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If you are not myself or pack PoisonedLove then dont post ^^
Pretty simple really Savayia (Fire/Ice Hybrid) x Broken (Posion/Darkness Hybrid) Future Setting: They meet on a bus as they try to run away from homes They hate each other Brokens in a gang Savayia is a loner NPC allowed (not putting much detail on this) AHEM AHEM AHEM
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Soooo for anyone who has decided they want to read this: Prepare yourself for some weird shit :D |
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Broken/Female/16/Poison and Darkness/Mentions: Open The sky was dark and littered with stars when Broken reached the tall apartment buiding. She stummbled through the entrance doors and to the elavator, drunk and covered in several cuts, each one bleeding onto the floor as she hit the number 13. Broken put her hand on the wall to steady herself as she moved down the hall and opened the door. Sure enough, her "parents" were standing there with glares on their faces. "Where were you?" asked the tall woman with shoulder length black hair. "I was with the boys, not that its any of your bisnuess" Broken responded, luckily, with years of practice, she didn't sur her words. "With the boys!? Are you having sex!?" The man with blonde hair asked angrily. "Oh my god no! You know their my friends! We were just hanging out!" Broken yelled right back. "Why cant you be normal and hang out with other girls! And what the fuck are you wearing!?" The woman scolded. Yes, these were Broken's newest foster family, they have always wanted that pretty pink princess daughter. better luck next time assholes Broken thought. "1, highschool girls tend to be bitches, 2, I am wearing clothes idiot" Broken informed. She was not ashamed of her ripped jean shorts that didn't have any decoration besides a black skull on each of her back pockets, or her plain black t-shirt, or her fingerless combat gloves. The man groaned. "You are not my daughter" he said, a hand on his forehead. Broken laughed, "Your right, I'm not" she said and bolted out the door. I'll go stay with one of the boys tonight, I'll call Sephtis once I get out of this hell hole She thought to herself, normally she would call her boyfriend, but she broke up with him when she found him cheating on her, with the only female friend she had. Her friend had simply smiled at her and said "Can you give us some privacy?" at the times. Highschool girls are bitches she thought to herself again. Broken sat down at a near by bus stop and called her closest friend, Sephtis. He answered on the first ring. "Hey, is everything ok? You never call me this late unless theres bisnuess to attend to" He asked, concern heavy in his voice. "Yeah I'm fine, I just need a place to stay, can I come to your house" Broken asked, there was no sadness or anger in her voice. It was just strong, like it always had been. "Yeah sure, I'll wait for you" Sephtis said, already knowing the jist of what happened. This was the fith foster family Broken had disappointed year, the fith time she asked him for a roof over her head and a bed to sleep in. "Thank you Sephtis" she said, true gratitude and love for her best friend in her voice. "Anytime hun" He responded before Broken hung up, just as the bus pulled up. She paid the driver from the leather wallet in her back left pocket and took a seat in the back of the bus. The other people emediately cowered away from her, knowing exactly who she was. The leader of a famous gang, the most dangerous person in the town. |
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Savayia/Female/16/Fire and Ice/Mentions: Open Savayia looked around the streets and ducked as a broken bottle was chucked at her head by a store owner. "Your too young! Get the hell out of here kid!" He shouted and her hands clinched into fists. "Youll pay for that you asshole!" She shouted back but started jogging back towards the house she lived in. She snuck in through the window of the small place and nearly fell back out the window when she found her father sitting in his chair, staring directly at her. The room smelled so strongly of whiskey that she backed up a little, trying to get fresh air. "So" Her father said in a slurred tone. "Want to explain to me why, not only your home late, but we just heard someone shout at you?" He asked. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him. "I was out trying to get you more whiskey" She said. "Remember? You told me that if I didnt get you more then you would slit my throat?" She paused with a laugh. "But wait! You cant do that because you would go to jail and never see your whiskey again!" She said and her father stood up. Her eyes got hard. "Dont you dare touch me old man" She snarled and backed up a little more despite herself. He stood in her face and whispered "Dont tell me what to do young lady" He grabbed her arm and threw her down on the ground. She grunted in surprise and felt his foot kick her in the ribs and then he punched her. Actually punched her in the face. She was shocked for a second and then she scowled and slowly stood up. "You should know by now, you dont hit a person when they are down" She sneered and blasted fire at his legs. She heard him scream and she dove out the window. She lifted the bag that she always kept by the window in case something like this happened and she started running towards the bus that was getting ready to leave. She panted heavily and put her hand right through the door to stop it before it closed. The doors were opened again and she tossed money at the driver, glancing out the bus window as she heard her father still screaming. She acted casual and composed her face but her eyes were blazing with anger and she felt like punching someone. She didnt even pay attention to the girl in the front as she sat across from her. She reached into the bag and pulled out her phone. Damn it. Its almost dead!! Her mind screeched and she pulled up her brothers number, ready to text him to pick her up where the bus dropped them off and saw a recent text message from him. "Sorry sis. Got caught. Sending to jail" It read and she tilted her head back against the seat with a scowl. "Fuck it" she said quietly and stared out the window with relief as the bus pulled away and started driving |
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Broken/Female/16/Poison and Darkness/Mentions: Savayia Broken looked at the girl who had sat across from her. What the fuck? Even without anyone knowing about my powers, I am a dangerous person, so why the fuck did she decide to sit there? she thought to herself. She scorched away from the aisle seat and into the window one. Broken loved the night and hated the day. She leaned her head against the cold glass, the bus was completely silent. Everyone knew who Broken was and everyone knew she didn't like people, especially those who talked a lot, so they would stay silent around her out of fear for their lives. So Broken nearly jumped out of her skin when the girl spoke. "Congrats, you can say fuck" she said as she closed her eyes. |
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Savayia/Female/16/Fire and Ice/Mentions: Broken Savayia glanced over at the girl who had spoke and she paused for a moment. Oh great. Broken She thought dully. "I didnt ask you for a comment" She said back, her eyes flickering back to her phone. She was not in the mood for anyones shit. "What did you do this time?" She texted her brother back and was surprised to get a response a moment later. They had let him have his phone in jail for the second time. "Robbed the Whiskey store across the street. Dad turned me in" was his response. She rolled her eyes and looked back at Broken for a second then out the window, her entire body was relaxed but she was mentally tense and ready for anything |
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Broken/Female/16/Poison and Darkness/Mentions: Savayia "You don't need to, I comment on what I want when I want, get over it," Broken said, her tone making it evident she wasn't in the mood for other people. She pulled her legs up and tucked the beside her, a hand resting on the gun in her belt, just barely hidden by her shirt. |
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Savayia/Female/16/Fire and Ice/Mentions: Broken She snorted softly. "Good for you" She said shortly, rolling her eyes. Her eyes flickered to the girls hand and she glanced out the window with a smirk. Nobody here goes anywhere without a gun. She thought, her own gun was on her left side where Broken wouldnt be able to see it. She had a knife in her boot and she casually lifted her bag off the ground where she had put it, silently slipping the knife out of her boot as well and sticking it under her bag as she placed it next to her |
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Broken/Female/16/Poison and Darkness/Mentions: Savayia Broken laughed, how dumb did she think she was? She has been in a gang since she was 7 years old, she knew when someone did something purposely to hide another thing. Plus, Broken could also see a little bit of the blade sticking out from under the bag. "I can see I'm not the only one with protection methods" Broken said, finally turning to look at the girl head-on. "What's your deal, you look like a mess," Broken said, taking note of the girls look even if her face was composed. |
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Savayia/Female/16/Fire and Ice/Mentions: Broken She glanced at the girl. "Who in this town doesnt have their own protection method?" she asked, her eyes flickering for a moment. Some are more effective then others. She thought to herself. She scoffed at the girls question. "Why would you give a fuck?" She responded. "Being a mess is my speciality. Whats yours?" Her voice was dripping with sarcasm and she didnt break eye contact as she spoke, a bit of a hard habbit to break thanks to her lovely father and his so called "Discipline" methods |
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Broken/Female/16/Poison and Darkness/Mentions: Savayia Broken gave an amused smile, entertained by the girl's attitude. "You would be surprised how many don't," she said, remembering how so many of her victims were unarmed. "And I give a fuck because I saw you jump out of a window and heard a man yelling after you, so my guess is that you don't have a place to stay right now" she informed, Broken may be a cruel and merciless person, but the only gang she wanted killing people was her own, which wouldn't be the case if a 16-year-old girl was on the streets. "And my specialty" she chuckled slightly as she looked at her fingers "is causing death" she finished. Normally she wouldn't hint at anything, but it was almost as if Broken could see the coldness and the fire behind this girl's eyes. She wondered if there were others like her, others with powers. |
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