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Hey Soul Sister (3)Alexa gripped her coffee mug tightly. "Remind me what you're doing here," she growled softly, refusing to meet Juno's amused black gaze.Hey Soul Sister (3) by Maerd7733SCAIP
Juno giggled. "Why, I just had passionate sex with your fiancé, of course. And may I say—" she winked. "He's quite the charmer."
"You're lying," Alexa retorted immediately. "Donnie wouldn't do that, and besides, you're married."
Juno clasped a hand over her heart. "I'm married? Christ, why didn't anyone ever tell me? Guess this means I'll have to start settling down now. I’m forever doomed to a life of long skirts, housekeeping, and popping out babies—all because I said ‘I do’ at the altar!” She flung a delicate hand to her forehead. Alexa took a sip of coffee, rolling her eyes. “Woe is me! I’ll have to shut down the Underworld, or find an heir to take over! Whatever will I say to all my lovers? They’ll be so disappointed—” she broke off the dra
Hey Soul Sister (2)She. Did. Not. Like. Horses.Hey Soul Sister (2) by Maerd7733SCAIP
Horses were bad ideas for people who had prosthetic limbs.
She bounced wildly in the saddle, digging her fingers into the leather in a desperate attempt to keep her seat. She tugged the reins sharply with her other hand; the horse whinnied in protest but obeyed, slowing to a walk. One thing she was grateful for was how calm and obedient the horses were. A blessing for such an awful rider like herself. She’d rather hoped that the scientists had progressed further on their attempts to rewire the trains and cars left over from before the War, but clearly this was not the case. For now, horses it was. Note to self: Look into wagons.
She could just see the road in the corner of her eye. She tugged the reins again, not quite sure how to turn the horse to the side. She could've sworn the animal actually rolled its eyes at her before swinging to the right and beginning the ascent up the shallow hill that would lead to the small town where
Hey Soul Sister (1)Step, kick, duck, swing. Inhale. Kick, block, crouch, flip. Exhale. Swing, step, punch, duck, block, kick, swing. Deep breath. Jump, swing, duck, fall, get right back up don’t you dare stop for a moment, block, punch, kick—Hey Soul Sister (1) by Maerd7733SCAIP
She threw herself backwards as the ugly, cone-shaped head was wrenched off the long, thin neck, closing her eyes as foul-tasting oil splattered across her face. She spat, wiping her face carefully with a metal fist, wrinkling her nose at the putrid gunk. While great for getting out frustration, her line of work wasn’t exactly the cleanest.
She eyed the remains of the Spider-Bot disdainfully, brown gaze falling on the severed head. Spider-Bots were particularly tricky because their heads needed to be completely destroyed in order for them to die. Already she could see feeble signs of life returning to the mangled blades that made up the ‘Bot’s legs. She sighed and smoothed her wildly curling hair
Hey Soul Sister: PrologueYou wouldn’t have been able to tell she was there if you weren’t looking for her. The filthy trench coat she wore completely enveloped her tiny body, camouflaging her against the blackened bricks of the buildings she sat against. The rain had darkened her wildly frizzing hair, relentlessly pouring down on her as she sat in a pathetic little huddle on the street corner. All around her, people rushed past, eager to get out from the downpour despite their warm coats and umbrellas. She struggled to her torn and bloodied feet, leaning heavily against the wall as her coat dragged along behind her. She’d been walking for days. She hadn’t eaten or slept in as long, and she just wanted to curl up and die.Hey Soul Sister: Prologue by Maerd7733SCAIP
But little girls wandering by themselves in the rain have a tendency to attract trouble, and of course this time was no different.
A foot shot out of nowhere, stepping on the edge of her coat and making her fall onto her face. “Get up,” a harsh voice snapped
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