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[hellpanther]

[text]: pretty please? with sugar on top!

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[text] Goddamnit, Cirucci. Don’t you already have your own money? What do you need that much for anyway?

Did he look like a damned bank to her?

@kakkire

[pendulum-city]

character update

The following characters have taken up jobs at:

Ice Box

Lounge Singer: Konan

Bartender: Cirucci Sanderwicci

~Admin

[hellpanther]

Crossroads

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“Boss?” Almost leisurely, Grimmjow tucked his finger underneath her chin. “Keep calling me that and you’ll be my favourite girl.”

But just as quickly, he withdrew his hand from her. There was time to mess around later.

“Come follow me to my office. I’ve got something to discuss with you.”

[bazz-b-heat]

03. the maze || quicksand pit

After the arsenal Pandora had given them for the challenges ahead, Bazz-B had been excited for the threats that laid ahead. Instead it had been a variety of obstacles that conveniently couldn’t be murdered. It was making him bitter, and so between the challenge rooms he’d taken to searching for other teams. The path ahead wasn’t set for them, each trek a maze to find what would bring them closer to victory, but now the Quincy was hoping to bump into another team on the way. Some form of conflict other than the words exchanged between him and his partner.

They couldn’t kill each other, after all.

“I need to hit something soon,” he warned, peering back at Cirucci. Mohawk was drooping, mood was souring. “Bazz-B needs his violence fix.”

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[horoprincess-blog]

"Hey. Cute bag, where did you get it?"

“Heh. Thanks.”

Now, here was someone with good taste. Unlike some drab old blonde who thought she had any business telling Perona what to wear.

The Ghost Princess cracked a small, self-satisfied smile.

“Got it from Atelier. You can find it at Millefleur Mall.” Home of just about everything lolita.

“Nice hair, by the way. Got your own stylist?”

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[bazz-b-heat]

01. the maze || spiked pit

Landfall was easy. Had this been a Stern Ritter training exercise it’d have ended the moment the boat reached the island. Teams making mad dashes for their bags, most of his lot wouldn’t have even bothered. If you killed your enemies before they could even enter the maze, torch their belongings or take them for your own, victory was guaranteed. That’s how a Stern Ritter would have done it. But this lot of pussies, they all shot straight for their bags with no more than a cautionary look over their shoulders. Bazz-B would have unleashed hell on those sands if he wasn’t convinced there’d be a unanimous stand against him to uphold family values and all that shit. So he grabbed his stuff. He’d even been prepared to grab his partner’s with the assumption she’d be slowing him down, but sure enough the universe continued to plot against him and there she was keeping pace. Which was nice, having a competent partner, but also made it difficult to prove he was better than her. He’d need to step it up.

More concerned about keeping up now than he was about the bags they were holding, it was only once they were within the temple that he had time to look inside them, glee and confusion flooding in at once. “What the fuck are these?” he barked, tipping the bag upside down as an assortment of survival tools fell out, accompanied by a small medieval arsenal. Did Pandora want them to kill each other? Or were the traps less like Indianna Jones and more like Bad Boys?

“Give me your arrows, and shurikens,” he demanded. He was sure he was a better aim. She could keep the extra bow, just in case. And he’d like to keep a katana handy if he needed. Slipping on the gloves, he had a look at the rest of the supplies. A few things to light fires with.. basic medical supplies. The rope might be able to be used as a whip... “What do you think?” he asked, gesturing to the stuff before them.

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[bazz-b-heat]

"Please don't tell me you're 'Bazz-B'?

Despite this broad’s attitude, Bazz-B was digging the style. Not one he’d rock, but you had to respect the art.

“What crawled up your ass?” The way he figured, anyone paired with him was guaranteed a win. They’d best be grateful. “Hope you’ve got more than looks and a wet blanket. Cirucci, right?”

[hellpanther]

Hell and Back

kakkire replied to hellpanther:

Grimmjow scoffed. “Please.”

This bitch was always so high up on her damned horse.

“As far as I recall, you should’ve been one of the first Pandora’d pick up, but I guess she just does whatever the fuck she wants.” Like a certain Shinigami. The recollection alone made his lip curl. “It’s just the both of us for now. Only a matter of time before the rest rock up this dump.”

With that said...

“Now, how am I supposed to know I’ll see that $500 again?”

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