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are you afraid of me? because i'm afraid of you.

[kianpierce]

ALL YOU LOVELIES ADD ME ON KIK AND ILL ADD YOU TO THE GROUP CHAT

my kik is kamikazeoverme

i don’t have kik D:

[kianpierce]

hey lol wassup i know i already made my lil post yesterday but i just want to say again

that i am 100% up to 1x1 or do a lil mumu with anyone, if any of you are interested??!?!?!??!/1//1/! my personal is irwinbuns and you can message me there, or i have skype or aim if you’d like, and yeah, i think you’re all super lovely and i’d be stoked to continue rping with you guys!!!

[kianpierce]

hi if u dig me at all pls read

lol wassup my friends. ya girl UnFoRtunAteLY has some news, idk if it’s bad news although i’m a lil bummed. i just wanted to explain myself rather than you guys just seeing my url on an unfollow list

whEn I joined this rp, i was like blown away by how nice all you guys are, and welcoming, and you’re all such talented writers, and stuff, i feel so lucky that i got to experience that, and create friendships with you guys. but i’m finding that it’s taking like, all of my energy to be even as present on here as i have been, and lbr here, i wasn’t on nearly as much as some of you. i find that groups take a certain level of dedication and attention that like, i just don’t have, and it sucks because this is such a wonderful environment to be in. i honestly gotta give so many of you claps for being as present on the dash and in your chars as you are, bc i was struggling and i don’t think people realize how xcore group rps can be when the dash is active.

i’ve been primarily in the 1x1 community for about the past year and a half to two years bc since i’m in school, n trying to be an adult n stuff, it was just easier for me to keep up with. i tried this group bc i loved the plot, and now that i’m starting to have a bit more trouble with my muse, i think it’s probably because i’m not able to put as much of myself into him as i’d like to. i spend more time trying to keep up with the dash than actually being on it, and i don’t think that’s particularly fair to any of the people who are like, A C T I V E. especially when we plot, and then don’t really end up getting to do anything with it bc i am s l o w.

SO BASICALLY, ALSO THE TL;DR OF THAT, i am sad to be leaving, but i think returning to the 1x1 community is what is best for me, and for my muse. i’m going to miss you guys a lot, bc like i said, you’re such a fun, wonderful and diverse group and it was rly nice getting to meet, and plot with you all. HOWEVER, i do have my personal and i should be on that a lot, so if you’d like to keep in touch, or even plot some 1x1s with me, PLEASE PELASE PLEASE EASEASEA don’t hesitate to ask, okay, if that’s your thing at all i would LOVE to attempt plotting, and playing out chars with you guys. 

my personal is here and i will still be on kian’s account a lil while longer if you want to even contact me through here about it. ok, wow, once again thank you so much for the experience and ily all.

[kianpierce]

i’m so much more comfortable using ashton as an fc, but like, would anyone mind if i switched bieber for him??

[kianpierce]

“A snowboard? I really thought it would work, though! I’m disappointed. But yeah, you’re smart.”

“Nah, nah, like... ugh, you know sleds? Like a sled, but the cooler versions, the ones kids usually use? They’re round, don’t look too sturdy. I wouldn’t say smart, I just use my common sense. Now, slidin’ down banister railin’s I hear is both fun and actually doable, maybe try that next time? I certainly plan on it.”

[hushedyuri-blog]

(☆▽☆)

[kianpierce]

The girl was used to people being uncomfortable with her displays of affections. Hugs and cuddles were truly her only life-force while suffering with her torture family. Listening to him with a smirk, she rubbed her head and shook it a little. < I was born here, but my parents were very strict about American food. I haven’t had a funnel cake for Buddha’s sake. On a scale of one to ten, how good are cheeseburgers? > The statistic wasn’t of true important, though Yuri was curious anyway.

As Yuri wrote, Kian took a moment too look around. Amongst all the walks he seemed to take, never once had it occurred to him to actually sit, and take it in. Sitting there in the park, it was much calmer than the main streets of DC. Glancing over when he heard the white board marker cease, the dirty blond read Yuri’s words, a small frown forming on his lips. “Are you fucki - You haven’t had a funnel cake, either?!” he asked, shocked. Of course, it wasn’t his place to question anyone else’s life choices, but after New Horizons, it was hard for him to imagine continuing rules from before it. “I’d say a solid 9.5 generally, but sometimes you get one that’s a full 10, and you can hear angels sing,” Kian teased, before giving her arm a small nudge. “You gotta start tryin’ things, Yur, we got all this freedom now. The least you can do is eat some deep fried dough, right?”

[kianpierce]

“The second two are both weird so I’m hoping it’s the first one and she was really just hungry. Although that still doesn’t explain the napkin, so I’ve got a bad feeling that’s not it. The clone idea’s pretty cool, even if it is unlikely someone would want one of me for themselves. Though I guess something’s better than nothing, if you’re just looking for a cuddle.“

“See, I think the first would be pretty bad, ‘cause then she’s like, eatin’ your scraps. Like she saw the crusts of your sandwich and genuinely thought, ‘man, now there’s a five-star meal’. Unless she was plannin’ on eatin’ the napkin as well, I think you’re  right though. A cuddle, or maybe she had somethin’ a little more twisted in mind and you fit her needs perfectly, who knows what people are into these days. But let’s be real, even if she was sellin’ that shit on eBay, chances are whoever buys it would be lookin’ to clone, so either way I’d say that clonin’ the most likely option.”

[kianpierce]

“You seem to know something I don’t and I’m not sure what you’re assuming, so please clarify.”

“Uh, that your van don’t got a bathroom, and if you shit on the ground like a dog, ain’t nobody gonna be cleaning up after you, but you? I thought that part was clear. But if you really wanna know what I’m assumin’, it’s that you didn’t think through blowin’ all your money on some vintage bus too much.”

[kianpierce]

ok fuck this i’m going to bed

[kianpierce]

Holden entered the male’s apartment hesitantly and let removed his hoodie. “Thank you.” He said softly before looking around. “Just give me whatever, I don’t really mind right now.” He said with a sigh. It was rare that he ever came to that point where he needed some form to escape. He rubbed his eyes tiredly and looked at Kian. “How did you even get all of that so fast? I don’t know whether to be concerned or impressed.”

Kian gave Holden a nod, though despite his lack of words, his brown eyes were on the other male carefully, trying to figure out his mood. The last thing he wanted was for his escape to end up putting him in an even worse place. So maybe not booze, he reasoned. “All of what?” the boy asked as he walked Holden through the small apartment, and towards his room, “this stuff? Or my goods?” One, the things that filled the space, was easy to explain, the other not so much. “Either way, I think you’d be impressed,” he grinned as he opened the door to the portion of the apartment that was strictly his, and gestured Holden inside.

[kianpierce]

@kianpierce

Combing her fingers through her hair Veronica makes her way downstairs to where the kitchen is situated to search for the requested strawberries. She had inquired for champagne from Kian a few days ago, but she had wanted enough to fill a bathtub which isn’t possible. Her second inquiry had been successful and now she’s searching for the strawberries she had purchased a few days earlier. Hoping that Blaise and Xander hadn’t eaten them, she’s relieved when she finds the berries near the back. Pulling them out she places them on the counter, then searches for two glasses. Victorious with her rummage she makes her way over to the living room. She can’t recall Kian and her being extremely close in New Horizons but now that they are out a friendship has seemed to blossom between the two. Kian and herself had decided to pursue employment in an area which isn’t entirely conventional is some of the only excitement she has within her life at the moment. The lives of the survivors are pretty simple and could get quite tedious, honestly. Stay inside and you won’t get ambushed, leave your home and you will be pursued by cameras. Dealing to put it simply is something that will bring some sort of thrill to her life instead of staying inside and avoiding confrontation with the media. Nibbling on the strawberries she had taken from the fridge she awaits Kian’s arrival patiently. 

There were so many different kinds. When the topic of champagne had first come up, never in Kian’s wildest dreams would making a selection actually be as difficult a feat as it was turning out to be; but the fact was, the boy knew nothing about quality. And unfortunately, that was what he felt Veronica would appreciate. It felt like an eternity that he stood in that stupid store, reading the backs of labels in hopes of getting an idea of what the infamous drink would taste like, and in the end there were two options that seemed fitting to him. One of which, a more expensive bottle, he set aside and vowed to buy for the party instead. With a black hood pulled well over his head, and a billed hat under that, he went fairly unnoticed walking the dark streets, most people done with whatever lurking they needed to do that day, and it left the trip from the liquor store to his friend’s place all the more peaceful. In fact, by the time Kian reached Veronica’s building he was in a fairly decent mood, an airy one that he was blaming on the anticipation of tasting the bubbly substance for the first time. After buzzing in, and making his way upstairs, the blond read the number on each door carefully until he found the one he’d remembered V telling him, and once he found it, he tucked the paper bag under his arm and raised a fist, his knuckles tapping the surface to let her know he’d made it.

[ftveronica]

EVENT: VERONICA ROWE’S BIRTHDAY

Kian Pierce and Veronica Rowes decide to be SUPER extra and dress up as the old school classic, Playboy Bunny and Hugh.

[kianpierce]

“I was at a restaurant today and when I left I saw the waitress cleaning up my plate, and I swear to God she took the napkin I was using and the crusts from my sandwich and put them in her pocket. What do you think she’s going to do with them? I truly hope there aren’t people out there that are interested in paying for that kind of thing.”

“I’ve got a few guesses for what she could be doin’ with them, and I think they’re all pretty reasonable given the sorta world that we live in. So either she’s makin’ shit money, and the skinnier bitch waitin’ the next table always gets more tips than her so she has to live off her customers leftovers. There’s also a chance she’s seen ya face all over the news, and magazine covers and is hopin’ to make a quick buck on the internet by sellin’ that shit. Or she’s found the secret to clonin’, thought you were pretty cute, and wanted one of you for herself. Take your pick.”

[kianpierce]

“I gotchu, Kian. You’re going to be amazed by this imaginary scrapbook.”

“I’m super excited for it, to be honest. Is that a go on the champagne, then?”

[kianpierce]

“I may or may not have bought a Volkswagen van with my ten grand today. Who’s up for a road trip?”

“I mean, a road trip sounds cool and all, and I guess there’s room to sleep, but the real question here is, once you’re back and actually need a place to live, where the fuck do you plan on pissin’?”

[kianpierce]

“Who says you aren’t getting something out of it? You get to see me for starters.”

“And how ‘bout that scrapbook? Tell you what, you supply the strawberries, I'll supply the champagne?”

[kianpierce]

“I want champagne now and then. Don’t you know me at all?”

“I do, please. Your birthday is one thing, but I ain’t the type to spoil unless I know I’m gettin’ somethin’ from it.”