#baronflynt

[mels-hell]

That one drama sibling who always ruins family gatherings.

(To his defence, his diary rolled away with all his secrets)

[cowgirl-illusions]

{|BARONFLYNT|}: "Y'ALL."

@baronflynt

“The hell?” The woman in claptrap’s body said, ignoring the overly cheery voice she was forced to talk in. “Who are you?”

[cowgirl-illusions]

{|BAROBFLYNT|}: 😰

Embarrassing Starters || Accepting.

😰 - Spill coffee on my muse on a crowded bus. @baronflynt

Since getting back to work, this was one of the few days she was supposed to be able to relax. Granted, she actually wanted to get back to work. Months of being recovering, only to work a week, and have a day off sucked. Still, she figured she might as well make a day out of it.

She had taken to sitting in the back of the bus, displeased by the fact she had to share her seat with anyone. It was way to crowded for her liking. She had her cowgirl hat tilted down, arms crossed her over chest. She figured it would give off the fact she didn’t want to be talked to.

At least she only had to suffer through a few more stops before she could get off. People had just got on, with few getting off, at the the previous stop. Still waiting for people to find seats before the driver drove off again.

It was a moment before the driver did start going, just people weren’t all seated. Nisha never seen the man lurch forward, of the coffee cup fly out of his hands. But, boy did she feel it when the hot liquid made contact with her.

She quickly stood up, trying to push all the liquid off her, glaring in the direction of the man.

“What the fuck?!”

[galaxynova2189]

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[sunofthevault]

@baronflynt​

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"υɴcle вαroɴ."  A young, monotone voice whispered into the worn and tattered ECHO device, slowly, and with care. It was without fear that the title-gone-name had been uttered with such recognition. Standing upon the heated sands below the tremendous Thor Digtown, a young woman gazed up towards the digger, nothing more than a short memory somewhere in the back of her head which had come to life after countless years.

[thcwatcher]

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“You might not have, but your men have. I do not appreciate being shot at when while I am on the way to a meeting with their leader.” She had been shot at plenty of times before, this was not a first, but she had assumed the baron had told them of her arrival. She continued to let him dangle, watching and feeling him squirm under her grasp. It was only when she watched the joint fall to the ground that she began to loosen her grip. The threat fell on deaf ears as she stared at the rolled up drug. She stared for a few more seconds until her attention was reverted back to the man she still had gripped in her arms. 

Placing him back down on the floor, she unclasped his clothes and took several steps back. “If your men fail to stop shooting me when I leave, I will be leaving a small trail of corpses on my way out. I hope you understand.” She had expected something slightly better from the man, but realistically, what had she expected? This was Pandora after all. Pandorans were not that accustomed to seeing Eridians waltzing into their camps every day. In their mind, they had every right to shoot at her. “Now, I hope our business can continue. There is a specific reason I wanted to visit you.”