead Russian.

"Oi. You didn't like your f-cking brunch? Ungrateful lecherous chav. SHUT THE F-CK UP YOUR TODDLER TW-T. YOU CAN'T EVEN BEAT YOUR WAY THROUGH A F-CKING DOOR. B-TCH. YOU PISS STAIN PUNK ARSE MOTHER F-CKING WANKER. GO F-CKING OFF YOURSELF ALREADY. I'M SQUARED UP B-TCH LETS GO." Her voice boomed equally loud as his own, as she threw open the door. The bag in her hand lifted in attempt to rain down on him.

Used cat litter.

"ON BEHALF OF YOUR F-CKING MUM. PRETTY F-CKING SURE THAT CAME RIGHT OUT OF HER V@GLIPS. PISSANT. DAFT RUBBISH C-NTFACE TW!T ARSE MONGER. NUTTER F-CKER." Spring shrieked and also raised her boot to kick at him where he stood in the hallway. Preferably right where his bloody sh!td!ck was.
Spring Taylor 01/15/17 Fact: Spring Summers is a vindictive b-tch.

That little arsehole wanted to threaten her f-cking sapling? She had something for his toe eating flabby arse. Spring waited for the moment to present itself, as she dragged a bag of fresh manure through the closet maze on the way to her husband's room. The word itself made her face full of disdain, and made her jaw clench.

Daft f-cking cow was she? Spring kicked the entrance of Casey's closet in, and went to town scattering the cow sh!t everywhere throughout his flat.

Spring Summers had a lot of hate for the lifetime pain in her bloody arse. Vehemently she stomped back to her room, and dragged a body she had already drained the blood out of. This was sure as sh-t to get the barmy f-cking chav's attention. A sadistic grin spread across her lips, the smell of bodies didn't bother her. Yet, it was no secret in the medical world what a body did to itself before it died.

She set the sh-t scent body onto his bed, and rolled it around in the manure with her boot. Meticulously cutting each toe off, she placed them in the living quarters of his flat where she heard him b-tch the most. Then she went back through the closet maze into her room, and she waited with a satisfactory smirk.
Autumn Summers 01/11/17 Mid-reach, Autumn pauses. She straightens back up and doesn't even attempt to keep from rolling her eyes. The roll so hard it's a wonder they don't get stuck in the back of her head. Spring chose a f*cking winner with this one.

"That's your damage. Not mine. Shame. She's rather tasty."

Upon inspection, there are two dainty, almost needle-like puncture wounds on one side of the woman's neck. She isn't Autumn's typical fair but she'd been feeling generous and people stay out longer when they've lost a bit of blood.

"Take it. Leave it. I do not give a f*ck. And people wonder where all the hostility comes from..." Autumn shakes her head and turns on her heel, leaving the woman laying on the floor at Casey's feet.
Spring Taylor 01/11/17 -charges down hallway- -lets out banshee shriek-
-grabs tv remote and tosses it with full rage at his ass-
-charges towards him, fists clenched-
-whirlwind fists at him- - tries to stomp his ass with her boot-
Spring Taylor 01/10/17 You daft tosser. I'll knock your f-cking teeth out first. I'll have all my f-cking fingers, because you can't bite worth sh-t with your rotted to f-ck teeth. I DON'T THINK THEY CAN F-CKING HEAR YOU ACROSS THE F-CKING EQUATOR. YOU SON OF A F-CKING SLAG. GO FIND YOUR MOM AND STICK YOUR FCKING HEAD UP HER COOCH AND GO BACK TO WHERE YOU FCKING CAME FROM. SHUT THE F-CK UP CASEY. YOU HAVE NO F-CKING BALLS.

-shrieks when kicked- -stomps after, cracking knuckles- -huffs angrily-

Spring Taylor 01/10/17 If you want me to f-cking leave.. You toe fungus eating, mother f-cking stupid git. Just leap out the f-cking window. F-ck you. I'm not offing myself for your fugly arse face.F-cking bullsh-te. GO CHOKE ON A HOBO D-CK, BEFORE I F-CKING KNOCK YOU THE F-CK OUT WITH MY CHICKEN LEGS YOU CANKER SORE. I'LL MAKE YOU CHOKE ON YOUR OWN F-CKING TONGUE AFTER I RIP IT THE F-CK OUT OF YOUR MOUTH AND SHOVE IT DOWN YOUR THROAT WITH A RUBBER F-CKING D-CK. GOD F-CKING DAMNIT BLOODY F-CKING WANKER.
Spring Taylor 01/10/17 Have you f-cking choked on hobo c-ck yet?
Autumn Summers 01/09/17 Casey's irritation serves as a great amusement for the fiery redhead. Her smile broadens. Her weight shifts, one arm folding across her chest, hand catching on the opposite elbow. The fact he is hungry in a painfully obvious way and denying it amuses her further.

"Poison?" Autumn scoffs. "Please. I am more direct than that. I much prefer doing the dirty work myself. Far more pleasure to be had."

Her shoulders shrug in a careless motion. "Suit yourself." Bending at the waist, she reaches down to grasp one of the still unconscious woman's wrists, intending to drag her back out.
Autumn Summers 01/09/17 At the core of her being, Autumn is and always will be, a predator. Most of the time that facet is neatly concealed beneath a layer of civility, if one could call any of the Summers civil.

The smile which touches her lips, however, is anything but. It's her inner sociopath making an appearance, and Autumn gives zero f*cks.

"As my brother-in-law, you're entitled to certain... perks. Consider it a belated wedding gift." Her eyes sharpen, taking a drag from the smoke.

One shapely brow arches. "That is, if you want it. If not..." She makes a tossing away motion with one hand.
Autumn Summers 01/09/17 Humming tunelessly, all out of proportion with the current situation - that being the fact Autumn is dragging an unconscious woman behind her - she makes her way to Casey's door. The body gets dropped so she can first light a smoke and then bang on the door.

"Oi! Open up, pissant. I have something for you."
Spring Taylor 01/04/17 Chicken legs? ****ing bull ****. At least my fcking legs aren't weenie appetizers b-tch. YOUR FCKING MINIATURE TWIG ASS ARMS. TRY ME HUBBY. I GUARANTEE IM GOING TO WHIP YOUR ASS LIKE WILLOW SMITH WHIPS HER FCKING HAIR BACK AND FORTH.
Spring Taylor 01/04/17 Calm the bloody f-ck down, HUBBY. DAFT DOGSBODY. Jesus f-cking Christ. I'm not going to f-cking touch you, and let's be real here you little f-cking minion. My legs knock you the f-ck out whenever we square up. Come the f-ck at me, I'll beat your f-cking arse with my fists or a dead f-cking slag. I DON'T GIVE A F-CK WHAT THE MEMOSIT B-STARD SAYS. GO STUFF YOUR F-CKING FACE WITH HOBO TOES YOU STUPID GIT. I HOPE YOU F-CKING CHOKE AND DIE, YOU'RE ALL BLOODY MOUTH AND NO TROUSERS. F-CKING MENTAL BOUNDER.
Spring Taylor 01/04/17 Get bent and make your own stupid sh-te sandwich. You're my fcking punk arse b-tch. F-cking shrimp d-ck wanker. Let's see how fcking long you survive now. Cruddy manky tosser.
Autumn Summers 01/04/17 MR. SUMMERS
I may have to let you live just to let my sister torture the f*ck out of you. Come at me, b*tch.
Autumn Summers 01/04/17 MR. SUMMERS
Welcome to the f*cking family, pissant. I'm going to f*cking murder you.
Spring Taylor 01/04/17 I made you my f-cking b-tch. Let it soak the f-ck in, f-cking chav.
Noura Orlav 12/31/16 Wrong Number
omfg. I can't zip up my footie pajamas. I need a f-cking adult.
Spring Taylor 12/31/16 Did he just f-cking threaten her sapling? Oh hell to the no. It was on like Donkey Kong. The raging shriek of Spring down the hallways, as she blindly swung her fists and kicked towards him effectively. A swing for each word, as her eyes lit up like Hiroshima.


Needless to say, the sapling definitely struck a nerve.
Spring Taylor 12/31/16 That sounds pretty f-cking feelsy coming from you, a dried out, d-ckless shrimp. Obviously you lack the set of f-cking balls I have. Now go suck your c-ck, f-cking lying piece of sh-te. I would not bloody f-cking care if you both choked on each other's d-cks and got smashedBY MY F-CKING SAPLING. CASEY. SHUT. THE. F-CK UP. UNLESS YOU WANT MY F-CKING FIST THROUGH IT. SQUARE THE F-CK UP PUNK ARSE MOTHER F-CKING GLAIKIT.

Spring Taylor 12/31/16 Oi. Victor's down the hallway for your bendo f-cking session. I guess it's a smashing idea to have him move in after all.

Spring Taylor 12/31/16 I knew you wanted to bloody bang me. BUT. I'm not a f-cking pedophile nutter bellend. Don't make me beat your f-cking teeth out with a dead slag.

Spring Taylor 12/31/16 Glad to see you're f-king choking on something that resembles your shrimp d-ck, f-cking chav.

Autumn Summers 12/24/16
Spring Taylor 12/23/16 Mercy was already in questionable condition when she walked through the hallway. Another pair of steps and a bag wheeling behind her. Unbeknownst of Casey's vile ways, she had brought him dinner after all. She called the leggy Russian girl Posh. Only because she hated to name her food, and the name of dinner was irrelevant. Spring grunted as she stomped down to her door, and used the key to swing it open.

There was something off as soon as she walked through the threshold. Just like everything in this goddamn f-cking building. She turned to her guest and offered a cheeky grin. Inviting the woman further in, who seemed to be stuck in awe at the sapling. It was an impressive sight after all. Especially as the tip of the tree bent and continued to spread across the ceiling without bursting through the foundation yet.

It wasn't until after she opened her fridge to brandish a few cans of beer, that the scent hit her in the other room. "Oh. what. the bloody. f-ck." She growled into the fridge, before she slammed the door shut. Spring found the remote control and turned on the tele in the living area purposefully. She was being nice. She locked the front door to her flat, and started to drink her beer. Snapping her fingers she pointed towards the couch with small rips in the cushion, from a previous tantrum.

Dinner was distracted. Good. Now with her can of alcohol after a long flight, she went in sought out the source of the scent. It didn't take her long. Spring stared at the dismembered toes under her pillow and gnarled skulls between her mattress. It took a minute to sulk in. Who the f-ck would do this? Casey's message burned into her memory and surfaced above her boiling blood.

"Oi. Okay.. okay. aye." Spring nodded to herself, and crushed the can into her hand. She used the spike in her ire to toss the aluminum can in front of her. Only to have it lodge into the cracked wall. "SON OF A MOTHER F-CKING B-TCH." Spring screamed, only causing her company in the other room to check on her. Two steps in, and Spring had her hands curled around the woman's neck. A grotesque snap echoed in her room, as she dragged the body into the living room next to the sapling. The snap was followed by a massive crack that quaked through the halls of Mercy. As if lighting had struck against the sapling and possibly zapped a large branch off of it. Mercy wasn't so lucky.

Spring moved in a blur and dragged both unconventionally down the hallway. She only had to pause at the door next to hers. Thanks to Gray Memoist F-cker Taylor. Casey was right bloody next door. Spring placed her foot atop of the woman's frozen colorless face, as she swung the branch against the door violently. "KNOCK, KNOCK, B-TCH. YOU F-CKING C-NT. OPEN THIS F-CKING DOOR. LITTLE F-CKING MOTHER F-CKER CHAV WANKER." Her voice shrieked down the hallways, and it was enough to send a banshee to flee in defeat. The banging of the branch against the door continued unmercifully to anyone else. Spring gave no sh-t. F-ck this f-cking ar-ehole. He would f-cking pay.

Mission accomplished. Spring was p-ssed the f-ck off.

She angrily stomped her foot into the head of the corpse, and the blood splattered onto her face. This further infuriated her, and caused her to opt out of waiting for him to open the door. Instead, she placed the sapling under her arm, and went to full on kick the f-cking door. One way or another this door would f-cking open. Each loud noise of her creation, oddly enough spinning its own wrathful language.

Bang. Spring. Crack. Is. Shriek. Home.
Mackenzie 12/20/16 You're the one I keep seeing hit people over the head, aren't you? With the goddamn metal baby shaker thing? Love your work.
Miryam 12/19/16 Once he was made aware of her presence she pulled her leather jacket collar up to shield herself from the winter elements, leather gloves adorning slender digits for both her personal warmth and to protect him from risk of infection. As she heard his response she she scoffed in confident mocked demeanor.

“Who the f+ck am I?”

With that she paused feeling they might be getting off on the wrong foot and she was not here to make enemies.

“My name is Miryam and I am the Queen of the Viral Undead. I do believe my consort Izael spoke with you? I was made aware of your twisted potential. If you're up for it I have come with a task for you?”
Miryam 12/19/16 The ghoul Casey Noire had not gone forgotten as her Master Izael had informed her of his whereabouts. A slender decrepit frame clad in black leather slithered around the corner, the gore of her face only partially obscured by the shadows of a building. The chilly wind swept up dark locks of hair as she snuck up behind his person, uttering his name in a bold alluring tone.

“Casey Noire I presume?”
Spring Taylor 12/16/16 NaffMuppet
Oi. The other FCKING day I fanged this FCKING lonely city slag. Had so much FCKING Perfume on. I spent bloody fifteen minutes sneezing her blood. Daft plebs. Aye, a real fcking Russian.
Autumn Summers 12/16/16 Casey
Aye, it's bloody f*cking cold. That's about it. If you're curious, come see for yourself.
Spring Taylor 12/16/16 MankyTosser
F-ck feelings. Deal. If you start to bloody show feelings, I'm going to kick your fcking balls into your fcking throat. Jesus fcking Christ. I'll bring you a Russian nutter to eat so you calm the FCK down.
Spring Taylor 12/16/16 Stupid git
Because you are a fcking arsehole and no one will bother me there. Fcking tw-ts and their god damn fcking feelings. HIS NAME IS RA.
Spring Taylor 12/16/16 Arsehole
When I get back from Moscow, can I hide in your fcking closet?
Spring Taylor 12/15/16 F-cking chav. My eyes are up here, b-tch

Stupid bloody c-ck.

You hit Casey Noire for xxx damage. You won the encounter!
Spring Taylor 12/15/16
Oi. Ready to be my f-cking b!tch?
Elouise Warrock 12/06/16 Aw. Who pissed in your cheerios this morning?
Spring Taylor 12/05/16
Blimey. You're off the f-cking rails, mate. Your yampy head goes there? Stupid git. Don't f-cking tell me your weird fcking fetishes arsemonger. Jesus f-cking christ.
Spring Taylor 12/05/16
Oi. Show those barmy fingers at me af-cking again. I'm going to rip them off and shove them down your bloody f-cking throat. Top of the morning to you too. F-cking arsehole.
Spring Taylor 12/05/16
No one wants to hear your f-cking screeching voice, sh-tface.
Spring Taylor 12/01/16 You hit Casey Noire for 64 damage.
You won the encounter!

"Oi! How's that for chicken legs? F-cking d-ck."
Spring Taylor 12/01/16 No.
Autumn Summers 12/01/16 Funny, I don't recall having said a goddamn thing to you, boy, but it's nice to know you're an eavesdropper and are not to be trusted. Cheers. Now bugger off.
Spring Taylor 12/01/16 Bloody hell f-cking no. You can't see my f-cking list. Wanker.
Spring Taylor 12/01/16 Just you f-cking wait. You're on my f-cking list, now.
Spring Taylor 12/01/16 Run the f-ck over? I'll make you my f-cking b1tch. Punk arse.
Spring Taylor 12/01/16 Stay the f-ck out of my f-cking way.
Elouise Warrock 12/01/16 You're a real sh*t, you know that?
Elouise Warrock 12/01/16 Threats like that are probably why you're in detention, bud.
...did you take your meds this morning?
Elouise Warrock 12/01/16 Not in high school? Are you still in middle school?
Elouise Warrock 12/01/16 How the f*ck did you get out of detention?
Spring Taylor 11/30/16 Shut the f-ck up. Of fcking course you would mention a bloody drug. You f-cking tweaker hobknocker. P-ss off. Don't fcking stalk me the f-ck again. Pop that Xanax like I'm going to pop those balls with my f-cking boot.
Spring Taylor 11/30/16 Why don't you come closer sh-tface? I'll show you how high I can fcking kick. Creeper nothing you f-cking say? Exf-ckingscuse Me. I would not bloody stand around looking at f-cking fingernails. You tottie c-ck.
Spring Taylor 11/30/16 Oi. F-ck off you bloody f-cking wanker. I'll shove my f-cking foot so up your @rse that you'll choke on your own f-cking sh-t. Stop being a creeper, stupid git.
Elouise Warrock 11/29/16 You're so not getting any candy now.
Elouise Warrock 11/29/16 -gasps-
You're not even that much younger than me!
You just can't grasp the power of a classic.
Elouise Warrock 11/29/16 What was that? I can't hear you over the sound of nostalgia.
Elouise Warrock 11/28/16 Gross, no. I just enjoy annoying you!
Elouise Warrock 11/28/16 You're mouthy for a toddler!
Don't they teach respect in daycare?
Elouise Warrock 11/28/16 Ohemgee. Watch your mouth!
...and don't do drugs. You're too young.
Elouise Warrock 11/28/16 You're like... fetal.
Where are your parents?!
Elouise Warrock 11/28/16 You managed to break out Casey Noire.

...are you even allowed to be in here?
Idris Mowbry 11/28/16 - stares at-
Camille Hammond 11/28/16 Wow. Sassy little b@stard, aren't you?
Let's hope it doesn't get you whooped.
... Or let's hope it does.
Camille Hammond 11/28/16 Are you... Do you have...
Another Noire?!
Caitlyn Darrow 11/28/16 What are you doing here? I don't need to buy from you, Casey. I don't need many things. I follow my nose.
Caitlyn Darrow 11/28/16 *spits deflated squeaky toy to the side*
Caitlyn Darrow 11/28/16 *cracks knuckles, deflates squeaky toy in mouth*
Who are you?
Caitlyn Darrow 11/28/16 *Eyes*
Lloyd R Darrow 11/28/16 -wails-
Good God, you're all multiplying too!
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