quinniexburrows replied to your post: How was your walk?
What ? no! are you ok? did you kick their ass?
Yeah, i’m fine, don’t worry about me. I bashed their head into a brick wall.
She turned to see what the noise was, letting out a sigh of relief. “I need to not stay at Allies anymore.” Quinn mumbled to herself. “She never stops with the horror stories.” Pushing back her hair she walked quickly. She needed to get home.
Just when she was but a few feet away from that particular alleyway, her senses were shocked into register what was to follow when a multitude of screams filled the brisk night air only to be silenced— partially— by the snap and crunch of bones breaking, the sick thud of skulls clashing against brick walls and the wet flap of torn flesh landing on the granite and asphalt beneath them all. The screams, which could make the pits of your stomach curdle just as bad as milk, eventually stopped only to have the passing train roar by and have all the street lights in that Narrow flicker on and off. As stray pieces of the New York Times fly by her, a silhouette is vaguely visible exiting said alleyway, nothing but a pitch black figure that’s eyes were absent of any pupils. Then the light came back and a bit more detail etched itself in on his frame. His complete lower jaw was engorged in a glossy red and so were his hands, he sported a raggedy, tattered and torn ended black trench coat that hung off him like a Reaper’s robe. His hair was long, gnarled mane of entangled dirty blonde while his body was about five hundred pounds of— as of late— sinewy Canadian wilderness, standing at a height of six foot six. Grinning from ear to proverbial ear, the man slicked back some hair with eagerly
(as well as bloodied)
wriggling, sharp-ended extremities on his right hand. His voice bellowed a sort of roar when he decided to call out to her. A Southern drawl in each syllable passing those lips of his.
”Evenin’ there, darlin’!”
quinniexburrows replied to your post: Ok….who is it?
Oh my god-covers her mouth slightly- Take me to here. I…I really need to help, what happened to the child? whats their condtion?
John starts his down a hall, motioning Quinn to follow, talking quickly, his tone urgent, “She was attacked, she has two broken ribs and a black eye with a concussion. Don’t worry about the attacker, I got that covered.”
quinniexburrows started following you
well, hello there. might i know your name, Ms?
Last message to Bruce so far after India
A package came for Bruce.
Note: I know you’re nervous about me going to Gotham on my own. But here I made something for you. Yes it’s cutesy but I hope it makes you think of me. I love you. Hug Erica for me. I’ll call.
-Love, Quinn
Bruce read the note, walking back into his living room. He wished that she had come in person, but he knew he wouldn’t have let her go if she did. She was right, he was immensely nervous about her going on her own, but at the same time, he knew that he had to trust her and let her stand on her own. He turned the doll over in his hands, thinking. After a short while, he decided to take out his phone. He didn’t know exactly where she was right now, due to the fact that she hadn’t really given him specifics. Only the day and time she was leaving. So instead of calling her, he opted to text her.
[/text] How is your journey so far? -Bruce
Quinnie&Loki: Accident.
Loki teleported to Central Park, some place with trees and no one around, snarling.
“Damn him, you hear me, Thor?DAMN YOU!!!”
His staff appeared in his hands, and he slammed the bottom into the ground, watching as his surroundings were dusted with thick, blue ice. He snarled again.
“I should have killed you when I had the chance, you obscene oaf!”
He blasted a few trees.
-hugs twatty close-
*cuddles* Did she say anything to you?
She stepped back from him awkwardly. It’s true a lot of other kids had gone to celebrate the Holiday with their family. Except her, she was out of the house and to her mom that meant for good. “I should of been watching where I was going though…”
“No harm done, kid.” Logan shook his head, hands raised in defence. He took a drag from his cigar before putting it out in the gravel with the toe of his boot. He tried not to smoke around the kids - wasn’t fair to them, apparently. “You’re the new kid, right? Qu - Qua - Q-somethin’.” He snapped his fingers, annoyed that he couldn’t recall the name. He’d been told, seeing as she had somethin’ in common with him. Claws, maybe?
Hi
-pets twatty gently-I am a promise. I just could use a kitty right now,-offers a cat treat-
*eats treat and cuddles her*
-Jareth hugs his new cat friend back. Hooting softly- ooc; Good. XD Jareth wants to be bros with Twatty. Yes the owl has its own muse.
*purrs* ((ooc: 8D
REASONS WHY MY MUSE IS DENSE AS HELL.
- alliecat: It's cuz you're here~
- alliecat: And I have kittens!
- thorn: ...Kittens?
- thorn: (AHAHAHA)
- thorn: (Thorn literally just thought)
- thorn: (...kittens)
- thorn: (...Allie is a cat.)
- alliecat: [I KNEW IT]
- thorn: (THE FUCK DID I DO0
- alliecat: [I KNBEWJKFJ]
- quinniexburrows1: -walks downstairs-
- alliecat: [HAHAHAHAHA]
- thorn: (XD XD XD)
- alliecat: [LMFAO]
- *Please don't spam/flood the chat.*
- *Please don't spam/flood the chat.*
- *Please don't spam/flood the chat.*
- *Please don't spam/flood the chat.*
- *Please don't spam/flood the chat.*
- alliecat: [[[[[]
- alliecat: [OMFG]
- alliecat: [FUCK YOU TINYCHAT]
- [6: 41 PM] ericawells left the room.
- alliecat: Yeah!
- alliecat: -turns in his arms and points to the couch-
- alliecat: Huh? Oh, hey, Quinn!
- thorn: W-where did the kittnes come from, Allie...? -walks in, putting her down-
- quinniexburrows1: hey
- alliecat: -blinks and tilts her head-
- alliecat: From Loki.
- thorn: -stalls-
- thorn: Th- w..
- thorn: What.
- allseeingeyes: Did ally have kittens?
- quinniexburrows1: .....Oh
- alliecat: -blinks-
- alliecat: ...
- allseeingeyes: *Allie
- alliecat: -pales-
- alliecat: *WHAT?*
- alliecat: NONOO
- thorn: What do you mean, Al?
- alliecat: NONONOO
- alliecat: -flails-
- alliecat: I MEAN I SAVED THEM FROM HIM
- alliecat: NOT
- alliecat: GAHHHH.
