Flightless_Soul

Ban the Person above you

Banned for being an Anarchist, because somebody always has to screw up a peaceful Anarchy.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@KatherinWinter Well, she'll go along, but she'll still give 'em lip about it.

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@KatherinWinter Noted. I'll be sure the li'l firecracker minds her P's and Q's. <.<

"And you can just mind your F's and U's." -__-*

My God...what have I created...? T-T

Eastwood High IC {Jump in High School Drama}

Once she got back to her dorm, she closed the door behind her, leaning against it with a sigh. There was about fifteen minutes before her class started, and just like that, Harley was already beat. Her bed was a welcoming sight to her, so much, that the moment she stepped foot into her room, she flopped down into it with another relieved sigh.

m.youtube.com/watch?v=_8Q4mqG8uLE

Wowee...I can't believe I'm finally attending a prestigious school like this, but still...it don't really feel as different from old Celina ISD. She thought looking up at the ceiling. I do kinda miss my friends, and my mama and daddy, and Riley too. Riley being her favorite paint horse back on their 1400 acre ranch. She remembered every day riding on the plains, helping her dad herd cattle, and those summers she and her friends would race each other down to the stock pond. Riley would leave their horses in the dust every time.

Wonder how he's doing since I left? I'm sure daddy's taking care of him. Aww now! C'mon Harley! You made it! You're here in the big city! About to be one of the greatest photographers in the world...well, maybe just New York. Which reminded her, ber dorm walls were still a stark...empty. She would have to change that later.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@KatherinWinter Soooo....I decided to rewrite my post and make it more eh...Helena. ^__^

Eastwood High IC {Jump in High School Drama}

"Well...I guess that's good to know." Harley said with a sigh. "I don't care much for bullies myself. Anywho, it was nice meetin' y'all. I gotta go grab my camera and head to my photography class. Catch y'all later!" She hopped up from her chair and went to her dorm to grab her camera. Along the way, she hummed a tune to herself.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@KatherinWinter She'll follow orders, but for the most part, she's not too fond of being part of a government agency. The worst she'll do is give a bit of attitude and sarcasm.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

Everything that night was just a blur to her, and it didn't help matters either she was half drunk and half baked out of her mind. It happened so quickly. First, she got rushed out of the mosh pit and bumped into some dude. He started yelling at her about spilling beer on his shirt, and that's when he pulled a knife on her. The next thing she remembered was a flaming hand smashing into his face, her hand. Her friend Tony grabbed her and pulled her out of the club...then the cops showed up. Before she knew it, she was face down in the hood of a Seattle Police cruiser, cuffs on her wrists and blood pouring out of her nose...

m.youtube.com/watch?v=u4AK9qK8r00

*BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!*

Rattled her phone across her nightstand beside her bed. Wearily a hand shot forth from the covers and grabbed the little bastard before it met the cold floor below. Helena rose from the covers with a groaning yawn and bleary eyes. It had been another rousing night of When the fuck am I going to sleep?. Unfortunately, it was around 3:45 AM when she passed out, only to awake late in the morning with drool seeping out the side of her lip and her fiery red hair a mess. Ugh...just call me Angel of the Morning, baby... God, I feel like a fucking zombie...

She laid there for a moment looking up at the ceiling. Heh... Home sweet Hell. She thought, reaching under her bed and pulling out a plastic ashtray containing...her morning remedy. Some people enjoyed pancakes in the morning. Some liked a nice, hot cup of coffee, but for Helena, her day started with a puff of marijuana.

Don't get me wrong. If staying here means not going back to that hick ass hellhole Aberdeen, then I'm totes up for it, but these agents are so fucking tightwadded.
Heh! They even walk like they got sticks up their asses!

Taking the crudely rolled spliff from the ashtray, which she sat on her chest, she stuck it between her lips and closed her eyes. In seconds, a small gout of flame sparked from the tip of the joint. Being a living cigarette lighter had its perks she supposed.

Taking a drag, she exhaled a thick white cloud of smoke that seemed to linger in the cold, dead air of her room. She took a few more puffs, and then she snuffed out the grass. Already, her room smelled like a dead skunk, but she didn't care. Nor did she really care about what she wore as she was picking up a random pair of clothes from the mess of them on her floor. Once she was dressed for success, she grabbed her board and skated out the door.

Unfortunately, that weed smell was all in her clothes, which meant she'd probably be busted. Plus, the Bureau wasn't too keen of her board leaving scuffs on their nice new hallways, but like the quote on her dingy, gray t-shirt riddled with holes says,

Does it look like I give a fuck?

It was only a few blocks from her crappy apartment the Bureau so generously donated to her that the main office was located. She kept skating along, earbuds in her ears, unaware, or possibly uncaring of any traffic, pulling a kickflip onto the sidewalk, flashing her keycard to the security with a bored look, then pressing on through the door.

And so, Helena Hell on Wheels Sheppard had arrived to the conference table, setting her board down under her chair and leaning back in it while propping her muddy black Vans on the table top. "Alright, I'm here. Let's talk bidness." She said pulling a cigarette from the hem of her beanie and lighting it.

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@KatherinWinter Thanksies! I'll move her to the char tab later!