#chronicseizure

[allie-jayne-leister]

[From Doon!] ❅

Send me a ❅ to see what my muse would get yours for Christmas.

"An alarm clock... joking!" She took back the pink alarm clock, smirking at him. "My mum helped me to make you this jumper... and I bought you this watch." She handed him the presents. "Merry Christmas!"

[allie-jayne-leister]

blue-jesterfox replied to your post: omfg for doon: ☱

L O L.

I swear, these two just have it all out for each other sometimes. They make perfect siblings XD

[allie-jayne-leister]

omfg for doon: ☱

Dear diary,

So today was... rather eventful, I guess. I did the usual - the washing, the cleaning, and so on - and then there was this knock on the door. I don't usually get many visitors, so I went to see who it was. And guess what?

It was Doon.

And he threw a frigging bucket of confetti in my face. It's not even my birthday...

I swear, one day I'm gonna kill that guy. All he ever does - when he's not being a kind-of-surrogate brother to me - is pull pranks and crap. Last time, he chucked a bucket of water at me, and he's jumped out at me from behind trees to many times.

Although, to be honest, I have done my fair share of pranking.

Where was I even going with this?

So yeah. Doon. Idiot.

I'm so gonna get him back for that...

[allie-jayne-leister]

Doon's turn! *push*

If your muse asked mine to push them on the swings my muse would..

[X] Gladly push them (...for a little while...)

[X] Push them off the swings (Probably as payback. XD)

[ ] Say fuck you and walk away

[ ] Make an excuse not to

Your muse asks mine to go on a walk with them my muse would respond with

[ ] IS THAT A FAT JOKE?

[X] Sure..I guess

[ ] no

[X] I’d love to! (Knowing her, she might persuade him to take her to a bakery on the way to buy cakes or something...)

Our muses are on a picnic what happens?

[ ] Our muses have a lot of fun and their is “kissing” involved

[ ] They have a terrible time

[X] They throw food at each other (She probably starts it...)

Our muses are at the park. What do they do?

[X] Have fun swinging together

[ ] Stay far away from each other

[ ] Push yours in the wood chips 

My muse wants to go somewhere with yours. Where?

[X] To a park

[X] On a walk

[ ] Nowhere 

[ ] To an executioner 

Does my muse like yours?

[ ] No

[X] Yes

[ ] More than the world

[X] Yeah…sure they do

Should you reblog this?

[X] You already did

[ ] Sure

[ ] No

[[Wow Allie is a horrible person when it comes to being like a sibling... I hope Doon knows what he's in for...]]

[elsaqueenofsnowcones-archiv-blog]

▲ if you're OC friendly :U

Send me “▲” if you want to rp with me

Are you kidding I love OC’s

and I love your muse a LOT okay [smooches]

[allie-jayne-leister]

Camping - Closed RP with chronicseizure

"We're going camping!"

Out of everything that could have been said, those had been the last words that she had expected to hear from her roommate Katherine, but - alas - she had heard them. Apparently it had something to do with her bonding more with her friends, and spending less time cooped up in the apartment or on her own.

This was the only reason why the mixed-race brunette was currently sitting in the car of the one and only Doon Harrison, aimlessly tapping her fingers against the driver's headrest as the car headed for their destination.

"Are we there yet?" she whined unintentionally, bringing a smirk to Katherine's face as she sat in the seat beside her.

[allie-jayne-leister]

"I'm still alive.."

Allison's eyes widened when she saw him, standing in front of her. Last she'd heard, he'd been in an accident... "D-Doon...?"

The face was the same. The expressions were the same. Even the voice was the same.

It was the same person... but... how?

How was he still alive?!

"Doon?! Y-you're..." She reached forward to touch his face. "You're alive...?" she whispered before hugging him tightly.

She began to sob into his chest. "I-I thought you were d-dead... I thought I'd lost my friend..." She pulled away and punched him in the chest. "Where have you been?! Six months, Doon! Six bloody months! And you didn't even think about talking to me!"

She huffed angrily and pushed him away. "H-how could you?!" She dissolved into tears. "H-how could you...?"

[nilbog-dilf]

Just a Mistake |Roleplay Thread|ChronicSeizure.

Walking down the street wasn't difficult, even when your eyes are glued to a phone. Allison hadn't even looked up since she had walked out of her apartment. Her blue eyes kept grazing over the words scribbled in a text from her client. The Mercenary had been hired again, and was on the look out for a dark haired man that stood 5 foot, 8 inches tall with blue eyes named Matthew Smithers.

What was also written below was the places this man liked to go. Her plan was to follow him and learn about this guy before ending his life. Precautions, Allison guessed. She didn't want to kill the wrong guy.

The reason for his death is because he was fluent in the ways of mind control, and had been an annoyance to her client. Therefore, her client hired her to kill Matthew Smithers. It's pretty straight forward, really.

Allison Bishop came across a pub called "The Blue Train". From her information, her target liked to go here on a regular basis. Pushing open the door, an odor of cigarette smoke mixed with beer greeted her, nearly making her vomit. Managing to keep her composure, she walked to the bar and sat down, ordering a simple drink of water.

Once she had gotten her order, she leaned against the bar and started her search. Allison was told he liked to flirt, but he wasn't so forceful about it, still being polite when he was flirting. After time had passed, no one had shown up who had these characteristics. Allison sighed. 'Shit' She thought, 'This could take a while. ' She opened her phone and read the information again. Inwardly, she groaned. Allison missed the fact that her target also liked open spaces. A field would be much better than a bar. She finished her water and Allison wrapped her blazer around herself, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers. 'He hasn't shown up. I guess I could wait for a while,' she thought, 'No harm in that, but I wish I could have gotten a picture instead of words describing what he looks like.'