Anna picked at the grime underneath her fingernails as the bus rolled up to the gates.
"Damnit," the bus driver swore under his breath. He turned around in his seat to look at his solitary passenger. "We're late," he spat out at her.
Anna smiled. "It just gave me more time to be in your wonderful company, sugar!"
The bus driver rolled his eyes and opened the doors. Anna holstered her bag onto her shoulders and walked out. Before he had a chance to close the door, she turned around and winked. "Stay sexy," she said.
The driver took off without hesitation. Anna sighed and looked up at the posh building. She walked inside and followed the smell of food. She hadn't eaten since she was at the police station, so she was very hungry. She walked in and surveyed the crowd.
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Doing stuff today, sorry if i dont post a lot!
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Hi, I'm Mattie, but I go by Iris or Irisity on here.
I'm back from a break. Couldn't stay away for too long
I'm back from a break. Couldn't stay away for too long
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Name: Anna Withers
Age: 17
Description/Appearance:
Personality: Flirtatious. Mischievous. Protective. Secretive. A joker.
Bio: Anna was kidnapped when she was 7 by her own father. He forced her to move around the country so they could avoid the cops. He physically and mentally abused her until she was 15 when she was just tired of it. One night while he slept she decided to end it all. She shot him and left, looking for her mother who she missed dearly. It took her a whole year, but when she found her, she found her her buried six feet under the earth in a coffin with a grave stone above her head. She had died of grief at the loss of both her daughter and husband. Somehow the police were alerted of Anna's location and they took her into custody. They questioned her all night long, but she refused to tell them what happened to daddy dearest. That night as she lay awake staring at the ceiling, an Admin from the Academy came and offered her a way out. Anna took it immediately. Better than swimming in the foster system, right?
Group: Sedition
Other (anything else you want to add): She hides behind her jokes in order to cover up her pain. She also flirts with anything that breaths, even the Savants.
Age: 17
Description/Appearance:
Personality: Flirtatious. Mischievous. Protective. Secretive. A joker.
Bio: Anna was kidnapped when she was 7 by her own father. He forced her to move around the country so they could avoid the cops. He physically and mentally abused her until she was 15 when she was just tired of it. One night while he slept she decided to end it all. She shot him and left, looking for her mother who she missed dearly. It took her a whole year, but when she found her, she found her her buried six feet under the earth in a coffin with a grave stone above her head. She had died of grief at the loss of both her daughter and husband. Somehow the police were alerted of Anna's location and they took her into custody. They questioned her all night long, but she refused to tell them what happened to daddy dearest. That night as she lay awake staring at the ceiling, an Admin from the Academy came and offered her a way out. Anna took it immediately. Better than swimming in the foster system, right?
Group: Sedition
Other (anything else you want to add): She hides behind her jokes in order to cover up her pain. She also flirts with anything that breaths, even the Savants.
I shall get a CS up somewhere tomorrow~
Are there spots still open? This looks really interesting!!!!
Shit about to throw down I can feel it ^.^
Logan looked back at Victor as he walked away. She looked down at the bottle of vodka, a bit confused. It was warm and had palm sweat all over the bottle.
"Why not?" A little voice in her head said. The voice was more than persuasive with just one little sentence.
The young Wolf unscrewed the cap and tipped her head back, the liquid fire settling nicely down in her belly. Her mind buzzed with a sudden burst of happiness. She smiled to herself, downing more, not even wincing at the burn. She turned to look at the crowd and the ring. Deon hugged a few women as the others screamed for his attention, all wanting the same treatment. She giggled a bit the herself and drank some more. The lights went from annoying to beautiful and wonderful, maximizing her experience. Logan didnt know it, but she'd have one hell of a hangover the next morning. And boy, would she regret it.
"Why not?" A little voice in her head said. The voice was more than persuasive with just one little sentence.
The young Wolf unscrewed the cap and tipped her head back, the liquid fire settling nicely down in her belly. Her mind buzzed with a sudden burst of happiness. She smiled to herself, downing more, not even wincing at the burn. She turned to look at the crowd and the ring. Deon hugged a few women as the others screamed for his attention, all wanting the same treatment. She giggled a bit the herself and drank some more. The lights went from annoying to beautiful and wonderful, maximizing her experience. Logan didnt know it, but she'd have one hell of a hangover the next morning. And boy, would she regret it.
Sorry I've been traveling back home for the past two days so I will probably make a reply post tomorrow because it's my lazy "catch up on sleep and other shit" day.
Logan jolted a bit in her seat when the crowd suddenly roared at the sound of Deon's theme. She let out a ragged breath and clenched her fist. The alcohol heightened the sound and the noise and the lights. All the different colors shined right into her eyes as the screaming blurred out of her senses. The music and the sounds sounded distant and soon faded away altogether.
"It should have been you," a voice said.
Logan opened her eyes and turned around. All motion in the club had stopped. The screaming women, the music, even Deon yelling out towards the crowd. George stood in front of her. He wore one of his fresh cleaned suits with gold cufflinks and a golden tie to match. He was younger. George had no wrinkles; he looked to be in his early 20s. His golden brown hair was slicked back; no grey at all. His eyes were dark and his mouth was in a sneer.
"It should have been you," he repeated. "You should have died. Not India."
"Dad," Logan gasped out. "Dad I know, I know."
"If she was still here, everything would be fine," he snarled. Logan stayed frozen on her spot, her eyes starting to water. George parted his lips then gave a wry smile. "Don't ever come to visit me again. Not until I am with India again." The image of her father suddenly swirled away, fading into the corners of her vision.
Logan blinked and she was back in her stool at the bar and the noise flowed back into her senses. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She quickly whipped them away. She couldn't show weakness around the gang.
"I think I'm drugged," she said aloud to no one in particular, hoping Millie or Victor would hear. She hoped she was still there and not in an alleyway being forced upon while unconscious. She rubbed her temples while breathing heavily. The edges of her vision focused in and out.
"It should have been you," a voice said.
Logan opened her eyes and turned around. All motion in the club had stopped. The screaming women, the music, even Deon yelling out towards the crowd. George stood in front of her. He wore one of his fresh cleaned suits with gold cufflinks and a golden tie to match. He was younger. George had no wrinkles; he looked to be in his early 20s. His golden brown hair was slicked back; no grey at all. His eyes were dark and his mouth was in a sneer.
"It should have been you," he repeated. "You should have died. Not India."
"Dad," Logan gasped out. "Dad I know, I know."
"If she was still here, everything would be fine," he snarled. Logan stayed frozen on her spot, her eyes starting to water. George parted his lips then gave a wry smile. "Don't ever come to visit me again. Not until I am with India again." The image of her father suddenly swirled away, fading into the corners of her vision.
Logan blinked and she was back in her stool at the bar and the noise flowed back into her senses. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. She quickly whipped them away. She couldn't show weakness around the gang.
"I think I'm drugged," she said aloud to no one in particular, hoping Millie or Victor would hear. She hoped she was still there and not in an alleyway being forced upon while unconscious. She rubbed her temples while breathing heavily. The edges of her vision focused in and out.
I'll collab with you then :) message me
Yoshi is someone already collabing with you?
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