It'll be my nineteenth birthday on the third.. :"3 Wish me a good one (and recommend me to some good hangover remedies)!


White Knight - Investigation 4Thin rivulets of steam and water wicked the remaining film of Irish Springs away from Claytons skin, sending the suds to the tile floor, where they pooled for a moment before gravity got the better and sucked them down toward the drain. Rows of neatly-tightened muscle rippled for a moment as he relaxed under the stream, trying to master himself.White Knight - Investigation 4
An instant later, the seeming-calm detective punched the wall, a straight-armed blow, legs spread to distribute the back-force of the blow down into the ground. It stung like a bitch, but as for the wall, the tile he hit had cracked, and the water actually stopped flowing, no
Spectrum I

White Knight - Investigation 1At around Lunch-Time, two squad cars and one unmarked PT Cruiser Electric, white-and-silver, showed up, parking suspiciously close to Mike Scumworthy's own Lexus in front of the popular restaurant, Pocket Haven. A cop got out of each car, one of whom was Vyse (meaning Skarth was, no doubt, in the driver's seat of that car), cordoning off the area, and none other than Clayton himself stepped out of the PT. He was a little more ruffled even than usual, smoking a thin cigarillo whose slightly citrus smoke curled off in the light misty rain that covered the city today.White Knight - Investigation 1
By now, of course, Mike was already on the sidewalk.
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Hiya!
I LOVE YOUR WORK.
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At least Jesus Christ thought so."
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Thanks anyways, hun!
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"You are worth dying for.
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I'll get to it, I promise. x3
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