#redheadedrevolutionary

[thelastxman]

{ redheadedrevolutionary }

[I take it you made it to the city safely?]

[royces-paintbrush-blog]

۞ lmao

Royce scoffs when his gaze falls upon Red, did she really not know? "I thought I’d made it fairly obvious why I have such a bitter distaste towards you. While your music is sensational I just can’t stand you as a person, you disgust me more than that gallivanting bastard of yours… I believe his name was Blue… Your actions, they’re just so… Ugh."

[sodoffyabuggers]

He woke up with a pounding in his head, and the very first thing he did was internally fucking laugh at himself. He couldn't force anything out of his mouth for real, of course, since the only noise that decided to eek out was a groan. But inside he was laughing. He'd fucking done it again. Gotten way too drunk and/or way too high and now he was going to pay for it. All fucking morning.

He kept his eyes closed and tried to give himself some time to adjust. Maybe if he just laid here really quiet and still, he could trick his body into going back to sleep. He reached an arm out to find Charlie, but hit nothing but hard cement. Ugh, at least that meant she was probably back home with the kid, instead of laid up in whatever back alley he'd drunkenly wandered into last night. 

That's when he realized that... wherever he was didn't sound like an alley. There was no background ambiance of overlaying city noises like he was used to. No cars he could hear whooshing past, no muttered conversations from passers by as they silently thanked the gods they weren't him. It was...

Silent. 

Too silent. 

It was then he opened his eyes, just a crack because he expected the harsh light of day to assault them, but he was greeted by an almost blessedly dimly light sight. His vision was blurry at first, and he blinked a few times to try to clear it as he pushed himself up on an elbow. 

..."Where--What th' fuck did I do last night, holy shit?"

The low mutter echoed off the high ceiling of... wherever this place was. Walls were a dirty and decrepit eggshell, the kind you find in places where people used to talk and laugh, but hadn't for years. The tiles were chipped and coming off in places, and the floor was dusty. He had no idea where he was or how he'd gotten there, but he was too disoriented to feel any fear just yet. 

He just lay there in brain throbbing confusion for a moment, till he realized he wasn't alone. 

[cancellingtheapocalypse]

welcome: redheadedrevolutionary

Name: Fletcher, Red

D.O.B.:April 14th 1989

Age: 25

Nationality: American

Kaiju Black Market Dealer: No

Rank: Ranger

Division: Strike Group

Occupation: Jaeger recruit

MBTI Type: ENFJ

Co-Pilot: None

Favorite Word: Sun

Retired?: No

Welcome to the Jaeger Academy, recruit. From here on, you will be going through rigorous training to prepare yourself to become a ranger. That means officer training, a series of sessions in the Kwoon Combat Room, Drift sync test, Pons training, drivesuit tests, and you’ll soon be ranger ready, logging time in an actual Jaeger with your new co-pilot(s).

[ofluringgirls]

                  【redheadedrevolutionary】

             A sigh left the red lips of the pale woman, arms crossing over her chest as she tilted her head at the other, eyes narrowing. 

             "Why are you in my room?"

[friendshipstates]

Red Returns (redheadedrevolutionary)

It has been a while since Gentaro has seen his redheaded friend. And while he hopes that today can be a rare monster free day, he knows that the likelihood of that is small, so he keeps his hand on his belt, just in case.

He lays out a platter of fresh made flatbread for her and keeps his eyes scanning the surrounding area for threats.

"Enjoy, Red!" He tells her.

[thelastxman]

{ redheadedrevolutionary }

       --don't ask me for directions. I couldn't tell you.

[nawlinscharm]

[You heard the ferred, she needs coffee Remy]