#theoutcrier

[theoutcrier]

Pittonii captured as a prize! from rp with @imperator-ryan

[hellionpolecat]

Kissed (Outcrier lmao! This'll be interesting)

22 - FingertipsMoon yanks her hand back like she just touched something diseased. Her expression is a mixture of bewildered and flustered, unmistakable color flushing into her cheeks. She stands like that until she remembers to react, slapping him across the face. 

[crowdazzled1-blog]

Crier/CrowDazzle obviously~!! XD

~ send me a ship & i’ll tell you who… ~

insists that they are an awesome dancer even though they’re terrible : Outcrier.

likes to watch reality tv : Crow.

refuses to wear pants when they’re home alone : Probably both of them.

is the jealous / protective one: Outcrier???

goes all out on the holidays: OUTCRIER

cries over books: Crow.

is terrible with kids: cough c o u gh,, outcrier

drinks too much caffeine: Both of them

could sleep for twenty-four hours straight: Both, probably

never wears matching socks: Crow

punches a tree when they’re angry: Outcrier

gets scared by the toaster: Crow

[chrome-and-gunsmoke]

Tag refs for the new stupid tagging system.

[chrome-and-gunsmoke]

The crowd cheered. The jingling of scrap being exchanged. Bets won and lost. Blood dripped on the concrete floor of the massive basement hidden beneath the town. Two fighters in the ring. One up. One down. The man standing wore the mask of a human skull. Horns stuck to the forehead. The losers mask was cracked. The winner cackled softly behind his facade. Another one bites the dust. He would apologize for smashing his opponents face later, but for now Ghost would reap the rewards. The albino man clad in dark leather and spikes shook out his hands. Sore from the punches thrown. He walked a lap around the ring, fist bumping and high fiving those who had bet on him. The faces were blurry, but he couldn't care less. He was still high on adrenaline from the fight he'd barely won. Thrown just enough punches in the right places to emerge victorious. "Just couldn't see me comin, huh?" Ghost chuckled, leaving the ring with a smile beneath his masks. @theoutcrier

[chrome-and-gunsmoke]

You've got a groupie

@theoutcrier Wyvvern wore a satisfied smirk all the way out of Gastown and southwest to The Heights. The look on the big light up fool would keep that smile on her face for days. The sun was going down and she wasn't eager to deal with Buzzards. Especially when she was hauling her family's old, chrome trailer. Sure it was decked out for road fights, but it meant a lot to her. She didn't want to risk it getting blown up and scrapped. The old shiny lettering on the side said Airstre. Or what was left of it. It was where she spent her nights and days off from fights and races. She knew she lived the good life out in the wastes she called home. But there were always poachers looking to steal her good fortune. The huntress found the cliff she always parked under when she visited the city of smokestacks. The rocks blocked the view of the smog so she could watch the sun going down. She parked her racing rig and shut it down for the night before setting up camp. She stepped out of her frightening persona and let herself relax without her bone clad heels and breast framing harness. Just her foot wraps and a large, well worn cotton sweater. Her fathers. It had a few holes in it but it didn't take away the comfort it brought her. She sat on an old blanket on the ground by the fire and was about to crack open a long saved bottle of booze, when she heard a motor. Had she been followed? Her home made sniper rifle stayed close to her side.