#whiskerdick

whiskerdick

Being a “daddy’s girl”something that is every girls greatest desire. To be spoiled, waited on hand and foot, to get anything they want. Well unless your father was a notorious crime boss, and things just go south when a simple misunderstanding ends up with some guy dead in an alleyway. It also means never being allowed to go anywhere on your own, and having to learn how to sneak out. Even if Remmy was an A+ student who never got in trouble

Remington Parkers father, who was the head of the Parker family wasn’t exactly a strict man. He had few rules, and expected her to follow them. The first was never leave the the house alone, and the second was to never, ever interact with someone of the Namikaze/Uzumaki family. One night, after Remmy had been told no to going out, she decided sneaking out was the best way to go. She only wanted to go to the library and store anyways, and no one knew who she was, what was the harm?

"It hurts to look so much like you but be so much smarter…"

❝Aw! C'mon Menma! You know it's going to be awesome with this many cakes! We could even start a food fight or something, ya know?❞

"Oh...gee....that's.... way too much information."

The girl sighed.  She knew that she shouldn't have hung around Menma when he was drinking.

The smoke still hung heavy in the air, and the blood staining the grass still shone red in the evening sun. The scent of gunpowder made Jun's eyes water - she must have just missed this scuffle. Though scuffle may have been the wrong word , she noted dryly as she stepped gingerly over a severed arm still attached to a chunk of ribcage, both blackened by the bomb blast that had no doubt caused the grisly injury. The bulk of the fighting had taken place in the trees above, as was evident by the bodies (and their miscellaneous parts) still suspended precariously in the branches above. The thick undergrowth would prove to be a challenge, she had no doubt, as even now thorns and buzzing insects sought her skin. 

She had only begun combing through the brush for corpses when she noticed something odd - a bloody silhouette pressed into the grass by a body that had obviously been there, and the track it had left in the earth as it had been dragged away. Someone had been here before her, it seemed.

Cautious, the corpse carrier began to follow the shallow groove the corpse's weight had left in the dust, wary that a bounty hunter may have beaten her to the bodies- 

Jun stopped at the edge of the treeline, startled in part by the sudden loss of cover as a small glade opened up before her, and in part by its occupants: one of whom was her missing body.