Stein

The Mavericks | Neo-Genesis

Oh shit! I forgot about him!

GM powers activate!

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Stein, henny. You just gave me so much life.

@Tyler

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas! Thank you, henny! I was worried if that form choice/story was going to come off well :D

Also, @Nemaisare I left my post a little open in terms of your character. If you want, you can: direct Miles and lead a charge, run a solo charge, run away, break out in song. I just wanted to set up the potential to start to close out the fight if you all wanted (....though I still have something up my sleeve)

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Ta-daaaa

NOTE

So I knew I had a lot to cover in this post --and I also know how I like to tell stories--so I tried something new (not permanent) in just flowing from one character the next, and designated the change via the colors you see. If it's too confusing just let me know.

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Prologue

"Extinguished Dreams aren’t Always what They Seem”

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‘The fuck did a bag of cement come from?’ Ren thought as his face was met with sack of pure solid. It was the best way he could describe it. The pain that followed afterward, that was familiar. Like smacking your face on the pavement familiar. The kid was before him, ripe for the slaughter and in his next breath, the world on its side filled his view, as his face met the actual pavement and slid across it. Ren was certain a smear of blood and flesh now graced the street.

He hadn’t signed up for any of this shit.

Andrew’s tackle was enough to free up Miles, who sprung from the ground, his breathing quick and eyes holding an air of frenzy. Could he have actually died in those moments? That man had seemed so…excited to tower over Miles. That smug sneer was something Miles had seen before.

He was gonna pay for that.

Miles bent down, flexing his legs and narrowed his eyes. He nettled with anger, but pushed past the anger and focused the security he felt from “Fitz”, his source of strength. A compilation of memories and feelings of what a loving Father would feel like; the strength and pride of it all. He mixed it with his defiance. It flooded Miles and he tapped into his Magni arts, the arms of Fitz growing around his own. He looked up just as he heard a grunt from the two entangled men.

The criminal’s hands began to glow as he finally extricated himself from the tangle and stood up, his face contorted with a swell of fury. The hunched shoulders slowly heaving was a clear indicator that things were taking a dangerous turn. The growing crackle of electric energy was just icing on top of it all. He turned to the Not-Purse-Snatcher, a grin of trite anger playing on his face.

Miles bolted forward with fervor, adrenaline sinking more spring in his steps. He dove forward, Fitz’s arms defensively crossed as the would-be bank robber let loose with an arc or electric energy for the other male. Miles intercepted the arc, deflecting it slightly. Unable to fully block or absorb the attack, the lightning wrapped around his Arms. Seeming to have a binding effect, Miles found himself unable to move as he hung in the air, fighting off the energy of the attack. And losing terribly.

’I should probably have a backup plan right about now.’

The thought--an image of him having some way to escape this-- was jutted from his mind as the spring of force from the lightning launched him back. Miles found himself sailing through the air once again this night. His Fitz-encased form sailed over Ventus, just as the second villain's eyes fluttered open.

A sharp intake was the first sound from Ventus. He jolted up as he saw the boy fly across his field of vision-- eyes wild with a confused light. He felt as if he’d been pulled from mass of darkness into full consciousness as he looked around, taking information of his surroundings. ’The heist, that’s right!’ This heist, already on an accelerated timeline. Fuck, this was the last time he’d take a job like this.

The beauty of enhanced speed is the metabolism. Of course, most party drugs required a higher dose for him, and sleeping medication could be popped like candy in his hands. But, sedatives?

“You fucking kidding me with that?” he grumbled to as he sprung to his feet. He didn’t wait for the paramedic to respond as he delivered a swift kick to his side. ”You’re pissing me off now.” However, he was slightly woozy and only just made out the kid crashing into the hood of the ambulance. He took another deep breath, trying to stave off the growing torrent of a headache. ”I’m so over this night!”

Ventus was starving, he was tired, using much more of his powers than he’d been expecting--’Fuck, Brandi was right about carb stocking today’-- and he still couldn’t accept how extra this night had been. A growl issued from him, his only way of expressing his current state. He wanted to end this ASAP. A loud clang got his attention, and he turned to the ambulance to see a girl stumble appear behind it. She was going after what appeared to be a fire extinguisher away, movements sluggish, stumbling.

For some reason, the mundane humor of the scene stood out to him, lighting the circuits of his mind and clearing the residual fog in his mind. It started processing stimuli and information at its enhanced. ’End the night. No survivors. No loose ends. Do it quickly. Hostage? Hostage!’ A grin played on his face as he focused on the girl, leaving the paramedic be for now.

Evelyn looked up as one of the bank robbers began to stare at her. Her fingers had only just closed around the extinguisher as he began to move. He was there, and before she could fully process it, he was already halfway to her, his speed building as he charged her.

Instinct guided her actions and self-preservation took growing hold as the extinguisher floated from her hands and she felt a slight brevity. A leavening of her body, telekinetic energy building in her, focused on the extinguisher as she built up energy--spinning it-- in the precious instants before the bank robber was too close for her to react to. The fire extinguisher launched from the space in between her hands, hurtling with dangerous velocity toward the speedy criminal.

Allen twitched his head slightly to the left, narrowly avoiding the now-airborne and projectile extinguisher. Another hype? That girl was obviously more than met the eye. The extinguisher flew past him, still pinning with purposeful force as it hurtled now toward his heist partner.

Ren looked broke his attention from the individual before him just in time to see the fire extinguisher. His hand jutted up, sending a quick fireball toward the canister. Fire meeting a compressed substance as it does-- with such volatility, the extinguisher exploded, creating a cloud of more confusion as the billow of smoke and foam particles even obscured Ram’s vision.

He ducked down, trying to get some visual. ’I hope that kid is alright? Ay dios mio, please.’ The explosion gave way to a temporary pause in the brawl and Ram took this opportunity to gather his thoughts. ’We gotta regroup. Channel efforts, overwhelm the heavy hitter first.’ Keeping low, he rushed to the ambulance, just as he heard a sound from the hood of the ambulance. Leaving a spiderweb array of cracks on the windshield, the boy was miraculously not dead. Hell, he even seemed to be okay. Ram reached him, just as he felt a distinct rush of wind, of someone speeding by him.

Ventus ignored Ram as he passed him. ’I’ll leave ‘em for now, and cut to the chase.’ That explosion had thrown him off, seeking cover from it initially. But he neared the girl now, his enhanced speed closing the 30 meter gap in a couple of seconds. She let out a squeal as he grabbed her, but her thrashing was no use.

“Nuh-uh,” he chided her, pinning her arms down, and rushing her to the steps of the bank.

Eve cried out in apparent terror, “Let me go!” Her limbs thrashed and the flurry of her hair was a red mess. As she reached the steps and was thrust to the ground, she glared at him, her eyes glazing over a bit. There was a loud groan that pierced the night, of a large amount of metal being moved. The ambulance a few meters away began to rise in the air a few feet as Evelyn raised her hand slowly, guiding it, causing it to narrowly miss Ram.

He darted over to the paramedic, helping him up. This night was getting severely out of hand. Where the hell was the rest of the emergency services. Quickly he ushered the male from harm.

“Are you okay?” He asked. ”Look, we must take out the fire and lightning man if we want to end this fight. The kid is going to get the other guy, I believe I saw him walk through the ambulance. They’ll try to get the speed demon. Do you have any more of those sedatives or something that we can use? I am not certain how much longer we can dodge him.”

”Oh hell no, you won’t even get the chance,” A voice said behind him, flooding him with dread.

Ren stalked forward, his hand alight with small dancing flames going down the length of his arm. They pooled together, growing and swirling in his arm as he neared the newest obstacle in him completing this heist. The girl seemed solely focused on the ambulance, much to her detriment. Ren didn’t have an abundance of patience, but he was practical. He had to be to survive his line of work. This prevented him from getting to a point of rash and bad decisions. That point had been passed near the beginning of the fight.

“Show’s over, Dollface,” Ren stated as he jutted his hand forward and a torrent of flame issued forth, enveloping Evelyn. She screamed out in shock. A loud squeaking and screeching came from the dropped ambulance. The fire dissipated, leaving a searing hole in her hospital gown, bits of charred flesh already visible and sizzling. She dropped to her knees, arms limp at the side, a weak protest issuing from her lips. Falling face first, she moved no more, a slight smolder issuing from her back.

“We’re closing the curtain on this.”

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Placeholder for archived posts

Will be updated soon.

Tyler's weave is from the dollar store. That is all.

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I just wish to make note to inform everyone that it is our illustrious GM's Birthday today.

Here's to hoping he gets a chance to enjoy it!

@Lord Wraith

I really wish there was a 'Love' option.

@Tyler

Don't wait, bring yourself to orgasm. Be a selfish bottom.

Yeesh, the weather wanted in on the party, obviously.

@Nemaisare

She can step somewhere else next time, I don't do freeloaders!

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HIIIIIIIIE

OKAY so lovelies I have NOT just been drunk these few days. We had a hurricane knock out power in my parents area for about 4 days (pretty much just as I was getting there to visit) So there's that.

ANYWAY I WILL have that post up today. I just have to wait until I get out of work

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Where oh where can Stein be? Where oh where can Stein be? Where oh where can Stein be? Where oh where can he be?

@Lord Wraith

I swear I won't keep saying this but----FUCK grad school is hard. Like, it's the first week, I've got a two page paper and 4 page manuscript to write, 2 chapters to read, and I've got to go through an anthology collection and rate like half the stories, with accompanying markups on why...and then I thought it would be a good idea to work on top of all that.

#GreatIdeasbyStein

I just gotta get into this groove, hun. Don't worry, I can wholly assure you all it's just a compilation of a the end of the month, beginning of a grad career and my upcoming birthday that are messing my schedule up so bad for now

<Snipped quote by Lord Wraith>

After a long night of hooking, trade didn’t like the session. So he had gutted Stein and set him on fire... But Stein didn’t die, bitch! He crystallized! And now he's a Glamazon bitch, ready for the runway!

@Tyler

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

stop reading my life bby! Stoooooop

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Hello lovelies

A couple things:

Hider

I M P U L S E

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^{M A X I N E N A T A L I A F A R A D A Y ◼ 2 0 / 0 6 / 1 9 9 5 ( 2 1 ) ◼ F E M A L E ◼ A S E X U A L}

▼ A P P E A R A N C E:

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^{"The fuck are you looking at?"}

//STATS:

◼ HEIGHT | 5'-6"
◼ WEIGHT | 118 lbs
◼ BUILD | Very thin
◼ EYE COLOUR | Blue
◼ HAIR COLOUR | Blonde (Dyed black)
◼ ETHNICITY | Caucasian

//DESCRIPTION:

Maxine has a striking appearance; her gaunt facial features and piercing blue eyes make her look quite intimidating. The only makeup she wears is heavy eyeliner, and beneath her harsh fringe is a seemingly terminal case of 'chronic bitchface'. Occasionally this facade might crack, allowing a bemused snarl of a smile to curl her lips; this is usually at the expense of someone else. Were she not surrounded by an air of hostility, it would be hard to find Max imposing: she sustains herself on a diet of cigarettes and vodka, and her frame is decidedly frail beneath the oversized black attire she drapes herself in.

▼ B I O G R A P H Y:

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^{"I hated school. Buncha jerks telling smaller jerks what to do."}

Maxine had a rather uneventful youth; the oldest of three children in the reasonably wealthy Faraday family Max was always outshined by her well-behaved and academically brilliant siblings. And whilst they're on track for top-tier jobs after they graduate, Maxine didn't even make it into college; it was much more likely to find Max drinking in bars she wasn't old enough to get into, rather than revising or studying. But as she matures, Maxine has come to regret her past decisions and the obstacles they have created for her in the present.

She was on the cusp of turning twenty when her powers first manifested, and with them came inspiration, motivation and a new lease for life. She's left home in search of purpose, using her magnetic abilities to interfere with crime as best she can - a modern Maverick, of sorts - but never staying in one place long enough to forge any kind of meaningful relationship. After hearing of the incident at the power station in Larissa and suspecting foul play, Maxine has made her way to the city in search of an apartment. Of course, that is, once she has received her monthly allowance.

▼ A B I L I T I E S / S K I L L S:

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^{"I don't got much going for me. My powers are the main attraction."}

//ABILITIES:

▼ MAGNETISM

◼ STAGE 01 | Maxine can manipulate magnetism; that is, she can exert power over magnetic metals. This allows her to attract and repel these materials with relative ease, as well as cause them to levitate with further concentration. This puts her in a position that enables her to use her metallic surroundings in combat, by throwing them or using them as weapons to bludgeon her foes. Similarly, she is able to easily disarm an opponent of any magnetic weaponry they may be wielding; even able to directly affect her foe with her powers, if they are wearing a substantial amount of metal. She can also interfere with most basic technology by exposing it to her magnetic field.

◼ STAGE 02 | As Maxine's powers grow, her powers over magnetism increase, granting her the ability to influence larger objects with greater ease. Furthermore, she becomes able to create magnetic fields, influencing all of the metal around her at once. She has less control when utilising this approach, and thus her attacks are less precise. With greater concentration she can strengthen her magnetic fields to the point that they repel metallic objects, shielding those within it from attacks. This is especially useful for negating sprays of bullets, though the fields are difficult to maintain for extended periods and this power should not be relied on.

//SKILLS:

◼ DECEPTION | Maxine is a pathological liar, and after spending years of snaking her way out of bothersome scenarios, deception has become second nature to her. She is able to remain cool and flippant when interrogated, and is good at keeping tabs on the lies she has told in order to maintain consistency. Through this, Maxine is also good at masking her intents and emotions, and can be very persuasive.

◼ INTIMIDATION | Conversely to her own truth-concealing talents, Max is also rather good at convincing people to do things they might not want to. She utilises her intimidating nature and cruel apathy to extract secrets from her victims, or persuade them to part with belongings.

◼ SELF DEFENCE | She might not be all that strong, but Maxine should not be underestimated. A life of frequenting bars in the seedier sides of town has taught her to always have her guard up, and she is always ready to fend off anyone who might attack her. She wields a concealed knife at all times, beneath her baggy clothes, that she can whip out in seconds - and she knows how to use it.

//LIMITATIONS:

Maxine's abilities are limited by the fact that they naturally only affect magnetic materials. They can be nullified entirely by removing these materials from the environment, or using stronger magnetic equipment to overpower her abilities. She is especially vulnerable to artificially generated electromagnetic fields, which she finds difficult to perform within. Her abilities also take a great deal of concentration to use properly, and leave her mentally and physically taxed after performing large feats. She is limited also by the dimension of her target: in the same way that she cannot move an entire football field, she is also unable to magnetically affect microscopic traces of metal, such as the iron in ones blood. Additionally, she is constrained by distance: she can only affect magnetic objects within the range of her magnetic fields, which at this point in time is her immediate vicinity.

//WEAKNESSES:

Maxine's primary weaknesses lay in the ease of which her powers can be interfered with, and the physical toll that using them takes upon her body. This is largely because she is physically very weak, and whilst she can probably hold her own against another individual, she would quite easily be trumped by a group without her powers. Without her powers, she would also stand very little chance against another Hype.

▼ M O T I V A T I O N / O B J E C T I V E:

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^{"We argue a lot, sure. But my folks are pretty cool."}

The Faraday family was reasonably rich, and as an only child for much of her youth, Maxine was a bit of a brat. As she ventured into her teens, and younger siblings had been birthed, this brattish nature gave way to a spirit of rebellion and teenaged anarchy. She thrived in misbehaving and enjoyed doing things with the sole intent of pissing off her folks. And whilst she was raising Hell, her siblings managed to outshine her in every aspect of their lives. Now that she's older, Maxine struggles to shake off the bad-girl image she spent years creating - not least because it allows her to hide her Hyperhuman gifts from her family. Beneath the tough-bitch facade is a young woman who wants nothing more than for her parents to be proud of her, and what better way than to earn their approval than by saving lives?

@Tyler

1.) I like her, she's definitely interesting and difficult in best possible ways. I don't know why, but for some reason I get the most vague reminder of Lisbeth Salander from the Girl With the Dragon Tattoo series.

She's accepted, hunty.

2.) I'm going to be putting up the IC soon. The first post might likely be a condensed recap of where we've been.

3.) I have not forgotten that post! I apologize for the delay, my company stayed a bit longer than I meant

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| NAME(S): |

Miles Alexander Bergeron

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Really just Miles, or Milaminute when he’s telling a story.​

| ALIAS(ES): |

PsycheOut​

| D.O.B.: |

10/10/2001

| AGE: |

15

| SEX: |

Nope

| SEXUALITY: |

Asexual

| APPEARANCE: |

Now coming to the tail end of his second round of that awkward “teenage development”, Miles is still adjusting to his latest growth spurt (standing at 5’8”). He’s more on the slender side, weighing in at around 120. His hazel eyes are typical filled with mirth and it’s quite easy to make him laugh. Fashion alludes him, even though his older cousin Illani has tried her best to help the poor kid out. He typically sticks to colored tees and fitted pants, ideal attire for getting into after-school shenanigans. ​

| ABILITIES/SKILLS: |

Magipsychic Energy Manipulation

On the night of November 17, 2013 Miles snuck into his Grandfather’s study, searching for things he shouldn’t have been. Magical objects lined the wall but he made a beeline for a simple yet elegant crystal pyramid known as the Crystallis Memora. Upon placing his hands on it, such concentrated magic, Miles reacted to it. His dormant Minerva Hype (Pyschometry and Vague Aura Reading) gene was activated in response, flooding him with his grandfather’s memories. The trauma was such that his own magic was activated in defense, mingling with his hype gene, it threw up a psychic defense: a magic empowered psychic manifestation that shielded him from the expulsion of magic defense that was sent out from the Crystallis Memora.

“Sticky Hands” - Primarily, Miles is able to generate psychic extensions of his own hands. His control over the hands allows him to enlarge them about roughly the size of a couch. He can use these hands to grab things, swat enemies and the like. He can only extend the “Sticky Hands” to about 10 feet and he can only produce two of them, stemming from his fists. Though they don’t feel pain, if they were to be severed or cleaved, Miles would feel it.

“Dome Time” - By expelling psychic and magic energy at once, Miles is able to quickly “harden” it, creating a barrier to block physical attacks and psychic attacks. It doesn’t do well against most psychic attacks as of now, while Miles still has a way to go. As for the physical attacks, it can withstand multiple rounds of bullets. However, Miles can generally only hold the dome for about 120 seconds. 60 seconds if he widens it accommodate more people.

“Fitz” - is the name Miles would come to call his initial manifestation of energy that saved him that night. Since then, Miles has only been able to generate a full Fitz twice, and both situations left him unconscious for a day. Fitz stands at about 6 and a half feet and encompasses Miles. In this form, Fitz is able to expel a limited number of psionic-magic blasts before his form is compromised. He is highly durable and mobile, but Miles is hard-pressed to hold his form for more than 5 minutes. him was a Magipsychic Energy manifestation. The name is mainly his way of describing what he can do in one term. Fitz has shown no external sentience besides Miles’ own. Miles is unconscious while Fitz is in full form and should he be woken, Fitz disappears immediately. He can typically only be woken by mental means as noises don’t affect him.

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It sucks when you know exactly where you went wrong. That one decision that led to This, and from This you wound up with That. That put you There and without a care you end up Here. November 17th, 2013. ’In front of this damn crystal. Always this crystal. I know this black, this dark. Why am I still afraid?’ Does the knowing make it better? I don’t think it does.

’I just wanted to learn the secrets of magic like the rest of the Bergeron family. My family’. Which is admirable, a man for the family, right? Especially when as a member of this Magni family, you still hadn’t shown any magical inclinations. No knowledge of the denotation of magic. ’It’s her fault. I can’t help thinking it and feeling certain of it. It’s her fault for making me a half-breed. Some human and Homo Magnus combination….. But she tried her best, gave unconditional love to a child ostracized by the rest of the Bergeron family in Louisiana. And a father who had left before the pee on the stick could even turn blue. But even with no husband, being a mother was always at the forefront of her mind.

’Life was awesome, before 10. Always her and me and Cousin Bebe. Any day was a new adventure, and I knew was that our family was supposed to be a special one because we were on of the first free black families. That’s what they always told us. Why couldn’t they have just told us the truth? I could have started to learn earlier maybe. Something that wouldn’t have put me….here…’ But a Bergeron child displays magic 7, on average. 5 if they are gifted and 10 if they’re a late bloomer. And then there are the Others, the Others that never do. Only a few in the history of Bergeron, but their lives are something to be dreaded. ’Dreaded heavily, as I soon came to find out. I just wanted to get away, I didn’t care at first. But the Bergeron family wouldn’t accept another “failure”. How do you excommunicate a child? From a family? And...I could see how much it hurt my mom. I couldn’t do that to her. I never imagined...

Oh that imagination. Overactive, always creating a scenario, an imaginary friend. Some that lasted longer than others. The boy with the mind that could go a lightyear a minute, the family always said. They had such high hopes in that imagination, that wonderment. Second only to that uncanny intuition for reading people. Maybe it meant the birth of another prodigy. Then age 5 went by, while 7 slinked over the hill 2 years later and 10 didn’t want rear its head of reality. But I guess not even the greatest can halt the flow of time.

’And that’s when they saw I was one of the Others. The smiles disappeared, uncles stopped clapping me on the back, aunts were hard pressed to invite me to family birthdays and even my cousins looked at me a little sideways. I hated it.’ Endured it for 2 years, until enough had passed enough and was starting to trickle into the realm of violent resentment. ’Because no matter how hard I tried to learn it, magic just wouldn’t come to me. And I got to wonderin’...wonderin’ and plottin’. And that’s when Grandpa Remy-Lou’s Crystallis Memora started tinkling just a bit brighter. None of the other cousin’s knew what it was really for. But I figured it out and he told me years back.

Everything that he’s ever learned and experienced, as the current Patriarch of the family. Passed down to the next, and so on. He’d been prepping it for the next heir. There it sat, in the midst of his study, deceived as a forgotten simple decoration. ’It was better that way, he said. That way no one would ever suspect it. And I got curious. Just one touch, was all. Maybe I could learn his trick, see his cheats...but I didn’t expect...I didn’t expect the pain. So many flashes of the hurt. That anger, pain, death...so many people. And then, nothing. But it’s okay to not remember. Sometimes, it’s even better that way.

’Curiosity killed the cat, but what if there was never any satisfaction to bring it back. What happens to it then, my little sly friend. What are you left with?’

You’re left with you and me.

| MOTIVATION/OBJECTIVE: |

Since leaving the Bergeron family, Miles has actually experienced a sense of freedom. He’s an intelligent kid and an innocently presumptuous one at that, he just wants to help and on another level, he wants to prove himself. Become something the Bergeron family never expected.

| SUPPORTING CAST: |

WIP So Far:

-Claire Bergeron: Miles’ mother. A magni herself, she sealed her powers in a vow of solitude with her son when their family attempted to Ex-Communicate him. Now that Miles is older, she’s debating telling him this information.

-Belina-Brooks “Bebe” Jackson: Miles’ cousin and childhood friend.

-Ilani Marie Jackson: Miles’ older cousin. She’s more like an older sister, having lived with him and his mother for a few years.

| REFERENCE POST(S): |

.....my intro to Rise of the Mavericks should probably be weight enough. XoXo

| NOTES: |

I think me and Ray-J could be friend, if we ain’t love the same bitch
Yeah he mighta hit it first, only problem is I’m rich (I’m rich).