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Hellsocold
We all have our sickness... all our fears and regrets. I don't care who you are all these things exist right under the skin threating to surface at any given moment....
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Just for laughs!
This is me and my brother tomarrow. What till the slapp boxing happens.
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Thought this looked pretty cool. Me and my brother found a cool little spot across from the river and when you walked out onto the tree you had a great veiw. After I played around with the colors I got this from it.
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Wow fucking weird was listening to the song the same time it was posted.
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the link to Angel lol
http://angel-hellfire.tumblr.com/
Here you go she wants to have some fun!
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Angel's Blog
Yep she's online and waiting for asks and stories. Just look up Angel Hellfire she's waiting.
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A few seconds went by before his words started to make sense. Something started turning in her stomach as the voices seemed to start screaming in her head. Was it the alcohol she had been drunker before then she was now and this never happened. Her heart dropped and she held her head begging it all to stop hoping he wouldn't notice. The question. . . oh yes the question. "I was in Jamaica one time and this old woman told me about it. She said it'd be hard to find but there would be something here for me. . .something important. . ." She smiled through closed eyes and held her head. Maybe she was being to honest. A scream almost pierced her own lips at that point. Those voices would not shut up they only got louder. It wasn't the alcohol at all something in her head was just . . . off. She noticed his reaction from what she had said but she gave no signs away that she had seen it.
She was always pretty good at that acting dumb. 'Oh fuck!' she thought in her head. She didn't no if she had said it out loud or not. What the fuck was she even doing here? She took and a deep breath and looked him straight in the eyes. Those eyes that held so much in them. "Do you want my honest opinion?" She laughed and grinned from ear to ear. "What is your name?" She would not drink anymore. She wanted to go back and lay down in the dirty bed at that inn down the road she had been staying. She wanted a shower too. She wanted to puke. But she wanted to stay here with him at the same time.
At the bottom of a bottle.
A smile crept across her face once again. He was talking to her, usually people avoided talking to her she could never fathom why though. She noted his Spanish accent, she knew a little bit of Spanish herself. She debated for about two seconds on whether or not trying to say something in the language. “Estoy solo aqui…” She ment to say I am alone here she didn’t know if she said it right. “A boat brought me here. Someone told me how beautiful it was here and I had to find out for myself. I thought it might help me with my writing as well. Are you local here?” The bartender brought here a drink she took it and debated on waiting to take it; to give herself a few minutes to let the last shot settle. She took it happily and cringed her nose when the burn hit her. “Wow! That is really strong. You’re not trying to get me drunk are you?” she laughed a little and smiled while setting the glass down. She had a very high tolerance to achohol but she already felt the effects from the shot as soon as she swallowed it. She didn’t want anymore but she wouldn’t tell him that. The voices in her head grew louder but she did her best to ignore them.
(BTW I thought that was a well written paragraph. Took a whole nother direction then what I expected I like that.)
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Ok soooo.
When I get enough follows I'll create another account for Angel. I'd like to do some role playing with her.
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This song is religious to me right now. I don't know why but I wanna play borderlands all of a sudden.
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I don't think I have a problem.
Ok maybe I have a problem... I love drinking I love writing while I'm drinking. 6 out of 7 days of the week I have at least one shot. I support my own habit if I do have a problem though. I've drunk so much that it takes a lot for me to get drunk. Where did it all began lets see. . . when I dated a guy who loved to drink. One night when I had a good buzz I wrote something and then I showed it to someone besides the misspelling on word lapse they said if was the deepest thing I ever wrote. So the after product of that was me to continue drinking and you know what my writing did get deeper and more detailed beside all the spelling mistakes I had to change. I don't drink when it's hot though or Ill get sick.
To anyone who thinks I have a problem. . .
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If this is how you feel there is no need to feel guilty if you to write or RP while feeling crappy the final product will be whatever you write will be crap.
I often feel bad for making people wait for replies, especially when my health is poor or offline affairs get in the way. Sometimes I’m just too tired to type up anything, or I want to rest my mind and eyes after having my brain crammed with so many things in a day. No matter the reason, I always feel very guilty for making my rp partners wait.
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Maybe if you were writing something very humerous lol
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Vaas Montenegro: You fucked with the wrong one.
The girl's sister was there most of the time the man had been threatening her. She know realized he was going to have her killed. Angel would not have any of that bullshit. The locals warned her about the pirates so she went a took a few precautions in a such a situation. Her anger bubbled all that fucking time she spent tracking down her sister, all that fucking time she could've been partying with the natives, all that time and this fucking prick was going to make it mean nothing... oh fuck that. She reached around and pulled two grenades off her sides she pulled the rings out and threw them to the group behind the man and pulled out her pistol. As soon as the granades exploded and sent blood and body parts everywhere she stepped out grinning from ear to ear. She shot the man named 'Carlos'. Her bikini top showed all her tattoos off that covered every inch of her arm. It also showed off the gashing scars and old stab wounds on her stomach and back. Her dreads whipped around angrily.
"Woooohhhhhooo!" She hollered out and starred at the man who had been threatening her sister. "Allow me, to let me introduce myself... I'm Angel Hellfire." She waited for some response from him and the few man that were still alive but missing a body part or two. She staggered a little from the large amounts of achohol she'd been consuming on the way here. "Ok you know my name now who the fuck are you and why is my sister naked and covered in blood. . . Oh that's right because one of you fuckers had the god damn nerve to fucking rape a fourteen year old fucking girl. Was it you?" She asked pointing at him. Her deep blue eyes turned a deep red in her anger. Even the man had to admit he had never seen such a thing.
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A smile crept across her face once again. He was talking to her, usually people avoided talking to her she could never fathom why though. She noted his Spanish accent, she knew a little bit of Spanish herself. She debated for about two seconds on whether or not trying to say something in the language. “Estoy solo aqui…” She ment to say I am alone here she didn’t know if she said it right. “A boat brought me here. Someone told me how beautiful it was here and I had to find out for myself. I thought it might help me with my writing as well. Are you local here?” The bartender brought here a drink she took it and debated on waiting to take it; to give herself a few minutes to let the last shot settle. She took it happily and cringed her nose when the burn hit her. “Wow! That is really strong. You’re not trying to get me drunk are you?” she laughed a little and smiled while setting the glass down. She had a very high tolerance to achohol but she already felt the effects from the shot as soon as she swallowed it. She didn’t want anymore but she wouldn’t tell him that. The voices in her head grew louder but she did her best to ignore them.
(BTW I thought that was a well written paragraph. Took a whole nother direction then what I expected I like that.)
At the bottom of a bottle.
There was so much wrong with what Serenity was feeling inside at that point… The problem was she felt nothing at all. Everything her life had revolved around was gone, all her hopes and dreams just gone. The years she had spent writing that so called piece of shit that the publisher had thrown back into her face and spat at it… It was worthless after that therefore her sanity, her life, and everything she’d done was fucking worthless. She could still hear the faint voices coming from the walls as she had sat in front of that computer for so long. For a long time she ignored them but she started talking back to them eventual that’s when they stopped trying to talk to her. She sighed picking up the glass of vodka and taking another big gulp .. It made her feel something. She knew the last few strings holding her mind to reality was slipping away she didn’t care anymore… She lit a cigarette and contently puffed on it. Her braids swayed as she turned her head for a moment. Then a man had caught her attention, it wasn’t his dirty clothes with consisted of a red tank top faded camouflage pants or military boots… It wasn’t his Mohawk that had more hair products used on it then she used to mataine her braids… It wasn’t the scar or muscles or even his tanned skin all nice features but that wasn’t it… It was his eyes. She quickly turned away but looking out of the corner or her eye she could still see him starring her down leaning against the bars counter… ‘fuck it,’ she thought. She looked back to him and gave a crooked smile ,’Hey… Whats the best drink here? This vodka aint cuttin it no more.” Her golden brown eyes gave nothing away as she waited for a reply. As she waited she gave a small smile away. She had to admit he was somewhat cute. Yea she wanted to talk to him and no she showed no signs of nervousness the worse he could say was fuck off.
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RP let me introduce Angel.
AHDJSHJFJFNJSHFJHSFISHU!!!! Da fuck am I suppose to do with a fucking fanfic when I can't get a RPer to play along!? Maybe it'll work out better this way gonna bring out the big guns with some Angel specialty In case you're wondering who she is. . . she is the most insane chick I've ever come up with. She's from a book I wrote and she's still one of my favorite.
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