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ic asks have been sent to the following:

jeongguk

boa

conquest

(moon) hyuna

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{ * -- raises a brow } you make it sound like a bad thing-- { * -- sighs and flicks raven-wing hair over her shoulder, fingers fiddling with the strands } -- and then ask to come with, next sentence? { * -- tsks } war, sweet war-- i think it's in two weeks.  { * -- gaze flickers to the space above war's head, looking for affirmation in the face of a familiar spectre } yeah, two weeks-- sweet jesus, will you ever stop complaining?  it's not that bad--you're still tiny, but cute-- { * -- chews the inside of her cheek, reaching over to cup the woman's face, fingers slipping to her chin to turn it over } decent cheekbones and jaw, nice nose and eyes-- { * -- smirks } i did the best i could with the supplies present. { * -- drops hand } 

                                                 » touche, dear lady death—you catty ass fuck. «  she grins, carding painted nails through dark locks absently as round eyes flick over the woman’s stature, the toe of stilettos scraping against concrete unheedingly » but at least i don’t have monthly tanning appointments. « teases with a ghost of a wicked grin twisting on matte red lips. » when is that next appointment, anyway? maybe i’ll join you this time — it’s not like i can get any more dissatisfied with this fucking body. «

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i feel like i've seen war and death before. were you in fc originally?

yup!  since this rp is a revamp of fc, i just pulled death over from there.  she left delicious, sizzling syria and came to genosha to look for spares to stuff in eden’s back deep freezer (so if they die and their bodies are totally busted—ex. war’s old body—there’s something to sit in).  but yeah, words aside, these are muses from march of this year, haha.    

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like you haven't ruined that new head of yours with your ashy streaks either, dumbfuck. {* -- corner of her mouth quirks into a shiteating grin }

                      » calm down, drama queen. before your hair turns white again. «

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like this if you want a message (and therefore random ass interaction) with death!

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gmxwar started following you

you run with a bitch for god knows how many years and they pull this

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Drive your son like a railroad spike (Into the water, let it pull him under) Don’t you lift him, let him drown alive (The good Lord speaks like a rolling thunder)

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(. works in graveyard )

{ * �� amusement shapes the twitching curve of her plum lips, an idle hand passes through dark, dark hair; it’s all too funny, the thought of her dongsaeng working amongst the dead, but it doesn’t surprise her either—she finds no need to ask reginald to doublecheck. hot cigarette smoke pumps down her throat, riddled ritalin sight looking for a familiar figure, devilish eyes curving when they meet the sight.  she throws the burning cylinder to the ground, wrist lazily tracing circles as she bids for a simple, post hallow’s eve prank— with prompt speed, a rotting, suited hand grips the male’s ankle.  death jerks her chin forward, cheshire’s grin extending } ‘sup, squirt.