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<div style="text-align: center;">The Scarred Raven//Scar//M//Murderer//Bi//Mentions: Drunk Bois <div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: center;">Scar's idea was that he would look sexy and flirt, then walk off and go to bed before it got to crazy. It probably wasn't going to happen, but oh well. His tongue swiped over his abnormally sharp canines, before winking at the guys. He rested his elbow on the counter and now had a cat grin as he looked them over. He made it discrete as he checked them out. Or at least he thought he was. He wasn't being discrete in the slightest, though he really and truly thought he was.<div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: center;">What if Grandma walked in while this chaos was happening? Oh how Scar would start laughing his ass off. He looked at the now very drunk Simon, before continuing to make drinks for everyone. At that moment, Shadow walked into the kitchen and stopped dead in her tracks and stared. She had changed into her tight, black-leather, short crop-top and matching short shorts. She was barefoot and her hair had been swept to the side, still covering her right eye as always, though. She honestly looked a short, very curvy model. "Well damn." She said, before looking at Scar and saying, "Give me the all."<div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: center;">The silver-haired male nodded and then grabbed a glass, putting a shot or two of every kind of alcohol they had into a large glass. Besides beer since that just would taste gross. He then looked over at the girl and handed it to her wordlessly. She took it and chugged the entire thing without taking a break. Yes, she just drank straight alcohol and what was worse was that it was every type of alcohol they had mixed together. She seemed perfectly fine, not even a buzz coming to her. As stated before, she could drink for a straight day and would only have a small buzz. Her alcohol tolerance was impeccable.
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<div align="center">Black Hallow <div align="center"> {Jace Cardinal -26 - Insanity - Blood Freeze - Bisexual - Mentions: The Drunk Boys, Shadow}
<div align="center">Jace took the drink and took a sip before freezing as Scar winked at them. He coughed Nervously before sitting down on the floor and drinking the drink Scar had made. "This is good. ~" He hummed, his words slurred slightly. He closed his eyes and laid his head back before smiling. Jace got Drunk pretty quick, depending on how he feels. He bit his bottom lip before downing the rest if his drink. <div align="center">
<div align="center">"Mmm..~" He hummed, setting the Glass down and standing up. "I, Agree with Drunk ass Over here, We should have a Cult!" He stumbled over to Simon and leaned on the counter. "Oi, Pretty Boy, Get me a Beer!" He ordered Scar, sticking his tongue out at him for no reason. Jace's mind didn't listen to him sometimes and he did some pretty stupid things along with saying stupid things.
Edited at June 16, 2019 11:29 PM by x_Fallen Auras_x
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Ignore Edited at June 16, 2019 11:41 PM by Dancing in the Dark |
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Ignore.... } Edited at June 16, 2019 11:42 PM by x_Fallen Auras_x |
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<div style="text-align: center;">Seven Sins <div style="text-align: center;"> |~Seven-23-F-Insanity-Multiple Personality Disorder-Straight~M: Open~|
<div style="text-align: center;">Exhausted and in need of a cold drink, Seven enters the large mansion that was her home of three years. Hefting the large duffle bag that hung on her shoulder she walked towards her bedroom, running a hand through her long hair. Standing in the mirror she studied the newest scar that had taken up residence on her pale skin, the long red line splitting her eyebrow and just missing her eye. With a weary sigh, the raven-haired girl changed out of the skintight black outfit into her usual tank top and jeans. <div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: center;">The sound of voices, accompanied by the rancid odor of alcohol, filtered through the kitchen door. Smirking she walked in, raising a brow at the group of boys that were obviously wasted. "My my, what's the special occasion?" She drawled smoothly. "Don't tell me you missed little old me so much you were driven to drink." Sitting on the counter she snatched one of the beers off the table, opening it with a quick flick of her wrist. Seven had bee gone for almost a month on a mission a few cities over. Though it wasn't as long as the usual mission length it was still too long for her. <div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: center;">Taking a large pull from the thin beverage she wrinkled her nose. "Got anything stronger than this?" She asked Scar, already searching the cupboards and fridge for her large bottle of scotch. With a shout of glee, she stood back up, pulling the Scottish liquor out of the bottom cupboard. "Found some!" Turning back to everyone else she frowned. "What are you guys doing out here anyway?"
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George/Puppeteer/M/23/Homo/Controlling/M: Drunk Bois + Seven
George laughed loudly as he watched the boys flirt. No offense to them, but he could flirt 10 times better. He was glad they were finally learning how to flirt at least. He was half tempted to show them how it was done, but he was hella jealous. Of who you ask? He had no god damn clue. He was drunk so this feeling would be gone by morning. He looked over to Seven and shrugged. He had honestly forgotten. He took a big gulp of beer as he watched the drunk boys flirt with a wicked grin. He got a glorious idea seeing as he wasn't as drunk as the others. (Be glad of that) "Hey you know what we should play?" He asked, slurring his words a little more than before. "Truuuth or dare!" A cheerful grin spread across his face as he looked at the cult starting guys. "Come oooon! It will be fuuun! When have I eveeer been wrung?" Now he was mixing up his words. He jumped off the counter.
Thud. He fell flat on his face. He laughed loudly as he sat up so he was sitting on his knees. "I'm o gay!" He said. For some reason he combined 'I'm okay' and 'I’m good', which was hilarious as hell. He put his hands between his legs as he shook his head quickly to fix his curly brown hair. He bounced up quickly like a Jack-in-the-box, but leaned on the counter because he didn't trust his jello like legs. He grabbed a strong beer that would have been pretty strong for even someone like Kelly or Scar who actually drank beer more often then George. It tried to open it. Huh. It wasn't opening. It tried again. He frowned. "Can sOmeone open this pwease?" He asked as he pouted holding the bear loosely by the neck as he had his another arm on his counter. |
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Karma ~ Kross Kasai ~ Male ~ 23 ~ Murderer ~ Mentions: Drunk Dudes, Seven, Shadow
Kross saw Shadow walk in, and gave a little purr. "Hey, Shadow. You look, purr-fect." He laughed a little at his joke. "Me-ow!" He kept drinking his drink until it was empty, and he was drunk. He looked at George when he mentioned "Truth or dare". "Sounds like fun, Puppet. Now, what's this about a cult?" He stumbled over to the guys discussing the cult thing. "What are all you handsome men talking about, hmm?" He sat down, and brushed his hair away from his left eye. He turned to Seven. "Hey! Long time no see! Where have you been?" He said, not really slurring his words at all. "I don't have a headache anymore!" He yelled even though his headache went away when he first started drinking. His drunk self wanted to tell Seven what happened that day because she was gone, but he kept it inside. The small bit of common sense was a party pooper.
Sylver ~ Felicity Rouge ~ Female ~23 ~ Murderer ~ Mentions: Open
A figure stood outside the mansion. She looked at her home with excitement, yet sadness. The mission she had been on for almost two years now ended in a failure. She started to think her twin brother was dead, but didn't want to give up. She took a deep breath, and walked inside the mansion. "I'm baaack!" She yelled, though she thought no one would hear her. Exhausted and sad, she walked to her room. She came across the door she had grown to love, and walked in. All of her stuff was still there, and it was like she had never left. She turned on the light, and took in all of her surroundings. Her bed was neat and well made, and everything looked like she had left it. Her heterochromatic eyes started to water with joy. "I missed this old room." She said to herself before she turned of the light. She ran a finger through her prussian blue pixie cut, and went to bed, eager to see her friends faces in the morning. |
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<div align="center">[ Simon ] <div align="center"> | M | 21 | Murderer | Pansexual | Mentions: The Drunkards and The Sober Club |
<div align="center">He pause for a mere moment about his rambling to see who had join them. No surprise it was Shadow! Actually there was some surprise. Was he surprised? Simon didn't know. He squint her eyes at her, jumping off the counter. He swung his arm around Shadow, hiccuping. "Welcome to the cult, sweet cheeks!" He giggle, ruffling the girl's hair before hopping away. Not literally, thank god. He was very much like a rabbit--- he didn't need to take that comparison over the top. Perhaps that was why he wanted to start a rabbit cult. Simon retreated back to the counter top. He nod to Jace, "Yes! I therefor declare,, " He pause, glancing around the room for someone to be the 'leader'. Simon didn't want all that responsibly, of course not. "Seven! You are the leader of the rabbit cult!" He chirp, grinning. <div align="center">
<div align="center">Then he heard it. The unholy mistake and oh gosh, no, no, no! He hiccup, staring at Jace with a bewilder look. Did he just call Scar pretty boy? You cannot switch nicknames! Nicknames are supposed to be to one person, gosh no. Simon gasp, shaking his finger at Jace. "Take that back, sir. Kross is pretty boy and Scar is either meaty boy or hunky bear. It is against the law to.. to do that!" He scolded, letting out a sigh in disappointment. Despite him being most likely the most drunk person here, Simon still was able to manage his general manner. Despite some slurring. He just rest his hand on Jace's head, shaking in disappointment. "I forgive you."<div align="center">
<div align="center">Simon let out a confused gurgle at the mention of Truth or Dare. Growing up very.. isolated--- despite being in the mansion he still isolated himself. Usually he avoid these kind of rowdy situations. "Whu..t is 'Truth or Dare'?" He slurr, snorting at the game like it was a joke. He chuckle to the thought of whatever it was. He continued to chuckle to himself, hysterically. Simon furrow his eyebrows, ignoring everyone else. He was very stuck on the fact that he didn't have a clue on what it was. It rub him wrong. He sat up with a bewilder look and repeated the question, hiccuping.
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<div align="center">Simon why are you like this...?
Edited at June 17, 2019 05:24 PM by ghost
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<div align="center">Shadow & Scar//F&M//Insanity & Murderer//Pan & Bi//Mentions: Drunk Bois + Seven <div align="center">
<div align="center">Yes she did. She knew exactly why they were getting drunk. Shadow wouldn't say anything though, at least not tonight. Maybe tomorrow so that she doesn't darken the mood. With a chuckle, she looked at Scar, who was glaring a bit at Simon. She didn't understand why, but she didn't ask any questions. He had his reasons, after all.<div align="center">
<div align="center">Scar looked at Simon, before at Shadow and grinned a bit at the nicknames. "Let's play t-truth or... Or dare." He said, before a hic came through. He then started to make more drinks, handing them to the people who asked for them. He glanced at Seven, before saying, "Welcome back." He then looked around at everybody else again, his solid emerald-green eyes still void of emotion somehow.<div align="center">
<div align="center">Short, Sorry))
Edited at June 17, 2019 07:12 PM by Masky
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<div style="text-align: center;">Black Hallow <div style="text-align: center;"> {Jace Cardinal - 26 - Insanity - Blood Freeze - Bisexual - Mentions: Drunks + Seven + Shadow}
<div style="text-align: center;">Jace shrugged and shook his head to clear his odd thoughts. "Truth or D-Dare.." He coughed in the middle of his sentence before finishing, "Sounds fine to me. " His words were fairly slurred and raspy, mostly from his dry throat. "Living Room is where we shall play it." He declared a little louder, popping off the counter and skipping into the living room, not really making it into the living room before tripping over his own foot. --He landed on the hard surfaced floor, head first, which didn't end well for his nose. <div style="text-align: center;">
<div style="text-align: center;">He squirmed a bit before finding his strength to sit up. Jace groaned and wiped the blood that ran down his nose, away with his sleeve. "Oi, You! D-Do you have something for this?" He pointed towards Shadow before pointing towards his nose. He surely felt embarrassed for falling in front of everyone and his cheeks were flushed with red, from embarrassment and from being drunk.
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