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 Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2017 7:49 pm
It'd been a fruitful day, in her book; it hadn't been a big tournament or anything, but Helen had still come out on top, and what money she pocketed from it was more than she'd had that morning. Even if it wasn't for the money, a win was a win, and that could only mean good things for her reputation. As they said, 'Rome was not built in a day'. The more she did these, surely the more prestigious events she'd attend in the future.
Easy money at any rate. They hardly knew what the hell they were doing. Some people might as well not be allowed to handle controllers for the ways they fumbled with it.
What seemed like a good day, though, took an abrupt halt when she got home and found the front door slightly ajar. Helen froze there for a moment, dread creeping into her chest like ice. Not a chance. There wasn't a chance in the world her father would've left the door like that. Mr. Check-It-Twice?
Carefully, slowly, she stole a peek through the crack in the door.
Nuxaz awful title lame start I'm sorry ILU
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Posted: Fri Mar 31, 2017 8:00 am
The thing about Cass, or Sailor Citrine as she was now, was that the teen was most dangerous when she was bored. It was hard for her to keep herself interested and occupied when she was alone.
But she couldn't make Jet accompany her every single time she powered up. (Even if she would, if she could.)
So, she'd been out wandering the streets of the city looking for something fun to play with. Her long, neon green hair cascaded down one side of her head, soft strands tickling the bare skin of her arms and trailing across the concrete because, for whatever reason, it was impossibly long.
At some point, she had found herself a seemingly nice toy. An older man who looked stern and well dressed, whom she'd followed up to the door and knocked because he looked like he had a lot to offer her. And, boy did he.
They were standing inside, as the girl would have seen, with Citrine wearing a cat-ate-the-canary grin with the man pushed back against his fridge, one of her hands pressed against his neck and the other one splayed across his chest.
"This won't hurt, much, I promise."frayedflower I read fruitful and frowned.
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