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@fiidget-blog

where is my mind?

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male muses: *breathes*

male muses: *gets twenty notes*

female muses: *breathes*

everyone: um.. sweaty (: she's kind of a mary-sue... (~:

#;ooc #[lmaolmaolmaolmao #me and allie talk about this all the time]

+ kabccm

[She’s sitting on the ground, crossed legged with her back against the side of her Beetle. In her hand, she cradles her potted plant and studies it intently, brows furrowed.] Where’d it all go wrong, Leaf? [She holds it closer to her face, head tilted to the side.] You oughta remember. What, was your granny around before the fall? An aunt? [She’s clutching at straws now.] A cousin you were awfully fond of...?

+ ogjer

[She’s reclining on the hood of her Beetle, eyes closed and her arms behind her head. In spite of her surroundings, there’s a relaxed and content air about her and one might mistake her for being asleep until she suddenly speaks, eyes still closed.] Jog on, mate. Ain’t got nothin’ to trade, not today.

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The reason why all the war boys have no hair is because immortan joe needs it for his weave

#;ooc #[called it]

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Tank Girl, 1995

+ efficientqueen

Hey! Hey, hey, hey! [She hurries out of the Beetle, stumbling on the way out and scrambling back onto her feet while waving a tattered and torn book enticingly.] You look the...readin’ and knowin’ type. You seein’ this, yeah? Old world, very valuable. All kinds of useful l’il tidbits. Want it?

#efficientqueen

[A warning hiss escapes her as she’s turned, her teeth bared and then just like that, she’s jovial and cheerful just like before again. A brow raises at the question, her lips twisted up in an unimpressed frown.] You always this pryin’ when courtin’? [She holds her hand up slowly so he doesn’t get too trigger happy and tugs her tank top just slightly to reveal her medical history tattooed on her back. Just at the small of her back, the word ‘infertile’ is underlined several times as is ‘thin blood’.] Pretty useless, yeah? Good thing I’m stunnin’ conversation.

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He made a noise halfway between disappointment and annoyance.

“On your knees,” He jabbed her with the muzzle of the gun. “Hands behind your head.”

It was possible that some other use could be made of her, but it didn’t seem likely to him that she could do anything that any other person couldn’t.

At first she just looked at him, one brow still raised and her lips tugged down in a frown as if to say ‘really?’. Sighing heavily, she dropped down to her knees heavily and brought her hand behind her head again. Her eyes flicked up to his face, the corner of her lips twitching up into a sadistic warning smirk. “Don’t get any ideas, yeah?” She snapped her teeth suddenly, her top lip curled over them in a toothy grin.

✖ starter call | shapetruthreason

[She whistles lowly, pushing her goggles up onto her forehead to get a better look at the stranger.] Little bit overdressed for the weather, ain’t ya?

shapetruthreason-blog

“Hm…you’re probably right…” He was rather warm under his kimono; the beginnings of perspiration were starting to prick at his forehead and the back of his neck. “I’m afraid I’m lost…I took a wrong turn somewhere in this wasteland, I think.”

Usually am. Words of wisdom courtesy of Fidget. [She offers a salute, lowering her hand with a dramatic flourish. A loud and snort filled cackle suddenly escapes her and she throws her head back.] Lost? Did ya leave your map at home before ya decided to pop out?

#shapetruthreason

+ bloodandmotoroil

Oi, you! [She stands on the driver’s seat and calls through the sunroof, her arms crossed over her Beatle’s.] Wouldn’t get too comfortable, yeah? There’s Buzzards a-prowlin’ and lookin’ to get themselves a nice shiny bike like that there.

bloodandmotoroil

“They’ll have t’pry it from my cold, dead hands,” he laughed, shaking blonde fluff out of his eyes. “Hey up there! What’re you doin’ out here, anyways?”

The way they work, that can be arranged. [She half grins crookedly, leaning more over her roof and propping her head up in her hand.] Lookin’ for a purpose in life, how ‘bout you?

#bloodandmotoroil

+ peoplexater

[She lets out a long whistle, pulling her goggles up from around her neck up to her eyes as if using them as glasses to get a better look.] You’re a big fella, ain’t ya?

fiidget.

toast didn’t know what to think, really. how could she when the last survivor she saw that wasn’t a part of a town was mad max? the former wife watched the blonde apprehensively. ‘and who are you?’

Fidget had been standing with her head tilted far back, trying to see to the top of the green covered rocks when she heard the voice behind her, turning immediately and swaying a little as she did. One brow raised and she squinted a little, for a moment looking downright hostile before she suddenly grins. “Fidget. Just Fidget. Anyone calls me anythin’ more than Fidget it’s ‘cause they’re pissed. Who’re you, eh?”

#ofknowing #[B)))))) you know the score friend]

“Out in the wastes, everyone’s alone.”

Independent Mad Max OC

Mun is over 18.

Para, semi para and script dialogue welcome.

Willing to plot.

Over eight years experience with roleplaying, three years with tumblr RP.

NSFW content and triggers will be tagged accordingly and put under a read more.

OCs and canon characters welcome.

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#;promo #;self promo #;ooc

TATTOOS: A lot, mostly homemade ones on her fingers and hands. She also has falsified medical history tattooed on her back to dissuade clans from using her in any way.

just updated her about page a little B)

Oi, oi, oi! [She holds her hands up, bringing them to the back of her head. Despite the situation, her stance is relaxed, her hip sticking slightly to the side.] You put that down, you’ll hurt someone with that.

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“That’s the idea.” He commented cheerfully, advancing toward her, gun still trained on her. He grabbed her by the shoulder and turned her around 360 degrees, looking her over.

“So what’s wrong with you?”

[A warning hiss escapes her as she’s turned, her teeth bared and then just like that, she’s jovial and cheerful just like before again. A brow raises at the question, her lips twisted up in an unimpressed frown.] You always this pryin’ when courtin’? [She holds her hand up slowly so he doesn’t get too trigger happy and tugs her tank top just slightly to reveal her medical history tattooed on her back. Just at the small of her back, the word ‘infertile’ is underlined several times as is ‘thin blood’.] Pretty useless, yeah? Good thing I’m stunnin’ conversation.

+ warsiren

[She squints for a few moments before pushing her tinted goggles up onto her forehead, squinting harder through the harsh sun.] Lookin’ a little pale there, mate. Might wanna get a bit more sun, get a little tan, yeah?

warsiren-deactivated20160203

“Alright, funny-girl, hands up where I can see em.”

He kicked the car door shut behind him and pointed the gun at her chest.

Oi, oi, oi! [She holds her hands up, bringing them to the back of her head. Despite the situation, her stance is relaxed, her hip sticking slightly to the side.] You put that down, you’ll hurt someone with that.

“Out in the wastes, everyone’s alone.”

Independent Mad Max OC

Mun is over 18.

Para, semi para and script dialogue welcome.

Willing to plot.

Over eight years experience with roleplaying, three years with tumblr RP.

NSFW content and triggers will be tagged accordingly and put under a read more.

OCs and canon characters welcome.

Tracking fiidget

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#;promo #;self promo

+ warsiren

[She squints for a few moments before pushing her tinted goggles up onto her forehead, squinting harder through the harsh sun.] Lookin’ a little pale there, mate. Might wanna get a bit more sun, get a little tan, yeah?

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