ok so realized i have -20 threads fr mercy during this event so decided tht last starter call? fr gunner ONLY!!!!! n this one is if u want a thread w mercy :B if u have multiple chars lemme kno fr who!!!
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ok so realized i have -20 threads fr mercy during this event so decided tht last starter call? fr gunner ONLY!!!!! n this one is if u want a thread w mercy :B if u have multiple chars lemme kno fr who!!!
Mickey’s arms were flung around her brother Ferret, a trainwreck of a gangly boy, drenched in twinkles of indigo and flecks of silver, like a comet that’d crash landed and sunk next to an out of place Freak Show sign. “Fucking love this shit, wish it was still PC’. Feel like a gawk at a peg legged swamp hag or whatever they used to show in there.” Upon closer scrutiny, Mickey had actually crossed out Costume Pageant, then replaced it with her own Nars lipstick sign, which she was now fondly circling using a saliva swabbed lollipop. “Like my handy work?” She then underlined a crude drawing of an imp, with a large member dangling from between it’s legs. “Love to catch a monster like that one day.”
to anyone who knew him, the color scheme was a bit out of place for him. a man obsessed with colors ranging from dark grey to black, pastels were never something he though he’d be wearing. but there kit was: pale blue long tank and soft lemon board shorts with white vans. even his usual black rimmed ray-ban sunglasses were replaced with white rimmed sunglasses. his cheek, which was somewhat stubbly for once as the days had been busy, also sported a sloppily painted butterfly whose wings consisted of glittery pinks and shiny purples. “don’t be alarmed!” kit warned with a hearty laugh. “my daughter’s dance company is doing the face painting so that’s why I’m rocking this sick new ink here.” a smile resting on his lips. “I think I should just get a tattoo of this. it suits me.”
Paying more attention to his phone than the kissing booth he was supposed to mandate, Leo didn’t bother looking up from Twitter when he noticed someone approach from the corner of his eye, “Only a buck but I’m charging $5 for tongue,” he mumbled, finally glancing up from his phone to stick his tongue out at the person standing on the other side of the booth, goofy grin on his face, “Kidding. I’m technically on break,” pointing out the shitty homemade sign that said smoking back in 15, “waiting for my replacement. However, exceptions have been made in the past, as long as you’ve got some chapstick on you.”
like this if u wld like an event starter from either gunner or mercy!!! i’m abt to post a starter on leo n yeet teddy at the speed of light into the tag, so lemme kno who u wld like one fr from my other two kids if u have more than one char or i’ll jst surprise u!!
“is that all ye got?! my gran’s got better aim than yer’s and she’s six feet in the dirt, ye weakling!” mo leaned forwards on the seat inside the dunk tank, fingers curling around the chain link fence and wild curls - natural red poorly bleached to blonde - flying behind her, “i want you to put me in the fookin’ ground, ye peedy bastard!” the boy - looking about as old as a high school junior - threw his last ball, shakily - missing by a large margin; much to the exasperation of mo. she made a loud ‘ER!’ sound - rattling the fence before sitting back, “get outta here, christ almighty - next!”
guess who the minute they got home had a 5 hour power outage? *points to self* THIS GAL. so, anyways I’m back around. like this for a cheeky little starter from isla, kit, maeve or zee. (I will be continuing some threads that were left unresolved)!! and if you have a preference, lmk! ~ Lo
signing up to work the kissing booth was perhaps naomi’s worst decision to date. it was supposed to be a joke, put her name on the list and laugh about it for a second or two then forget all about it and inevitably never show. but then her neighbor had signed up, fully intentionally, and all but dragged naomi to their shared shift. worst of all, kimmy was being extra loud about the whole affair, shouting into the passing crowd “kisses for a dollar!” it was like something out of her nightmares, literally. she was all but burying her face in her hands when she felt a shadow fall over her. looking up from her seat and peeking through a hole in her fingers, naomi sighed. “how can i help you?”