Troublemaker

Sage Jones || 20 || april 25, 1997 Teleportation Tent: Home Island: This is a private 18+ rp blog.

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The Missing Shirt

“Alright. I know someone stole my shirt. Likely one of the children. Normally, I would not mind, but it’s FREEZING, YOU GUYS!” he yelled in English. He shivered underneath his towel. At least the prankster/thief had done him the decency of leaving his jeans and shoes. “If it’s an adult, I swear– If someone wanted to see me shirtless, they could have just asked!” Muttering to himself, he tightened the towel around his torso, trying to shield his shoulders from his dripping hair. “And no one even knows what I’m saying–” he whined dramatically. “I hope everyone’s having a good laugh…”

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Sage had come across clothes sitting by themselves without an owner, and hadn’t been able to stop from grabbing it. However, Sage had barely gotten the shirt in hand when they had heard someone coming, and had teleported into a nearby tree to watch. Sagehad been annoyed when it had only been Ollie, but it hadn’t taken long for the owner of the clothes to come back and start loudly complaining. 

“You know, dumbass, almost everyone here speaks english,” Sage called with a grin, dangling the shirt where he could see it but definitely not reach. 

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✘ cousins? ↺

[partner :: @freakxmitch]

Sage wasn’t usually stupid enough to not pay attention when it came to the use of her ability. The majority of the time, she executed her teleportations without fail and generally used during pranks. However, it didn’t always go down that way.

“SON OF A BITCH!” Her voice cried out as she fell to her knees, grasping at her arm as she reappeared. Blood ran down her arm, soaking her white button up shirt a ghastly red. She groaned and ripped off the sleeve, revealing a gash from where she had managed to leave skin behind. She gritted her teeth and placed her hand over it, holding tightly to try and stop some of the blood. 

It didn’t take her long to realise she was next to the medical tent and she pushed herself up onto wobbly legs, groaning as she looked at herself. She must have hit something good, because there was too much blood for it to be a minor thing. She made her way over to the medical tent and elbowed her way in, looking for Somi. “Boss lady, I need help!” She called out, looking around.

However, it wasn’t Somi that she found. She narrowed her eyes, seeing Mitch where the healer should have been. After their strange introduction to where he and his girlfriend had decided that she was probably his cousin or something, she had spent a good amount of time avoiding him. However, it couldn’t be helped this time. “You, whatever your name is. Help.”

[cirque-daily]

Use a pickup line on me and I’ll rate it out of 1-10!

1-2 - Are you serious? That was lame as hell. I don’t even wanna be FRIENDS with you. 3-4 - You got that online somewhere, didn’t you? It’s alright but you did not make that up yourself. Even if you did, it’s cheesy. 5-6 - Wow, nice one. Props to you, I guess. I don’t know if I’m interested yet, though. 7-8 - Pfft! That was amazing! I love that! You surely are a charmer with words. 9 - Oh my…. that is so incredible!!! I’m so upset I didn’t think of that!!!!! I love you! 10 - …………….marry me

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