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Gutter Glamour
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- I am Down for Whatever
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- Me, Myself, and I
- Oh, mercy me. God bless catastrophe.
"We can't live if we're too afraid to die."
It's a lock, stock and barrel battlefield.
With a battery acid appetite for turbulence, she's a ready lie with no alibi. Her shrapnel antics are propped by gun-metal grins and obscene anthems. "Fuck" and fist. Brass-knuckled sucker punches, you're a kiss away from her violent intimacy. Dodging blows and delivering. She goes, oh no. Walking a path painted with skid-marks and soundtracked by battle cries, she scrapes by society with rubber malice and gritted indentation. Slanged and slung with a lazy slur; quick to quip and retort with a treason tongue -- her's is a dictionary of copyright and trademark. "Slore." The mission bells are ringing, ear-plugged and echoing off the walls of her own storage unit. Locked tight, no key. - Gutter Glamour.
- A train wreck; just a psychotic girl with her head stapled on straight.
Virus marrow and a carcass of inked detail; it's frame-work for anything tattered and battered. Stitched at the seams, she's a plastered creation of reliable deniability. Sinew structure, smoke and glass guts -- she'll taste like Marlboro and booze. She'll smell like destruction and agony. A soldier in a whiplash war; knee-cap crushin' and limb bruisin', bodies are busted -- she's taking out the trash. Black plastic in the shape of a corpse. Wasteland Warrior. It doesn't mean a thing.
The grass isn't greener on the other side. - Sick City. Antidote.
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http://reform.t83.net/ - Note:
- I've been out of the game for months now, but ready to get back to writing. I am up for E-mail posting for now, just to get started. I can promise a post or a few, a day. They will be good posts, I can promise you that. It could turn into live play though, if you help make it happen. If you're interested, let me know. An IM or an email will get the job done. I'll get back to you pretty quick. It will be worth your time. Really.
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Name's Christina. You can call me Chris. Female, 21+. Not looking for IM drama. Character drama is inevitable. I am okay with that. Don't dick me around, I am here to play. Take it serious or I will move on. If you don't want to play with me, then don't. My feelings will not be hurt. At all.
IM me, work with me, chat with me, play with me. IM RP? No. Rooms, please. Public and private. I like SL's. And I like random play. I like plot, story, long term. But I can also go into a room and just play for the hell of it.
Quantity is not as important as quality. But I can pull off both, quite nicely. I would prefer your slower, more thought out posts over a hurried mess. Bring some good shit to the table. Hate, drama, violence, love, flirting, friendship, comedy(love me some comical fuckin' RP), sex (Yes, I will play it. But not any random shit just so you can get off. It has to be part of the story and actually make sense.) A combination of any. Whateva' ya got. I'm ready. But let it all be intelligently played.
Remember, it's supposed to be fun.0 Comments 150 weeks
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Here's to hookers and blow in 2012
Things to think of, but not touch for the next three-hundred and sixty six days
Yes, Virginia. It is a leap year.
I'm fairly sure you're still the same tattooed hard-ass you've always been.
But here's hoping the new year brings you support.
Like a new set o' bones.
Someone still owes me on hell of a bloody lip. Don't start making hollow threats now... people will think you've gone soft.
((It has come to my understanding that the power of Christ is in the tattoos. Revelation shared ::bows:: Peace!))
The word you were looking for last night was "poseur". And I was right, it is French in origin. You owe me a fucking beer. And I'll be collecting on that tonight. You know the place.
Best sister EVER. Hands down. I'll fuck a bitch up who says otherwise.
voicemail: who the FUCK is this? related? you must be mistaken. -hollow laughter.-