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 Posted: Sat Nov 14, 2015 12:51 am
Chel had spent the greater part of the morning forcing Dawson and Chris to move bigger pieces of furniture like some side tables and a small loveseat into the new house. They really weren't heavier pieces, but the problem was that everything had to be moved out into the middle of the ******** towns. Why the hell had she picked such a far away house?!
Now she was leaning against her doorframe, waiting for the other person who'd contacted her on twitter to show up. She just hoped this new girl was up to snuff. Big beefy arms would have been nice right about now.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2015 12:28 am
She double checked to make sure she had the right room, thinking she looked like a nut staring at her twitter for the past hour. She didn't even notice the other woman standing right there before she put down her phone. "Oh! Well I guess I have the right room then? You Chel?" She looked like the chick in the twitter picture but she could have a twin or some s**t like that...At least she didn't look all that intimidating compared to some hunters she had the misfortune of encountering. She shuddered and smiled sheepishly. while waiting for a response from the woman.
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Posted: Thu Nov 19, 2015 11:17 pm
"You know any other people with pink a** hair like mine?" she asked. Well technically there was Shiloh, but that wasn't so important now.
She was glad that her appearance at least hadn't warded Mercy away. The thick layer of muscles, piercings and the thick layer of scars on her skin usually at least had some people shaking in their boots, but Chel was relatively docile so it was sort of a silly mismatch between personality and apperaance.
"You ready to move some furniture?" she asked, pushing herself off the doorframe in preparation of work.
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Posted: Mon Nov 23, 2015 12:00 pm
"Well not around here BUT my friend back home had like, BRIGHT neon pink a** hair, blinded old people for miles." No, Mercy wasn't all that intimidated. In fact, Chel looked like a cool chick that should own her own bad a** biker gang or something. Her eyes caught sight of a scar and she was rather curious. "How did you get all those bad a** scars?" Obviously in their choosen profession, there was bound to be alot of scars, but some of the scars that most hunters held had some wicked stories behind them. The smaller hunter cracked her knuckles and nodded, pushing up the sleeves of her coat. "Lets do the damned thing!~"
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Posted: Fri Jan 08, 2016 11:32 am
Chel gestured to a small set of chairs and a table. All relatively light, none really requiring a lot of heavy lifting. It was more the distance that was crippling in this case.
She let out a bark of laughter at how refreshingly forward the girl was. "Badass? Well I got them in all sorts of places. Monsters, hunters, in bed- you name it." She pointed to the table. "Let's get the big stuff first."viva viola ahhh sorry i somehow missed this tag ;;
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