#imheretomakeyousick

[tmxmory]

✾ -  “ I am sick to know if it was possible to burn a virus. Unless... you are concerned, I’d actually do it. “ || @imheretomakeyousick continued x

[onehellofacell]

Ozzy is dying of laughter as he watches everything unfold. The whole “Punk Clown” has the cell hunched over laughing.

“Oh man that is a beautiful insult!” he laughed.

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// Okay, the relationship page is up and running! I’ve added:

@koldreliff

@thebrcins

@floofymuses

@imheretomakeyousick

@smile-for-the-cannon

@stationset-already

@mostghcst

@spiritus-amicus

@wabbitseezon

@thatscwewywabbit

@whct-fcurth-wcll

@shcllgame

I’ll add more of you dears ASAP! For now I gotta walk my pup. I love u all!!

[tmxmory]

✾ -    “ Mhm. Cool down. Why do germs seek the most disturbing places to lurk in? When I need a subject, I know where to look for one. ” || @imheretomakeyousick continued x

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@imheretomakeyousick

“And I think somebody’s jealous of th’Jones-Man here.”

[onehellofacell]

Back on the Case.

{ Starter for @imheretomakeyousick, because i needed this hell rp lol }

Robin stands in front of a mirror. She’s wearing her usual outfit and is messing with her hair. She gives up styling it letting it fall naturally. She sighs and places her hands on her hips. She bites her lip obviously rethinking her choice. She shakes her head with another sigh and picks up her cellphone and keys pocketing them. Slipping on her converse she heads out locking the door behind her and heads out of the apartment building and down the street. She smiles relaxing glad to be out side.

It had been a nearly a week, and it was time she headed out. She slows when she spots one of the new clubs that just opened up. After a few seconds she decides to check it out. She might as well have some fun, right? She smiles at the thought and flashes her ID giving a sweet smile to the bouncer. The cell grins and steps to the side letting her in. She grinned and stepped inside and looked around. The place was pretty packed with cells and even some germs.

She weaves her way through the crowd making her way towards the bar. She leaned on the counter.

“Hey, keep! Get me some vodka, yeah?” she called out her voice light and sweet.

“Coming right up, miss.” the cell replied. Robin smiled and turned to look out at the dance floor. She hadn’t been out to a club and actually be able to enjoy herself in ages. She turned back when her drink was set in front of her. she nodded her thanks and lifted the glass to take a drink.

“Shouldn’t a pretty thin’ like you be drinking something sweeter?”

Robin looked up to see a drunk germ staring at her. She cocked an eyebrow.

“... I’m sorry? Something ‘sweeter’?” she asked tilting her head.

“Vodka isn’t mean for lil girls, sweet thing. why don’t you order something you can handle?”

Robin narrowed her eyes, she opened her mouth to snap at the other but the drunk had already grabbed her wrist trying to take the drink. She pulled away and raised a foot kicking out knocking the drunk on his ass. As her hand jerked free her drink splashed on to the person next to her.

“Oops... s-sorry bout that.” she said turning to face the guy her drink splashed on. Her eyes widened and she froze seeing who it was who was drenched in vodka.

It was Thrax.

Ah shit.

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@imheretomakeyousick

“Yeah. Missed ya like a heart attack.”

The cell’s tone drips with sarcasm, as the virus returns his comment with merely an amused, mocking tone. Ozzy wasn’t sure if he was up to no good or not, but knowing him, he probably was.

So, the Immunity cell reaches for his gun, whipping it out with a spin and pointing it to the pathogen before him with a raised brow, finger on the trigger.

“And if ya think I’m gon' let’chu stir up more’a yer shit here again, yer fuckin’ wrong.”

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@imheretomakeyousick - Baby, you are lookin’ fiiine to-day! Guys, Fever plays an AMAZING Thrax and honestly I cannot stress how well their characterization of him is. The way he moves? I can see it. His voice? I can hear it. His smooth-as-fuck personality? Flawless. It’s like Laurence Fishburne’s voice is permanently heard whenever I read their writing, it’s phenomenal. I hope we can thread some soon, dearie, and I love ya!