Strawberry0020

3 days ago: Huffing bewildered laughter, he rolled his eyes. His thick hand cupped her porcelain face as he neared his to it. His vibrant eyes curtain by a heavy line of thick lashes, he pressed his lips her hers solemnly, making it more than a cute peck.

3 days ago: His grin growing soft and warm at ease, he cocked his head off to the side, the dimples bringing a small, cute smile on his face.
"Sure thing..." he said.

3 days ago: "Hhhhh..." Drew sighed. "Fine." he said neutrally, though he was feeling really giddy with victory. "After I wash the smell of this spring roll off'a my nuts." he said plainly, pushing her chocolatey hair off of her forehead and kissing her head with a light chuckle.

3 days ago: The Boss snapped his fingers at her impatiently.
"Focus 88!" he snarled.
Dante sat up a little more straight.
"Calm the fuck down and leave her alone. If she doesn't know, she doesn't know. You don't need to yell at her, you dolt." he hissed, rolled his eyes and sighing.
The same little paperweight hit him in the head again.
"Ow!" Dante yelped.
"Shut up." The Boss commanded bluntly.
"Fine, Mr. Six-Nine." Dante muttered under his breath.
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dreaming, grey eyes finally opening, she looked up at the raining debris, the hot ashes taking vice in the air and falling like snow as they occasionally stung her skin. She winced as squeezed her eyes shut again, the piercing pain from Seth's heat-born remedy working its way into her torn flesh. Her fingers digging into the torn fibers of his shirt, she felt like she couldn't owe these people enough. She was still stuck on that godforsaken island, but he and the others got her further than she had ever gotten herself.
I owe you one... her mind echoed to him gently.
She had never been held that way by anyone since she was a little kid. It felt strange in a way, yet really warm and comforting, even with all of madness surrounding him. Remembering the tag on the little girl's over-sized lab coat, she wondered:
Where's Number 23?
Her colorlessly grey eyes weakly shifted around weary from pain, noticing that the girl was no where to be seen.

3 days ago: The tall bald guy led Jack into his an office with a few other officials who had been waiting for questioning. Renee and Jimmy were already drilled with same questions earlier. All they could really count on was Jack telling the truth. Eyeing Jack as she watched him and the officer leave she took out her phone. Absolutely no signal.
((Time Skip?))
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"Ptuh." Drew said. "Naw, naw, naw. I don't want to infest you with my smelliness." he said obnoxiously in a stubborn in a mocking tone.
"And stop with the big words. You sound like Daniel, and I'm really confused."
English never never his best subject.

3 days ago: Renee and Jimmy were waiting in the room with Timothy a tall, bald man in uniform waiting on Jack.
"Are you Jack?" he asked.
Not really caring too much for an answer, he escorted him.
"Off the floor, kid. You're needed for questioning."
Renee, worry painted on her face as she saw her brother and Jack enter the room, she hoped that he could read her face.
Just do what he says, and things will be alright. she said, her eyes pacing through the wired, glass window.
~.°•*»*•°.~'
Fate blinked at him plainly and soon cracked up in laughter.
"Oh, wow . Well I never have either." she knew it was probably going to turn out shitty and possibly lopsided since they didn't really have any buckets or molds, but it sounded amusing to find out the outcome. Her laughter simmering down, she grinned and shifted her weight back on her hands as she relaxed a little.
Picking herself up steadily, and facing the water, she pumped both of her fists up in the air and howled.
"Less' do et!" she said in a lousy Spanish accent. "To the shore, biotch."
Oblivious to the fact that she was still naked and shouting, she ran over to the water, scooping up sticky globs of wet sand into her hands collectively like a dope.
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Daniel, standing at the end of the hallway, pitched his hearty, old man giggle and continued on his way in his housecoat, as he drank his coffee. Drew, noticing him there, flashed all shades of bright oranges, and pinks. It was ironic how he was always there when something embarrassing happened to him.
"Well! I blame the chick who violated my pants with a spring roll full of soy sauce and and shrimp!" he retorted, clearly baffled.
Bashfully he folded his arms across his chest.
Why do girls hates me so...?
First the was Tawny behind the series of pranks, then there was Fate with her logical insults, and then there was Dee who shoved and spring roll under his sack and shot him a raunchy remark as well. He was going to get them all back one day...
When he could finally learn to not piss off girls that were way smarter than him.

Yup. Impossible.

4 days ago: "False. It was spring roll." Drew retorted, spinning around and locking her wrists into his hands.
"Neh neh... I won!" he teased, linking her fingers and kissing her nose.

4 days ago: Drake sighed.
"Whatever, man." he said, shrugging. "My sister would whoop my ass if I made you go alone anyways. And besides, we're all about the team effort thing."
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Fate, snapped out of her ponders blinked at him, eyeing him with an equally blunt stare. Laughing hopelessly she shrugged.
"I dunno. What do you wanna do?" she asked, tilting her head off to the side a little with smile.
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"OH! IN YOUR FACE!" Drew howled, snatching her up close and crushing his lips to her face. He soon turned his back on her and wiggled his butt at her.
"I won. I won. I woooooooon~!" he sang backing into her playfully. "In yo' face~! AWWWL Up in yo' face!"

4 days ago: Her eyes cracked faintly, still unable to see anything, her grey eyes sat buried beneath her long, black hair as she they failed to open completely. Her shoulder aching kept her from resting peacefully, but the unknown arms wrapped around her gave her some sort of comfort. The eerie stench of death and wild screaming soon open up her senses, though she ll believe it all to be a dream. The only other feeling she felt besides danger and pain was warmth. A single tear fell sideways down her face, coating her temple before falling into her hair. She was panicking quietly as she murmured back at who she assumed to be only other person that could read her thoughts and share energy.
"Seth." she whimpered. "I-It hurts."
She winced, sharp pain wedging through her shoulder, the warmth beginning to heal it steadily.

The little girl, Snow stood there, her face clueless. There was so much blood. That poor lady tired to help her and those mean guards shot her. Her big, angelic, angel eyes shimmered as tears rested in them. An old beaten up teddy bear in her tiny, thin arms, she hugged it and began screaming as tears burned down her cheeks. Her eyes soon fell asunder to complete whiteness as her tear began to run black. Curling up and falling to her knees, the dark silhouette of a tall man in a suit stood over her. She sobbed as he knelt down and scooped her into his lap as his human form began to appear, cradling her safely. Hushing her and patting her back, he listened to her tiny, inaudible whispers. He ducked his head low enough for his messy, black hair to banner over his blood-red eyes. He chanted, guards soon beginning to drop like flies in terror, turning against each other. Snow shook in his arms, cuddling against his chest, listening to his words of security as the energy came out as evil. Crying, the violence grew worse and worse.
"Snow, be nice, baby girl. These bad men can't hurt you while I'm here." he said. He was a nameless man, but he had been there for her from the day she was born. He was a man from the shadows and his main reasoning for his soul returning to earth from hell was her. Snow was the center of her universe...
She sniffled quietly as her crying began to stop. The darkness spilling from her began to die down as the killing spree stopped.
"Now get up." the nameless man said, standing up and pulling her back up on her scrawny legs.
"Run."
Eyeing the tall man still holding the lady, she hesitated to.
"Snow, darling what's wrong?"
She wiped her cold, wet face with the sleeve of her over-sized lab coat and kept her glance fixed on Lanie and Seth.
"Help them first." she commanded.
"As you wish, my princess."
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The Boss' face beating red in furry, he anticipated for an answer, taking a long sigh. Dante grinned at Alice, snickering, his jade-green eyes flashing amusement.
Embarrassing the Warden's bitch in front of others sure was fun.

4 days ago: "Admit it!" he snapped playfully, his finger working into her skin quicker.