Aug 30, 2012
wailingspiritbanshee said: you know I did, Alex.
I know you did Sean, but you still had contact with me.
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wailingspiritbanshee said: you know I did, Alex.
I know you did Sean, but you still had contact with me.
wailingspiritbanshee said: *as soon as he enters, sean yanks alex into a kiss*
-stumbles a bit, but returns the kiss. Hands quickly going to sean's shirt-
wailingspiritbanshee said: i know what could work. come to my room~
Oh?
Well then I can't keep you waiting.
-goes to sean's room-
Hello. Oops. Drafts
Hello.Where the road was an open highway, Logan had always liked to cruise casually, foot comfortably resting on the accelerator while the other one tapped out a beat in his head. This was how his life had been for as long as he could remember, though how long that was he could not exactly say. But one thing that had been constant for as long as he knew was that he was always on the move. Whether or not he was running away from something, he had been making a living by joining fighting events, relying on his healing factor to put him back together again so that he was ready for his opponent’s next strike.The next tournament would take place in two days time, plenty of time for Logan to reach his destination, run a few errands and then rest before the fight. Everything would go as planned and he would find a bar in town that he liked and drink his favorite beet.Or so he thought. As he was driving down the road, he saw a flash of red hair and continued on, telling himself to just ignore it. Another one, Logan thought as he passed a youth flailing along the side of the road. He had been holding out his thumb in an attempt to hitchhike, he noticed. As usual, the little voice told him to drive on. Hitchhikers had been nothing but trouble for him. They always wanted something from him, whether it was money to get onto their next destination, a willing ear to listen to their sob story, or just whatever. In the beginning he tried to show a little bit of sympathy, but eventually even that had gone away.Besides, he was a male ginger.Then he did not know what possessed him, but soon Logan found himself cursing as the car slowed down and he leaned out of the car. “Need a lift, bub?” he asked. His words may had sounded friendly, but his demeanor reeked displeasure.
The rest of the played out rp can be found here.
Oops.
Logan had always fancied himself a fighter, sometimes a lover, but always in the male dominant role. To this day, he could not comprehend how any of this could possibly equate excellent babysitter. Yet here he was, assigned to watch a particular troublemaker. Turning, he looked at the youth in irritation before he held up a finger for each of the points he was about to make. “A’right, bub,” he said gruffly, “we’re gonna set some ground rules here. Point number one. I ain’t yer daddy, don’t’ expect me ta play catch with ya or teach ya ta throw a perfect spiral. Point number two. Ya don’t touch my stuff. Point number three. You don’t try to turn on the radio nor do you sing along with it.”Which brings them to where they were right now.For some reason or other, someone – okay, it was Sean – had decided the best strategy in getting the enemy’s attention was to prance into the middle of their hideout and make it known that he had all intention of making their lives hell. In some way or other. The idea had worked. The guys found their little masterplan ruined and their brainstorm scattered as they held their heads until Sean turned blue in the face from screaming. Seeing him rendered defenseless for a few seconds, some men pulled out guns and started firing. And then Logan had told himself that he was going to make sure to claw whoever it was who decided it would b e funny to give make him work with someone who had an issue with following directions when it counted.After some screaming and gunshots, Logan strained his ears to look for any tattle-tale signs that his partner was still alive. Or at least breathing. Based on what he could hear, the little punk had somehow garnered favor from someone up there and managed to dive behind a stack of crates to live another day. Albeit Logan could hear how loud his breathing was. Grunting, Logan’s claws extracted with a shickt as he emerged from the shadows to take on the men he had come here to take care of.
It was show time.
Drafts.
[text] … ya got the wrong number[text] Don’t call this phone. Don’t text me either.
wailingspiritbanshee replied to your post: 12:00pm
Happy birthday dude! *offers a package of pudding cups*
Pudding?! Yes! Thanks, man. *Accepts pudding gratefully.*
You're fifteen and almost as tall as me. *shiteatinggrin* This is like the only time I'll ever be taller, innit?
And who th' fuck might you be?
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