#rexvortex

[reikokutoattakai-a]

[manhattanmax]

The advantage to her outfit for the evening was that heels added extra height to try and scope the crowd out better and people were easy to part with a set of wings. Disadvantage was that these bonuses were going to become someones problem later after quite a few more drinks. Pushing her way to the counter she spoke over the music. “You know, party crashing is pretty rude especially without saying hello to at least one of the Hosts.” If it wasn’t for distinctive sleeves and his familiar build, she probably wouldn’t have recognized him. Only when getting a close up look at his costume did an overly loud laugh comes out, trying to cover it up and failing miserably. “Please tell me this isn’t your real hair, I might cry for the loss.”

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//disorganizes the apartment to lower the standards for Peaks' arrival

[—... ... ... once inside — wait, whaaaat? Why is... stuff all over?!]

Uhh... Hey, wait a sec... I don’t get it... [Disgruntled, pawing through a pile of... things. Were these always here?! Were they set out for a purpose?! Why does Rex keep random junk everywhere.] What the hell happened in here? A tornado come through or somethin’...? Rex—!

—... oh, sick, finger skateboard. [:) Yoink.]

[unlust]

rexvortex replied to your post

/creeps up on

Agh, the wavy-cut frozen french fries are running low. . . [Bag rattle.] — so, so lame? Siiigh.

[unlust]

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Pffft.

[unlust]

*BREATHES ON*

CRIPES. HOLY — WOW.

DUUUUUDE. You're totally bleachin' my hair again.

[unlust]

OLD SMOKER HIPPIE LUNGS?!?

TOTALLY GROOOOOOOOOOOSS!

[howlingatstarz]

Fallen star

She had been tapping her fingertips to the ticking rhythm of the kitchen clock. Hand stilled once she caught herself, only to have her leg bob in a similar pattern. A sharp tsk and the woman abandon her seat, choosing to pace the floor instead. It was the jitters. Tala got them often before a big stunt, almost loving the feeling of nervous energy and heartbeats. However, it was unwanted for once. She wanted, no, needed to do something, far too anxious to sit still. Rex. She need to speak to Rex.

The she-wolf fled the apartment, favorite backpack slung over a shoulder and a well-loved pair of inlines tucked between side and arm. She was a skater, but her first passion had been aggressive inline. From time to time, the woman would bring the rollerblades out for upkeeping her former skills. They felt so natural to her, simply an extended part of herself. Right now, she needed to forget everything and feel the wind in her hair. Down the flight of stair and with a short pause at the base to slip them on, Tala was gliding along the gritty sidewalk. She weaved though the crowds with ease, heading to the smoker's residence.