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penitentdaemon: (Thinking)
From: [personal profile] penitentdaemon
[OOC: I shouldn't put Eifle 65's blue for a prompt right? I'm winging this so work with me.]

Bamf~

The scent of sulfur was unmistakable and it filled the hanger bay as Kurt Wagner popped into existence and dropped to the floor.

"Mein Gott," he said softly with a groan as he clasps one three fingered hand to his head. That wasn't like usual bamf; it left a weird hum in his head that he didn't understand. Looking around, it didn't seem like any of the little bamfs managed to follow him - which was good. The last thing he needed was bamfs taking over another structure.

But the hanger was familiar. The blackbird wasn't the same and that's what Kurt finds himself frowning at as he circles the jet curiously.
Edited Date: 2014-06-02 09:54 pm (UTC)
wreck_a_little: (Sullen)
From: [personal profile] wreck_a_little
Runaway train Or Come Undone

Lady's choice Xd
(Can play him FC or DoFP just only have FC icons for him)
stopmovingthefurniture: (down ☢ just a small reminder)
From: [personal profile] stopmovingthefurniture
It had been a whirlwind of events, to say the least. Ever since he overheard his parents discussing selling him, he'd been on autopilot; packed a bag, jumped out the window, never looked back. For weeks, he roughed it on the streets, dumpster diving and lurking in the shadows. Then he was found, and reluctantly, he agreed to go with the two men who proved to be like him.

Now he was here, not that he was entirely sure what 'here' looked like. It was huge, he'd learned, and he'd heard people talk about green green grass and blue blue sky. But, again, he wasn't entirely sure what either of those looked like, either. But he was sitting on the green green grass beneath a tree, further apart from where everyone else was, wings pulled tight and hidden against his back. He preferred it that way, pulling out handfuls of the grass and stacking it in a pile in front of him.

erik lehnsherr | xmfc/dofp

Date: 2014-06-04 06:05 am (UTC)
dismissed: (Default)
From: [personal profile] dismissed

Edited (i can read, promise) Date: 2014-06-04 06:06 am (UTC)

Date: 2014-06-29 02:15 am (UTC)
magicink: (closeup scruffy)
From: [personal profile] magicink
The college bar was hopping with a live band in one corner playing some kind of weird combo of rock and bluegrass and midterms finally over. It was nights like these that Julian only had to exist to get good tips. When he actually tried to do a halfway decent job, he could really make a nice haul to the bank.

He ideally watched as a rather short man tried to pick up some chick at the bar using some of the worst lines he'd ever heard. Just as he was smirking and rolling his eyes, his gaze met the pretty blond sitting nearby.

Date: 2015-01-25 10:14 pm (UTC)
the_star_child: (hoodie)
From: [personal profile] the_star_child
Retail therapy was a must tonight. Elliott had just bombed a test and he needed to blow off some steam. This typically was very bad for his credit card, but at least he didn't have too high of a limit. It contained his damage.

He slipped on the leather jacket with the fringe that he could never afford and in the mirror made a pose like he was jamming on a guitar. Someday..
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