just got here so not good, not bad, just is so far
"Oh...um...yes...
er...thank You, Sir..."a gril forces the words from her mouth,
all but spitting them out.gawd, how she hates this place...
so humiliating.....
Roll up your sleeves and a bandanna around your neck.
I betcha find yourself in there for hours just making cool items
hi.. hope your doing well
looking through some porn pics...
I think I could make a bracelet at some point. *Smiles*.
nice
*grins*. No where near. But the stuff I bought Thursday is there. And some of my equipment that I had here is. I've got more work to do. *Smiles*.
...seeing you start to move she shrugs and settles her glass down....standing to join you as well...and she starts moving those large hips making there way to the dance floor and carrying her with them....swirling and turning...enjoying the feel of the music....
One guy, two girls.I have a strong lead, and I know this one.
good evening
ordering my rum and coke, as i smile back
stopping in my tracks as I see the will-o-the-wisp appear again
looking you up and down approvinglywell well well, looking good enough to eat, as always amy
...sipping her vodka and then she looks at you...Happily will join you for that. Though let me finish this first.
..she shot eyes around the room....
I think if you don't dance at pride what are you doing with your life.
So all supplies and eq in the she shed?
Do I get a Swiftie bracelet?
She took a sip of her topped off drink before you sat the pitcher down and grabbed and pulled her onto the dance floor with Mel all that was heard was a startled squeal her security flinched until he saw what was going on and knew it was just good fun."Orlando !!!"
she laughed and stood listening to the music for a beat till she got the rhythm and then she started to move.
sees the woman entering and nods to her
stepping in for a drink
World Breakers HQ
((last to you))
World Breakers HQ
The returning flamberge slices against his left bicep, drawing a groan of pain and forcing him to drop the H&K Def-3 pistol. It only has 3 rounds left anyway.Holy shit, you can fly. He suspected it, but seeing that those wings actually had a purpose beyond decoration filled him with a sense of both wonder and terror...
Echo tries to pull away, regroup so he can patch up his arm, but you're a blur of movement. On him before he can react properly.
The upward swing of the flamberge TEARS through the hoverboard right in the middle, splitting it into two separate pieces attached to both of his feet. The loss of connection and stabilization leaves him with zero control of his flight...
Grabbed. Thrown. Hurled through the air at Dylan Cadd and Victoria Forsythe.
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