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“Do what you want if you have a dream for better…” – Evanescence

#( ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ #ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʀ ᴄʀʏ )#★#ᴠɪsᴀɢᴇ

tacticalposse

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#( ᴡᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ & ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ )#▋▋#ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴘᴀɴᴢᴇʀ

fuclcoff-deactivated20161113

I SEE THE JUDGEMENT IN THEIR EYES.

#promos;#promo;#my amazing friend

bloomingtrails:

☾♔ │ - ☡ᴇƦᴏ - │ ✖☽

’ I see. Well - take me calling ya’ sweet cheeks as a compliment yea? ’ Tapping off his cigarette more he sharply breathed in. Although he didn’t need to breath it made him feel more well human. Which was weird because he was far from being considered the norm in that aspect. closing his eyes he rest himself fulling against the wall of the building and placed the cigarette box back in his leather jacket pocket. He was actually being well considerate for once in his damn miserable life. ’ ah well if ya’ need a drink I could pour ya one? have it on the house. wouldn’t mind. It’s not like I have a higher up to yell at me to giving out free drinks. ’ as he spoke the stick hung loosely between his lips.

❝Zomesin' strong.❞ she mused, frowning at the swirling smoke between them. The morning hadn't started off right & it just led into a shittier afternoon. Everytime she ( attempted ) to do something productive, it went to HELL. She tried making noodles; she ended up burning a hole through the bottom of the pot. Which led to the smoke alarm going OFF, which meant she had to stand on a chair, waving a pot holder BACK & FORTH in front of it to make it stop. So in the process of doing that, the chair tipped, Panzer went down & her head smacked against the FLOOR. Lips puckered around the filter of her cigarette before taking a long, slow drag. Her lungs filled with the toxins, she held it inside for a moment or two longer before exhaling to the side this time. Her nerves were calming down, that was always a good thing. ❝Its not too much trouble?❞

#bloomingtrails #threads;

bloomingtrails:

☾♔ │ - ☡ᴇƦᴏ - │ ✖☽

he could HEAR the woman approach, the sound was one he knew all too well. but eh he ignored it for the most part until she had approached him and asked him for a cig. smirking he reached into his pocket and pulled out the box. flipping the lid open he tilted the box and nodded with a raised eyebrow. she seemed well. INTERESTING. he wasn’t used to the mere appearance or her choice of style. then again he has seen some crazy characters over his life time working in the bar. ’ so if i may ask. what crawled up in your knickers and keeled over? ya seem little more then peeved. wanna talk about it sweet cheeks? ’ as he spoke he used his free hand to remove the stick and tap off the burning cherry, blowing smoke in the opposite direction of his company so he could be polite.

He surrenders the very thing that could keep her from murdering half the block besides the delicious bean water. Taking it with lanky fingers, she brings it to her lips with ease. They part & her teeth nip at the end of the filter to keep it balanced. Her left hand disappears from sight, within the slit of her jacket & pulls a small, flimsy cardboard holder of matches. Striking one, she cups the end of the smoke & flame from the match in a way to keep it lit. Inhaling the smoke, those eyes lids of blue flutter shut as the euphoric sensation of smoke CRAWLING down her throat overthrows her senses. For just a ( heartbeat ) longer, she holds the smoke in the balloons within her rib cage before exhaling it out in the open. No specific direction, just OUT.

Oops.

❝ Nein; I'm not cheeky or sveet. ❞ she sounded generally confused. She wasn't made out of candy or sugar; serums & war. The nickname was foreign & went completely over her head like the bullets she would have been firing. She nods a thanks in regards to the cigarette. Mustn't forget her manners now.

❝ Rough start ❞ she mumbles around the cancer stick, the paper and tobacco ( bobbing ) as she spoke.

#bloomingtrails #threads;#shes just cranky

blackbirdcall

#( ᴡᴇ ᴛᴏᴏᴋ ᴇɴᴏᴜɢʜ & ᴡᴇ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀɴʏᴍᴏʀᴇ )#▋▋#ᴘʀᴏᴊᴇᴄᴛ ᴘᴀɴᴢᴇʀ

bloomingtrails:

@pcnzer has entered the bar

☾♔ │ - ☡ᴇƦᴏ - │ ✖☽

cleaning up the bar; the dhampire straightened himself up. it had been a slow day and it seemed like the night life wasn’t going to pick it up either. sighing out Zero walked to the door of the bar then slipped out. he was in a way tired. he didn’t sleep that morning like normal and now he was annoyed with well every damn human he could see at the current moment. slipping a cigarette out he lit it and brought it to his lips. taking a long draw out of the cancer stick.

To say she was irritated was an understatement.

Let's break it down to her morning routine, shall we?

Panzer woke up LATE because the stray cat she decided to take in two days ago figured out that the little toe beans she was created with work with touch-screen communication devices. Thus, when the BLARING alarm started, the dainty little cat-foot SWIPED the shining little screen and turned it OFF. From then, the delightful little furr ball decided she didn't like how close it was to her new masters face, so it swiftly ended up on the FLOOR. After waking up late as hell, the mercenary found out that she had THREE missed calls from her superiors & the mission that would have paid for rent, went to someone else. Someone named Maus. Maus hadnt contacted Panzer since the training days back at the facilities so there went her chance at rent. After all of that, the dark haired super-soldier found that her coffee machine was on STRIKE & thus was awarded with a big ol' cup of nothing.

The concrete was met with brutal, heavy steps as she walked. Heels slapped angrily against the surface, making her echoing footsteps akin to the shots her rifle made -- or rather would have made if she would have woken up on fucking time! A hand rose to push raven locks from a pale face, those blue-outlined eyes narrowing as she rounded the corner. A local bar she'd never had any intentions of entering if it wasn't such a shitty morning that led into an even shittier day. In hopes to remedy the whole clusterfuck, she was going to DROWN her sorrows & irritation with the magical potion of alcohol.

❝Have another?❞ she questioned, nodding her head briefly to the cigarette that was ( dangling ) between his lips.

#bloomingtrails #threads;#HAVE AN ANGRY PANZER

kiixg:

Izaya was silent a moment as he heard the other’s answer. At first she seemed fairly quiet, but about nowhere she had begun to behave like a child. He showed a slight sigh but he decided to keep smiling.

❝ I don’t believe that you’re afraid but— Hm. Then you aren’t from here. How did you arrive without money? Anyway, I don’t care. ❞

When he began to STARE, Panzer felt irritated. It seemed this one was a bit more...eccentric. She wasn't sure if that was the correct term for him, but for the moment she would call him just that. Those eyes of cerulean narrowed at the ravenette when he spoke, those fingers twitching on her left hand that relaxed at her side.

❝Seems like you do.❞ she countered sharply, an elegant eyebrow lifting. She just needed food; Panzer was a grade A bitch when she was running on empty.

❝Iz been my experience, zat when someone doesn't care, zey wouldn't have even commented.❞

She's reaching for her pocket, those slender & dainty looking fingers plucking a cigarette from the confines of the coat. Balancing it between lips that quirked into a smirk at the corners, Panzer lights the end of the smoke quickly before taking a ( drag. )

Toxins FILL her lungs and she exhales the poison into the city air. It's not like it was going to hurt it anymore. What's one more to the concoction? She frowns lightly at all the neon signs before pointing the cigarette in HIS direction.

❝Help me find zom food, ja?❞

#Panzer we ask peo[ple #we dont order them #they aren't your soldiers #kiixg #threads;

pcnzer-blog

sɪᴇ ɪsᴛ ᴠᴏɴ ᴋʀɪᴇɢ ɢᴇʙᴏʀᴇɴ …

( it is born of war )

ᴜɴsᴇʀ PANZER

( our ᴘᴀɴᴢᴇʀ )

#self promo;

kiixg:

The informant looked and arched an eyebrow at the sight of a young woman in front of him, but about what she said, he didn’t quite understand. He could understand Russian, English and Japanese, but German? Hm. Then, he blinked when he heard the other’s stomach, she was.. hungry isn’t it?

❝ Oh? Hello there. You seem a bit hungry~ your stomach says it, am I right? ❞

A new tone fought for the attention of the mercenary. It was a friendly sort of voice, musical & oh so deceiving. Eyebrows knitted together in confusion before glancing over her shoulder. No no, he was definitely talking to HER. Was her stomach that loud? As if to answer her, it snarled again; if it had teeth she figured it would be SNAPPING at the man.

❝ Ja, seems like it.❞

she gave a practiced smile, eyes crinkling faintly at the corners. Practice a lie long enough and it will become reality. Live the lie; rule #23. She shifts on her heels, fingers ( nervously playing with the fur lining of her coat, blue-rimmed hues refusing to look at him.

❝ I'm afraid I'm not from zere .❞ she gave a breathy laugh.

#kiixg

n5fw

#( ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ #ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʀ ᴄʀʏ )#★#ᴠɪsᴀɢᴇ;

nicorobin

#( ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ #ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ʜᴇᴀʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀʀ ᴄʀʏ )#★#ᴠɪsᴀɢᴇ;

@roysted

❝ es gibt zu viele Gebäude ❞

a mutter comes from parted lips, shining with the swipe of gloss applied before she left the train. People are scurrying left and right, meeting up with parties -- cockroaches. She's cranky, disgruntled because the child in the seat next to her wouldn't stop talking, chattering & PULLING HER HAIR. She wanted coffee, a bath & SLEEP. Fingers pulled a carton of smokes from out of her jacket, teeth nipping at the filter and lets it ( balance ) between pearly whites and shiny lips. The familiar roll of the wheel against flint and she attempts to light the end. & again. & again.

❝ Fick mich ❞ she GROWLS && THROWS the lighter.

#roysted #greeter;

@kiixg

A low, lazy & drawn out growl comes from ( deep ) within her gut. The gnawing sensation of EMPTINESS & RAVENOUS hunger making the young woman pause, glancing down at the source of the noise. oh. She needed food..but where to get something to eat?

❝ was für eine Mühe ❞

#greeter;#hope this is okay!!#kiixg