#apathetic-leader

[trippingaoba]

Name: Lauren

Nickname: The Alien/ KowaiMangaka

Birthday: February 17

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Pansexual

Height: 5'3 imma shorty

Time Zone: GMT

What time and date is it there: 10:06 PM 8/28/14

Average hours of sleep I get each night: 3-4 with a nap of 3 hours

The last thing I Googled was: Mana-mana the Muppet show

My most used phrase(s): "I don't know." "I was like...."

First words that comes to mind: something

One place that makes me happy & why: My imagination, because no one can hurt me there. and I can think of my sick fantasies

Favorite beverage(s): milkshakes and strawberry lemonade slushies

The last movie I watched in the cinema: The Purge

Three things I can’t live without: electronics, porn, good food

Something I plan on learning: Piano, Japanese, and Korean


A piece of advice for all my followers: Don't let anything or anyone define you. Only you can do that. There is only one you so don't screw it up. You may hate your body, you may love your body, but either way it's the only one you've got. Don't mess it up.

You all have to listen to this song: Kira Kira Killer - Kyary Pamyu Pamyu

alright! I'm tagging actualshiraboseragaki seragaki-aoba-sly-blue thebiggestdouchebagintheworld mizuki-dm and apathetic-leader

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[trippingaoba]

The Altercation (closed rp w/ apathetic-leader)

It wasn't very often that Trip was separated from Virus. This would only happen if both of them voted for it unanimously, and would only be thought  about if the work load was heavier than normal. Most would say that they were even one person that was split into two. But tonight Trip was solo.

He had received a text on his coil from one of his men with coordinates implying that there was an altercation happening in someone else's territory. Apparently the drunken boozers hadn't payed any mind to where they were stumbling and excited some gang men. Any lose to any of the members of Morphine would spell trouble for both him and Virus from Toue. Immediately he began down his route to the site.                                                    Once there he realized that he was slightly late, for there was already blood spilled, but luckily no casualties. He broke the men up, but the other side still wanted carnage.                                                                                   "It's disrespectful to dirty your own territory you know. Your leader wouldn't be too happy about that. who are you."Trip raised one of his brows when he hear the word "scratch". "Scratch. the gang of that one wannabe badass criminal. this odda be interesting." But as interesting as it was he decided that ending the fight was the best thing to do. He didn't want to risk anything. He fought off the rest of the men, injuring most of them. There were a few broken bones, cracked ribs, and twisted ankles. But one guy kept getting back up and upon popping him in the throat, sent him to the ground, permanently. After that the men backed off, not from their gang mate's death, but from the sound of slow, deep, foot steps. the sound an angry and disappointed father would make. It was enough to make trip stop and look toward the sound in curiosity.