beijaflora

[beijaflora]

" What in the ever loving fuck is that."

she's not trying to be rude-- really, she isn't. but it has been a good while since she's been in the city judging by just how much everything has changed. some of it is familiar while the rest? not so much. not that it'd be a difficult thing to get used to over time (because god knows when she'll be zipped back next) but there are some sights in this new place that just border on impossible.

" You just fucking turned into a squid and jumped over that gap. What the fuck? "

@moraypower

[beijaflora]

" Geez. Don't go straining yourself jumping up and down for joy about that, now. Wouldn't want you to throw out a hip and end up in the hospital." despite the seemingly harsh tone with her words, they both know that this was just how Shaundi was and towards Django, it was nothing more than playful ribbing. something to try and help offset the fact that he looks like he's aged about ten years in this damn place.

given how time works here, that wouldn't surprise her.

" Moping, huh? Don't have anything better to do with your days? Man, can't believe I got plucked away from my vacation to knock some sense into your ass."

There is a sort of bittersweet feeling to seeing Shaundi on the island again. On one hand, it's fantastic to reunite with someone you consider yourself close to—someone who is very much an integral part of your life��and just ever so slightly null that existential dread. The kinda that keeps you up at night, wondering if you'll ever see your loved ones again. Yet, on the other hand...

Well, maybe it's best not to think about that.

" Wow, I'm surprised they actually brought ya back in here. Guess those freaks decided t' throw me a bone. Too much moping around on my end. "

@beijaflora

[beijaflora]

logged into here and seeing a notif that this blog is 5 years old what if i perish but anyways. now that i have time, i'm going to set down an uncapped starter call for miss shaundi!

just a lil warning in advance, she is a criminal and also does have a mouth on her

[beijaflora]

       " Come on, clearly the guy in orange has the upper-hand! Who the hell uses their boot as a weapon? "

 what was this, third fucking grade? when it comes to fighting, one should at least have some basic knowledge on how to, you know, fight. hell, even mimicking scenes from some action movie would do! anything other than what the other guy was doing. which, from her perspective, looked to be winging it and hoping he doesn't get knocked flat on his ass. 

       the woman sighs, arms folding across her chest as she leans against one of the many vehicles in the Denny's parking lot. how long had this fight been going on-- ten, maybe fifteen minutes? the brawlers had good endurance, she'll give them that. " Thirty bucks says th--"

 before she can finish, the guy in orange wasn't quick enough and took a hard left hook to the face, resulting in a less than graceful fall to the ground. Shaundi flinches back, grimacing as she whistles. oh, that had to have hurt.

                    " -- he's gonna be feelin' that for the next week. "

@firehrt​ we should really charge admission for this

[beijaflora]

pick my muse up!

* how it works: person who sends it is the one doing the picking up. add on a little “+“ to reverse! click on the “x” for reference photos! bonus: explain why.

💪 - over the shoulder. ❂ - piggyback. 💬 - on the shoulders. ▤ - head on shoulder. ( x. ) ☂ - bridal style.

[beijaflora]

dead by daylight sentence starters.

everything that glitters isn’t gold.

i have true sight.

i’ll hit you with everything i’ve got. then i’ll do it again.

there’s no limit to what you can achieve, as long as you back it up with hard work.

i promised to keep you shitheads safe, and that’s exactly what i plan on doing.

i’ve jumped from higher places.

come, we’re going to rip our way out of this.

there you go, you’re learning my friend.

so, remember once you get in there…..pretend like you don’t care.

there’s nothing to be scared of.

are you able to tell us where you were last night?

there’s what is easy and then there’s what is right. if you confuse the two, there’s no telling what you become.

i want to finish what we started. 

i want to kill it.

catch ya on the flip – flop.

buckle up, fuckos!

all this time i’ve been trying so hard to pretend like everything’s fine, but it’s not.

we’re all in this together.

u mad?

that’s not enough to beat me, not even close.

paying attention is what kept me alive through the years. that, and my good looks, of course.

i have a bad feeling about this.

okay, stay calm. don’t overthink it and just keep moving forward: you got this.

show me what you can do.

focus, even in these desperate times.

yeah, that’s a no.

nope. 

that was the boogeyman.

there is a voice that doesn’t use words.

showing up when things get rough, listening to people’s problems, and supporting those in need: that’s how you become stronger, that’s how you grow.

you’re doing it wrong! 

let me show you how it’s done.

i’m gonna stealth this one.

what the hell is this?

the paint is still fresh, but i’m long gone.

okay, look. if we survive the next 24 hours, then i’ll take you out on a real date.

i’m going to be here when you wake up. 

you’re going to make it.

there’s just some things you’ve got to do.

where did she go?

bask in their fear.

he stops at nothing.

now why don’t you just fucking die?

no excuses, no equivocations…..no crying.

she touched your skin, you bear the witches mark.

this is no place for cowards.

you’d be surprised what tools can save a life.

if you don’t stop and catch your breath…..she will.

are you going to behave?

[beijaflora]

   “ Hey, ask me what type of tree I have. “

[beijaflora]

     i’ve decided that any threads from before my last starter call, i’m going to drop ( except for a select few! ). kinda like a fresh start but not super duper fresh, you know??? once I edit my theme and fix up a few things, I’ll reply to things and then contemplate an event related s.c.

[beijaflora]

limonadaquimica:

     ❝ If… I accidentally made too many mini pies, would anyone want one? ❞ Because she did, she made too many mini pies. Accidentally.

   “-- how does one accidentally make too many mini pies?  Can you even do that on accident? “ can you tell she’s doubtful? 

[beijaflora]

medblethderg:

@adrenalxna

Medb hadn’t seen too many other people while exploring, a fact which she found odd; usually, Spirale was teeming with activity, so had the bleakness before her affected the populace as well? Medb was concerned, though it did not show on her face, even as the sight of a familiar woman caught her eye through the fog. She assumed it to be her acquaintance, the same woman who was an ally of her current lover–

“–Shaundi!”

The Rider soon caught up with the other woman, but the appearance of her made Medb paused; Shaundi looked quite haggard, as if she had run into something unfortunate…

“Are you alright?”

   she really and truly hated the shit this city pulled with a passion that burned brighter than a thousand suns. the whole fantasia war was one thing-- almost unbearable, but at least there were others around. but this? she hardly encountered anybody on the abandoned streets and she hated the isolation it made her feel. not to mention fighting off static monsters. it just wasn’t an ideal situation and the gangster was clearly not fond of it.

      a groan leaves her as she shifts one arm-- her shoulder was bruised and discolored-- a result of being slammed to the side by one of the monsters that lurked about. it probably had a fractured bone as well, but she hardly had time to focus on that now because a familiar voice called out. turning to the side, she sees the pink-haired woman and there’s surprise on her expression. 

     “ Medb.” she wasn’t expecting to run into anyone, let alone her. but she’s not the least bit upset about it as a sigh follows her words. “ Yeah, I’m fine. Nothing too bad. What about you? I was beginning to think everyone was up and killed or something. “

[beijaflora]

    “ Okay, I know what you’re thinking. “

 she doesn’t, really. okay, maybe somewhat. but listen, this was to be expected from her and he should know that as well as anybody! some people may find it hard to believe that a criminal loves christmas, but it was more than possible. as such, it was only natural that the club be properly outfitted for the holiday season with new decorations, some more festive options added to the bar & menu, a change of lighting....

        she didn’t go overboard...too much.

  one hand is gestured outwards while the other is wrapped around some lights as she keeps her expression serious. surely her best friend would understand the sudden change.

      “ But this is important-- trust me. “

@sanpatron​ let me have this.

[beijaflora]

sanpatron:

Before them stood the front entrance of the penthouse they had been invited to days prior. Musiccould be heard playing from inside — a man’s voice accompanying it as he sang along with the tune. Once the three would enter the penthouse and turn a corner, they would come across the man himself mixing away at what looked to be several cocktails at the same time, still singing along to the music before noticing the group that had entered.

“ Well hey there! How the hell’re you all doing? Glad you could come. ” he greets them as he continues to shake one of the cocktails before him. To anyone who cared to look at the rest of the home they would notice a woman with pink hair lounging around with her own drink in what seemed to be the penthouse’s living room. Who was she exactly? Can’t say! It’s a mystery!

“ Hope you guys don’t mind the cocktails. Figured it’d be something nice t’ have while we got down to business. I am a pretty damn good host after all. ”

@adrenalxna​, @liketorchwork​, @sustray​

   she felt no need to announce their presence and knock on the door-- why bother? she had a key and it’s what she used to let herself into the penthouse, the full sound of the music and the Boss’s voice singing along to it greeting her and the others. well, it seems someone was in a good mood. a roll of her eyes is given as shaundi glances about, pausing to wave at the mysterious woman perched away from the rest before she moves on. before taking a seat, she reaches out to grab one of the finished cocktails, not really caring what kind it was-- she’d enjoy it anyway. 

       “ I don’t think anyone would complain about the alcohol, Boss. “ a grin is flashed, followed by a exhale as she takes a sip, letting herself lounge comfortably. after all the shit that has happened, she wasn’t going to waste an opportunity to just chill. 

a snort leaves the woman, one eyebrow raising. “ Mmm, that’s debatable. Remember that one party you had that got crashed with helicopters and snipers? "

@liketorchwork​ -- @sustray​

[beijaflora]

  " Five feet? Ha! That's nothing, you all are just cowards. "

[beijaflora]

"Shaaaaundi, have I told you lately just how badass and awesome you are? Like wow, you're really something else. Should be appreciated a helluva lot more than you already are. And I mean that's already a lot." Clearly he wants something.

      …yeah, she’s not buying shit for once second.

 eyes narrow at the man, lips pulling into a frown. sure, he could be nice and actually say some nice things once in awhile but this was something else ENTIRELY. whether he meant it or not mattered– because Shaundi knew. she knew something was up.

      “ Okay, who died, who did you kill, and/or what did you do? “

[beijaflora]

sanpatron:

Another storm is brewing just off the island’s horizon. What was this now, the fourth time this day? Fifth? Maybe even sixth? Lost track of them so long ago. Might as well be coming in every couple of minutes now considering that’s how it felt.

Exhausting. Simply and utterly exhausting.

He wondered just how long he and everyone else would be going through this new round of bullshit. Would there ever be a end to it? Doubtful. Seemed almost as if the people running this joint had a never ending supply of ideas to try and break everyone down, either psychologically or physically. God knows how some of the people less prepared to deal with these sorts of situations were handling it.

Part of the Boss felt rather thankful that he had built up this sense of resilience to handle any and all difficult situations that were thrown his way. Sure he might have faltered a bit just several months ago, but in no time he wound up getting himself back on his feet, ready to basically fight back against whatever was dealt in his direction.

But this? This was straight up out of his league. It would be impossible to have any control over the violent storms that the island had been continuously subjected to. Storms that he was beginning to question the legitimacy of given the lack of reaction from anyone the Boss had happened to pass by.

Something was amiss, that was for certain. But rather than spend the time trying to figure it all out, he opted to do what he would consider to be the far easier task; survive.

“ C’mon. Let up already. ”

@adrenalxna​ // Signal Starter Call

           if you asked her, she preferred being part dragon greatly over...this.

    because this? this was not something she could ever prepare for and that both pisses her off and has her feeling vulnerable in a way she thought she never could before. which only adds to the edge and constant caution that has held its grip on her since the city went to hell in the quietest way possible. going down without a bang is far more unsettling than going with one.

  a shiver racks her frame. her skin is chilled from the constant downpour of rain, her jacket having long been already soaked clean through. but being cold and possibly getting sick was the absolute least of her concerns. everywhere she looked, she saw signs of a city abandoned and destruction littering the empty streets. traffic lights blinked rhythmically, yet the vehicles laid empty or wrecked. windows to shops had been smashed through and doors hang on by the hinges. in some cases, they were completely missing. the sky was dark, as if a permanent night had fallen over the island, causing what electricity there was that still worked to cast everything in an eerie glow. and although it could be the shadows playing tricks on her or her mind, she swears she’s even come across a few puddles of blood and dark red stains that have no business being in a certain area. but all of this wasn’t as unsettling as one would think.

      shaundi was used to destruction. what she wasn’t used to was a complete lack of life and a silence so loud it was deafening. 

        there was nobody left. nobody. no matter where she looked or any call out she did, nothing replied. the ever increasing annoyance and anger and constant feeling that she was not safe was boiling up and ultimately over. a growl leaves her as she harshly kicks over a trash can, hating how loud it sounded against the silent backdrop. maybe the sound would alert somebody or maybe she was going crazy.

         either way, she hated it and clearly had to let her frustrations out.

         “ Fucking hell, why can’t this city be normal for goddamn once! “

[beijaflora]

rightreflection:

“So… Is anyone going to carve a pumpkin with me or am I gonna have to do it all myself?”

She waves the knife around in her hand carelessly, using it to gesture a stranger over, “C’mon! It’ll be fun!”

    “ There won’t be any carving if you end up poking someone’s eye out. Or your own. Depends on tight of a grip you have on that knife.”

       trust her, rin. she’s done it once before but that was on purpose-- “ You got a pumpkin on hand? “

[beijaflora]

Dan Shaundi Your Bobbies

  "-- excuse me, my what? " oh she knows. trust me, she knows.