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"Ooh, visitors...can I help you with something?"
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"Ooh, visitors...can I help you with something?"
The Mother Fucker or The Joker?
Make my muse chose between two people. ANY TWO PEOPLE.
"A real person or a fictional clown? The Mother Fucker. I can’t fight paper."
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Mindy stared at the boy. It was much different seeing him without his mask on. Seeing his face made her almost feel bad about everything that had happened with his dad. Almost. She scoffed at her own thoughts. As if she could feel bad about something like that-- Especially considering what he did to her family. " 'Kay, Chris." She mumbled out through a sigh before making her way over to him. "Chris---.. Right? That mob dudes kid? I know it's late, but uh, sorry about your dad and all." If only lying was one of your great skills, Mindy.
Comic Store Run-Ins (RP Starter)
Lilli sighed, looking out the window of Atomic comics out into the street. Cars were passing by, a few stopping at the stores across the street or next door, none ever stopping in front of the comic book store. She nodded her head slightly at the thought, not really one to talk with people. Beside, the only person she actually found interesting in the comic book store was D'Amico's kid who didn't come by as often as he used to since his fathers death. She felt bad for him but what could she do? She never even talked to him before.
She stirred the straw in her caramel iced coffee and took a sip, reading over one of the Red Mist comics. She would never admit to it anyone but she loved the whole prospect of being a superhero on a nightly basis. If anyone ever asked she would answer with how stupid she found the whole idea and that they were going to get themselves killed. Ever since the whole Kick-Ass, Big Daddy, and Hit Girl theatrics a while back, she could partially understand why no one has tried to become one in a while. Plus, It didn't surprise her that Red Mist went into hiding. There were loads of bad guys out there wanting to beat any superhero they could get into the ground.
She checked her watch and, noticing the time, threw away her cup, tucked her new comic under her arm and headed out the door, accidently running into someone on her way out. She looked at them as she picked up her fallen comic, mumbling an apology and ducked her head a bit.
GUISE... we need to make a thread.. all three of us.
TOGETHER
♚
How the two ever managed to be in that situation, Chris did not know… Chris, the actor, not Chris—whatever. Yet, there they were, after a few hits of… uh, totally and completely legal drugs, leaning against the wall, side by side and legs splayed out in front of them.
The actor was off in his own blurry world, smiling every so often from the high. When the other male slumped against him, he flinched and scrambled to the side, allowing him to collapse to the ground. Yet, it did not wake him. And the actor could not help but snicker to himself, which soon turned into fits of laughter.