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"Go ahead, kid. I will tell her I said it if you want." Charlie laughed and watched his daughter take a hit off the cigarette. He knew she smoked, and she liked him being honest with her. "Oh yeah? Explain."
"And she'll be really mad at you!" Dylan said, looking at her father. "You drive me nuts, dad. You said I'm a bad driver... and you just..." She shuddered visibly. "You grind my gears."
[ A very descriptive and detailed profile of your muse ] Repost with the information of your muse, including headcanons, etc. If you fail to achieve some of the facts, add some other of your own! When youâre done, tag 15 other people to do the same!~ I was tagged by: oliversolomon
NAME: Dylan Isabelle King AGE: 16 SPECIES: Human. GENDER: female PROFESSION: Student
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ- { PHYSICAL ASPECTS } BODY TYPE: Petite HAIR: Blonde EYES: blue/green SKIN: Fair skinned HEIGHT: 5'5" WEIGHT: 119lbs âââââââââââââââââââââââââ- { FAMILY } SIBLINGS: None PARENTS: Charlie King, unnamed mother GRANDPARENTS: Audrey and Connor (deceased) King OTHER RELATIVES: Uncles: Chase and Chad King ANY PETS?: yes [ x ] || no [ ] - If yes, which and how many?: like 6 billion dogs âââââââââââââââââââââââââ- { SKILLS } magic: nope etc: skilled fighter, excellent liar, master manipulator âââââââââââââââââââââââââ- { LIKES }Â
COLOURS: Red, purple, turquoise SMELLS: Victoria's Secret -- it always smells great in there FOOD: Chinese FRUITS: Strawberries, granny smith apples DRINKS: Soda, flavored and sparkling water ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES? yes [  ] || no [ x ] FAVOURITES: -___- SMOKES? yes [ x sometimes ] || no [  ] DRUGS?: yes [  ] || no [ x ] âââââââââââââââââââââââ- { TRAITS }
ââ POSITIVE ââ Confident Assertive Independent
ââ NEGATIVE ââ
Combative Hot-headed Argumentative
âââââââââââââââââââââââââ- { OTHER DETAILS } âââââââââââââââââââââââââ- DONE! Now tag other 15 people [ or more/less if you want ] to do it!
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"Yeah, Iâve been in fights." He sounded a little indignant as he was poked at, pulling his arm out of her grasp to get on with the cleaning. "You need a type to have a fight?" He asked, finally managing to get the tough spot up. "I never heard that before, no."
Dylan laughed at him, shaking her head. "Well, you don't have to get all butt hurt about it. You just look...." She let her eyes wander over him before meeting his gaze again with the shrug of her shoulders. "You know... like a goody-goody." She bit her lip after he managed to get up some of the blood then started to really scrub to help him. "Wow, have you been living under a rock? They literally make t-shirts that say that."
Oliver kept wiping up the blood methodically, even as Dylan sat back. âIâve been in enough fights to know how to clean up, alright?â He gave her a sideways look before turning his attention to a particularly hard spot of dried blood. âWhyâd you even beat her up? Whatâd she do to you?â
Dylan scrutinized him for a long moment, narrowing her eyes at him. "You have been in fights?" She lifted his arm, poked at his abdomen then shrugged and scrubbed up some of the blood. "You didn't strike me as the type." She was quiet for a minute, blowing some of her hair out of her face. "What's it matter? The bitch was talking mad shit. Haven't you ever heard talk shit, get hit? Jeez, Ollie."
Oliver shut up as he was told to, leaning forward to start mopping some of the sticky liquid up. He started with the smears first which were thin enough to start drying, so they were easier to wipe up. âThat, I guess.â
Dylan sat back on her knees and watched Oliver with a raised eyebrow. "How the hell do you even know how to clean up blood? You get a lot of nosebleeds or something?" She teased, leaning forward to help with the mess. "Jesus. I really beat the shit out of that girl. I hope she doesn't say anything... or I'll have to do it again."
"Doesnât mean youâre any good at it." Oliver pointed out, crossing his arms. He stood for a little longer, mostly just to show that he wasnât a pushover or a creep, then gave in and crouched beside her. "Youâre just smearing it, look."
Dylan shot him a look, "Just shut up and help me, loser." She grumbled. "No shit I'm smearing it! There's a lot of it." She said. "So, what are you gonna do about it?"
"Grandma is a bad driver herselfâŚ.slow down now, Dylan." Charlie lit up a cigarette and inhaled the smoke. He then passed it over to his daughter.
"I'm so telling her you said that..." Dylan said, shooting her father a look before taking the cigarette, looking it over then taking a hit off of it. "I need to smoke when you're around."
"Dylan! StopâŚyouâre not being funny. I donât want you to get a ticketâŚor die today. Please."
"Oh, please, I'm a better driver than you. Even Gramma says."
[From Dylan King] "It was an accident!"
"Yeah, sure it was."
"Your dadâs cleaned more messed than we have, okay? Do you know the first thing about cleaning blood off things?"
Dylan glared at Oliver, "How do you know how much mess I've cleaned up compared to my dad? He hires people to do that shit." She shook her head to get her hair out of her face and shrugged. "I know enough. You gonna help me or just stand there?"
"Iâm actually scaredâŚyour driving is insane!â
"Daddy, that's really not funny." Dylan said as she pressed her foot down harder on the accelerator.
[From Dylan King] "It was an accident!"
"Yeah, sure it was."
"I-I donât know if weâre gonna be able to clean it up, Dylan."
"One thing I learned from my dad is that any mess can be cleaned. Don't be such a wuss, it's only a little blood."
[ thedylanking ]
[From Dylan King] "It was an accident!"
"Yeah, sure it was."
"It was! You gonna help me clean it up?"
"I donât have a dollar.â Oliver said, but he started to dig around in his backpack. âI have a candy bar, if you want that?â
"What the hell do you mean you don't have a dollar?" Dylan asked incredulously. "That's horseshit, what good are you, Ollie?"S he asked, snatching the candy bar when she saw it. "I guess this'll do..."
'Toots'?
"Oh⌠okay." they look rather uncertain.
Dylan looked at the other person with a bit of confusion, "Yeah... toots... like tootsie roll? Like... a term of endearment or maybe degradation depending on who you ask."
"DylanâŚI need you to be the opposite of me, please?â He begged his child as he kissed the top of her head as he pulled her closer. âYou donât sleep and eat in my room..â He laughed.Â
"Um, Daddy, that's impossible. You and grams raised me. How can I not be just like you both?" She asked, snuggling up against him. "Sometimes I sleep and eat in your bed."
Are you aware that your father is a criminal and a murderer?
"Are you aware that I honestly don't give a shit what you say about my father? Every thing he does, every single thing he does, is well thought out and justified. He doesn't do things on a whim. Criminal activity is governed by hypocrites. My father may be evil but he's a necessary evil."
