Going Home

cellmate13:

loveless-lexy:

Lexy gave a half-hearted smile. “I know…I’ve been…gone. I’ve just been…not dealing with problems that needed—need—to be dealt with, really.” Lexy let out a quiet, but very tired and very stressed sigh. “It was two and some days. I went back home, to New York City. I don’t think I originally meant to go there, I just sort of ended up there after a few days.” Lexy shrugged and shifted the weight of the luggage bag she had dangling from her shoulder by a strap. “How has everything been here? How are you??” She finally gave Aggie a good look. The woman that was so bouncing and happy before she left seemed like she was a bit broken down on the inside.

Agatha nodded - problems, she understood all too well…

“Well it’s good to see you back!” She smiled. How was she…? How was she? Agatha shrunk back slightly. “Yeah well… S’not been to good here to be honest.”

If she was going to retell the whole gruesome tale over again, she’d need some drink inside…

Pointing to a nearby bar, Agatha cocked her head. “Wanna get drunk and catch up?”

Lexy nodded vigorously. A drink sounded absolutely perfect. Or three or four drinks, if she were being honest with herself. “That sounds like heaven, Aggie.” Lexy shook her head, realizing how fucked up everything had become. She gave the other woman’s shoulder an adoring squeeze and readjusted her bags. “I’m sorry nothing’s been going too well with you either…” Lexy frowned.

Going Home

cellmate13:

loveless-lexy:

Lexy looked up to the sound of a familiar voice. It was Aggie. She breathed a sigh of relief. Looking up with a touch of shame she answered, “Yeah…Hey Aggie…” Lexy ran her hand through her long, dark hair, ruffling it out of its flat state on the back of her head from resting on the bus for hours.

“Where have you been?! I haven’t seen your round these parts in so long!” She exclaimed, noticing how tired the woman looked. “Long drive?”

Lexy gave a half-hearted smile. “I know…I’ve been…gone. I’ve just been…not dealing with problems that needed—need—to be dealt with, really.” Lexy let out a quiet, but very tired and very stressed sigh. “It was two and some days. I went back home, to New York City. I don’t think I originally meant to go there, I just sort of ended up there after a few days.” Lexy shrugged and shifted the weight of the luggage bag she had dangling from her shoulder by a strap. “How has everything been here? How are you??” She finally gave Aggie a good look. The woman that was so bouncing and happy before she left seemed like she was a bit broken down on the inside.

Going Home

cellmate13:

loveless-lexy:

After running from her problems for over nine months, Lexy decided it was time to go home. It was her fault she had run when her twin sister had popped up in town, and it was her fault she had abandon her to begin with. Now she had to deal with it. She had to actually deal with her damn problems.

She sighed, stroking Cello’s bald head. “I guess I’ll have to call them now and let them know I’m coming home.” she mused out loud to the cat, referring to the young couple she had renting out her apartment she had left bare. The cat mewled at her and Lexy took it as a confirmation. She looked around the shitty one-room studio, the walls were yellowing and the blinds that were once white, were now covered in a fine layer of dust. The modeling shoots she had taken on the road covered her rent and left little over for much more than groceries and Cello’s wet cat food. In truth, she was looking forward to getting back to Metro where her shoots paid her more than a few pennies, it seemed, as they did back in New York. “I forgot,” she had thought to herself soon after arriving back to her home city, “every skinny girl with tits here is a model.”

By 8pm that night, Lexy had all of her (admittedly few) things packed in two luggage bags and was waiting by the bus stop. It would be at least two days and a couple transfers before she would be back home.

Agatha was walking past the bus stop, on her way back to the apartment when she saw a familiar face.

“L-Lexy..?”

Lexy looked up to the sound of a familiar voice. It was Aggie. She breathed a sigh of relief. Looking up with a touch of shame she answered, “Yeah…Hey Aggie…” Lexy ran her hand through her long, dark hair, ruffling it out of its flat state on the back of her head from resting on the bus for hours.

((UHG. Okay, what’s the damn trick to RPing with the new update?? I haven’t had to RP with this damn update yet. xP))

((Fuck it. Nevermind. I got this shit.))

Put ‘Claimed’ in my ask box and I’ll use a number generator to decide what you get:

ask-katherine-pierce:

1. A kiss
2. A steamy kiss
3. Me for one night
4. A slap to the face
5. A confession
6. Me for two nights
7. A harsh insult
8. An angry/jealous text
9. Drunk voice mail
10. 4 days with me chained to their side
11. A hug
12. A pat on the back
13. A kitten
14. Up to mun

(Source: gimmememesnowx, via madame-enigma)

Put a Symbol in my ask

late-night-creature-feature:

‽ - I’m too shy to talk to you
✩ - You inspire me
☼ - You make me smile
☏ - I wish we’d talk more
✌- I want to get to know you
☺ - I want to be your friend
＃- I want to thank you
✓ - I like you
♣ - I want to cuddle you
❀ - I think I’m falling for you
＊ - I want to kiss you
♥ - I’m in love with you
愛 - I love you
∞ - I want to date you
© - Will you be mine?
(´･ω･`)- I’ll pay you 350,000 yen for anal

Someone Pleeeasee!

(Source: alltime-bro, via asktheinfernoassassin)

Even if it may seem I only rp with a few certain people

I am always open to rp with anyone else. Don’t be afraid to come ask me, or just jump into one of my open posts

(via mira-starling)

Please reblog if you are an OC/OC friendly rp blog

ridleystark:

Being an OC is like being a peasant sometimes.

(Source: gokuuderas, via cellmate13)

Put ‘wow’ in my ask box and I’ll reply with

soundless-world:

You are my;;
[] Acquaintance
[] Friend
[] Stranger
[] Boyfriend/Girlfriend
[] Love Interest
[] Best Friend
[] Enemy
[] Nemesis
[] Other

I think you’re;;
[] Ugly
[] Ok
[] Pretty
[] Beautiful
[] Gorgeous
[] Sexy
[] Hot

We should;;
[] Fight
[] Fuck
[] Kiss
[] Make love
[] Text
[] Watch films

I;;
[] Like You
[] Hate You
[] Love You
[] Think you’re …

I secretly;;
[] Hate You
[] Love You
[] Like You
[] Dislike You
[] Think You’re …

Should you reblog this?
[] Yes
[] No

(via ever-so-humble)

((Someone make a starter with Lexy! Dear lord I’ve been gone too long…))

Going Home

After running from her problems for over nine months, Lexy decided it was time to go home. It was her fault she had run when her twin sister had popped up in town, and it was her fault she had abandon her to begin with. Now she had to deal with it. She had to actually deal with her damn problems.

She sighed, stroking Cello’s bald head. “I guess I’ll have to call them now and let them know I’m coming home.” she mused out loud to the cat, referring to the young couple she had renting out her apartment she had left bare. The cat mewled at her and Lexy took it as a confirmation. She looked around the shitty one-room studio, the walls were yellowing and the blinds that were once white, were now covered in a fine layer of dust. The modeling shoots she had taken on the road covered her rent and left little over for much more than groceries and Cello’s wet cat food. In truth, she was looking forward to getting back to Metro where her shoots paid her more than a few pennies, it seemed, as they did back in New York. “I forgot,” she had thought to herself soon after arriving back to her home city, “every skinny girl with tits here is a model.”

By 8pm that night, Lexy had all of her (admittedly few) things packed in two luggage bags and was waiting by the bus stop. It would be at least two days and a couple transfers before she would be back home.

/slowly slinks back into existence…./

“Blue lips, blue veins, blue: the colour of our planet from far far away.”