[Figgy]

A WHATEVER YOU WANT IT TO BE ROLEPLAY.

Any fandoms.

SO IT'S LIKE AN MSN ORGY teehee.

Rated M for mature, deeeeeeerp.

[sugar-soul]

(OOC: WHO'S READY. I'M READY. Wait. Who's doing the intro??)

[Figgy]

[FFFFFFFFFINE I will.]

"FUCKING DIIIIICKS." she screamed.

[There. q_q]

[sugar-soul]

(WELL JESUS TAP DANCING CHRIST)

Gin's snot bubble popped with a light noise, and he rolled, propping himself up on one arm, staring at her blankly, JUMP held loosely in one hand.

[Figgy]

Sighing, Figgy put her hands on her hips and raised her brows at Gin. "What are youuu looking at, you derk." she sneered.

[sugar-soul]

Gin's eyebrow twitched from under his natural perm.
"... You're the nastiest Newspaper solicitor I've ever met... How the hell did you get in here!?" He suddenly barked, leaping to his feet.

[Figgy]

Figgy laughed. "In here? In. Here. Kiddo, this is Wal-Mart and it looks like you fell asleep in here." The girl shook her head, smirking at Gin. "Maybe you want to get out of here before Mango gets back from laughing her ass off on the toilets in the bathroom."

[sugar-soul]

Gin scratched the back of his head and peered around.
"Mango? And who laughs on the john anyway... she's not doing dirty things is she?" He bent over and picked up his Jump, tucking it into the loose hangings of his half off kimono, and promptly began to pick his nose.

[Figgy]

"Errrgh, sorry, baby, I don't know. But she might be fapping over you. Might not be." Figgy raised her hands up high into the air then, waving them around. "Only goddd knows. WhooOOOoooOOOOO!!"

[sugar-soul]

Gin pulled his finger out, and inspected the tip, flicking his findings off into the middle of the isle.
"She some sort of creep? Who likes a natural perm anyway." He grabbed hold of Figgy's shoulders and started to shake her semi-violently. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND THE PAIN OF A PERMANENT PERM!?"

[Figgy]

"N-N-NO I DON'T UNDERSTAND THE PAIN." She bit her lower lip, giving Gin a wild look. "b-b-b-but I used to have curly hair when I wa-was a wee little girl..."

[Taralen]

What is going on here? It doesn't seem fabulous... e_e

[sugar-soul]

Gin let go, and zoned off, lethargic red eyes painful and glazed. "Ooooh all the troubles in life... for a perm." He picked at the inside of his nostril again, apathetic looking once more.
"Where did you say we were newspaper girl?"

[Figgy]

Figgy snorted, brushing away the hair that got in her face. "Wal-Mart. Wonder if the five cent whores are out there toda-- HEY, HOW DID YOU KNOW I USED TO BE A PAPERGIRL."

[Hahaha dressing? Nah, it's just literate roleplaying shit, Tara.]

[Justin]

At that moment, a boy of about fifteen came crashing thorough the nearest window, wearing a blue shirt and pants, with a long red cape and short messy brown hair. He had a small gun in his hand, and as he fell flat against the ground, several large spikes shot through the window, nearly impaling him. Getting up, he brushed himself off and looked around. Noticing the two people, he smiled, and waved.

[sugar-soul]

Gin looked at her, mouth opening to say something when a crash was heard. He turned to the source, to see a boy waving at him. He stared blankly.
"Oi oi... You'd have to pay for that you know..."

[Figgy]

Figgy frowned at Gin and elbowed him. "Shut-up, the Wal-Mart employee drones will take care of it later." she hissed at him before waving at the guy who came crashing in. "Hey man, you finally came to join the party! Booze is in aisle sixteen, condoms are on aisle eleven."

[Justin]

"Uh... Party?" the boy asked. "Sorry, I don't think I have time for a party right now..." he apologized, smiling and rubbing the back of his head.

[sugar-soul]

Gin made an "oomph" sort of noise, and rubbed his ribs, pouting.
"Oi... Aren't you too young to be doing such things?" He resumed picking his nose, one hand resting on the handle of his wooden sword.

[Justin]

"Oh, I don't think so... I'm fifteen, after all... All The Kids start their journey at fifteen, don't they?" he asked, as though this type of behavior were perfectly normal.