Flightless_Soul

The Party

@Luna Amore

The girl's attentive gaze turned from her, yet Mei couldn't help but notice the slight blush upon her fair cheeks. An adorable one she was, but Mei had more pressing matters than wooing an evening delight. Suddenly, she felt the telltale rattle of her phone in the small designer purse she carried, carefully reaching in and pulling it out....to read the text he sent her.

I am at the party. Where are you?

Mei looked around hesitantly before texting back.

I'm here. Where are you sitting?

She waited a few moments, the firm resolve seeming to drain slowly from her face. Then, he answered back.

In the far corner by the window. Come alone.

A sharp gulp of air, Mei slipped her phone back in her purse and carried on.

Eastwood High IC {Jump in High School Drama}

@Luna Amore

"Uh...Harley." Harley mumbled with a dumbfounded grin, taking Natalia's hand in her's and hoisting herself up. Her face felt a little warm, but that must've been from the stinging in her nose. "Nice to meetcha, Natalia." She smiled, perhaps even dumber, as she picked her hat off the floor and dusted it off, a chuckle following, "Reckon I should watch where I'm goin' next time."

The Party

@ArenaSnow Then, by the power invested in, oh yeah, me, I hereby nominate myself as your new, tyranical GM Overlord! All rebellion will be met with a slow and horrible death by rabid squirrels!

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The Party

Alas, it seemed her attempt to dissuade any suspicions had been folly. She could not shake the eyes following her about the room, and so she turned slowly to meet them. The young woman must have been curious why she was here. Perhaps it was the long, black dress Mei adorned, with a slit down the side, attire that showed she was the dominant one, the fearsome one. Her almond eyes cut sharply at the girl, as if to say the woman was none of her concern and that if she knew better, she would simply ignore Mei's presence.

The Party

Freeform my friends, freeform, where the plot don't even matter cause you make the plot yourself. ^__^

Eastwood High IC {Jump in High School Drama}

@Luna Amore

The two bodies collided like two semi trucks on an icy highway. Harley fell backwards, followed by a terrible cracking sound, that of her camera flying from her hand and shattering to pieces on the floor. She barely had a chance to register that it happened, dazed by the sudden impact into the other student. "Owww...dad gum! Son of a bitch, that hurt!" She groaned rubbing her nose. It wasn't bleeding or broken, but damn did it sting. Thankfully, nothing was bbroken...except.

"Oh no!" Harley gasped, fumbling to grab the pieces of her Nikon D500. "Aww shit! Daddy just bought me that camera! He's gon be madder than a rattlesnake in mid July!" She huffed and threw down her cowboy hat, a solemn frown scarring into her lips. How was she even gonna take the class without a camera? However, there was another concern on her mind. "Sorry bout that, girl. Guess I didn't see y'all there. You okay?" She asked the petite blonde.

The Party

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The Chinese woman strolled into the grand ballroom with nary a sound, cold, obsidian eyes glancing to and fro, as though intently following each and every guest of the party. Her expression, it could only be described as intense, like she was here for a reason other than mingling and sipping crystal.

Eastwood High IC {Jump in High School Drama}

@Luna Amore

"H-huh?! Aww shit!" Harley jumped from her bed with a start and rushed out the door with her camera. Dammit! She was only gonna chill for a bit, but it turned into a full blown snoozefest, leaving her five minutes late for her class! "Shit! Shit! Shit! Dad gummit Harley! First day and you're already late! Shit, I gotta hurry!"

She rounded a corner doing ninety almost, unaware that behind that corner waiting was a head on colision. "WHOA!" Before the Texan could even catch it, she slammed head first into the poor blonde girl.

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@Framing A Moose Yes, bow pitiful mortal! Bow before the architects of Minecraft Awesomeness! (PS: We just finished Gerudo Valley)

The Bureau of Supernatural Affairs

@Flightless_Soul@KatherinWinter@Framing A Moose

Ugh! I'm in this room only five minutes, and Skippy the Hobgoblin's ripping my face off... Dude better back the fuck up before I decide to get my rage on and torch his ass!

"Okay, brah! Calm your tits! I was just fuckin' with you!" Helena wasn't in the mood for this shit, and she certainly wasn't in the mood for an imp to get gnarky on her. Annoyed, she brushed the little fucker off her shoulder, resuming to sit there and not give a shit about the meeting. All she was concerned with at this point was lighting up some undead, for stress relief.

The bitchy detective didn't faze her either it seems, and from what she heard from the others, she wasn't well liked either. Good, that makes two of 'em. However, she decided to make a show of rummaging around in her pockets, as though looking for something, only to return to...Alyssa, the bitch's name was, with false sincerity and venemous reproach. "Hmm, now where did I put that? Oh sorry, Aly deary, I can't seem to find a fuck to give. Oh wait! Here's one!" She pulled from her pocket an extended middle finger, a cheshire grin to follow.

Finally, the big guy had enough of their shit and decided to flip his. The look, like a Marine Drill Sergeant about to rip your head off and shit down your neck, the sound, like Ozzy's famous howl in Bark at the Moon being replicated by George Corpsegrinder Fisher. Griffin alone was a bad muthafucka, but Griffin pissed...

Helena quit the bullshit and payed attention this time, less out of respect and more out of not wanting to be the chew toy of Cujo's and Roman Reigns' offspring.