Time to live forever,baby!

So a lil' bird told me that yer interested in clams, 'stead of meat balls... Unless that ain't the euphemism they use nowadays.

Wed, 28 Nov 2012 17:27:00 +0000

What’s this, something about food? Revy’s not really the type to go searching for the underlying meaning of words, and she’s probably not bright enough to know what a euphemism is. Result:

“Listen lady, if you’re hungry there’s a canteen down the hall alright!”

Not This Fucker Again(Revy)

Mon, 26 Nov 2012 16:50:00 +0000

niggabetrippinitslinainverse:

After meeting someone and not starting off on a good foot, you’d normally do your best to avoid said someone, right? Well, normally, it doesn’t always work out like that. Lina’s issue, for example. She has to attend a class held by this dumb cow every day and it’s pretty safe to say that there is little to no civility between the two of them.

And unfortunately for her, the brunette would probably make the class a living hell for the sorceress.

On this particular day, Lina’s not feelin’ so hot. Maybe she didn’t sleep enough last night, maybe it’s because her diet has changed drastically upon arriving here - like, seriously, there are NO giant turkey legs. Talk about disappointing. Who knows, but Lina’s bluh looks about like:

that.

At the moment, she isn’t in gym class. Which is probably good for her, she’s in the library, trying to do some form of studying. Lords know if she’ll actually get that done because her stomach is making feral cat noises.

As dense as Lina had proved herself to be on countless occasions, her predictions concerning Revy and her intention to make the small red head’s life as miserable as possible in those oh-too-few hours of torture allocated were around 100% accurate. Nothing was going to rip this away from her, nothing – It was the one thing Revy rejoiced about every morning, knowing that a full day of teaching snot nosed, hormonal brats how to climb a fucking rope awaited her.

A jail sentence would have been a more merciful than this educational plight, thanks for that Dutch – she owes you one.

Imagine the gun totter’s rapidly plummeting mood then, when she entered the gymnasium fully expectant to see some fiery short ass among the legions of gormless faces only to discover Lina to be…missing.

Missing.

Rage bubbled right up from the pits of her stomach and manifested itself as a strident roar of fury and next thing her bemused students were aware of, their instructor had legged it out of the room as though her ass had spontaneously caught alight.

It took a while to find Lina, afterall who’d expect such a fucking dumbass to be loitering around the library of all places – can that little bitch even read? But Revy’s determination was matched only by her unbridled violence, which was admittedly easily unleashed upon the citizens of this world, and soon she spotted the scrawny, orange blog that was the dejected Lina.

“Miss excuse me but this is a libr-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP LADY I GOT BUSINESS HERE ALRIGHT? I’M A MEMBER OF STAFF!” When it suits her.

Before you knew it the mercenary had the heel of her boot stomped right across the back of the other female’s skull, effectively crushing her ugly little runt face further into the desk.

“SO YA THINK YA COULD SKIP MY CLASS DID YA LINA INVERSE ??? YOU INGRATE LITTLE BITCH GET YOUR ASS IN THAT HALL RIGHT NOW!!!!!!”

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Of Roses and thorns? (closed thread)

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 04:14:00 +0100

betrothedbluerose:

For a moment, Garry wondered if he’d even knocked loud enough or if there was even anyone inside at all - not a sound could be heard from inside, no footsteps, no “I’ll be there in a minute”: just silence. Pure, cringing silence that weighed down on the rose-haired man’s nervousness worse than anything else could have, and his grip tightened on the roses he carried, not even seeming to mind or care that the thorns dug into his hands in the process and made a little bit of pain shoot through them. Was his ‘wife’ there? Had he missed on meeting her here for now? He couldn’t know. It would be awful if he’d missed her and disappointed her like that. Even if he didn’t know her that well!

Or, things could be even worse than that - the other could have seen his raggedy form through the window and found him a disappointment on first glance. He’d knock again after a few moments, but if he was sure there was nobody here, well, the meeting would have to wait until later, as much as he wanted to get this cringe-inducing situation out of the way now.

However, a loud creak startled him out of his thoughts, he almost jumping back - very nearly hiding his face behind the bouquet of flowers - he had not been expecting the door to open as suddenly as that, not at all. The stranger who was staring in an almost bored fashion looked to have been in quite a mess, or it seemed to be - her hair was so frizzy it probably even made his silly hairdo look neat. That would have been rather impolite to say out loud, though, goodness. However, the lady he was ‘married’ to was not as good at holding back blunt statements, that much was made very clear.

“… “

He wanted to say something, anything to interject, but the forceful tone of the other had startled his already high-strung nerves quite a bit. Ugh, why couldn’t he be less of a coward sometimes? She laughed - at the scientists ‘poor decision making’ and at him, and his face turned all the more pink at the derisive laughter aimed at him, but it was nothing new to him. He’d been laughed at a lot in his time.

However, upon being asked what the flowers were for, he at least managed to gather some form of ‘courage’ enough to talk to her. “I…I w-wasn’t sure what to get as a g-greeting gift to you, so I got flowers. I’m guessing they weren’t a really good gift to get, were they?” Given she assumed he wanted to wear them in his hair and swore about them, they hadn’t been a good present, had they? Oh, how silly of him!

Maybe he should have double-checked a better lot of flowers to get or something. “…I’m really sorry that I d-don’t have a good taste in gifts. If it’s okay, I could try getting you something you actually would like?” A pause, before he ruffled his hair with a free hand. “I don’t like that scientist and his natterings any more t-than anyone else does, but if we’re going to be stuck in the same house - uhm I-i-i’d like to at least try to make something of a good impression so you don’t get annoyed too m-much by me sharing this place with you. Even i-if i’m not very good at it.”

He’d do something else with the flowers she apparently disliked later. Right now, though, he found this stranger rather scary and intimidating, to be honest. So…it was very important he tried hard to give at least one gift she liked, to get her in a better mood about all this, right?

Wow, she regretted even asking! Was a half hour pause followed by a stream of stuttering, barely audible syllables and beating around the bush customary for all of his replies? Or was he just that much of a pansy that he couldn’t handle a couple of , admittedly offensive, but still amusing (to her) comments to break the ice. These scientists really were making a giant pigs ear out of this weren’t they? Or perhaps they purposely paired together the most unlikely individuals for the shits and giggles. Let’s face it, no one sane would conduct this kind of experiment to begin with.

Blinking in slight puzzlement, her gaze flicked from the flowers back to the male’s visage. So, those were a gift for her huh? That was a first. If Revy had been the type to be easily wooed by those kind of well meaning sentiments, then there’s no doubt she might have been touched by the gesture. However, she was far, far from that ‘type’ and really didn’t give two craps about roses. Still, he got an A+ for effort and for offering to redeem himself, not that he’d technically done anything wrong. Jesus, this guy was just dying to please wasn’t he?

“Nice try buddy, but I don’t do flowers, next time - get Rhum.”

With that, she left him at the doorstep and pivoted to traipse back inside their living quarters, expecting that the other would follow sooner or later unless he wanted to stand there all day gripping that bloody bouquet.

“Alright listen up, here’s how shit is gonna be around this place” She hollered loudly from the lounge.

“For a start I ain’t no God damn house maid ok? You do your own cooking and cleaning capiche? I’ll be getting the fuck outta this place as soon as I get my guns back, you can do whatever the Hell you want after that.”

And those were the main ground rules as far as Revy was concerned. She was used to living in her own filth most of the time and wasn’t exactly squeamish about stuff like sharing beds or bathrooms. As long as she didn’t wake up in the middle of the night with anything poking the back of her spine, she couldn’t care less what her ‘husband’ did with his life.

In fact, their apartment had begun to look like somewhat of a dump already. In the earlier quest for hard liquor, she hadn’t put any of the misplaced items back into their rightful place. Cupboards and draws had been left wide open, cutlery, glasses and half spilled bottles were sprawled on every counter…cushions from the couch toppled onto the floor. All it needed now was a few cigarette butts and empty pizza boxes and it was an identical replica of her loft back in Roanapur.

Keeping with that line of though, she collapsed herself onto said couch, exhaling a thick cloud of smoke from her lips, while stubbing out the remnant of her cancer stick onto the nice, newly buffed floors.

“Name’s Revy by the way.”

Of Roses and thorns? (closed thread)

Sat, 25 Aug 2012 22:15:00 +0100

betrothedbluerose:

Despite still being quite shell-shocked about the circumstances of everything that had happened so far - and who could blame even a easily-startled man like him for reacting as he had, this was the apparent ‘apocalypse’ you were talking about, here - Garry had decided that it was best to not ‘beat around the bush’ with this, as the saying went. He should try to meet whoever he’d been married to and make an effort to get along. The scientist might be more likely to tell him where Ib was and if she was safe if he was polite and got along with the miss, after all. He just…really, really hoped the guy didn’t want them to start doing…those things right away.

Reason 1: it would be very inconsiderate to the lady!Reason 2: He didn’t even know the first thing about the subject - goodness, he got all flustered just seeing Ib read that ‘adult novel’ in the Fabricated World that time!! (Why Mary had such vulgar books in her world was something he did not know. Nor did he feel he entirely wanted to know.) First things had come first, though: he’d pondered over around the unfamiliar streets and eventually found what he’d been searching for. A flower shop. There was only a sole salesperson there, who’d exclaimed they quite needed help with the shop: as apparently the place was doing well, but he was the only one there.

Well, Garry couldn’t listen to something like that and not offer to help, so he’d unexpectedly found himself a potential bit of ‘work experience’ wrapping roses, there. He didn’t mind that at all - after that Fabricated world incident, he’d found himself liking flowers even more. Roses that were your life source tended to do that, perhaps? Thoughts aside, he’d brought a bouquet of roses and left. (A shame they didn’t have any blue roses, but pink would be okay, right?)

Despite the ‘unnatural’ city being daunting, at least the apartments were organized and easy enough to find. Apartment E7, it had been. Well…w-well. Standing at the front of the door shaking like a leaf would solve nothing. He wanted nothing more than to just hide in the nearest shadowy spot, but - he c-couldn’t be a coward again! Not this time, anyway. Taking in a shaky breath, he knocked on the door firmly. Now, he just hoped the person he was ‘married’ to had gotten inside the apartment before him…

However, though he was brave enough to knock loudly, he found himself - for the time being - utterly unable to say a word, finding himself turning as pink as the flowers he carried.

” … .”

Oh dear, this was a right mess already. He just hoped the miss would like the roses, at least, if she was here.

Out of all the God forsaken bullshit Revy had encountered in her twenty something years, this by far had to reap the crowning glory. Scientists, marriage, babies, radiation - It had all been explained upon her brusque awakening, literally smashing herself free of the glass pod with bare fists. Only the stubborn, and uncontrollably enraged brunette hadn’t listened to a damn word. A few syllables here and there, enough to conclude that whatever it was, she was beyond pissed by the situation.

It was with a body jacked right up to the eyeball in sedatives that Revy had literally been dragged to the apartment she was expected to stay in and dumped on the couch. Only barely conscious and with her pistols temporarily confiscated, fortunately for her soon to be husband.

When she did finally wrench her eyes open again, the initial layout of the room was blurred, hoisting herself upright lazily and awaiting for her vision to adjust, a hand shifted to rakes through the unruly maroon tresses. You’d have thought someone who was about to meet with their new spouse would make an effort to look presentable, but the creature Revy might have bared some semblance to currently was maybe…a yeti?

Desperate for something to drink, preferably of the strongly alcoholic kind, Revy commenced stumbling through the parameters in search of a bottle - and old piss would do for now, so long as it did the job! Sadly though, the best she could dig out was a bottle of soda and a few cartons of fruit juice.

How the fuck they were these crazy assholes expecting people to squeeze out a bunch of brats like some factory and not provide one of the leading products required for pregnancy??? Not that she actually intended banging some random ass stranger, it’d take more than Rhum for that….a coma, maybe.

Eventually, the moment of truth arrived.

Allowing a moment or two for the person on the other side to stew a little, Revy finally donned a grip on the handle and yanked the door open, half leaning onto its frame for support as she eyed the person on the other side of with a scowl.

“….”

~~What~~

“Well shit, no booze and same sex marriage…Looks like this crappy little baby program they’re tryin’ to get going here is gonna produce about as much fuckin’ result as a bible in a whore house.”

An inelegant snort of laughter escaped the woman before dark hues had descended to latch onto the bouquet of plants he had clutched against him. Yes, despite the comment Revy could still just about manage to tell he was a guy…barely.

“‘The fuck are those for, you wearing them in your hair later or summin’?”

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Mon, 25 Jun 2012 19:38:10 +0100

Zombies huh? Piece of piss.

Sat, 23 Jun 2012 23:41:58 +0100

Zombies huh?

Piece of piss.

Revy: “YOU DUMBASS!” Rock: “I’m done...

Wed, 06 Jun 2012 17:17:00 +0100

Revy: “YOU DUMBASS!”

Rock: “I’m done with you guys! I’m gettin’ the Hell out of here”

Revy: ”YOU LIMP DICK SON OF A BITCH! YOU’RE RUNNING AWAY?”

Rock: ”WHY DO I HAVE TO SUFFER LIKE THIS?? I CAN’T TAKE IT ANYMORE!”

Wed, 18 Apr 2012 06:53:57 +0100

immoralpriest: revysteadygo replied to your post: Sanzo…you’re such a shitty monk. Should try...

Tue, 17 Apr 2012 08:28:23 +0100

immoralpriest:

revysteadygo replied to your post: Sanzo…you’re such a shitty monk. Should try that…

NEVER DONT YOU DARE BECOME SOME PRISSY ASS PANSY I WILL KILL YOU MYSELF

You say that like you could.

You say that like I couldn’t, asshole.

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Sun, 15 Apr 2012 16:53:32 +0100

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Tue, 10 Apr 2012 09:00:17 +0100

immoralpriest: Oh yes. You’re hilarious. Shutup. Not gonna happen. I don’t have the patience to...

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 21:35:00 +0100

immoralpriest:

~~Oh yes. You’re hilarious. Shutup.~~

Not gonna happen. I don’t have the patience to deal with your bullshit. So how about I cut this meeting short and just fucking kill you instead. That works just fine for me.

~~What makes you think I’m kidding?~~

Lock and load it baby, let’s see which one of us bites the dust first eh? I’ve always wanted to blast a hole right through that pretty girly face of yours. Betcha’ your boyfriends will be really fucking sad then!

immoralpriest: revysteadygo replied to your post GOOOOOOOOOOOOD COME BE INDIE WITH ME IM...

Mon, 02 Apr 2012 01:47:07 +0100

immoralpriest:

revysteadygo replied to your post

GOOOOOOOOOOOOD COME BE INDIE WITH ME IM BORED

Already being indie with you. WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT FROM ME, WOMAN!? DX

~~I want Goku IMEANWUT~~

I dunno…you could put a bullet through your face, that’d be a good start.

x—marksthespot: revysteadygo started following you Oh. Sheesh Naoto ya’ could at...

Sun, 01 Apr 2012 20:42:38 +0100

x—marksthespot:

revysteadygo started following you

Oh.

Sheesh Naoto ya’ could at least pretend you’re happy to see me again.

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Tue, 14 Feb 2012 12:07:16 +0000

aeronautical-genius: Yes. Then get your mangy furry ass to bed and stop acting all retarded.

Sun, 05 Feb 2012 10:30:25 +0000

aeronautical-genius:

Yes.

Then get your mangy furry ass to bed and stop acting all retarded.