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How long are you keeping Adrien in gay baby jail, Silver?
(Huh never considered that part ... New poll time)
how long is the gay baby Jail sentence for @shadow-company-phoenix
Free him now!
1 day
1 week
petition to make it's their new permanent home
Gay baby house arrest instead for 1 week
Give them a bagel (needs at least 3 votes)
Not me scrambling to figure out which song is stuck in Jeanz head rn because she's so comfortable around Garrison that she doesn't mind singing.
CHOP CHOP IRISH LADY!!!
the vets
HYBRID AU OPEN RP (Have at thee Gremlins! Even if we haven’t interacted before! :3)
Jeanz had just finished running drills with the rookies, always having a grand time. It was a time she could let out her more wild side, running through the woods, feeling the wind in her hair. The rookies hadn’t been terrible today, no accidental injuries. And a couple of them actually almost out ran her.
Now, she was walking around base as the sun began setting, her tail swaying softly behind her as her ears twitched on top of her head. The wolf hybrid was enjoying the late cool summer breeze, the smells of the forest at the edge of the base.
A night stroll was something she did every night, a nice routine that allowed her to burn off excess energy so she could sleep at night, calm her racing mind by just being in nature with nothing to really focus on.
She picked up a new scent, her brow furrowing and her tail twitching as she glanced around. She knew more hybrids had been coming to base more and this wasn’t a scent she knew all that well.
Her ears flattened slightly as she caught sight of a shadow, her tail wrapping around her waist out of habit.
“Who’s there?” She called, tilting her head to the side slightly as she listened.
Phoenix was nervous. He was always nervous. There was almost always a subtle shake in his hand, almost always a heavy feeling in his chest. It came from working the way that he did. It couldn’t be helped.
This, though, was different. Worse. He stood outside of Jeanz’s office door, listening in to hear if there was anyone inside. He was mostly listening for other people, but also trying to hear if Jeanz was in.
He should leave. Pack up his stuff and go. Stop bothering everyone else around. He had already bothered Garrison and Ghost, interrupting them those days ago and forcing Garrison to have to drop everything to help him not bleed out. Why should he bother Jeanz, too, when he was sure that she hated him?
He had a face mask on, his eye was still bruised (although less so now), and he was wearing a pair of scrubs given to him by one of the nurses. Surely he’d be able to slip off right now, never to be seen or bother anyone again. He’d have to find his boots, though…
- @phoenix-gone-dark 🌌
(Hiii Genaaaaaaa) (evil cackling in the background intensifies)
Jeanz was indeed in her office, working on some paperwork as she quietly chatted with Clara, letting her know how she was doing and what she had been up to, within reason of course. Clara was happily telling her about what was happening at the farm, how all the animals were doing and everything. She was incredibly glad to see Jeanz again, even if she had new scars, at least her sister and mother figure was still alive. Clara went silent for a moment, just enjoying being around her sister again, then she furrowed her brow, turning her head to look at the door, which clued Jeanz in. Jeanz stopped what she was talking about, noticing how Clara looked at the door. She stood up, walking over to the door with her footsteps making no noise. She opened the door, ready to scold some dumb rookie, only to freeze, her eyes going wide at who was on the other side of the door. She couldn't believe her eyes. Phoenix. The last time she heard from him, he told her to forget about him. She had a breakdown that ended up with her scratching the shit out of her arms. He looked different from when she had last seen him, but she knew who it was, even with the mask and scrubs. Without thinking, she pulled him into her office, shutting and locking the door. Clara watched carefully and cautiously, her hand moving to her boot on the leg that was curled up under her, right where her knife was. "Nix," Jeanz breathed out, looking him over with concern. "Are ye okay? How did ye get 'ere? What happened?"
(Hi Adrien!!! I'm still side eyeing you, just fyi.)
(Open RP)
(Based on that one song I got sent. Specifically this lyric What will you share with them What will you say Paint your vision Lead the way)
Jeanz was in her room, her gaze focused on the giant canvas in front of her. It was nighttime, her tasks done for the day. She had an idea bouncing around her head all day and decided to paint her idea. She had put on some music, making sure to keep it at a decent volume. She didn't want to disturb either of her wall neighbors, seeing as she didn't exactly know who lived in either of the rooms.
Her hair was out of it's normal braid, pulled up into a messy bun ontop of her head, a paintbrush stuck through it, keeping it in place. She already had part of the canvas filled, having painted the background. The background had a big dark farmhouse with a dirt road leading away from it. On the other side of the farmhouse was an open field where animals had been painted. There were two wolves, three horses, a pure white German Shepherd, a red fox, and a deer with small antlers. Jeanz had also already painted her and Clara running through the field towards the dirt road on the other side of the canvas.
Jeanz was currently working on the other part of her canvas, focusing on getting the vehicles on the dirt road just right. There were four motorcycles and two cars. If someone looked close enough, they would look very familiar. In her concentration, Jeanz had her dog tags stuck in between her teeth. She had already changed out of her uniform into a black tank top and some loose pajama bottoms. Her cheeks had swiped of paint in different colors smudged across them, some even on her forehead, but it didn't matter to her in the moment, too focused on the big canvas in front of her. Her mind was racing of thinking where to place the other subjects that would be included in the painting.
(I feel like shit, so I'm making Jeanz suffer too.) Jeanz hadn't been seen in her office for two days, she had sent a message to Price, telling him that she was sick and he told her to rest until she felt better. It wasn't a bad one, like the flu, but enough to put her out of commission for a few days. Her head was pounding, her nose was plugged up on one side. The scars on her back hurt like a bitch because she was doing nothing but sleeping on and off, which never helped, they didn't hurt as much when she was active. Jeanz had just woken up from another impromptu nap, letting out a groan as her head pounded and her body ached. God, she wished someone would put her out of her misery.
Merry Christmas everyone. Gonna be more active I swear! This time of year has been hectic. But I plan to be more active, so please feel free to send starters or questions or even tag me in a starter.
