#hellsxnleashed

and now you see me going like you did last night hehehehe.

hellsxnleashed Allison loved tattoos. As an artist, and she supposed in a lesser extent as a Lantern, any representation of creativity appealed to her. A tattoo meant that you had enough willpower to let an artist poke you with a needle again and again and again. "So," she spoke, "which is your favorite?"

well, then :P

lol I know, I just yell whatever I feel is necessary for the situation. mostly, it's for Skyrim and for the emperor.

Anybody owed anything will get it tomorrow when, hopefully, Paige is more.... willing to work with me? XD If not tomorrow, since I don't know how much sleep I'm getting tonight I'll get you all Thursday, I swear! Night night!

The Irishman lightly snorted as the door behind him was slammed shut, knowing the cop who pushed him into the cell was pissed off from his antics from earlier. “Hmph. Goes ta show that people just can’t have fun these days…” He mumbled under his breath, glancing over his partner in crime as he snickered a bit at the glare she was sending at the guards now. “Ta be honest, ah think we did go a bit too far with that fake murder scene…But how were we ta know they’d call tha cops on us for public disturbance?”

"Let me go!" Saraya barked, squrming against the officers who had hold of her, her feet not even touching the ground as they brought her to her cell. Once they’d managed to get her cuffs off they unceremoniously shoved her inside the room causing her to trip over her own feet, not even taking notice of the blonde woman who sat up on one of the bunk beds in curiosity to stare at her as the door was slid shut and locked behind her. "Bloody gits…" She muttered to herself as she began brushing herself off.