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Syx has died (for Lyn XD)

1000liveslived-aa:

Pausing, Lyn took all of two seconds to process this information, before nodding and dismissing the man with a flick of her wrist. “Alrigh’. Thanks fer tha info,” she murmured, waiting until the man was gone before turning to head for the bar. 

She wasn’t entirely sure what it was she felt, honestly. She felt oddly… numb. She normally knew just how to react to everything, knew how to handle a situation. But this?  

Pouring herself a drink, she slowly tipped it back, mulling over the news slowly in her mind.. and found she would miss the blue bastard..

Sentence Meme: Prison Version

“_____, you’re under arrest.”
“Are you a murderer?”
“Don’t drop the soap!”
“Don’t tell my kids I’m going to jail.”
“Get back to your cell, now.”
“How long are you in here for?”
“I always knew I’d end up back in prison, just a matter of when.”
“I can’t go to prison!”
“I didn’t do it!”
“I guess I’m your new cellmate then.”
“I hope you rot in jail.”
“I just got out of prison.”
“I need you to bail me out.”
“I’m going to make you my prison bitch.”
“I’m gonna find a way out of here.”
“I’ve served my time.”
“Is that legal?”
“The cops are coming!”
“They’re gonna lock me up.”
“This is the loneliest place I’ve ever been and I lived in a tree for eight months.”
“Two hundred women, no phones, no washing machines, no hair dryers – it was like Lord of the Flies on estrogen.”
“We’ll both go to prison and you’ll become someone’s bitch.”
“What the hell did you do? You’re going to get us arrested!”
“What you in here for then?”
“You should be locked up.”

First Meetings

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“Hi, Syx right? I’m Joey – really nice to meet you. Emma talks about you all the time.” Joey offers, extending a hand to shake in way of greeting.

Syx shuffled around nervously and scuffed his boots on the pavement. Seeing the offered hand the teen jammed his arm out to shake in return, squeezing a bit too hard out of nerves.

Chewing on his lower lip the leather clad boy with spiked up blue hair and facial piercings eyed up the older man who Emma had been telling him about. Emma had been raving about how cool Joey was, but he’d also heard about how upset she’d been when her Mom first started dating. Stupidly he said, “So… you’re dating Emma’s Mom, huh?”

-Idiot!- he cursed himself, stuffing his hands in his pockets. Here he was putting his foot in his mouth immediately after getting the courage up to finally meet Joey. 

“MOOOOOOOOM! Dad is being a loser ass pussy and called me naaaaaaames!” Victor stomped into the house and threw her bag on the floor in a huff, “Go kick his ass!”

1000liveslived:

syx-blue:

1000liveslived-aa:

Lyn looked up as her child stormed into the house, one ear turning back in mild annoyance. “If he fuckin’ called ya a name, then its yer problem ta make sure he gets his ass kicked, not mine. Yer old enough ta take care a yer own battles, kiddo.”

Victor started kicking a wall repeatedly, “Why does he have to be so stuuuuuupid!?”

“ ‘EY! Knock that shit off, or yer gonna have ta patch tha damn hole!” She snapped, both ears turning off to the side now. 

“Listen, kid,” she stood, “Yer lettin’ the cock get in yer head. Knock it off, have a drink an take a fuckin chill pill long enough ta figure out yer next move, yah?”

Victor paused foot in the air and looked straight at her mom, t h e n kicked the wall again hard. Denting it soundly. 

Huffing in a loud over exaggerated manner Victor flopped bonelessly down in a chair, listless. This lasted for all of a few minutes before she started rolling around moaning piteously. 

“MOOOOOOOOM! Dad is being a loser ass pussy and called me naaaaaaames!” Victor stomped into the house and threw her bag on the floor in a huff, “Go kick his ass!”

1000liveslived-aa:

Lyn looked up as her child stormed into the house, one ear turning back in mild annoyance. “If he fuckin’ called ya a name, then its yer problem ta make sure he gets his ass kicked, not mine. Yer old enough ta take care a yer own battles, kiddo.”

Victor started kicking a wall repeatedly, “Why does he have to be so stuuuuuupid!?”

personality test: “I love being the center of attention.”
me: yes
personality test: “Attention makes me feel uncomfortable.”
me, sweating: y-yes
personality test: “I have a strong sense of superiority.”
me: yes!
personality test: “I feel inferior to others.”
me, gnawing on my fingers: yES