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Theodore "Tack" McCormick would probably be dead if he didn't have such a badass girlfriend to protect him. He's pretty useless at using his weapon and his constant whimpering doesn't do much for moral support. Tack's sanity is slipping but his love for Angel carries him through, at least for now.

Age: 17

Weapon of Choice: baseball bat w/ nails (i mean he had to put all those tacks he collected to good use didn't he)

Kamina Levan was a pretty popular guy at his school, but decided to make it on his own rather than join a group. He's done pretty well for himself, moving from place to place and getting supplies as he goes along.

Age: 18

Weapon of Choice: machete

woop woop these are pretty general but u get the idea

tack is probably going to cry and get beat up and have mental breakdowns a whole lot. god bless the world

hey guys what's happening OH OK i've always wanted to rp tack in thsi kind of au. hi guys

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Ooooh, never mind.

No wonder I thought you were gay.

Hi, I’m Marcy. -lifts her guitar up a bit- Play you a song for a dollar? -grins-

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Oh, well, gee I don't really . . . I don't have any money on me. But thanks for the offer! -smiles sheepishly- Nice to meet you, Marcy. I'm Tack.

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-squints at thoughtfully-

I don’t know whether to hit on you… or direct you to Terry.

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Uh, I'm engaged. Who's Terry?

nice moustache

i wasn't kiddin'

I'M LAUGHING B/C I JUST REALIZED THAT THERE'S A PART OF WARM BODIES WHERE THEY PRETEND R'S NAME IS ARCHIE AND NICHOLAS HOULT IS PLAYING R IN THE MOVIE AND wow

hey guys

Furrowing her brows, she held onto him tightly to keep him upright. "Tack, I think you've got jetlag or some shit. It's been weeks. C'mon, I'll take you home and you can lie down. It's not good just standing out here in the cold." She tugged on him, pulling him along with her as she started to walk off. "At least your sleeping spell worked though, right? That means you must be getting better at magic."

"Weeks?! It was only supposed to last a couple hours!" He sighed. "It did work, I guess, just a little too well. Maybe I'm more powerful than I thought." The image of him one day becoming a wise old wizard with an even sillier hat came to mind, and he laughed a bit. "So, uh, what does this mansion of yours- of ours look like, anyway?"

She giggled. "Well they're pretty easy to answer. I don't know, I don't know, and I stole it. I'm basically a serial mansion stealer now. It's a pretty old building too - I'm sure you could find places to explore in it. And I left space in the bedroom for your stuff, if you've even got any with you. It is Christmas though so even if you don't then I know you will soon. Oh, and we've got some other people staying like my dad and everyone too."

"How do you steal a mansion?! Did you just kick the owners out or . . . d-did you . . . did you . . ." He started to feel sick, nearly falling over. "Angel, how long have you been here? How long was I out? I knew I shouldn't have started out with that sleep spell . . . wait. Is this a dream?" He groaned and tugged on his hat. This was all too confusing.

She tutted, resting her head on his chest. "Trust you to not notice," she said with a smile. "We're in an alternate reality, obviously. This is some dumb place called The Isle and pretty much everyone here's fucking retarded but I do have some cool new friends. And there's no silly classes to go to either." She lifted her head up, grinning at him. "And guess what? I've got a mansion here, a big mansion all of my own!"

"Alternate . . . reality," he repeated to himself, putting a hand to the back of her head and stroking her hair gingerly. Well, stranger things had happened to him. And it's not like he ever went to class anyway. "How did we get here, then? And why? And how'd you get a mansion and- sorry, sorry. Too many questions at once."

Angel'd been walking around town for some time in a mood, kicking her feet lazily through the snow, when she caught sight of something familiar in the distance. Pale skin, a silly hat, dungarees that were way too big for him- Tack? She blinked, grinning as she dashed over to him as quickly as the treacherous conditions would allow. "Tack!" she called out. "Tack, you're here, you're here!" She jumped on him, wrapping her arms around him tightly.

"Yeah, I'm here, I'm here!" he said enthusiastically, giving Angel a squeeze. "But. Uh. Wait a minute." He looked around. Only seconds ago he'd been crawling through the vents, recovering from a sleep spell gone wrong. This place didn't look like the vents at all. "Where exactly IS here?"

there was a gif on my dash and

didn't angel have a fantasy about this

#blood warning/#oh AND NSFW YEAH

tack ur theme sucks get a better 1

(ok)

i don't even like tack why am i here

tetsuya-tar replied to your post: for someone who hates the idea of kids angel sure...

well quit getting pregnant Tack god

a man can only take so much, angel

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for someone who hates the idea of kids angel sure has a lot of them

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