W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ IN PAIN ✖ DAY 25 ※ 4/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/16/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ HOSPITAL [/url]Hay Sun had never been shot before, but she had broken a few bones, gotten a few deep cuts and gashes. Honestly, it wasn't so bad. It was more stinging and aching than anything else. And singeing, and burning. Okay, so maybe it did hurt like hell. ❝I don't want to go to a hospital.❞ she firmly said to Cass and Red. ❝I want to kill Israfil.❞ She could barely walk on her own without hopping on one leg, so she wasn't really going anywhere fast. ❝Jun Tae knows how to treat a bullet wound . . .❞ she said out loud, though it was more of a thought than anything else. Who knew where he was, though, and it was doubtful he'd even come to help her. Yeah, family definitely sucked ass. It made her think of the time when she lived in Paradise and had been shot by a human with an obsidian bullet. That was so many years ago, before Lucy when rogue and landed on the Heaven-shitlist. Coughing a laugh, she remembered trying to kill him with the same bullet he'd pulled out of her wound. Yeah . . . That had ended well. ❝Don't be such pansies,❞ she said with a cough, spitting out a little saliva, ❝W - We need to find shelter, and then we can w - wrap up my leg.❞ It was insisted on that they go to a hospital, even though they were kind of shady as fuck. Three naked young ladies off the streets of Rome, body painted. At first, there were no questions asked, and Hay Sun was treated immediately, even though she struggled and almost killed three of the nurses, two of which were large men. Clothing had been provided for Red and Cass, and to their surprise, they weren't really ID'd, which was one of the things the hospital said would be elaborated on later, when . . . when the police came. Hay Sun didn't want to go to the hospital for a reason. ❝We can't stay here.❞ she told the other two some few hours later after being treated. The anesthetics they put her on where making her drowsy, and she was dozing off before she knew it.
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W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ IRATE ✖ DAY 25 ※ 3/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/16/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ ROME, ITALY [/url]Still not able to move quite as freely as she wanted to, a critical, cautious eye turned on the approaching group of men, who then put accessories on them. Red got a cape, Cass got a jacket, and she got a mask. She didn't care for it, but at least Red and Cass were covered . . . kind of. When they were done, the three of them were separated, and Hay Sun was handed off to the largest of the asswipes. She coughed a laugh; did they think this big lug could really restrain her once she got her bearings again? Man, this room was full of dumbasses. She glanced over to Red and Cass to see if they were okay so far. A distraction . . . she thought to herself, barely paying attention to her forced partner. From her mind's eye, she took in the whole of the ballroom. The orchestra pit, the buffet, the setup of dining tables, and the area where they were all dancing. Colorful, velvet curtains waterfell down the walls and in between the tall pillars that held the room up. Cloth is flammable. Hay Sun blinked. She would need a few minutes of mental and physical preparation. ❝So, I hear that you're a rowdy girl,❞ Hay Sun wrenched her neck to look up at her taller, larger partner, ❝I think that that is a great trait for a woman to have. It gives her spunk and a wild spirit.❞ From under the mask, Hay Sun raised an eyebrow and gave him a look that read Are you serious. His hands laid against her bare, painted skin and she sighed, wanting to chop them off. He continued to talk, and she just couldn't believe this guy. What was he being nice to her for? Flirting, even. she wanted to shred his tongue and rip out his vocal cords so that he could stop being a fake asshole. Tiberius, he said his name was. She rolled her eyes. ❝Mickey.❞ she replied curtly, taking a few deep breaths. Just a little while longer . . . She didn't want to talk to him, so she simply closed her eyes and let him lead. Her mind traveled elsewhere, to someone who she actually liked a lot more. Hay Sun felt bitter at that situation, and bitter towards both Gabriel and Micheal to the point where she wanted to riot. Fucking Pretty Boy being her knight in shining armor, not that he could ever stop following her around, not even when she was in Paradise as a male herself, or throughout the other lives she had led as both sexes. Where had they cast him, she wondered? She had promised herself that when, or even before, this was all over, she would find him and beat the living shit out of him for having no damned sense. She also wanted to take a whack at Lucifer, that stupid idiot . . . She counted how many times the two of them had fought in the past and how many times he had killed her. Her first nightmare of each rebirth after a death by his hands was always how he killed her. Lucy had put her through a lot of shit over the millennia, safe to say. . . . She sighed. She hated the lot of them, but at the end of the day, they were all family. Can't choose your family. After the extensive amount of thought, Hay Sun opened her pale eyes once more, feeling ready enough. She gave no forewarning to anyone, but her eyes focused on the left side of the room that she was currently facing, and her body temperature began to rise until she could feel the singe of her partner's skin, and then fwip. Some of the curtains were suddenly on fire. She almost felt bad because they were close to the orchestra and all of those precious instruments would be ruined, but they would add fuel. People began to start panicking and people were already moving to contain the fire. Uriel wasn't having that. She stumbled over to a table and placed her hands on it, then moved away. For a moment, nothing seemed to happen, and then it spontaneously combusted. She did the same to a few other tables as well, but no one seemed to be paying attention to her in their wracked panic. Weaving through the crowd, Hay Sun haphazardly made her way over to Red, pulling her to the side and gripping her hand tightly. Through the thickening haze of the smoke, she strained her eyes to find Cass, and when she did, she piggy-backed naked Red and basically samba'd her way over to the other girl as fast as she could ( lolnotreally ), and when she reached Cass, she shoved her partner away and then dragged both girls to a more secluded area of the set-on-fire room. ❝There's your distraction,❞ Hay Sun said over the ruckus of chaos around them, ❝Now what? We seriously need to get out of here. I can stop the fire whenever I want, but it's our only cover.❞ And yes, only she could stop this fire, considering it was her own making and glowed a strange teal color.
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ IRATE ✖ DAY 25 ※ 3/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/16/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ UNKNOWN [/url]Red had irked Hay Sun with her laughter, but there wasn't much of a chance to reply when other things began to happen. It wasn't like she fucking knew in the first place about them never really having that ability in the first place. She made a mental note to chew the soulless ginger out later. There was a thought; freeing herself from the bonds by raising her body temperature to ridiculous degrees that would burn anything. Some fucking annoying douche had started laughing and talking to them, and revealed that they were drugged; it would explain why she felt so sluggish, but it was a little odd that she wasn't terribly effected. Was she supposed to be grateful? This situation was looking more ****** by the second. ❝You're a rowdy one. It'll be fun to break you.❞ Goosebumps grew on her skin as foreign fingers ghosted over her neck. She almost, almost, almost tilted her head down to bite them off. The blindfold was removed. Breaking her? What a fucking joke. Like anyone could break her, the Judge of souls entering Paradise – if anything, it was the complete opposite. What a fucking laugh. The door of the dark room slid open and Hay Sun blinked her pale eyes a few times to adjust to the light. When she could see well enough, there were people . . . watching them. Jesus Christ. What a bunch of fucking perverts – and she thought Sam was bad. Disgusting, hungry faces met her eyes and their disgusting smiles. Some of them would have been attractive if the situation was more desirable, and she'd even be willing to fuck a few of them to get out of this place, but hell, being trapped was not how she wanted this to go down. Red started with slurred words and Hay Sun couldn't help but roll her eyes when the redhead looked her way. Was that supposed to intimidate them? If only she could let loose. These bastards would fucking regret ever being born. When Cass began to cry, it yanked at Hay Sun's rarely-used heartstrings and she sighed heavily. C'mon you guys, pull your shit together . . . Fucking hell, this was awful. ❝Pull your shit together, ladies.❞ she said to the both of them, though the drugs had made her speech just a little incoherent, which was annoying as hell. Fire lit, quite literally, in Hay Sun's eyes when she saw the son of a bitch move towards Cass, and she watched, helpless, as he . . . Oh. Pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at her face. ❝Don't worry no harm will come to you.❞ He said some other stuff to her, but she wasn't quite listening. She laughed, cold and harsh, ❝Well aren't you just a fucking saint.❞ she practically spat at him, though it wasn't as threatening as she wanted it to be. Hopefully the glowing-eyes effect would kick in or something. When she heard they were going to be stripped naked, it was even worse. Hay Sun wasn't ashamed of her body, not by any means, but this voyeurism, perverted shit wasn't flying well with her, not against her consent. The piece of shit left the room. Ugh, why was this happening . . . Soon enough, it was time for them to be stripped. They had better not get those dirty. Hay Sun thought to herself as they practically yanked her underwear off. She tried to headbutt one of them, but instead received a somewhat painful hit to the back and she winced, biting the inside of her cheer to keep the sound from escaping. I'm going to kick your ass. she silently seethed. After a bunch of other stuff happened, and they were painted naked, which was fucked up and ticklish, and then moved to another room, again, a speech was given about a goddamned Venetian Wonderland that could suck her fat fucking cock that she would fuck these bastards in the ass so hard with when she was free of this bullshit. Now they were on public display. . . . Even the music was ******! Okay, she was lying, it brought her some solace actually. For the most part, she had her eyes closed, letting the music kind of relax her as much as it could in a situation like this, but a voice, an almost distant one, seemed intent on pulling her out of it. ❝Hay - Hay Sun. Hay Sun,❞ She snapped her eyes opened and they flashed threateningly until she realized it was Red talking to her, ❝Can you . . . Can you wor - work your fire . . . at all?❞ Hay Sun blinked, and then began to speak in French, ❝You can understand this language, right? I can't seem to speak proper English right now, so you'll have to deal with it if you can.❞ she replied slowly, precisely. ❝He's one of us.❞ . . . Was she talking about the fucking piece of shit who had them in this situation? 'Us' or not, Hay Sun was going to wring his neck with her bare hands when she could. Trying to cool off, she played with her fingers while trying to warm them and produce some kind of flame that was conspicuous and difficult to see. ❝I can manage something, yeah.❞ she eventually replied, again, in French. ❝Tell me what to do. I will pull it off somehow.❞
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ IRATE ✖ DAY 25 ※ 1/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/16/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ UNKNOWN [/url]There was a moment before Red replied and Hay Sun thought she might have passed back out, which would have been annoying as fuck. It was probably stupid to talk about escape plans because they didn't know if they were alone or not, but there hadn't been any foreign breathing or presence, so Hay Sun couldn't help but assume they were isolated from outsiders. ❝I'm not sure.❞ The start didn't give her any confidence. ❝Do you know how we got here? The last thing I remember was those creatures trying to break into the motel room. None of this really adds up . . . ❞ She sighed, still listening. What was the last thing she remembered? Honestly? It was probably almost knocking Sam's head for a Homerun, but she tried to grasp memories after that night, all of which seemed fuzzy. Frustrating. ❝I remember just about as much as you do.❞ ❝Um, Hay Sun,❞ Red began, and the girl turned her head, ❝Are you, ah . . . Are you, pretty much naked, as well?❞ As well. That meant Red was pretty much in the nude, too. Hay Sun coughed a laugh. ❝Yeah. Black panties with dark teal lace and all.❞ Well, the description wasn't needed, but who cared. She sighed again. Before she could start talking, another voice joined them, ❝Hana! Hay - Hay - !❞ ❝Cass is up,❞ Hay Sun said. She sounded like she was gonna gag or something. That'd suck ass if she did. When there was sniffing, Hay Sun felt pretty shitty. Why did they have to be stuck like this? She was seriously going to kick ass when they were free. Cass mumbled something about her head. ❝I'd like to cheat my way out of this, is that fine?❞ Without her Glamour ( or 'pixie dust', as she liked to call it ), Hay Sun couldn't really . . . do much outside of summoning her weapon, setting things on fire, and some other stuff. ❝I wonder if the others know where we are.❞ If they didn't, that would be ******. ❝Remind me why we don't have telepathic links and communication? That'd be pretty useful about now.❞
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ IRATE ✖ DAY 25 ※ 1/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/16/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ UNKNOWN [/url]Someone else that clearly wasn't Cass cleared their throat and Hay Sun grasped onto Red's growing presence. Oh, great, they were here together. ( She briefly wondered if Red was in her underwear, too. ) Wasn't this just peachy! ❝Hay Sun?❞ ❝I'm here, Red.❞ ❝Do you know what's going on?❞ ❝If I did, we sure as hell wouldn't be here.❞ ❝Is anyone else here?❞ ❝s'Far as I know, it's just me, you, and Cass.❞ Hay Sun shifted slightly, wincing. She wondered why they were naked. ❝We've probably either one, been kidnapped and pulled into a mortal human-trafficking scheme, in which case I'd like to wreck shit and destroy as soon as possible, or two, been kidnapped and pulled into an angel's trap. I'm looking at the latter right now.❞ She blew out an annoyed breath, ❝I hope Paco isn't around . . . I'd fucking gouge his eyes out if I could move.❞ Although she couldn't see, she closed her eyes anyway. Who brought them here, and then had the balls to actually tie them up and elicit her wrath? She had to hand it to the dumbasses, having balls of steel and . . . brains of mush. Leo'd probably flip his fucking shit if he saw me like this. she thought to herself, Not that he'd really care to begin with. She shook her head, ❝Alright, so what do we do?❞
Goddammit Ash, we're you the one that drank the three of eight liters I had in the cooler? I thought I might have drank them in my sleep or something, but YOU WERE THE REAL CULPRIT. The punishment for thievery in the Beats Household is chopping off your hands and making you eat your own fingers. I hope you're ready for that, because if anything, you can bet on it happening.
For some reason, I used to think it was the plot Dickens, and I can't remember my reasoning for that. Something having to do with A Christmas Carol, maybe.
> sharing dr pepper Hahaha.
This post is in deserving of some rep. I should start this system of like, Saxima-rep, or something. Make me laugh, you get a free . . . Free-something. I'll think of a prize later. idk
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ IRATE ✖ DAY 25 ※ 1/4 ✖ DATE ※ 10/16/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ UNKNOWN [/url]A worried, tired voice scratched the surface of Hay Sun's tired, hazy mind. She felt cold, uncomfortable, and irritable, but the voice had brought her a little bit of soothe. Her eyes were held shut by crusty sleep and she wanted to rub at them and yawn, but when she tried to move her hands, they were bound around some sort of post. . . . Her eyes immediately opened to blackness, and the feel of cloth around her eyes was evident. Shit. It seemed that leather was binding her and rendering moving useless, that was annoying as fuck, and . . . Her clothing was gone. Well, shit. It wasn't like she had much of a problem with people seeing her practically naked since it gave her an excuse to kick their asses for looking in the first place, but this was too much. If she wasn't so damned tired and feeling like she was drugged up, the building would probably be ferociously burning to the ground by now. ❝This is clearly not my morning,❞ she mumbled to herself in an irate tone. Although it had taken her a few long moments, she had finally decided that the voice from before belonged to Cass. ❝Still alive?❞ she asked tiredly, trying to shift, ❝This is a hell of a situation we're in . . . Do I have to wait to raise Hellfire, or what?❞
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I wanted to see how I would look with pigtails. Ahaha. Spoiler: How old do I look? Can I still pass for jailbait? herk
. . . god fucking dammit ash im so done
. . . im going to bet on me shoving a spife up youR ASS SO ****ING FAR THAT YOU'LL BE ABLE TO FEEL IT IN YOUR THROAT, AND THEN I WILL RIP IT FROM YOUR ESOPHAGUS AND THEN MAKE YOU SWALLOW YOUR TONGUE THAT I WILL PROCEED TO CUT OFF AFTER I DRAIN THE BLOOD FROM YOUR BODY . . . hypothetically i will bet on that is it okay for me to bet on it
. . . do i have to wait to shoot myself
no
The manga adaption was clearly Luxord's true calling.
Well, Ash Ketchum has been a shota for what, almost, about fifteen years now? I mean, c'mon . . . It's the Internet.
Aw yeeeh — Don't tempt me like that, gosh!
If you just plain remove the nipples, then Seekernort can be a part of the gay swimming anime!
