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Airiana only watched him with amusement as he swung himself back up the course of slick metal bars and ladders. He was crazy, that much she was sure of. But he was the good kind of crazy. The kind that had a smooth accent that sounded especially nice when he said words that ended in 'th' and the kind that could swing from city scapes it was his own personal playground. Damn. Did  Airiana know how to pick em’ or what?

Her little smile stretches across her face slightly  and she shakes her head. This was the kind of boy you took home to meet mommy and daddy, well… at least her mommy and daddy anyway… For one, her mother was dead so she was auto -matically in approval by default (because it’s not like she can oppose anyways, right? Bitch is dead.) And for two, her father was a drunk. And as far as his daughter was concerned, he didn’t give a rat’s ass who she dated, but any boy who wanted to buy her a bar was definitely at an advantage (even if it was only a metaphor).

                 ”Don’t let me fall.”                                  Airiana says, shutting  her  eyes                                 for a  moment  and  shaking  her                                 head  as  she  took a second for                                  herself.  She was  too  drunk  for                                 this.  Which  meant  it  was  the                                 perfect time to do something she                                 probably shouldn’t be doing.                                        Excellent logic. 

With a deep breath, she grabbed onto his hand and jumped off the ledge, it was only a four foot drop, but Airiana was drunk and wasn’t so steady on her feet to begin with. She hits the metal platform with a loud thud that rang off the brick walls that surrounded them. She opens one eye, squinting through the misty air to look at him, before letting out a sigh of relief. 

                    “Christ, I don’t know how you do it.”                                  The brunette breathes out, rubbing                                 her forehead with one hand but still                                 maintaining her grip on his other hand.                                 Because why should she let go? Just                                 because she had landed safely and no                                 longer needed him? No. This boy was                                 cute and british and she was drunk and                                 spontaneous and hell, he had good hand                                 -holding hands and he was warm and she                                  wasn’t. There was no reason not to keep                                  holding his hand. 

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Eggsy grinned at her and  lead  her  to  another  ladder to descend further. What he didn't tell her  was  that  he  had competed in gymnastics as a kid, first place in regionals.               "Aint gon' let you fall. Scouts honor. "   Eggsy  promised. He'd done this  lots of   times, granted he never  tried bringin' along a  person  that  didn't  know  what  they  were doing, but it wasn't like he was just  tossing her over and hoping for the best. They weren't about to do anything crazy    like  he'd  just  done  but   he  supposed  climbing around  when   you're  drunk  like she is. it seems like an  impossible task. Good  thing he  likes a challenge. As he  turned to move,  Eggsy  paused and  smirked  slightly at  the grip she had on his hand before looking at her.                "I am gonna need 'iss though." Eggsy stated  slowly removing his hand from hers. The boy hopped down to the next platform and placed both hands on the sides of the slick metal ladder as he looked up at her.              "You afraid of heights or somefing?"  Eggsy asked, squinting slightly. 

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Smoked a whole cigarette? 12.

Ran away from home? 11.

Cussed? 8.

Got in a fist fight? 8.

Done drugs? 14.

Tried alcohol? 14.

Got drunk? 14.

Blacked out from drinking? 15.

Drove a car? 13.

Fell in love? __

Lied? 7.

Got a pet? 20.

Kissed a member of the opposite sex? 9.

Kissed a member of the same sex? __

Went on a date? 16.

Got your ears pierced? 

Got a detention? 13.

Got suspended from school? 13.

Stayed up all night? 10.

Played truth or dare? 12.

Had your first crush? 7.

Got a job? 20.

Hurt yourself on purpose? 23.

Told off a teacher? 11.

Was the happiest ever? 20.

Realised how much someone meant to you? 15.

Lost someone? 3.

Got expelled from school? __

Had sex? 14.

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            ”There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man;                                              --true nobility is being superior to your former self"                       ——  selective independent eggsy unwin roleplay blog ——                                                 (sideblog for catatonicserialkiller)                                              i. has 7 + years of writing experience                                             ii. adaptive roleplayer & friendly mun                                                       iii. multi-ship & multi-verse                                         iv. crossover & original character friendly

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She follows him back to the ladder that which they’d climbed up from, letting her hand drop  back to her side while she watched him curiously as he stepped onto the ledge. If she wasn’t drunk she’d probably start yelling at him to get down, not because she’s a buzz kill, but for obvious reasons like that ledge was not nearly as big in width as it was in length and he would surely fall the few stories they’d climbed up. Not an easily recoverable fall (if you’re human). But she’s inexplicably inebriated and  that means she can only watch in a sort of confused trance as he drops his hat on her head, the thing fall -ing to the side slightly so it laid atop her mused hair crookedly. 

Once he jumps, it’s then Airiana realizes that this boy just fucking jumped off a building. He just fucking jump -ed off a building. Like on purpose      which is just absolutely fucking mad. 

                 ”Oh my god! Eggsy!”                                  So that was his name… guess                                 adrenaline did that to you…

Airiana yelps, rushing over to the ledge, hands coming up over her mouth. Her eyes shoot downwards expecting to see him lying in a pool of his own blood and mashed up body parts, but instead it’s just him. Standing up right, with the same old stupid cheeky fucking grin spreading across his lips like a fucking twat, short brown hair a little floppy looking from the jump and loss of his hat. How the fuck was it possible for someone to look that cute after they just jumped off a building to certain death? Bloody fucking brits and their parkour bullshit. 

                   ”How      How did you      How are you     …”                                  She stutters, starring down at him                                  looking like a dumbfounded fool. 

                     ”How the fuck did you do that?! Like holy                      shit how are you not dead?! That was the                      coolest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my                      entire life!”                                  Airiana shouted down to him as she                                  pushed her hair back, a huge grin                                  coming over her features.

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Eggsy grins up at her, running a hand through his  floppy brown hair as it's a mess atop his head thanks to the hat. With a shrug, the young adult  cast  two  quick  looks  on either  side  of  the  street   before  backing  up  and  then booking it back to  the ladders he'd just scaled down. He  jumped   and   got  enough  momentum  that   his  hands wrapped around one of  the  bars and he hoisted himself up, quickly making his way  back  to  the  top. When  he  finally reaches it,  Eggsy is  panting  and  a  little  out of breath so he  just   squints against  the  rain  drops  and looks up at her from  the  lower  platform. The  metal  is slick with water  and  truthfully, Eggsy is lucky he didn't slip and bust his ass but that's besides the  point,  she's  drunk and in much need of some assistance  in  getting down.            "I told you. Parkour." with a lift of his hands he reached for her.            "C'mon  'en love, we aint got all night. I            promised you a whole bar, dint I?"  Obviously he didn't have that kind of cash but a simple drink for the one she'd lost--that he could do. 

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Airiana rolled her eyes and arched a questioning  brow at him.                    “Oh please, I’d hardly call running                   down a few alley ways away from                   the cops parkour." 

Catching the jacket he’d tossed to her with one hand, she peered down at it for a moment, unsure if whether or not she should give it back or take it. It was official. He had officially managed to mention the fact that he’d saved her ass enough times now that it got under her  skin. She felt like shit. And so did her ego. Fucking  british people and their stupid fucking accents and their cute fucking faces.

                    “Look, I’m sorry okay…”                               The brunette grumbled, slipping on                               his jacket and holding it to her body,                               its warmth heating her chilled bones. 

                    “I just     … It’s cold and it’s wet and I’m                      drunk and there’s cops and you’re…                       British and cute and shit…”                                She mumbled, looking away with an                               added roll of her eyes which she seemed                               to be doing a lot of in his presence.

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His buzz is pretty much gone, and while he's still  high,  Eggsy has enough focus to  bounce around everywhere like he usually does. His  gaze slid in her direction with a cheeky grin before he  peered into the alleyway  once more. He's happy to see  the cops have  vanished from their general area and  moved  on else where. reaching out, Eggsy takes her hand and moves them back to the section they'ed climbed  up from. He dropped her hand and climbed up  on  the  ledge,  crouching  and  turning  his head to look at her. The  boy pulled  his  hat  off  his head and gently placed it loosely on hers.         "No, love, running around wiff a drunk girl          through alleyways is not parkour--but 'iss,          yea 'iss is." Eggsy replied with a grin before  turning his attention to the tall  stair  case  that  traveled  down  the  side of the building. With one last glance, the male hopped off and skillfully scaled his way  down  with  precision and grace to his movements that  he'd  gathered  in  his  many  years as a top ranking gymnastics competitor.