Flying Solo [Rebecca]

[AMELIA JONES]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll49/quadrifons8/Icons/final%20fantasy/fran-concept2magicker_icons.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #FF008C solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll49/quadrifons8/Icons/final%20fantasy/fran-concept2magicker_icons.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #FF008C solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #FF008C; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #FF008C 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]'People really need to stop staring at me.' Just because Amelia was a really tall woman, dressed in really revealing clothing, with a snake wrapped around her waist like a skirt, didn't give people the right to gawk and stare at her as though she is some sort of sex toy. Guys really need to pick up their chins and stop drooling, its disgusting. She hated people, they irritated her to no end. So judgmental, such high expectations, their constant holier-than-thou attitudes grate her in the worst ways. Where do these people get off, staring at her, their eyes full of condescending thoughts, but to no avail. She has long since given up on society, that is why she decided to become a pirate, in name only really, but a pirate nonetheless. She wasn't interested in destroying towns, or stealing 'booty', but more in the lines of freedom, rather than being bored as a citizen. Staying on the island wasn't much better. There she was around people like herself, but at the same time, they were so bent on your strength and your usefulness, they seemed just as shallow as humans, in a different way, however. Being a lone pirate was hard, but she had little intention to form a group of some sorts. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[REBECCA D. HAWKINS]

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[STYLE=font: normal 12px calibri ; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px 20px 20px 20px; position: relative; color: #6a6a6a] Not too far from the streets, there was a woman with semi curly medium pink hair just sitting on a chair reading a book. Her sapphire blue eyes glance across the street like that of a hawk. She had a serious look on her face, staring down whatever came her path and showing them cold indifference. She was known as Rebecca, former captain of the royal guards and current captain of the Black Rose Pirates. And right now she was searching for something precious. Ealier she came across a sad girl in a school crying on the swing sets. One of the kids was picking on her and took her dog away. Hearing this news, Rebecca swore she would find the kids and get her dog back. However, she did find the kids and beat them up accordingly but didn’t find the dog. Thus, she was force to search elsewhere to find the critter. On second thought I really should have probably think this through. I barely even remember what the dog looked like. Maybe I should have asked her to let me use that picture. Rebecca was in deep thought with much disappointment and doubt as she walked. The chances of finding the dog within a kingdom like Lyneen were downright low. But this was her hometown and she knew it in the back of her hand. So there was no need for doubt so long as she could remember the dog’s appearance. She would finally come across the dog after just turning from the left and spotting him shortly. He was in a small corner of the alleyway and was just within arm’s reach above her. Slowly she started to make a wide smile on her face at her good luck. She quickly followed up with stretching her arms outward in order to embrace the dog in a warm and kind manor. “Come here boy. You know you wanna come back with me and go home to your master. Come one, be a good doggie.” Rebecca was basically showering the dog with affection and praise. She was confident that this would win the dog over. But to cement the deal she would reach for her pocket and pull out bacon flavor beef jerky as a treat. Surely this would be enough to call forth him to jump into her arms and smother her with affection and love. But instead the dog would jump on her head to bite her on the skull in an instant. Drops of blood starts to poor downward from her skull while the dog continues to bite and grind his teeth on her skull. Rather than letting out a simple ouch, Rebecca proceeds to eat the beef jerky and walk away from the alley way. Even as the dog continues to growl angrily and gnaw at her skull. Rebecca continues to pay no attention to it with a dull expression upon her face. Instead she went on walking down the street without a care in the world. It was so long as she found the dog that’s all that really mattered to her and nothing else. Now maybe she could go back to that school and return the dog back to the little girl. As she was walking, she would come across a woman with dark brown skin. She was very tall and had a amazon like figure as well as bunny ears and a snake around her waist. But Rebecca didn’t really pay any attention to it like anyone else. In fact she didn’t really notice anything as she would walk down her path and got closer and closer to the Amazon. Unfortunately due to not really paying any attention she would instead find herself in a sticky situation. One would normally pull themselves away from such round sweater puppies. However, Rebecca didn’t move an inch from her spot. Was she really that crazy or just making a stand and not moving from her spot until the other woman moved around her? One would think that was pure courage and will power. While others would call it completely foolish, and some would just call it perverted. However, no one was right once a few seconds went away and her answer was given. Amelia could only hear the sounds of someone sleeping from underneath her chest as she would have stared at the pink haired woman. [/style]

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[AMELIA JONES]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll49/quadrifons8/Icons/final%20fantasy/fran-concept2magicker_icons.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #FF008C solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll49/quadrifons8/Icons/final%20fantasy/fran-concept2magicker_icons.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #FF008C solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #FF008C; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #FF008C 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]Amelia continued her travels through the town, occasionally petting Basil on the head. Snakes can purr right? If so, then Basil was totally doing that. It was an... okay day Amelia would say, a tad bit chilly for her tastes, but that would be her fault considering what she was wearing. Basil, being a reptile and therefore cold blooded, was not much help, but at least her legs were mostly protected from the wind. As Amelia walked, she caught something that would draw anyone's attentions. It wasn't the dog, no no no, it as the wild gaudy pink hair that the woman was sporting. The dog was a good accessory, out there but still in there, but the pink hair just totally threw off the balance. Not that Amelia cared, she just found enjoyment in secretly criticizing people. She wasn't paying much attention to the course the lady was taking, until it was too late. She was about to turn, until she felt rumbling. It was either Amelia was hungry... or she was getting motorboated. Either was wrong, the girl was sleep. Asleep! What was wrong with this woman? Not only does she have a dog on her head, which she seems quite oblivious of it, but she is also narcoleptic? People are so irritating. Basil, forever devious, began to unravel and climb up Amelia's body. His tongue, menacingly slithering out his mouth, ready to devour the tasty morsel presented on a pink place. "Basil! Down." Dejected and disappointed, Basil wrapped himself around Amelia's lower body once again. She sighed, deciding what to do with the woman making her feel uncomfortable. There was only one logical thing to do. Amelia took her right and left index and middle finger, put them together, placed them on the woman's respective shoulders... and pushed... hard. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[REBECCA D. HAWKINS]

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[STYLE=font: normal 12px calibri ; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px 20px 20px 20px; position: relative; color: #6a6a6a] In retrospect she should have paid more attention to the woman prior to falling asleep. But she was so blank face that she didn’t even care or realized the dog was biting on her skull. To, Rebecca she got the dog and therefore everything was a-okay. Still that was no excuse for where she had ended up. Rebecca mumbled something about fish in her sleep. She snuggles up quite nicely against the warm piece of flesh her face was currently smothered under. She thought she was sleeping on a nice pillow or something. But she was oh so mistaken if she ever awakens in time. Drool was forming from her mouth as she unknowingly motorboating the tall amazon. It was common for Rebecca to end up sleeping randomly and end up in places she shouldn’t have. But as she was working up a drool, the dog took notice of the snake. He kept his grip upon Rebecca’s somewhat bleeding skull. The dog clearly wanted a piece of the snake but even he wasn’t dumb enough to pick a dangerous fight. So instead he stood his ground as Rebecca was about to get pushed. It didn’t really help that the blood and drool was mixing and making her sticky. Upon being pushed, Rebecca proceeded in her sleep to grab onto whatever she could to keep herself from falling. Unfortunately what she grabbed ended up being considered sexual harassment .She just continue to lean slightly with her hands gripping tightly. But gravity would have other plans as sweat from her gloves would form. Causing her grip to loosen and slide downward her waist and hips before grabbing something soft and round. But that grip wouldn’t last too long as she finally slip down the legs and promptly touch the ground with a face slam. Sounds of snoozing could even be heard from across the ground. It was clearly proving that she must have still been asleep through all of that. ”God damn it Mai…stop trying to put lobsters in my…zzzz.” [/style]

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[AMELIA JONES]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll49/quadrifons8/Icons/final%20fantasy/fran-concept2magicker_icons.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #FF008C solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll49/quadrifons8/Icons/final%20fantasy/fran-concept2magicker_icons.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #FF008C solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #FF008C; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #FF008C 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]'What the fuck...' Amelia didn't know how to react, it was like she was in some sort of naughty movie. What made it worse was that she was dressed the way she was, it was natural for someone of her race and culture to wear skimpy clothing, but with what she and this random woman were performing, in front of so many people, the judgmental looks got worse. Amelia was embarrassed, surprisingly so, this emotion wasn't common for her, none of them were, but this was just... too unexpected, she really didn't know how to react. After the woman had slipped all the way down to her ankles, Amelia proceeded to slip her legs from the woman's sleeping grasp. What was she going to do? She really wanted to just leave the crazy woman to sleep in the middle of the walkway, maybe even let her get kidnapped by pirates. Wait, Amelia is a pirate, could she kidnap the girl? No, that doesn't fit what she wants out of being as free as a pirate, the girl wasn't her responsibility, why should she give a damn what happens to the girl that just performed highly sexual actions with her while sleeping. Least she could do is look at Amelia while doing so. 'Maybe I can get some money out of her.' Amelia decided that she was going to attempt to cohorce the woman into giving payment for embarrassing her. Amelia started to nudge the girl's head with her foot. "Hey, pinky, wake up." Amelia began to nudge harder, really digging her foot into the woman's skull, as though she was really trying to leave a dent in the woman's forehead. [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[REBECCA D. HAWKINS]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #cfcfcf;-webkit-border-top-left-radius: 25px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 25px; border-top-left-radius: 25px; border-top-right-radius: 25px,btable][STYLE=width: 430px; height: 225px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/l6wpL.png) no-repeat;-webkit-border-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius: 25px; border-radius: 25px; margin-left: 9px; margin-top: 8px][/style][STYLE=background: #cfcfcf; font: normal 20px arial narrow; text-align: right; color: #a6a6a6; padding-right: 20px; margin-top: -35px]"Racing to wonderland, never stopping or looking back."[/style][STYLE=font: normal 12px helvetica; text-align: right; padding-right: 9px; color: # 6a6a6a; margin-top: -15px][/style][STYLE=padding: 10px] [/style]

[STYLE=font: normal 12px calibri ; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px 20px 20px 20px; position: relative; color: #6a6a6a] Rebecca was completely oblivious to the person who was being embarrassed and humiliated. She was just fast asleep just peacefully against the ground. She was dressed a whole lot better than Amelia but then again she had a pierced belly button and that says a lot to people. She let out a small yawn before rolling to the left and right slightly. Her hands were still stuck on her ankles, still twitching from all the meat it got to grasp. But even though she was asleep she could still hear the talk of people commenting on them. She didn’t fully get it but she didn’t care about it within her subconscious. But hearing the sound of money caused her to twitch her ears a bit. The sound of money was very promising to Rebecca indeed. Almost to the point that she rises against Amelia’s legs, she had a dull and blank expression just reaching for whatever was in her grasp. Yet soon she went back to sleeping against the ground back at place. As Rebecca started to nudge her foot against her skull, she simply started to mumble. Each nudge was just slightly pushing her body. It wasn’t long until she gave a long kick would she open her mouth to bite the foot. It wasn’t intentional but to be fair the sheer taste of her foot and the show made her spit it out with a drool. Quickly she soon rises to cough at disgust. ”ugh taste like dirt and dirty socks. Damn it mai...Now you blind me too.” It would take her a moment to realize she was staring at quite a view from the back area. It was strange that she saw a tail. It amused her to the point she would tug at it constantly trying to see if it was real. But despite her hilarity the dog would bite on her skull again and rob her of all focus. With that Rebecca slowly got up and begins to walk towards the direction of the school. It wasn’t far at this point so she could give the girl back her dog and finally get the reward. Still it was pretty sad she was only looking at the tail and not realizing the woman she was humiliating. She just wanted her money and helps her out with reuniting the girl with her dog back. [/style]

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[AMELIA JONES]

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[REBECCA D. HAWKINS]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true][atrb=style,background-color: #cfcfcf;-webkit-border-top-left-radius: 25px; -webkit-border-top-right-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 25px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 25px; border-top-left-radius: 25px; border-top-right-radius: 25px,btable][STYLE=width: 430px; height: 225px; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/l6wpL.png) no-repeat;-webkit-border-radius: 25px; -moz-border-radius: 25px; border-radius: 25px; margin-left: 9px; margin-top: 8px][/style][STYLE=background: #cfcfcf; font: normal 20px arial narrow; text-align: right; color: #a6a6a6; padding-right: 20px; margin-top: -35px]"Racing to wonderland, never stopping or looking back."[/style][STYLE=font: normal 12px helvetica; text-align: right; padding-right: 9px; color: # 6a6a6a; margin-top: -15px][/style][STYLE=padding: 10px] [/style]

[STYLE=font: normal 12px calibri ; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px 20px 20px 20px; position: relative; color: #6a6a6a] She paid no attention the black skin amazon and her snake following her as she continued to walk. Eventually Rebecca would come across the school where the little girl was currently waiting for her. She was still tearing up at the lost of her dog. That is until she spots that same dog biting on Rebecca’s head. The little brunette haired woman started to jump with joy at the sight of her beloved dog. While the dog finally jumps off from Rebecca’s head and into her arms and barks with affection. Before long the girl would tell Rebecca her thanks and give her the reward. ”Now you be careful and not let him run off again now.” Rebecca smiled at the girl, who nod and ran off back to her home. It did her heart good to do a nice deed with that. But she was still a pirate and they needed money for food and junk. But that would finally disappear as she turns around to get back to the ship. However, as she was turning she would run into Amelia’s cleavage once again and stare her in the eyes. It would take her a moment to realize what she had done to Amelia giving the softness of her skin as she backs away slowly. ”Well you’re quite tall for a woman. Are you some sort of bunny human hybrid or this is a dream?” She claps her hands together and took a thinking poses. Rebecca was playing dumb at this point to dodge the issue about what happened earlier. But she did take care of the bleeding mark on her skull with some ointment and a bandage and took notice of the snake. It was an unusual creature and one that apparently looked hungry. Not to mention she took the time to take notice of her unusual outfit. “Well if you excuse me I need to get back to my ship.” she attempt to try and get her move nicely so she could leave. [/style]

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[AMELIA JONES]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll49/quadrifons8/Icons/final%20fantasy/fran-concept2magicker_icons.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #FF008C solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll49/quadrifons8/Icons/final%20fantasy/fran-concept2magicker_icons.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #FF008C solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #FF008C; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #FF008C 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]Amelia's desire to kill the woman was quickly disappearing after seeing how she returned the dog back to the little girl who was obviously quite pleased with it. Then Amelia became angry again, she took payment from the little girl? What is she, like, 10? Why would take money from a ten year old girl, the woman was... diabolical, she must be stopped.... That and the fact that she humiliated Amelia in front of a lot of people. Amelia was going to say something as Rebecca turned around, and walked straight into her breasts. "Again? Really?" It was her left eyebrow's turn to twitch now. She looked down into the pink haired woman's eyes, or, more like glared into them with burning hatred greater than the intensity of a thousand suns. The woman mentioned her fake bunny ears, but Amelia wasn't in the mood to speak of it. The woman tried to make a hasty exit, but Basil was quick to slither in front of her. "You really believe I'm going to just let you leave after what you put me through? You're quite dense, all that pink must hide your true blonde." [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]

[REBECCA D. HAWKINS]

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[STYLE=font: normal 12px calibri ; line-height: 90%; text-align: justify; padding: 10px 20px 20px 20px; position: relative; color: #6a6a6a] It wasn’t that Rebecca was in it for the reward, but the girl wasn’t going to take no for an answer in her gift. And it was repayment for protecting her for the bullies and helping her out. She felt low for taking money from a middle schooler but she was a pirate. But then again she could have been mean and refuse her good charity work and left without pay. Either way she would have looked like a jerk. As Rebecca tries to move to the left the snake would come across to block her bath. She stared at the beast for just a moment before pulling out some beef jerky. ”Want some ? she tossed some to his direction to feed the snake. Rebecca kept her blank stare as she didn’t even pay attention to her blond hair comment. People often assume that her pink hair was dyed so it didn’t really bother her like in the old days. But hearing her talk about that she owe some something made her show a even more unmoving and dull expression. The only thing she could recall was…on second thought she was better off not mentioning it. The more she pretends not to know the better. So she starts to ball her right hand into a fist, slam it into her left hand softly and make a shocking look on her face. ” Oh I get it now. You must be a hooker. I don’t know who you’re fooling but I think you confuse me with the wrong person. But I’ll level with you considering that you must be needing money. So how about I give you money, you use it to buy yourself a nice outfit and help you find a real job. I know this town is notorious for hookers but you seem too young and unique to sell your body for sex. If you get in trouble for it, I’ll pretend to pay for your service like a kiss or something. Or I beat them up and everything will be honky dorey okay.” She held the envelope in her hand as a show of peace. [/style]

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[AMELIA JONES]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0px,true][atrb=width,420,true] [STYLE=float: left; width: 90px; height: 90px; background-image: url(http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll49/quadrifons8/Icons/final%20fantasy/fran-concept2magicker_icons.png); border-radius: 15px; border: #FF008C solid 3px; margin-left: 20px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; width: 50px; height: 60px; background-image: url(http://i285.photobucket.com/albums/ll49/quadrifons8/Icons/final%20fantasy/fran-concept2magicker_icons.png); border-radius: 10px; border: #FF008C solid 3px; margin-left: 6px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: left; background-color: #FF008C; color: #fff; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; text-shadow: #fff 1px 1px 1px; padding: 5px; margin-left: 10px;] A [/style][STYLE=float: left; color: #222; font-size: 30px; font-family: arial; letter-spacing: -3px; padding: 4px; 2px 4px 0px;]IN'T A SCENE *[/style][STYLE=background: url(http://i.imgur.com/45860.gif); width: 450px; height: 80px; border-bottom: #FF008C 6px solid; border-radius: 14px 14px 0px 0px; -moz-border-radius-topright: 14px; -moz-border-radius-topleft: 14px; margin-top: -40px;] [/style] [STYLE=float: right; color: #222; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 1px; padding: 4px; margin-top: -19px; margin-right: 8px;] IT'S A GODDAMN ARMS RACE [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; text-align: justify; color: #c2c2c2; font-size: 9px; font-family: arial; line-height: 10px; padding: 1px; padding-left: 122px;] ❚ WORDS --- ❚ TAGS someone ❚ NOTES text text text text text text[/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; font-family: verdana; font-size: 9px; color: #c2c2c2; text-align: justify; line-height: 11px; padding: 0px 30px 10px 30px;]The woman is completely arrogant, either arrogant or just plain bitchy. She's completely making fun of Amelia, and for what, a ploy to make her way out of the situation? No, she was not going to smart talk her way out of this, Amelia is going to stick to this woman like glue until she can get what she desires, an apology. "A hooker? How dare you call a woman of the powerful Kuja race a hooker! Then again, an uncultured hag such as yourself wouldn't understand how we are. And If I were a hooker, I could take care of myself just fine." She realized that she had no back up considering her snake was currently eating dead meat. "Look, I don't like you, and its obvious your stubborn nature is going to keep me from getting anything from you, so until I can do so, you're stuck with me, understand? I don't take no for an answer either." [/style][STYLE=background-color: #1d1d1d; color: #434343; font-family: verdana; font-size: 8px; text-align: right; padding: 0px 10px 5px 0px;]made by ayu of btn [/style]