Aug 13, 2014
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I don't trust her, I'll need to find out about her real identity soon, and of course make sure that she won't figure out mine. I just don't trust her...
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Send me a Ø for an inner monologue my character has had about yours.
I don't trust her, I'll need to find out about her real identity soon, and of course make sure that she won't figure out mine. I just don't trust her...
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❈✿❅ ((Can I send more than one? Whatever. Have three. I'm very interested to see what you have to say.))
❈ - ideal birthday
Ohhh boy. Jason stopped caring for his birthday a long time ago, and missing two of them (his birthday was coming up when he died, and he wasn’t thrown into the Pit until at least a year later) only worsened his opinion of them. He hasn’t imagined an ideal one in a while. If he did bother thinking about it…spending the day with Talia or Alfred would be nice. Alfred would be preferred, because omg homemade cake yes please and he'd made Jason's birthdays at the Manor memorable.
✿ - laugh
Well, he’s been smoking for years, so… His laugh is deep and hoarse/raspy, just like his speaking voice. He’s more inclined to chuckle or snicker than actually laugh, and his smile is crooked as always.
❅ - keeping warm/keeping cool techniques
Keeping warm: For the most part, he relies on his leather jackets and thick fuzzy coats. If he’s going to be at a stakeout, he’ll grab his hand-warmers. He loves hot chocolate and he’s convinced that warms him up, but technically speaking, it doesn’t (SCIENCE!!!). If he has a decent heater, then he doesn’t really do much else inside, because he prefers to avoid waking up tangled in blankets. If the heater is broken/doesn't exist, then he’ll either suck it up and pile on the blankets or awkwardly wear a coat to bed. Regardless, he usually has a thin blanket draped over him.
Keeping cool: If he’s outside, he rarely leaves any skin uncovered (long-sleeves, high collars, long pants), but he actually runs rather cold, so the heat doesn’t bother him nearly as much. If he’s inside, he'll just walk around in his boxers and sit in front of the fan.
67 ((For the angst thing. I'm working on the drafts I owe you, promise. It's just taking awhile because my muse is being impossibly stubborn.))
67. “There has to be another way!”
Cas looked at Obsidian as she heard the explosion near by. The fire was consuming the place and she was stuck there with a piece of the building through her. "There is no other way O. Get the hell out of here and I'll be fine. I promise. I won't be gone for long." she smiled. That smile was the best she could put up trying to get here friend out of there before the building collapsed. She knew if she died, She would later come back, but who knows if she would even remember her friend. But she wasn't going to tell Obsidian that, she wasn't going to hurt her more. "Leave go now!" she yelled pushing Obsidian out of the way as a wall fell crushing Cas underneath. The smoke clouded the air making it impossible to breath. Cas was dead not all that was could be seen was the red puddle from underneath the rubble oozing out of the corpse that was formally Cas.
nightblackblade was spotted
"Identify yourself."
Late late late || Hogwarts AU || Closed || nightblackblade
She was quickly pulling on her robe tying her godforsaken tie as she ran down the stair holding on to her books in her charmed bag. Cas ran into Obsidian as she was still tying the tie she couldn't manage to tie properly. "Obsidian tie, tie for me please. And I'm late late late." she panicky hissed. The slytherin green striped tie was in a bundle of knots around her neck, bouncing on her feet nervously waiting for Obsidian to fix her problem for her.
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"I just keep running into you." ((Hi.))
"Yes, and it's awfully suspicious."
@ (Hi again. What's up?)
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36:Preppy and Punk!AU
Bunny,with a black sleeveless jack with with a dark green shirt under it,had on a jeans that was torn up a bit and black shoes,There was a lip jewel on the corner of his lip since he though it was cool but kinda got dared into having one, was leaning against the wall with his arms folded as he did he was watches the people walk pass him since he was a bit bored and had nothing else to do might as well stand there
((Hi ^^ and nothing much just chilling =v=))
ϟ (A random thought about Obsidian... This should be interesting. Maybe even amusing.)
God O you're adorable, can I put can ears on you.