L I G H T E N I N G & R A I N{OPEN TO ONE}

[Alexia Temere]

I'm a wild one, I'm lots of fun. What can I say, I betcha you're gonna like it that way. Yeah, yeah, don't really care. I know I'm not the girl next door, but I can give you much more and make you scream make you lose control. Yeah, I'm gonna drive you crazy. I'm crazy, real crazy. What you think don't even faze me. I'm crazy, can't tame me.

DOMINIQUE
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Time. Everything seemed to revolve around time. “Be back before nine, Lexi.” “It is your bedtime, Lexi.” “Don’t screw up this time, Lexi!” Lexi, Lexi, Lexi! It was always Lexi. Always Lexi and always Time. It was as if Damien only cared for his true sister. The one he grew up with, the one that used to go through torture by her own father. It was as if he didn’t even try to recognize Dominique when she wanted some attention. So, that afternoon, when Damien was gone for shopping and thought that Alexia was asleep, it was Dominique who sneaked out of the house and got on the ferry to Manhattan. She hailed a taxi, spitting acidic comments at the poor man a vast majority of the time. God, the guy drove like a moron! She had never seen anyone who could drive so horribly!

And then, when she was on the ferry, a bit of her paranoia started to kick in and she inevitably hid in the bathroom area on the boat. Well, until it stopped moving at least. When it did, she ran off of it, pushing people aside and stepping into the city air. But it wasn’t the usual city air she was used to. It was pouring down rain, the skies black with clouds. Damn, now her outfit was going to get soaked. She was wearing a black crop top that had a torn up red heart on it and a pair of black and white, bleached looking jean shorts. The ends were frayed. The only good part of her outfit was her neon pink rain boots. Well, those and her neon pink necklace.

Oh well, as long as she didn’t get too cold. The rain actually felt nice. And, since it was about eight o’clock now, it meant that the vamps and what not were out to play! Hopefully they were, at least. She didn’t care either way. As she walked, she found herself heading towards Central Park. It was a nice place to be, she figured. Dominique was actually calm at the moment, surprisingly. In her calmness, she listened to the pitter patter of the rain and the distant sounds of lightning and thunder.

And then someone walked into her. Thankfully she caught herself before she ended up on the ground but boy did that piss her off. Eyes narrowing, she glared up at the person, not seeing the person, though and hissed, “You fucking moron! Watch where the HELL you’re goin’ next time!” Anger was radiating off of her and she just wanted to hit something at the moment. But she was able to take a little control of herself and didn’t hit the person. Not yet, at least.

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TAG: open
WORDS: 456
OURFIT: Black crop top that had a torn up red heart on it and a pair of black and white, bleached looking jean shorts, the ends frayed. Neon pink rain boots and a neon pink necklace.
NOTES: Hope this is good for who ever decides to join it

[Ophelia Cait]

little thief

Once upon a time a thief came to a small town
The thief left rich & happy the end

All I wanna do is

Ophelia just was not having a good week. First the demon known as Ezra had managed to take his million dollar ruby necklace back, the one she had looted from his home. She was also out thirty thousand dollars because she had had created a perfect fake. It was still a lovely necklace, one any heiress would love to wear but once you saw that ruby as big as a pampered Chihuahua it could not compare to the one she had created! She cursed herself, she would have to take the fake ruby out and then hopefully she would redeem some of her cash. But her heart ached over the loss of that million dollar original.

Still yet to come in the week was another almost fatal meeting with another demon, Skuld. She had taken him for a rich club owner and had tried to pilfer his cash but had gotten very, very caught. She had wrangled in a deal for her life that would require just talking to him for a few days out of a few months. But she was ancy and regretted trying to steal from the club owner. He also had asked her if she wanted immortal beauty. Who wouldn’t want that? But the price would be her soul and it wasn’t something she was ready to pay. After all, it wasn’t like she was old and ugly; she was still very young and very gorgeous.

Ophelia held up her black umbrella and it protected her from the rain. She absolutely hated getting wet. She was dressed in two hundred and fifty dollar jeans and a three hundred dollar black silk tee shirt that would look perfect in any club. She looked like she had just come out of a club. She hadn’t. But she was. Clubs in New York were closing and opening up each week. They were easy scores but Ophelia couldn’t make herself go into the line. What would happen if she met a third demon? She had got off lucky with the first. Got off extremely luck with the second. She would not be so lucky with the third.

Ophelia needed to take something. It didn’t matter that she already had several million dollars in her offshore accounts. It would never be enough! She needed more. She wanted more. She would never stop at just a billion dollars. She wouldn’t even stop at 100 billion dollars. Besides, stealing was fun. It bothered her none that innocent people got arrested or lost their jobs when she stole famous artwork at museums. It didn’t bother her that people couldn’t feed their children. And it really didn’t bother her when people lost their family heirlooms.

If Ophelia had five twenty dollar bills in her pocket, she would steal a pack of gum. So it really shouldn’t surprise someone when she pick pocketed them. It really wasn’t worth the effort of doing it to anyone not in a suit and a tie or carrying around a designer dog in a designer bag but before Ophelia could stop herself she had knocked into the rainbow haired girl and relieved her of her chain wallet. “What. Ever.” Ophelia said so disrespectfully as she had her back to the girl now. Usually when she knocked into people they apologized to her! She stuffed the wallet into her bra and kept on walking, not even turning around so the girl couldn’t see that Ophelia had her wallet.

And a, and take your money

Words: 577 Outfit: this Tag: alexia Notes: hope you can see and hope post is ok Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[Alexia Temere]

I'm a wild one, I'm lots of fun. What can I say, I betcha you're gonna like it that way. Yeah, yeah, don't really care. I know I'm not the girl next door, but I can give you much more and make you scream make you lose control. Yeah, I'm gonna drive you crazy. I'm crazy, real crazy. What you think don't even faze me. I'm crazy, can't tame me.

DOMINIQUE
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The pink haired girl’s glare was like an icy dagger: dark, sharp, and filled with cold-bitterness. Leave it to some red haired, prissy looking New Yorker to be ever so rude as to bump into someone else without even apologizing! The bitch! And the girl just walked right past her! Dominique was furious. Honestly, if she were in a cartoon, smoke would be coming out of her ears.

“ What. Ever.”

Dominique growled at what the lady mumbled. Then she turned and shouted at the woman. “IF YOU’RE GOIN’ TA SAY SHIT, THEN AT LEAST HAVE THE DECENCY TA SAY IT TO MY FACE!” But the lady just kept walking. Oh, whatever, she’d remember that bitch and get her back when the time came.

Dominique didn’t notice her missing wallet. Not at first, at least. She just turned back around and continued to walk. Her pink hair was drenched, sticking to her cheeks and forehead as if they were glued there. She was playing around with her tongue piercing. A barbell with balls at the end in the colors of the rainbow. It was a habit of hers, to fiddle with the thing inside her mouth when she was ready to ‘roar’, figuratively speaking.

Thinking of the barbell reminded her of something. She usually went in an order with her hair, but the urge to make it rainbow over powered her. She was going to have to change it tonight.

Sighing, Dominique finally calmed down, just a little. She reached for her pocket to mess around with her wallet… but it was gone. It had only been a moment or so since she bumped into the red head, but the realization came quickly.

“THAT BITCH!!!” she yelled. She had been pick pocketed, and she was sure that it was the red head. Almost certain. There was little possibility that it had simply ‘fallen’ out of her pocket. It was on a chain! That didn’t happen without her knowing it!

Turning around yet again, she ran in the direction she thought the woman took. Luckily, Dominique was right and was able to spot her. Then she slowed down, starting to walk, trying to stay behind the girl. “Hey you!” She was talking to the red head. “Get back here with my wallet, you thieving rat.” Her eyes were dark, malicious intent shining in them. If she didn’t get her wallet back, this chick was going to pay.

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TAG: ophelia
WORDS: 406
OURFIT: black crop top that had a torn up red heart on it and a pair of black and white, bleached looking jean shorts, the ends frayed. neon pink rain boots and a neon pink necklace.
LYRICS: ‘Crazy’ by Sweetbox
NOTES: that is sooo evil! stealing from a psycho with seemingly pink hair at the moment

[Ophelia Cait]

little thief

Once upon a time a thief came to a small town
The thief left rich & happy the end

All I wanna do is

Ophelia cringed as she continued to walk and the girl continued to yell. She had absolutely nothing to say to the pink haired girl. She sounded like a street person or some really, really New Yorkan Ghetto! Since the girl didn’t smell like a street person would she assumed that she was just really, really ghetto. Ophelia had nothing to say to the girl since she couldn’t out yell her in a shouting match. Ophelia blended into the shadows, she fit into the elite upper class by her mannerisms. She was of no match for this girl verbally and physically in a sense of fighting.

But down to the gist of things Ophelia was ten times as athletic as one needed to be to grapple down museum sky roofs and slither through long forgotten tunnels. She could bend her body not unlike a contortionist and she could move with willowy aspects when it came to dodging the odd nature of laser beams revealed with a spray can. Ophelia could lift up statues that weighted a hundred pounds (it really helped when she told herself that these things could be sold for half a million dollars). But a verbal match? Oh, heavens, no! Ophelia would lose that for she had never yelled at a single person in her life.

She was tempted to look in the wallet and see what her goodies would be though she knew that it would be scarce. If Ophelia was lucky there would be at least twenty dollars which could buy her a good Chinese meal. Ophelia wasn’t stupid enough to use any ATM machines because those captured images. The last thing Ophelia needed or wanted was to be caught by the police. There were at least fifty open cases that she had committed against museums but she wasn’t a suspect. No one knew she existed. And there were some cases that had been closed; other people having confessed thought they were innocent – at least in the aspect that she had taken the portrait or statue while they a bunch of staplers.

Ophelia yawned as the familiar pitter patter of raindrops hit her umbrella. If there was such credit to give to the rain it was that the air always smelled so much sweeter. New York always smelled like dirt and grime but to Ophelia, it was home. You weren’t really supposed to ‘piss’ on your own turf but most of the times it was just too tempting not to take that Picasso from the museum featuring two nights only, or that gleaming yellow Tiffany’s Gem, the one she had been stealing when she met Ezra. Once she gathered such objects she usually forgot about them. How could she have forgotten about stealing that yellow Tiffany’s Diamond in the museum? Oh yes, that was replaced by that very large and very rare blood ruby necklace.

It was late and all the vendors in the park were gone. If you came during daylight hours there would be men in dirty uniforms selling hot dogs, pretzels, snow cones (which one should avoid furiously as flies liked to lick the tops of the uncovered flavor bottles) and other various blends of meat kabobs. Not that Ophelia would ever eat them, it would probably kill her! Still a sign of vendors in the park meant that it was safe. When the vendors were gone home in their beds or working their second job as a cave driver … well then all the good natured people knew to be out of the park as the vandals were on the loose!

Ophelia did not open the wallet because she doubted there would be anything good in it. It felt uncomfortable against her breast in her shirt. She did steal for money but she liked to steal for pleasure. Stealing said, ‘haha you’re stupid and I’m smarter then you. You didn’t even notice!’ And of course stealing something gave a person all sorts of trouble. They had to cancel their credit cards and go and wait in the horribly long department of motor vehicle lines. And if you thought the DMV was horrible in some small town of Colorado, you won’t dare to visit the one in New York! People probably turned to skeletons.

The red haired master thief was heading out of the park when the familiar crazy voice screamed, ‘Hey you! Get back here with my wallet, you thieving rat.’ Ophelia had never been called a rat before. In fact, she had never been called anything before. She was not worried as she had a gun hidden away in her boot. She never went anywhere without a gun. Several times these last couple of months she thought she may have to kill a few security guards of the museums but they usually turned around to the vending machine after giving Ophelia a near scare. But she never over reacted because to shoot and kill them before they saw her would bring down a heap of trouble. Her middleman, the one she gave a cut of the proceeds to sell the items she stole would definitely turn on her if he got questioned.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ophelia said in a calm voice as she continued to walk. She had her fingertips in her pocket. She was cool, calm and collected. Very much unlike the other girl. The red head did not like the pink head walking behind her. The pink one could do anything, hit her over the head with something so Ophelia walked to the edge of the sidewalk, close to the grass and turned. She pulled an expensive prepaid android phone out of her pocket and turned it on. Ophelia wasn’t afraid of anyone stealing it because she had made no calls, looked up no internet pages or tweeted once – she didn’t even have a Twitter account. But it gave the impression to others that it was okay to stand there, Ophelia also had a pack of cigarettes (she didn’t smoke) but didn’t feel like wasting one to stand there so the pink one could pass.

And a, and take your money

Words: 1020 Outfit: this Tag: alexia Notes: she's done worse, yeah i rambled - haven't used ophe in a bit Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[Alexia Temere]

I'm a wild one, I'm lots of fun. What can I say, I betcha you're gonna like it that way. Yeah, yeah, don't really care. I know I'm not the girl next door, but I can give you much more and make you scream make you lose control. Yeah, I'm gonna drive you crazy. I'm crazy, real crazy. What you think don't even faze me. I'm crazy, can't tame me.

DOMINIQUE
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“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Oh really. The red head didn’t know what she was talking about? Well, Dominique was positive that she had had her wallet when she had gotten off the Ferry, was certain she had had her wallet before she entered the park, and was sure that her wallet didn’t just fall out of her pocket. It couldn’t jus fall out of her pocket without her noticing. She was surprised that she hadn’t noticed that her wallet had disappeared when the trick stole it. Damn, she couldn’t believe any of this was happening to her!

“Oh, you don’t know what I’m talkin’ about? I don’t buy that. Not one bit,” she spat. “It’s BS and you know it. I grew up in this city , and I know a thieving rat when I see one. Even if you dress in fancy, expensive shit.” Now, Dominique was not the girl you wanted to piss off. She may not have truly ‘grown up’ on the streets or in a ‘ghetto’ area, but she was probably the most New York like out of all her personalities. And boy, the red head just screwed with the wrong personality.

The red head kept walking though. How dare she? First, she steals from Dom and now she’s trying to lie about it. And not even a good lie! She knew that it had to be this trick. No way had she just up and ‘lost’ her wallet. She liked her wallet too much to let it just slip by her. That just reminded her about how stupid she had been by letting this woman take it. When the woman turned, Dominique clicked around her tongue piercing. She was getting irritated. Really irritated. A small voice in the back of her head was trying to calm her down. No! She wasn’t going to listen, wasn’t going to let… the ‘innocent angel’ of the personalities have the satisfaction of winning. She had no intention of that at all.

So, she turned off with the lady and then ran in front of her. Her deep pink eyes {she was wearing contacts} glared at the red head. “Quit being such a bitch. You were caught. Give it back or so help me, you’ll learn ta never steal from me again.” Anger was truly pulsing off of her. She was trying to stay as calm as possible, but it was nearly impossible. She was ready to explode, ready to kill or maim if she had to. She was ready to do whatever it took to teach the thief a lesson. If only Dominique knew about the gun.

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TAG: ophelia
WORDS: 441
OURFIT: black crop top that had a torn up red heart on it and a pair of black and white, bleached looking jean shorts, the ends frayed. neon pink rain boots and a neon pink necklace.
LYRICS: ‘crazy’ by sweetbox
NOTES: oh, i’m sure that she has >.< sorry for the suckiness of the quality, isi…

[Ophelia Cait]

little thief

Once upon a time a thief came to a small town
The thief left rich & happy the end

All I wanna do is

This had never happened to Ophelia before. Usually when she knocked into the business man with the expensive suitcase or the socialite heiress with the prettied up dogs they said their apologies the men and the women, their annoyances and that was it. Ophelia had never, never, never been hunted down. It was not such a brilliant idea after all to take a woman’s wallet in the park after hours. Of course the red head had done it more on instinct after not really paying attention to her surroundings more than anything else.

“You can’t buy anything without a wallet.” Ophelia said so smugly. She was not admitting claim to guilt but stating the truth. It was like asking ‘what’s up?’ and having people reply so blandly with ‘the sky.’ Ophelia didn’t grow up in this city but another city. Like any city folks she knew a thief when she saw one, she knew a drug addict; she knew when someone was homeless. She knew if a person was made of money, she knew if a person was insane (in a sense of ramblings and talking about aliens invading their anuses). She had no idea how loony this girl was.

The cell phone turned on and Ophelia fiddled with the buttons. She got the internet going and was on ‘Google’ with nothing to search though the pink haired girl didn’t know it. “Don’t call me a bitch!” Ophelia said angrily as she tucked the cell phone away. The word bitch was an extreme insult and she had never been called a bitch or a ho before! – Ever. She knew that some women thought bitch was her name. But not Ophelia. “Don’t.” she said sounding sharp. She was not going to be called something insulting. She actually liked the sound of thieving rat, at least preferred to bitch.

Ophelia eyed the girl wondering what she was going to try and do. You never knew with people. “What are you going to do? Call your pimp or something? Is your pimp sex master going to come all ‘up in my grill’ with a baseball bat and bash in my head, then rape, cut and kill me?” she laughed mocking and insulting the girl. She had said ‘up in my grill’ while making little bunny rabbits with two fingers on each hand. Ophelia really was a little behind on all the ghetto slang. It was actually very, very funny – of course it would be hilarious to someone not in this situation. Ophelia was prepared to duck and dodge if the woman attacked her. Ophelia knew she would, especially after implying that she was a whore.

And a, and take your money

Words: 442 Outfit: this Tag: alexia Notes: it's good, hope i gave you something to work w/ :3 Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[Alexia Temere]

I'm a wild one, I'm lots of fun. What can I say, I betcha you're gonna like it that way. Yeah, yeah, don't really care. I know I'm not the girl next door, but I can give you much more and make you scream make you lose control. Yeah, I'm gonna drive you crazy. I'm crazy, real crazy. What you think don't even faze me. I'm crazy, can't tame me.

DOMINIQUE
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“Don’t call me a bitch! Don’t.”

Dominique gave a mocking grin then a sarcastic pity face. “Oh, does the thieving rat not like hearing the truth,” she snickered. “Sorry. I call them as I see them. And I know a bitch when I see one, Rat.” Now she was back to the anger. Back to the agitation.

Back to the annoying, goddamned pesky voice in her head telling her that it wasn’t worth it. Telling her to ‘not do it’. It would only end up getting her killed or something. Ha, shut it Nicole. That was all she could think. She wasn’t going to listen to some wannabe angel chick who thought that she was perfect and innocent… even if she was.

“What are you going to do? Call your pimp or something? Is your pimp sex master going to come all ‘up in my grill’ with a baseball bat and bash in my head, then rape, cut and kill me?”

Dominique began to growl. Well, the closest a human could get to growling. “FUCK YOU! I AIN’T A WHORE YOU GOD DAMNED THEIVING BITCH!” she yelled. Then she felt herself go out to punch the thief. This trick was going to learn the hard way…

Or not…

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TAG: ophelia
WORDS: 362
OURFIT: black crop top that had a torn up red heart on it and a pair of black and white, bleached looking jean shorts, the ends frayed. neon pink rain boots and a neon pink necklace.
LYRICS: ‘crazy’ by sweetbox
NOTES: lol, you gave me plenty to work with. … she isn’t a whore and sorry that it is short

[Ophelia Cait]

little thief

Once upon a time a thief came to a small town
The thief left rich & happy the end

All I wanna do is

“Bitch. Rat. Bitch. Rat. Bitch. Rat.” Ophelia said giving the punk an eye curdling stare. If anyone was passing by and heard Ophelia they would give her second and third looks! She sounded loony though she wasn’t, really! “Make up your mind, seriously!” Because a person couldn’t be a bitch-rat or a rat-bitch. A person could be a bitch or they could be a rat. “You must have dropped out of English grade two!” Ophelia said, implying that that the girl had dropped out of grammar school.

Of course Ophelia was no better. It wasn’t like she went to college. She had left home after being kicked out because she wouldn’t go to college. She was tired of moving from place to place every few months because her parents liked to travel. And even if she had spent four years at college which would have seemed like home to her, she would have had to leave eventually. So there was no point. Ophelia didn’t want to get tied down to a place she would have to leave.

It was fun insulting this girl. She had called her a whore – which she probably wasn’t. Maybe she was a slut, but she didn’t look like she sold herself to men. The girls that sold themselves were bone skinny and had drug crazed red bloodshot eyes. And then of course she had insulted her choice of words. She was riling this girl up. For what purpose? Ophelia didn’t know. Maybe she just wanted the girl to try and hit her.

“FUCK YOU! I AIN’T A WHORE YOU GOD DAMNED THEIVING BITCH!”

The pink girl went to punch Ophelia. Ophelia moved an inch to the left and let her body sway and dodge the hit. Ophelia grabbed the arm that had previously tried to come towards her and she hit the pink girl in her forehead with her own head – head butt! That hurt, that hurt a lot! But Ophelia at least knew that it was coming. “You want your wallet?” she said sounding pissed though she was in a bit of pain. “Here’s your damn wallet.” Ophelia said as she took it out from her shirt and dumped the contents on the floor.

And a, and take your money

Words: 370 Outfit: this Tag: alexia Notes: my post ok with the head butt? Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[Alexia Temere]

I'm a wild one, I'm lots of fun. What can I say, I betcha you're gonna like it that way. Yeah, yeah, don't really care. I know I'm not the girl next door, but I can give you much more and make you scream make you lose control. Yeah, I'm gonna drive you crazy. I'm crazy, real crazy. What you think don't even faze me. I'm crazy, can't tame me.

DOMINIQUE
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Dominique glared. “Oh, I’m pretty sure that a Rat-Bitch is a new breed. Look it up in the dictionary. They show your picture,” she growled. Her anger was truly flaring to new extremes.

“You must have dropped out of English grade two."

Okay, she was through with this chick. It wasn’t her fault. It was just how she was! Steal from her if you want. She’d be pissed, but at least you have the chance of living. Talk about how she speaks or how she looks… tease her and you will know no wrath more like hell from anyone. That was the second reason she went in for the punch.

She thought that if it were to come unexpected, then it would be much more effective. Apparently that wasn’t how it was. The red head dodged, just slightly, and then head butted her!

Pain seared inside her head, the voices went wild. Nicole was telling her that she had told her so, that she shouldn’t have antagonized the thief. Marcy was just crying, as if she was the one hurt. Rissa and Alexia were pretty much siding with Nicole. Dom couldn’t take it. They added to the pain, made it worse than if should be.

“SHUT UP!!!!! She finally screamed, talking to the voices. Surprisingly, they seemed to listen for once. They shut up, but it didn’t help her head. It still seared with the pain. People had stopped to look at her, whispering to each other before hurriedly moving along.

“You want your wallet? Here’s your damn wallet!”

Dominique, still holding her head, watched as the thief dumped the contents of her wallet on the ground. She glared, though the pain belittled the effect. The pink haired girl bent over and picked her stuff up, growling, bitch over and over and over again. Then she stuffed the stuff into her pocket, stood back up, and glared at the thief.

“You. Little. Bitch. First, you steal from me. Then you head butt me. And now you dump my stuff on the ground?!? What the fuck is your problem. You wanna steal? That’s fine, but steal from someone in the Red Light District. They’re the mother fuckers that don’t need the money. Now, hand me my fucking wallet and shut your god damned mouth,” She growled threateningly. She felt a bit dizzy, though, seeing stars and the likes. But she still looked serious. She wanted her shit back and she wanted to see this bitch get run over.

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TAG: ophelia
WORDS: 419
OURFIT: black crop top that had a torn up red heart on it and a pair of black and white, bleached looking jean shorts, the ends frayed. neon pink rain boots and a neon pink necklace.
LYRICS: ‘crazy’ by sweetbox
NOTES: hehe, it’s fine, isi!!! sorry for the poor quality of this one… v-v

[Ophelia Cait]

little thief

Once upon a time a thief came to a small town
The thief left rich & happy the end

All I wanna do is

Ophelia wasn’t mad. She was pissed off. She wasn’t a rat-bitch! “Yeah, yeah.” She said gritting her teeth. “That sure is something I haven’t heard before.” Ugly? Yeah, you’re pictures in the dictionary filed under ugly. Stupid? Yeah, you’re pictures in the dictionary filed under stupid. It was a real old joke. It took everything Ophelia had to not strangle that … that bitch! And now she was using bad language herself. Ophelia wanted to tie down the pink head, strip her naked and carve away her flesh while listening to her screams.

Where were these thoughts coming from? Ophelia wasn’t normally violent. She had always been prepared to kill to escape. She would be perfectly peachy killing a guard if he prevented her from leaving the museum with a painting or sculpture. She wouldn’t think about his family or feel sad. Ophelia had also always been prepared to take her own life if she couldn’t escape. She would take the needle she always brought along and inject her own veins with the fast acting poison. A cyanide pill would work better but Ophelia might have taken that by accident. But why did she want to carve this girl and watch her suffer? These weren’t normal Ophelia thoughts.

The pink haired Goth girl finally screamed ‘SHUT UP’ as if she couldn’t take Ophelia’s voice a single second longer. And Ophelia couldn’t take the pink Goth’s voice any second longer either. Ophelia wasn’t talking anymore, either. She didn’t have anything to say. She was still shocked about wanting to carve up the girl. If she hadn’t been shocked she would have run. Thieves normally didn’t stick around and watch someone pick up their ‘precious’ items. It was full of crap things that only the owner would want. But you would question them for wanting it.

Ophelia terribly wanted to say, ‘what no condoms? How can you practice safe sex? But I guess if you have full blown AIDS you really don’t need to worry about the other guy.’ And then laugh in her face. “I don’t go in the red light district. In fact, I avoid it. And if you want that piece of crap wallet you pick it up yourself!” Ophelia said as she kicked the wallet with her boot. The wallet moved a few feet off the ground before it sank back down onto the earth. It wasn’t like it was Coach!

Her head was still aching a bit. It was like she was coming off of a good sugar high. She felt like she might throw up from the impact. Damn head butt! She never should have done that. Ophelia’s vision grew distorted for a few moments and she tumbled over onto the ground. The gun may or may not have been sticking out of her boot. She groaned once or twice. “Damn head butt,” she muttered low under her breath. She should have angled it better. Now she just made her own ass weak.

And a, and take your money

Words: 497 Outfit: this Tag: alexia Notes: don't shoot me! Credit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[Alexia Temere]

I'm a wild one, I'm lots of fun. What can I say, I betcha you're gonna like it that way. Yeah, yeah, don't really care. I know I'm not the girl next door, but I can give you much more and make you scream make you lose control. Yeah, I'm gonna drive you crazy. I'm crazy, real crazy. What you think don't even faze me. I'm crazy, can't tame me.

DOMINIQUE
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“That sure is something I haven’t heard before.”

Okay, so maybe her comeback was a bit over used. She had to admit that. It was the most used comeback in the book! How could she had been so unoriginal. Then again, why did she care? The answer to that… she didn’t. She really couldn’t care less if this trick had heard similar things before or not.

Still, though her head throbbed with pain, she set a steady glare on the woman. Dominique really didn’t like this red head. What was her problem, anyway? Oh, she wished she had a knife or something on her. That would teach this little bitch a lesson. Oh hell, where was her lighter when she needed it. At home, next to her nightstand, no doubt.

“I don’t go in the red light district. In fact, I avoid it. And if you want that piece of crap wallet you pick it up yourself!”

Then the red head kicked her wallet. Dominique’s glare became knife-like. ‘Dominique, just calm down. No need to over react to a thief. Just leave her be, please. You are going to get us killed one of these days!’

[/color] Dom shook her head. She wasn’t going to listen to Nicole. She couldn’t. Nicole was not going to let some thief get out of Dominique’s grasp. “Lemme guess, you don’t go there ‘cause you don’t wanna see how yer sister’s doin’, huh?” she growled, though a small smile started to crack across her lips.

“Damn head butt.”

Dom’s grin widened a bit. So, the mighty rat had hurt herself. That was a shame. You should never do something that will make you look weak yourself. It just gave the other person a bit of an advantage! “Aw, does the itty, bitty bitch have a headache? Did you hurt yourself?” she said, instigating the girl. Well, good. She deserved to have hurt herself. Dom let the wallet be for a moment, knowing no one take it. She just wanted to see this thief felt even more pain. But she could wait. She clenched her fists, though didn’t do anything, not yet. “Maybe ya need to start thinking. If you have a brain ta do such a thing, that is.”
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TAG: ophelia
WORDS: 377
OURFIT: black crop top that had a torn up red heart on it and a pair of black and white, bleached looking jean shorts, the ends frayed. neon pink rain boots and a neon pink necklace.
LYRICS: ‘crazy’ by sweetbox
NOTES: i can’t shoot you, i’m not the one with the gun

[Ophelia Cait]

“I don’t have a sister.” Ophelia said from the ground. She was sneering but it looked like a smile from upside-down. She was waiting for some sort of impact from the pink haired girl. Surely the little tramp would kick her while she was down? Ophelia didn’t have much choice but to wait while her vision was blurry. She rolled over onto her stomach as it cleared up. She watched the girl with cross eyes like an orange tiger sniffing out a wounded goat, waiting for it to strike.

“Shut up before I snap your neck.” Ophelia said. She still hadn’t pulled out the gun but a black handle was now visible from her boot. Life lessons dictated that you only pulled out a gun when you were going to use it. Never to threaten. Ophelia went on her knees and then used her muscles to stand up. Her vision was normal now. But she still had this girl to deal with. The one who had seen her steal from her. Would she call the police on Ophelia?

OOC – Easy enough to grab. Sorry it’s short.

[Alexia Temere]

I'm a wild one, I'm lots of fun. What can I say, I betcha you're gonna like it that way. Yeah, yeah, don't really care. I know I'm not the girl next door, but I can give you much more and make you scream make you lose control. Yeah, I'm gonna drive you crazy. I'm crazy, real crazy. What you think don't even faze me. I'm crazy, can't tame me.

MARCY
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“I don’t have a sister.”

“Oh, well, I guess that is a good thing. If you did, you probably would’ve stolen all of her shit. Which would probably have led to her poor job in the Red Lights. Huh, sad little world we live in, but I guess that every cloud has some sort of lining. Whether silver or black,”Dominique mumbled, a bit of a sarcastic and snide-ish tone in her voice. She really hated this lady. And furthermore, she was getting a bit sick and tired of her, too. She just wanted to punch her so badly. Break the poor girls nose or throw her into the streets. Do something to harm her!!!!

‘Wow, Dommie. You are such a great person. Why don’t you just give her a loaded gun now? She’s bound to kill us soon because of you.’

Dominique began to growl a little and Rissa continued to talk. Talk in her mind, at least. Finally, the pink haired girl snapped. “SHUT IT, MARCY!!!!”

Snap.

Marcy grinned at the red head. That is, until the red head yelled something at her.

“Shut up before I snap your neck.”

Marcy pouted. “Now, now. Don’t threaten me. It isn’t very nice. I didn’t do anything to you.” The thought of this girl snapping her neck frightened her. She suddenly had the urge to flee yet, there was no where to flee to! No! She was trapped, now, wasn’t she? Oh, that wasn’t good. Marcy quickly walked over and got her wallet before going back to the Red Head. She didn’t exactly know why she was out, now. How did she get switched with Dominique? It was probably because the stupid evil meany had called out her name. Of course. That had to be it! Oh, this was going to be no fun. Now she was going to be the one to die. Oh no! That was just even more frightening! And on top of it all, she was getting soaked! She was going to catch a cold. And she had no idea how to get home.

Marcy felt lost and began to fiddle with the wallet in her hand. “I-i-if it means anything to you… I-I’m terribly sorry for what Dommie did and said,” she whispered, trying to talk as softly as possible. She didn’t want her neck to be snapped.

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TAG: ophelia
WORDS: 392
OURFIT: black crop top that had a torn up red heart on it and a pair of black and white, bleached looking jean shorts, the ends frayed. neon pink rain boots and a neon pink necklace.
LYRICS: ‘crazy’ by sweetbox
NOTES: hope this is good!

[Ophelia Cait]

little thief

Once upon a time a thief came to a small town
The thief left rich & happy the end

All I wanna do is

Ophelia chuckled. She had never thought of having a sister before. What would it be like? Would Ophelia steal all of her stuff? Or would they work together? If they worked together they could steal twice the things from the various museums and they would have twice the money – even if they had to unfortunately split it with each other. It would be extremely hard to split it with someone but at least Ophelia would have someone to talk to. They would not need be conflicted with the urge to confess to a random stranger who would be their undoing.

“SHUT IT, MARCY!!!!”

The last time Ophelia checked, her name was Ophelia and not Marcy. Ophelia did not understand that this girl was talking to herself. She watched the ever so strange girl pick up her wallet. There was something different as if a person’s facial expressions could suddenly transform as with their whole body language. The voice was now softer, different from before.

“Now, now. Don’t threaten me. It isn’t very nice. I didn’t do anything to you.”

“I-i-if it means anything to you… I-I’m terribly sorry for what Dommie did and said,”

Was it possible … was this girl really, really clinically insane? Ophelia had heard that smart nerds when being bullied acted crazy so that the bully wouldn’t bother them. In this instance Ophelia realized that she was the bully. She turned around with her fingertips in her pockets. “Don’t worry, I won’t bother you.” She said as she began to walk away. Ophelia’s soul was going to hell when she died! It was definitely going to hell!

And a, and take your money

Words: 271 Outfit: this Tag: alexia Notes: good post sorry i didn't see it and guess now you have to follow ophelia xPCredit: STALK ME REDNECK!

[Alexia Temere]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=align,center][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #554b66; border-top: 6px solid #edb631; border-bottom: 6px solid #edb631; -moz-border-radius: 30px; -webkit-border-radius: 30px;] What you think don't even faze me I'm a wild one, I'm lots of fun. What can I say, I betcha you're gonna like it that way. Yeah, yeah, don't really care. I know I'm not the girl next door, but I can give you much more and make you scream make you lose control yeah ------* "Don't worry, I won't bother you." Well, Marcy had to admit, she was kind of relieved to hear that she was going to be left alone... but then again, she felt even more fearful at the thought of being alone! This other girl began to walk off and, at first, Marcy just watched. Her lip began to quiver as she stared at the woman walking. The pink haired girl was soaked and tired and scared... and now alone! What was she going to do? WHAT WAS SHE GOING TO DO!?!? Finally, she found her voice, though. "N-no! Please! Wait up?" She cried, running after the other woman. It wasn't long until she was in front of her again, walking backwards and looking up. "I-I don't wanna be alone! Don't leave?" Her eyes were welling up with fearful tears and they were big, looking up at the woman that had just stolen from her not so long ago. "I-it's cold and I don't want to be alone. I-it's scary out here."

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