Freak Scene {Dashy/Skrink}

[priscilla jane brandon]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; border-top: #6F0000 8px solid; border-bottom: #6F0000 10px solid; background-color: #ffffff; background-image: url(http://i739.photobucket.com/albums/xx40/tippykazoo/Caution/px_by_Gre3g.png);] [atrb=width,400] freak scene just can't believe us It was a month away from Priscilla’s eighteenth birthday and she was already really dreading it because she wasn’t at home anymore and was no longer on speaking terms with her mother or father except for her step father slash ex-boyfriend Charlie whom kept on begging for her to come home yet she was refusing him since he broke her heart and to her only wanted her back for sex. Life had actually been semi happy since she met an adorable boy named Kyler who had blue hair and was a total sweetheart you wouldn’t even have realized that he was one of the most important members of a local self-proclaimed vampire cult called the ‘blood children’. It was several weeks ago when she was invited by him and his family to move in with them to get away from the bullshit but in the process she started to feel like she actually belonged with these people and maybe meant to by Ky’s side but she shook her head out of the thought because she didn’t want to become obsessive or scare him with such silly thoughts. It seemed that everyone was too busy to hang out and go shopping today which was Prissy J.’s biggest past time even when she was totally broke on cash and had to use her credit card that was currently still being paid by her step father yet no one in the family knew that small fact yet but it wouldn’t have mattered anyways and it was time for her to get off her butt and go to the mall to find new clothes and have lunch at Starbucks. She had left a note in the kitchen for Viktor or Evette telling them she’d be at the mall for a few hours just so they wouldn’t worry before texting Kyler to tell him the same thing then went up to her room to change into a pair of black skinny jeans and a red dress tank top that said ‘fangs are fantastic’ with a pair of black and white stilettos then she through on her black fedora and her two favorite necklaces along with a red opal ring which was a gift from Charlie on their third month anniversary;another thing she kept up with that Kyler did not know about yet it was all still so new maybe it wouldn’t bother him? After she was done getting dressed and putting on her makeup she closed her bedroom door to walk down the stairs and left for the mall finally! Prissy was walking today and was honestly slightly nervous about it with all the threats going on against her family from certain members of that stupid chat she goes in but it wasn’t like she thought they would attack her in broad daylight but her paranoia was gnawing at her insides which was causing her to keep looking over shoulder and walk rather slowly. She used to act all bad ass at school and with her friends way back when but these days things had changed her and in her life then she stopped seeing Charlie which also made her feel insecure and feel not safe anymore it was the family that changed some of that for her while ky did the rest without even having to sleep with him. A few minutes of walking was actually making her calm for the moment enough to jam her earbuds in her ears to listen to her beloved blink 182 and other punk rock band, she was humming along with the music and jumping up and down on the side walk when she finally ran into the clear glass doors of the mall since she was rather obvious she had actually made it.”Ow!What the hell?”she exclaimed rubbing her face dramatically before shaking her head and walked into the building with all the people and horrible music that played overhead. Several familer faces from school got Prissy’s attention which sent her into freak out mode and made her duck behind the large fake bushes front of the food court hoping no one saw her do such a stupid thing,such a brave girl she is hiding when she’s supposed to be in a killer freaky cult?Yeah right!”please don’t see me...”she whispered to herself underneath her breath with her eyes closed. tag: Dashy/Ren word count: 721 outfit: Herenotes: uhh yeah!

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[faina dashielle nikitin]

Dashielle Nikitin had been on a pre-job all morning. Her father had been paid to 'clean' for an older, wealthy gentlemen who's teenage son was bringing shame upon the family and was threatening to expose all his dirty laundry. And of course, since Dashy was already familiar with him, she was given the duty to carry out the job. Today wither she was going to simply watch him and his movements, or she would carry out the deed. Her blackish brown hair shielded her eyes as she pretended to be texting on her cellphone. Really, she was surfing the internet for new silencers and a new gun cleaning kit. Her eyes darted up between the boy and her phone, her 'Lennon-style' sunglasses hiding her brown eyes. The boy turned and walked past her and Dashy kept her eyes stealithy trained on his retreating figure. Her hand automatically laid against her messenger bag which held her gun and the matching silencer.

As soon as there was some distance between herself and the boy she was following she got to her feet. Dashy's eyes were hidden behind the sunglasses as she followed her target, making sure to look completely uninterested. Detached youth and all that. Dashy's hand went into her bag. Her thin fingers curled around the butt of her Glock as she closed in the distance between the boy and herself. Her brown eyes narrowed in concentration as she quietly trailed her target. Just a few more steps and they'd be out of the door. And a few more steps she could easily overpower the boy and drag him away to shoot him. She let this slightly psychotic smile appear on her face briefly. Her heart hammered away in her chest as she moved. Her pulse was dancing under her skin and a bead of sweat formed on her brow. A few more feet and--

A hand grabbed her arm. Her finger recoiled around the trigger but she managed to stop herself from jerking the gun out of her bag. Her eyes glanced around for the source of the touch before she spotted Priscilla, her wanna-be 'sister' from the cult, hiding behind a bunch of potted plants. She gave an angry growl under her breath before looking back up. Damnit! Her target had gotten away! She jerked her wrist away from Prissy's grasp and turned on her. Dashy jerked her glasses off of her eyes and one could almost see hellfire curling in them. Anger, no sheer rage, was on her face as she looked at the blonde. She swallowed down her anger and forced herself to calm down. It wouldn't do for her to get into a fist-fight with Priscilla in the middle of the mall food court. She crossed her arms dangerously and gritted her teeth together.

"I hope you know you just cost me a job. I was trailing that kid. Why in the hell are you hiding behind the potted plants, you dumb Barbie?!" Dashy's face screwed up in anger as she waited the answer.

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[/color] Here! CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless . Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS you're gonna go far, kid - the offspring. NOTES Pissed Dashy is pissed.WORD COUNT Some words, hur hur. [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]