At the sheer noise coming from her teammate was enough to get the hairs on the back of Asami's neck to stand up. The first portion of the chuunin exams went smoothly enough. There was, for a brief moment, where she believed them to be doomed; the entire team failing all because 'Meki can't focus long enough on his studies... thankfully, it didn't matter whether they knew the material so much as to whether or not they could skirt by cheating without getting outright caught. Something she and Kuroo excelled at.
"If you don't stop buzzing, I will personally string you up from the trees and leave you there while Yosuke and I complete the mission." Asami's tone was less than inviting as the redhead began to literally bounce while attempting to calm down. It was going to be more of a hassle than anything this go around, if past missions were anything to go off of. However, if threatening him into submission was needed, she would be more than thrilled to oblige.
He must have shot her a glare but ultimately ignored her, speaking up about having to come up with a plan or some such nonsense. It wasn't uncommon for him to come up with plans, and then for the rest of the team to either indulge unlikely in this situation or straight up ignore it. Hearing him exclaim that he was the brains was enough for her to roll her eyes and scoff in Yo's direction; as if to ask him to reign the young man in before she snapped. Asami couldn't deny that she, too, believed that their team held the highest chances of coming out on top. There were a few others that caused her to worry her bottom lip between her teeth, but at the same time it excited her to potentially get the chance to square off against someone other than the usual suspects.
Sighing in somewhat defeat, she rested on a branch above the others, Kuroo casually dancing between Yo and Hirameki's legs. "... what's the plan then, 'Mek? Distraction? Really that's what-," it was as if something clicked on in her mind. "Wait, wait... no. That's good. That might actually work." In an instant she was beside him throwing an arm around his shoulder and leaning down to peer at him with narrowed eyes and an upturned smirk.
‣ Hair: Naturally long, mocha brown ‣ Eyes: Hazel ‣ Height: 5'5 ‣ Body Type: Slim, toned, athletic ‣ Style: ❖❖❖❖❖❖❖❖ ‣ Scars, Tattoos, and Piercings: Belly button, nose, ear lobes are pierced 2x per ear
P E R S O N A L I T Y
Bratty ║ Social ║ Hard-Working ║ Extroverted ║ Tease ║ Unfiltered ║ Ultimately a sub ║ Tends to never learn her lesson ║ Stubborn║ Creative
L I K E S // D I S L I K E S
Likes
‣ Sour Patch Watermelon Flavor Lollipops ‣ Night Life ‣ City Lights at 2am ‣ Spanking ‣ Collars ‣ Teasing ‣ Being the Center of Attention ‣ Showing Skin ‣ Over Stimulation ‣ Being Taken Care Of
Dislikes
‣ Slow paced...anything ‣ Boredom ‣ Being or Using Speaker Phone ‣ Not Getting Off ‣ Having to Do All the Work ‣ Being Ignored ‣ Fisting ‣ Dismissed As Unintelligent ‣ Being Alone for Too Long ‣ When Her Limbs Fall Asleep
B I O
Boston native. Knows the city like the back of her hand. Has a love of sports - baseball specific. Father was / is a Boston cop. Mother was / is an interior designer? Is a very good bartender. Uses her connections to get her into places. Works odd jobs as a bartender for special events through the hotel - and some outside of it. Needs help getting through university - has picked up many many shifts and odd jobs hoping to scrape by enough money. It's taking a toll on her honestly. Graphic design and Communication design is what she's striving for, she even practices and utilizes her knowledge to brand and market her and The Hawthorne - among other things - to improve and garner more traffic and attention / customers. So far so good. Has a list of exes - all of them not able to completely give her what she's looking for. Either too soft or too rough and nothing to balance her out. Most of them she was required to take the reigns and she just wants someone to take care of her. Someone who will also just put her in her place. Is that too much to ask?
O T H E R
Madison Beer ║ 567BDF
‣ Birthday is 11/18 ‣ Handle for all her online profiles ║ VegaNixxx ‣ She is a student at Massachusetts College of Art and Design ║ Going for a degree in Communication & Graphic Design ‣ Works as a Bartender at The Hawthorne Speakeasy inside The Hotel Commonwealth
Calixta seemed to be moving ahead on autopilot, never seeming to stop as muscle memory guided her to the club in. At least, that's where she thought she had been heading. Unfortunately, because she was operating without any cognitive focus she instead found herself outside of one of the water warehouses that littered New Brazil. When she finally stopped, and realized it, she took notice of the throng of people surrounding the outside of the building, screaming and protesting to be let inside. The explosion had rattled more than the windows of the blast radius as it shook the people to their cores. The need for more water than their usual rations were overriding their basic instincts. People clamoring over one another, refusing to let up regardless of who got in the way. Regardless of who got hurt.
She witnessed a small group of armed men walking towards the side of the warehouse armed to the teeth with merc gear and weaponry. Not unlike that shit that was pulled on her, what seemed like ages ago. Cali had worked on the underside of corruption her whole life, it didn't take her long to glance at the lot of them to know that something was amiss. 'Escort and retrieve service?' With eyes focused on the mercenary group a good thirty feet in front of her, she maneuvered her way through the mass of warm bodies, making sure to keep them within her line of sight. The way they had forced another one of their own ahead of them to take on any brunt of the force of the mobs around them, stuck out in Cali's mind. 'Odd'
Though their efforts of using the man as a human meat shield was in vain, the majority of the men looked back to one in particular as if seeking guidance. Eyes glowing with a menacing hue.
Even so, she continued on her way, stalking their movements. However damaged she may have been from the blast, she was still small and nimble to squeeze through a crowd without any issues of being made as a tail. Once they broke through into the building Calixta found herself crossing the threshold as well. Looking up into the expanse of the warehouse, completely at the mercy of the mob of people that then bum rushed the entrance. Luckily, she was able to make her way out of the crowd and off to the side. Bad news is that she was now in the midst of the same group of mercs she was supposed to be looking out for.
Slipping her sheer slip back up onto her shoulders, she scanned the faces before her quickly, shifting her weight onto her organic leg - always make sure the bio-leg is at the ready, insurance and all. As she searched the men before her she couldn't help but linger a bit longer on the only one that seemed around her age; beard matted - most likely from the issue at Takari - dirt and grime coated his skin and clothes, though most fell off in his trek to this location. There was something so oddly familiar about him. Something that pulled at her neurons and subconscious. Screaming at her to remember. He's important. Somehow.
They spared her a quick once over before turning their focus back on everyone scrambling around them. A plan formulating in their leader's mind. As quickly as she could she nudged the familiar looking man, hissing under her breath, "You look oddly familiar..."
It wasn't a terrible start to her day, if Darcy were to think back on it. Yeah, sure - if she counted there being no water pressure when she went in for a shower that morning, not terrible. Not to mention the lack of hot water throughout the apartment she shared with Lolly. She would have blamed the brunette, except she was still passed out - so there went that excuse. Then of course there was the commute to the diner which went belly side when the "bus" - if she could even call it that, just a rusted hunk of junk - stalled seven blocks from her destination. When she did finally make it to work, a disgruntled customer, who albeit looked to be having a worse morning than Darcy, smacked right into her as she was carrying a pot of the black stuff refilling other patron's mugs. I guess I got a hot shower after all... she remembers thinking begrudgingly as the liquid spilled across the already hideous uniform she was forced to wear.
Not terrible... but it could definitely be better...
She kept on keeping on. Inhaling harsh and deep through her nose before exhaling through her mouth. The shift seemed to drag on and on after the hectic morning she endured, the idea of getting shitfaced and partying hard getting her through it all. The leftovers from customer's plates helped a lot too. It wasn't like they didn't have food back in their apartment, but it always tastes better when it's free. It was all just enough to keep her levelheaded until shift was over and she could get to the Pit.
Thankfully, she and Lolly shared shifts and when one was off, so was the other. It didn't take them long to get home, cleaned up - making sure to wipe away the coffee stench from her uniform for the next shift - applying makeup, copious amounts of hairspray and throwing clothes on before they were packing up and heading out. "Look Lolls, Imma be at the Pit, you should swing by after your done swindling old rich men~" the wink and puckered lips she shot her friend was all in good fun and then she had been on her way towards her home away from home. It didn't take her long however, to come up on a crowd of people bathed in the alternating red and blue glow of the cop cars littering the area. As curious as she was, she didn't need anymore terrible for the day. Instead she kept on walking, spotting pink out of the corner of her eye, and made the mental note to keep on grinding.
Regardless of the time or day, the Pit was always happening, it didn't matter the type of clientele that liked to loiter around. Tonight was no different, what with the line to get in wrapped around the other side of the building and down the block. Letting out a low whistle Darcy had continued up to the front of the line, basking in the seething glares and obscenities shot her way. "Hey hey my dude! How's my favorite bouncer~!?" her hips swung with every movement and she couldn't resist throwing her arms around his waist in a pseudo embrace.
Rig just rolled his eyes, but there was no mistaking the slight grin that wanted to breakout across his usually stoic face, "Yeah? How many bouncers you know, D?" She had just pouted playfully up at him, even if she was in heeled boots, he was still taller than the blonde woman. "Ah, ya got me there," a beat passed and people being let in and held off were still transpiring around them, "The usual here yet?"
Given the awkward position he was in Rig still managed to scratch the underside of his chin at the small bit of scruff that was left over from his previous shave, "Just a few stragglers - why? You expectin' some new faces?" Darcy hummed as if deep in thought and she couldn't help but think of Lolly most likely dragging a new victim into the snake pit and a giggle escaped her painted lips. "Always babe" She was able to reach up and place a chaste kiss to his right cheek, imprinting his skin, "Catch you inside? First round's on me~," she didn't even stay to wait for his response as she was already making her way behind him and through the door. He muttered something she could barely make out what with the thumping noise already encasing her. She did have the know-withal to throw up a peace sign over her head at him.
Rig stood there shaking his head, "That woman...this place... gonna drive me into the ground..."
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The grunge, the smoke, the lights, the noise all flooded her sense setting off a euphoria that she could only feel by being completely surrounded in the ambiance of the lifestyle she participated in. As soon as she was able to break through the threshold and into the crowd of bodies pulsing with heat and desires she made her way to the bar where Robin was tending alongside Jed - though he was dipping out 'Smoke break probably,' she thought and proceeded to order three shots of wells tequila. It was a Friday and she planned on partying like it wasn't ever gonna end. She placed another order, this time for a Coors and once the young blonde behind the bar delivered she thanked her, promised she'd be back and made her way to the ladies rooms.
After swinging the door open she was immediately assaulted by squeals that could rival the bass outside that door and arms being thrown around her. "Darcy!! You came at the right time..." Alice had doubled back towards the sink making a grab at the baggie that had been left there and wiggled it before the older blonde.
A mischievous smile graced her own face as she took the bag graciously, "If it isn't my very own Alice in Wonderland~" Darcy cooed, ruffling the girl's hair before a small 'don't mind if I do' and then taking the substance from the bag and inhaling sharply. Not a bit wasted. Alice had hoisted herself up on the counter next to the sink before rambling on and on about everything and nothing at the same time. The young girl made Darcy feel like an older sister and enjoyed seeing her come outta her shell little by little. "Uh, eww," she laughed out loud enjoying listening to her babble, passing the dust back to it's owner.
Darcy couldn't stop the Cheshire grin crossing her features, having muscled her way next to the younger woman, leaning over to get a view of herself in the mirror, reapplying her dark lipstick and touching up under her nose, "So, Toby, huh?" It was harmless tease and she didn't think much of it in that moment. "Just a little bit of this, little bit of that. Currently working at the Gourmet diner, you're more than welcome to come swing by." And as if struck by a brilliant thought she turned immediately to face Alice, "OOH! You definitely need to stop by the pad whenever ya get the chance, I ain't gotta stash this clean but it's better than the last batch we shared. Besides, if Dana makes an appearance you bet your ass imma be walkin' outta here with a party in my pocket." She finished with a shrug taking another bump before motioning for the two of them to head out back to the bar, her empty bottle thrown into the nearby trash bin.
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Upon reentering her sanctuary her eyes locked on to a very familiar face. Rather, the side of one. "Looks like Lolls dragged another sad fucker in with her... wonder how long this one'll last," she was speaking just for the sake of speaking, not even registering that Alice would pick up on her comment. She didn't dwell too long though for they had already maneuvered their way through the throng of people filling up the dive and sidled up to the bar and the patrons that resided there. Bigby being among them. Sipping on his usual.
"Ladies," he tipped his glass up off the bar in a mock salute, "Not having too much fun without me, are you?" Darcy grinned wide pulling him into a side hug, "'Course not, Bigs. We love ya, ain't never gonna be a party without you. Wonderland's got a new level of snow this time around. Pure and fresh~," She shot a wink to her friend and jerked her head in Alice's direction. "You enjoy it for a bit without me, I've gotta date with a pretty little thing." And with that she sauntered her way a few stools down to where Lolly sat, looking bored outta her mind.
Darcy was keenly aware of the stares burning into her friend, and even more so of the glares that tried to sear into her own skin at her approach to the beauty. It's what made it all the better. Throwing an arm lazily over Lolly's shoulder, Jed and Robin present. Robin was currently chatting up the pair of them trying to start drama of her own and honestly, Darcy was all for it. Jed on the other hand... poor boy looked like he short circuited just being in Loll's presence. "You lookin' to catch flies, Jed?" Before he could leave them however she threw out her order for another round of shots, for the four of 'em. "Hey babe~," she turned her attention now to the brunette under her denim clad arm. Darcy sealed the verbiage with a kiss to her cheek as a pair of shots, filled with unnamed liquor was placed before them. Claiming the glass she finally graced the new guy with her gaze, sizing him up but finding nothing of worth there. After downing the shot she pulled Lolly closer to her and whined into her hairline, but still loud enough for her voice to carry to her companion, "You know you'd have more fun with me."
The gentleman, who was clearly uncomfortable with just coming into contact of the stool beneath his expensive slacks, let alone stepping foot into the Pit of all places, snapped when he was clearly being ignored. "Excuse you?! Do you know who I am?" Darcy rolled her eyes, leaning back with another whine, "Look man, I don't give a flying fuck who you are. But you're cramping the ladies vibes. Why don't you bounce off or something. Go back to your ivory tower or wherever and don't bother coming back, yeah?" He seemed to go red in the face - more so than before - trying his damnedest to seem threatening and intimidating. Too bad it didn't work.
"I'll have you know I'm extremely good pals with Douglas Bigby," Darcy's eyes widened a bit, curiosity taking over to see where this was going to play out. He continued, "Yeah, that's right, and one call from me is gonna have you banned from Oceanside if I wanted. You really wanna test me?"
Darcy nodded her head as if in an understanding, "Oh, OK then. Sure, I gotcha dude." Leaning forward across the bar to lock eyes with Bigby down at his designated spot, she whistled and shouted out at him, "Ay, yo Bigs! This guy says he knows you. Gonna get me kicked out Oceanside! You wouldn't do that to lil ol' me though, right?" The sarcasm was dripping. Bigby pretended to be in thought as me continued to sit in his spot, drink still in his other hand before waving to something, or someone behind the trio. Upon turning around, Lolly's date was met with the broad chest of one Rig. "Heya Rig~ told you I'd see you inside."
Rig was silent. Just standing there, menacingly as the gentleman's complexion paled out tenfold with each passing conversation thrown. He thought he was ahead in the game. Thought he could throw names around like a money and get his way - like he did with everything else in his life. However, here in the Pit, he wasn't even worth the space he occupied. It wasn't long before Rig had, escorted, the male out of the bar when Darcy decided to release her hold still on her roommate's shoulder and find purchase on the bar top itself. With the tongue lashing she was sure to get, she might as well get comfortable. "Hey, Robin, can we get some more shots over here? Imma need 'em."
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✧ FC; Debbie Harry ✧ Fave 80s Movie; too many Beetlejuice ✧ Fave 80s Band / Song; too fucking many"Should I stay or should I go" by The Clash it's a classic go - to ✧ Dialogue Color; #ff0040
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ She wants to live life to it's fullest and reap it's rewards - if she takes anything away from her near death experience that would be it ➽➽➽ Explore life, to find herself ➽➽➽ Make music that will stand the test of time; for herself mainly - but if it inspires others than that's fucking neat
➽➽➽ Addictive personality or some such bullshit. She doesn't have a problem. She can stop anytime she wants too - she just doesn't want to ➽➽➽ Settling. Darby can't find it in her to stick with something (usually job & relationship related) for too long ➽➽➽ Darby is the type who wants everything - and she is going to try to obtain everything. Not necessarily monetarily, but she just wants all the memories, the experiences that make up the moments. Yeah, sometimes that means money and fame and it's not like she's gonna say NO
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Bras? What're those - little to no shame ➽➽➽ Weed & Tobacco is an obvious go-to, digging molly & OD'd on cocaine ➽➽➽ Prefers to sing but can rock out on a set of drums ➽➽➽ Has a GED and like 2 semesters of college under her belt but ended up dropping out ➽➽➽ Enjoys her coffee with her sugar and cream ➽➽➽ Skating and Surfing have become a new favorite pastime since moving to LA ➽➽➽ Naughty mags & videos are a guilty pleasure that she is NOT ashamed in indulging in front of the masses
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Darcy was born, Deborah Anne Wilkinson, on July 1, in Hawthorne, NJ. At the age of three months, she was adopted by the Cook family; they were gift shop proprietors there in Hawthorne, New Jersey and renamed Darcy Rene Cook. Darcy learned of her adoption at four years old, and in the early 1980s, located her birth mother, a concert pianist, who chose to not establish a relationship with her. All throughout her life Darby would consider herself a tomboy, spending much of her childhood playing in the woods adjacent to her home in Hawthorne.
Darcy attended High School without a hitch - but it wasn't until her senior year that she fell into the "wrong crowd". Ditching school was a minor offense to the delinquent acts she should have been caught with. The only blemish on her record recounts the time she and some of the "friends" she hung with, got picked up for lighting fires and spray painting the side of the town's bank. It could have been a lot worse.
Before beginning her singing career, she moved to Los Angeles after her eighteenth birthday, hoping to set off on her own in a big city, on the weat coast; sun, surf and talent scouts around every corner. At first she got work there as a secretary at a Radio station for about one year. Eventually she took up jobs as a waitress at The Mint, a go-go dancer at a discothèque on the Blvd. and even as a Playboy Bunny. A woman of many, many talents.
In the early 1980s, Darcy began her musical career as a backing singer for a local folk rock group which released an eponymous album in 1983 before joining an all female group; 'Pushing Daisies'. It was with this group that she had met her boyfriend - now ex, well kinda. He was the new guitarist of the band and they grew too close too quickly. He was older than her and made sure to show her all the pleasures that came with partaking in some illicit substances. Both committing themselves to their high for the majority of their relationship; it became too much to handle on top of the abuse she endured - and regrettably dished out. The band disbanded, and with that Darcy hit an all time low, overdosing in the motel pool with her boyfriend. She was rushed to the nearest hospital after having been spotted by the nightly janitor on duty. It was at that point that she made the conscious effort to get clean. And she did... or rather, was. For a time. Old habits die hard and all. Though she would argue with a fence post that she isn't addicted and can stop whenever she wants
Darcy did break it off with her boyfriend, even if he doesn't want to see it that way. In the mean time however, she's had many different relationships spanning to other males, females and situations with more than two others thrown in the mix. Darcy isn't one to shy away from the human body and all it has to offer. She wants to live life to it's fullest and reap it's rewards - if she takes anything away from her near death experience that would be it.
She's hopped from band to band, bar to bar, performing at mic nights with musicians with no singer - hell, she's performed alone more times than she'd like to admit - always hoping to get stuck in a band or at least in some kind of career that would get her what she wants - in all the right ways. With her stubbornness and ambition mixed together in a punk icon fashion, Darcy Cook is one tenacious cocktail.
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ She wants to live life to it's fullest and reap it's rewards - if she takes anything away from her near death experience that would be it ➽➽➽ Explore life, to find herself ➽➽➽ Make music that will stand the test of time; for herself mainly - but if it inspires others than that's fucking neat
➽➽➽ Addictive personality or some such bullshit. She doesn't have a problem. She can stop anytime she wants too - she just doesn't want to ➽➽➽ Settling. Darby can't find it in her to stick with something (usually job & relationship related) for too long ➽➽➽ Darby is the type who wants everything - and she is going to try to obtain everything. Not necessarily monetarily, but she just wants all the memories, the experiences that make up the moments. Yeah, sometimes that means money and fame and it's not like she's gonna say NO
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ✧ FC; Debbie Harry ✧ Fave 80s Movie; too many Beetlejuice ✧ Fave 80s Band / Song; too fucking many"Should I stay or should I go" by The Clash it's a classic go - to ✧ Dialogue Color; #ff0040
▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ ➽➽➽ Bras? What're those - little to no shame ➽➽➽ Weed & Tobacco is an obvious go-to, digging molly & OD'd on cocaine ➽➽➽ Prefers to sing but can rock out on a set of drums ➽➽➽ Has a GED and like 2 semesters of college under her belt but ended up dropping out ➽➽➽ Enjoys her coffee with her sugar and cream ➽➽➽ Skating and Surfing have become a new favorite pastime since moving to LA ➽➽➽ Naughty mags & videos are a guilty pleasure that she is NOT ashamed in indulging in front of the masses
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Darcy was born, Deborah Anne Wilkinson, on July 1, in Hawthorne, NJ. At the age of three months, she was adopted by the Cook family; they were gift shop proprietors there in Hawthorne, New Jersey and renamed Darcy Rene Cook. Darcy learned of her adoption at four years old, and in the early 1980s, located her birth mother, a concert pianist, who chose to not establish a relationship with her. All throughout her life Darby would consider herself a tomboy, spending much of her childhood playing in the woods adjacent to her home in Hawthorne.
Darcy attended High School without a hitch - but it wasn't until her senior year that she fell into the "wrong crowd". Ditching school was a minor offense to the delinquent acts she should have been caught with. The only blemish on her record recounts the time she and some of the "friends" she hung with, got picked up for lighting fires and spray painting the side of the town's bank. It could have been a lot worse.
Before beginning her singing career, she moved to Los Angeles after her eighteenth birthday, hoping to set off on her own in a big city, on the weat coast; sun, surf and talent scouts around every corner. At first she got work there as a secretary at a Radio station for about one year. Eventually she took up jobs as a waitress at The Mint, a go-go dancer at a discothèque on the Blvd. and even as a Playboy Bunny. A woman of many, many talents.
In the early 1980s, Darcy began her musical career as a backing singer for a local folk rock group which released an eponymous album in 1983 before joining an all female group; 'Pushing Daisies'. It was with this group that she had met her boyfriend - now ex, well kinda. He was the new guitarist of the band and they grew too close too quickly. He was older than her and made sure to show her all the pleasures that came with partaking in some illicit substances. Both committing themselves to their high for the majority of their relationship; it became too much to handle on top of the abuse she endured - and regrettably dished out. The band disbanded, and with that Darcy hit an all time low, overdosing in the motel pool with her boyfriend. She was rushed to the nearest hospital after having been spotted by the nightly janitor on duty. It was at that point that she made the conscious effort to get clean. And she did... or rather, was. For a time. Old habits die hard and all. Though she would argue with a fence post that she isn't addicted and can stop whenever she wants
Darcy did break it off with her boyfriend, even if he doesn't want to see it that way. In the mean time however, she's had many different relationships spanning to other males, females and situations with more than two others thrown in the mix. Darcy isn't one to shy away from the human body and all it has to offer. She wants to live life to it's fullest and reap it's rewards - if she takes anything away from her near death experience that would be it.
She's hopped from band to band, bar to bar, performing at mic nights with musicians with no singer - hell, she's performed alone more times than she'd like to admit - always hoping to get stuck in a band or at least in some kind of career that would get her what she wants - in all the right ways. With her stubbornness and ambition mixed together in a punk icon fashion, Darcy Cook is one tenacious cocktail.
Not really <.< >.> i like to think of their personalities and give em like stereotypical voices etc and so i guess they would think in that voice? kinda like humans? def. cats
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