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@ askanniebexter
"Hmmmm....what should I do today?"Asked petite, wondering what to do for the afternoon.Vanity "Ink"Vangaurd or aka, Van Ink The Dragon was patrolling the streets of her home island Wyckoff.
As usual, no strange activity or such. All is peaceful and causal. The citizens consist of the homeless, disabled,artists, and orphans. All if good. Until.
"Hmph.Never see someone like her before."Ink thought as she looked at the new stranger. "Hey you!"
@gearheritage
Under the night's moon, below and top on the hill was a luxurious mansion that stands in glory and wealth, all pure white with lights highlighting it as if it was home to the royal modern nobles until.....
BURP! Everyone started to laugh as a teenager girl took another gulp of soda before burping. Her competitors are trying their best to keep up as there was a massive litter of empty cans all over the backyard of the mansion. The teenage crowd were cheering on Vanity "Ink" Vanguard (aka Van Ink The Dragon) to keep going before she was declared a winner of the drinking contest.
The petite gone to get a burger then sat and relaxing herself on the patio while her peers are partying, destroying private property and having a good time. The teen closes her eyes as she let out another burp before she takes a nap. She has no idea of what's coming next.
Donuts
Donuts? Who has Boston Kremer?" Ink asked.
@haunting-dreamer
On a perfect afternoon in the island of Wyckoff; home to the homeless, artists, orphans, and the poor middle class. But most of all, the youth. Everyone goes about their business. People talking amongst themselves while enjoying themselves at the popular places within the island which is the bazaar and the arcade. Yep. Life at Wyckoff is good.
Walking on the streets is no other, Vanity "Ink" Vanguard. An teenager demon who helped Wyckoff a haven of freedom. The petite is enjoying herself with a cold can of cola. She glances at the citizens which brings a relaxed smile on her smile. Then her eyes blink as she sees somebody that is completely different from the crowd. She never see someone like him.
"Hey you!" She called out to the individual as she walks up to him," Are you new around here,dude?"
@ devil -- hunter
Inside the luxurious mansion walls, a huge mess has occured.A HUGE mess! Inside were teenagers partying all night long. Red spraypaint have already defaced the walls as well as broken statues on the floor where the scattered litter of empty beverage cans and pizza boxes were all over the kitchen counter and the kitchen itself.
Hours later, the party died down and several factions of demonic teenagers left the mansion with great satisfaction leaving the only faction alone that were responsible for this.
The DBT aka Demon Blood Tears, a rebellious fun teenage faction that goes against society to give out social justice. Their actions were mostly vandalism in government offices, corporate buildings, factories and most often luxury mansions for the super rich.
"Man, Ink! That's a great party!' Said the voice that directly towards a young petite with light skin in navy short jacket hoodie over her black hair. The girl, Vanity "Ink"Vanguard aka Van Ink The Dragon, lifts her can of Diet Coke in cheer off then leaves the lobby.
"Yep!" Said the girl as chugs her soda. Ink decided to take some fresh air. It was midnight as the girl was on the roof of the mansion, relaxing herself as well as thinking. She smiles and before she jumps down, then she sees a stranger coming below.
"Hm? Hey there!" She called out to the stranger.
Ink: “Who did this to you?” (Starter Dark Sentences )
Mike looked up at Ink. There were fresh red marks and bruises along with some still bleeding wounds. "Kane's bots."
@ azure-grimorie
A crash was heard as the smoke of debris clears, revealing a petite in navy, navy short jacket with a hood that conceals the teen's face along with her black bangs. Kicking a part of the ruined wall with one of her grey converse. Vanity "Ink" Vanguard grins as she sets her demonic dragon blade, Raptor on her shoulder.
"Woo! Now I can see the view from here!" She exclaimed whereas below are the hallways of the NOL base covered in graffiti and messy paint makeovers. It was Ink's doing, along with her friends. Now alone, she pops a can of cola and drinks it.
@drtonytonychopper
"Ugh..."Limping across the docks from the sand of the cove. Holding her right arm tight as she closes her eyes. Vanity "Ink"Vangaurd cough up a bit of blood as Ink stops, continuing to breathe in and out.
Not knowing r care where she's going, she walks up the steps and begins to stagger. With a cough, she went down like a log. "Ow..."Ink muttered then closes her eyes, ignoring the pain.
