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Post by bianca on Aug 3, 2019 0:25:15 GMT
* Truthfully, Bianca had no earthly idea what a spark plug was. The reference sounded vaguely familiar she wasn't a complete airhead, but she had no idea what it did or what it was used for. She handed her the box with a swish of her hips as she shifted her weight to one side.
"No. I believe you. It's spark plug thingies." She said with shrug of her shoulders. She did smile however at the name. She called her babe again. It was more than once she had done that this morning. Not the usual cold shoulder you got when someoen was subtly signalling that the screw was fun but it was time to hit the bricks. Bianca could see her car sitting in the garage about to be worked on.
She didn't like the idea that if her car got fixed she would be out of here more than likely. She just couldn't think of a good enough excuse to stay and stick around. Not one that didn't make her seem clingy and deserpate. But she was in a way desperate. She craved the attention that Tamara had given her. It felt nice to be wanted and actually thought of as more than a booty call.
Bianca handed over the box and leaned under the hood of her own car. Her stolen car mind you and when Tamara wasn't looking Bianca reached down and ripped out a bunch of random wires and electronics and tossed them on the ground. Casually and slyly kicking them under a toolbox so they wouldn't be discovered. "How much work you got this morning hun?" She asked sweetly trying to see if she could endear herself into a helping roll. POSTGOESHERE TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SP & ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by bianca on Jul 26, 2019 2:53:08 GMT
Bianca nodded and closed the door behind her. She leaned her back up against the door for a moment and took a deep breath. Oh boy. She thought. What am i going to do now? She wondered. Turning on the water she quietly and slowly began to strip away what little coverings she had. She only had a thin shieet wrapping around her. The bedsheet in fact. It still stuck to her adhesive skin and she didn't bother to find her clothes. The water was warm and pleasant, but it did little to distract her.
She was worried about what came next. She was worried that last night meant nothing. And though it wasn't unusual she rather expected to only be a one night stand the cold matter of factly way that Tamara had hurried downstairs had her worried. Bianca's insecurities bubbled up to the surface and in hr worried mind it seemed like Tamara couldn't get away fast enough. Fuck it. She thought quietly. She pressed her back against the wall and allowed the warm water to trickle down her face. Water ran over her slightly parted lips as the light from the open window sent god rays tracing around her skin. It almost left a rainbow sparkling on the air in the dingy dirty bathroom.
The shower didn't even have a shower curtain. Bits of water pattered onto the floor as Bianca stepped out. She didn't grab her own clothes. Instead she moved through the closet and found some shorts that belonged to Tamara. Soft pink shorts of a cotton fabric and said booty-licious across the back. Not something she would ever buy for herself, but shorts were shorts and it was hot. She pulled on one of Tamara's black tank tops and an old hoody and pulled her hair back.
Bianca let her hair fall over one shoulder as she looked at one of the packages Tamara had accidentally left behind. She wanted to open it. Her curiousity was greater than her sense of caution sometimes, but she picked the package up and stuffed it under her arm. Bringing it downstairs Bianca got ready to face the firing squad. She was sure that in the next hour or so her car would be fixed and she'd be expected to hit the bricks. Either that or she would get downstairs and find the cops waiting for her. Either way she wasn't really looking forward to today's eents. All of her options really just kind of sucked.
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Jul 10, 2019 20:29:04 GMT
Post by bianca on Jul 10, 2019 20:29:04 GMT
Bianca had a whole life before she was thrust into this situation. Not much of a life but she had one. Mostly consisting of ducking books and people who loaned her money and breaking into houses in the cover of dark to find shit to steal. The next day would be hitting up pawn shops and trying to eek out enough bucks to get dinner which she would cook in her shitty trailer with the asshole land lord. Her life had sufficently sucked up until yesterday and while she didn't expect a free ride from this woman she didn't want to leave either.
She had given her a choice. It wasn't just a warm place to stay for a piece of the booty it was more than that, it was Bianca's choice to give herself to Tamara and the choice was easy after she got over her bundle of live wire nerves. "I think we were right....Here." Bianca said curling her arms around Tamara's necks and greeting her lips with a kiss. She wanted to linger on this moment. She knew when her car was fixed she would have to leave. The cute kisses and calling her babe would only last until the car was fixed and then she was back on her own. Bianca knew that on some level in the back of her mind. She smiled but it was a sad smile.
She didn't want to get her hopes up beyond today. She didn't want the heartbreak when she allowed her big heart to get attached to someone. Bianca's phone went off in the other room. Her pants were left on the living room floor as they had stripped them away before they had even made it to the bedroom. Bianca's light footsteps padded across the apartment and into the living room. She dug in her pocket and found her phone. Crouching by the floor she brushed a few bangs out of her eyes and tucked them behind her ear. Reading the text Bianca's heart sunk.
New message: 10:12 am
You're a dead bitch Kelevera. My people are out looking for you right now, and when they find you....YOU'RE DEAD! I'll piss on the maggots crawling out of your rotting skull where i buried you you bitch!!!!!!!!!!!
Bianca had stood up while reading the text. Unaware of where Tamara was of if she had even noticed she was upside. Bianca put the phone down on the counter with a shaky hand and didn't turn around for a long time. When she did she was wearing a fake smile. "I'm uh... I'm gonna go jump in the shower. Then I'll make you some breakfast?" She asked in a chipprer tone. Moving past Tamara Bianca was all smiles until she moved past her. Then the worry set into her face as he slipped into the bathroom and closed the door. She sighed and leaned against the door trying not to cry again. Her nerves were fragile and she didn't want to put Tamara in danger. She would be leaving today. She wasn't about to make her problems Tamara's and she didn't want her getting killed for her selfishness.
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Post by bianca on Jul 3, 2019 21:03:11 GMT
"The bed, yea..... Why not?" She asked subtly. She figured if she was going to get her rocks off she might as well be comfortable. She didn't care that this wasn't cosher. At least it beat sleeping in the subway and begging for change. She was completely and utterly out of options and she was just tired. Tired or running and ending up alone. With a practiced hand Bianca grabbed Tamara's hand and lead her back like she had done plenty of times before. There was a smile on her face but it rang with a twinge of sadness, one that couldn't be overstated. Bianca was a very confused young woman who didn't know or understood where her heart or motivations lied.
All she really knew was she didn't want to spend tonight alone.
Face to black....
The soft steady racing pulse in Tamara's neck tasted like sweat and accomplishment. Bianca's arm draped over her naked form as the silk sheets hugged her hip and hinted at the outline of her fantastic body. . The sheets stuck to her skin and even if she were to stand right now she would be covered. Her modesty hidden by the adhesive nature of her ability and gravity defying physics of the sheet stuck to her; covering all the good bits. Bianca was still smiling. "What happens now? You own me now like your little prison bitch?" She joked. Bianca was only half joking as she had actually humored the idea.
Tamara was not, unattractive and she could get used to a life with a purpose. Even if that purpose was only to sexually satisfy a woman who was keeping a roof over her head and food in her stomach. Bianca didn't like depending on people, but at the same time going it alone wasn't an option anymore. She had run for too long and for too long she had found herself depressed with the state of her life and wishing for at least the flicker of companionship. Bianca intended to earn her keep. In whatever way was required, but more than that she wondered what Tamara was thinking. The long night of love making was over and it was rather enjoyable, but as the sun crept out into the morning sky Bianca realized they hadn't even fallen asleep yet.
Birds were chirping outside as Bianca nustled up into Tamara's arms. Her skin would stick to Tamara's but she really didn't care. The cuddling and the warmth were both welcome strangers in her eyes and she could use a bit of both. Just feeling loved would be refreshing for a change and she wouldn't rightly mind that much either. Bianca sighed as there was a soft knock on the door. Her eyes flicked over to the door wondering who the hell could be calling on the mysterious woman at this hour. And though yes, a small pang of jealous touched at her nerves she played it cool and casual and simply asked. "You gonna get that?"
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Jun 14, 2019 23:10:40 GMT
Post by bianca on Jun 14, 2019 23:10:40 GMT
400xSOMETHINGIMAGEHERE Bianca Kelevra  Bianca was somewhat skeptical when Tamara told her there were no fucking strings attached. This was earth right? There were always strings attached. Usually they were attached to your god damn zipper. Money may make the world go round, but whoever created the zipper wasn't doing bad for himself either.
Bianca actually stood up and moved over to the window. Her back coldly turned to Tamara and for the life of her she just couldn't figure out the woman. She was saying that she expected nothing of her and on the same turn she said that she wanted to pin her down and have her way with her. Many men have said that to her. Bianca didn't usually want to return the favor like she did now, but she kept that in check for the moment.
Her heart strings still slightly tugged by the story of her twin sister. Mostly because it reminded Bianca of her own sister out there and how she was all but dead to her too. I mean, there was no going back. Bianca and Ramona would never be reunited. The likelyhood of that happening was just too far. Besides..... Bianca very much doubted that Ramona would even welcome her back into her life. Ramona had a bit of a reputation for being a cold and distant hard ass... Even as kids.
"What are you some kind of mind reader?" Bianca asked. Tamara had given her the explanation that she had some sort of encyclopedic knowledge. But it went deeper than that. It seemed more like she had the ability to read minds. Bianca felt like her thoughts weren't even safe in her own damn head! Mostly it kind of worried her that she seemed to know what she was thinking every step of the way. Still, she turned to Tamara with a soft look. "I'll take the couch. I'm the bitch riding your couch; not going to put you out too. Does it fold out?" She asked hopefully.
More than just for her own comfort, Bianca wanted to know if there was room for two. Sure, this might've been a 'her' issue, but ever sense she was a little girl Bianca had suffered from night terrors. She saw some strange freak in a baby doll mask. She didn't know how or why he kept coming to her in her dreams, but she knew she didn't like to close her eyes at night. Bracing her body with her hands Bianca stood turned towards Tamara now. Her ridged form almost trembling a bit as she desperately tried to keep up the tough girl shit, but it was no use.
Bianca broke down in tears. Her shoulders shook with every heaving sob and she fell back into a chair and buried her face in her hands. She cried about Ramona. She cried about being lost in the world. She cried about her cosmologically impunitive shit luck. Most of all she cried because she didn't want to be forced to put out, but she didn't want to sleep alone either. The idea of having someone there just to hold her sounded so nice, that.....
And though it might've been confusing; when the tears dried away, and they did rather quickly... Bianca stood up. "Fuck it." She said pushing Tamara back on her seat on the couch. Her hip bumping the small table and knocking both sandwiches to the floor where neither of them seemed to notice. Bianca straddled Tamara's hips and sat in her lap facing her. Breathing heavy and fast and a little wild.... Her hair hanging in her face as her lips pressed into this stranger's because she was tired of fighting against the current. TEMPLATE BY ELIZA @ SP & ADOXOGRAPHY |
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Post by bianca on Jun 6, 2019 0:52:00 GMT
![]() Bianca sighed as she heard call outs from the kitchen. She didn't particularly like either choice. Beggers couldn't be choosers though. "Surprise me." She said with a lack of interest. Bianca didn't mean to be rough around the edges. It was probably because she just plain wasn't used to people and interacting with them. Mostly she just kept to herself. She tried to go mostly unnoticed and she didn't ever bring to much heat down on herself.
That was a code to live by if there ever was one. Standing up she strolled about the small place. Looking at what pictures there were to offer and noticed a picture with a twin sister. Hm... She wasn't the snoopy type, but here she was snooping. She had found herself thrust into this woman's life for whatever reason and she wanted to know a little more about the mysterious lady who had not only saved her ass but stared at it too.
Bianca wasn't a fool. She knew that nothing comes for nothing. She was probably going to have to put out for this chick for a place to stay tonight. That thought had already crossed her mind. Being used like a cheap toy and discarded the next morning. Yeah, that part she was used too. She was prolonging the abuse as long as she could. She always felt dirty after. A little ashamed. Mostly with guys she would just lay there until the grunting stopped, but the few times she had given her body away to women in exchange for favors she found her mind didn't drift so much. She was more into the moment.
Bianca had never given much thought into where she was more interested in guys or females, mostly because she never saw anyone man or woman ever loving her. She was a rotten piece of shit at her core and she had lived this long only because she looked out for herself an no one else. Bianca didn't even hear Tamara come back into the room. She turned around and she was right there. Startled so much by the sudden appearance she actually screamed a little. Calm down ya jumpy bitch! She scolded herself. There was a plate with a sandwich in Tamara's hand.
Bianca quietly took it and settled herself far away from Tamara. Wondering when the modest hostest shit was going to fade away and when the "Now down to what you can do for me" Shit started. It always started at some point. Bianca was beginning to feel dirty already. She had to look away out the window as she felt the sudden tears threatening to burst into her eyes. She wasn't going to cry in front of this bitch. You're tougher than that! Get your shit together girl! She reminded herself. 000 WORDS TAGGED SHORT NOTES THANK YOU MALIA TATE FROM ADOXOGRAPHY |
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May 29, 2019 13:29:22 GMT
Post by bianca on May 29, 2019 13:29:22 GMT
Before Bianca really knew what was happening there were lips on her lips. Bianca's eyes shot open in a moment of holy shit before she kind of melted into the soft taste and the familiar unfamiliar feeling. She wasn't used to anyone showing her any kind of affection. She had been on her own a long time. It was nice to feel the warm touch on her shoulders as fingers crept up over the sides. She returned the kiss for a moment before she shoved Tamara rudely off of her. Her face an expression of surprise and slight anger. No one told her that was okay. Bianca wasn't used to people taking from her. She was usually the one doing the taking. Both literally and metaphorically.
"So what? You got some kind of attractions to fuck ups?" She asked harshly. Bianca still wasn't reaching for the door handle. As appalled and pissed off as she had been she wasn't reaching to leave. Bianca just had a very confrontational personality. She liked to sass and she was a firecracker to handle. Bianca folder her arms over her chest and just looked at Tamara. She couldn't exactly figure out what the hell she wanted. She sneak attacked her with a kiss and then told her it was okay for her to leave. She said she was going to fix her car but at the same time she said she was a liar and she didn't appreciate being lied too. In Bianca's mind everything she said was a contradiction. She couldn't figure out why she was being so mysterious.
But the only thing it made her want to do is figure out the mystery. With her arms still folded across her chest Bianca moved quietly over to the couch. There was a pouty arrogant strut to her step as she sat on the couch with a plop. She didn't bother to unforld her arms when she looked up at Tamara. "My name is Bianca. Happy?" She said finally opening up and trusting a little. Bianca propped her feet up on the coffee table and she had so much attitude waving off her it was incredible. Tamara had every right to throw this bitchy chick out on her ass, but that was Bianca. Love her or hate her. Like her or stab her that was her personality.
She never liked feeling out of control of her own life and right now everything was spiraling into the shitter. She looked at Tamara a moment longer before she added. "You got anything to eat?" There was no denying that her stomach was rumbling. It wasn't very late in the afternoon and if she was staying the night they were going to have quite a long night ahead of them if they couldn't iron out some of this attitude. Bianca didn't know that Tamara had only moments ago been thinking about shooting her in the head. Bianca only knew that she was kind of cute and willing to help. She might not be one to rob, but at least she didn't have to sleep out on the sidewalk tonight.
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May 25, 2019 22:53:26 GMT
Post by bianca on May 25, 2019 22:53:26 GMT
Bianca crossed her arms against her chest. She didn't like being called a liar. Even if she was lying. With a huff of air from her lower lip, that blew the bangs out of her face she sighed. "Fine. That's not my name. I'm just careful who I give out personal information too because well because I'm on the run. I got the cops chasing me and I've been trying to lie low so I'm sorry if I wasn't honest but dude! I barely know you. Yeah you got a pretty decent rack but that doesn't mean I want to fish for a soul mate!" Bianca scratched at the back of her head and walked over to sit on the couch beside Tamera.
She looked at her seriously and honestly. "I've been on my own since I was 14. I had to lie and cheat and steal just to even make it. My sister.... Well, lets just say she wouldn't exactly be proud of me. She's a hardass, with a hard ass. She's miss by the book and she would have thrown the book at me if she knew half the shit I've done. I was going to rob you, you know. I was going to give you the night of your life and then I was going to rob you fucking blind. My sticky fingers would have stolen everything that wasn't nailed down. Hell, you probably would have woke up missing one of your socks because I'm a klepto baby! Just can't help it. Diagnosable and certifiable I am fucked up and I need help. You know what the worst part is? I know I'm a fuck up and I choose to be this way." Bianca stood up and walked over to the window.
"My dad was killed when I was a kid. Never made it back to my family. I was afraid whoever killed my old man would come at my family next so I ran. I didn't know where I was running, but it kept them safe. My sister would hate me if she knew I was alive, but at least I know she's alive. That's what fucking matters right?" She seemed to be trying to convince herself more than anything. "Look doll. Keep the car. I"m going to bail. I caused you enough fucking problems and you certainly don't need my shit in your life. I'm tragedy with nice tits. I draw you in and I fuck your whole world up." Bianca had a bit of a foul mouth and she certainly had a way with words but she didn't paint the picture any way but honest. Bianca got up and went to the door intending to leave. Feeling sad hurt and embarrassed of being called out on her bullshit twice now.
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May 21, 2019 23:12:18 GMT
Post by bianca on May 21, 2019 23:12:18 GMT
Reaching the top of the stairs, Tamara unlocked the door and opened it, stepping inside so that the young girl behind her could enter as well. "Anyway, welcome to Casa Tamara," she quipped, smiling as she added, "now, tell me what your name is...not the one you gave outside, miss, but your real name," her voice no longer warm and friendly but cold and hard.
Bianca stopped where she stood and just blinked at her a few times. "I.... I told you my name." She lied again, rather badly. What the hell was this chick nosing around for? Why was she so curious. Bianca was getting itchy as the door closed behind her. She felt cornered and all over again she was feeling anxious and scared. More than that she was curious what passed for privacy around here. "What are you doing with my car? You said you'd look tomorrow? That kinda leaves me high and dry tonight don't it?" Nice, very subtle. Change the subject. Maybe she'll forget that she almost caught you in a freaking lie!
Bianca wasn't here to make friends. Honestly she would just assume leave this woman bleeding in a dig while she riffled through her wallet. It wasn't something she enjoyed and she wasn't proud of her selfishness but it was how she survived this long. The world wasn't going to look out for her so she had to look out for number one. She might not have turned out this bad if she had her sister in her life. Big sister Ramona. By the books Ramona. The one who was about law and order and fairness and all that horse shit. Bianca never found out that Ramona had become an agent for a shadowy organization that hunted mutants. Then again, Ramona never knew that Bianca was a dirty mutant. That never really came up on family game night.
Bianca for all her street smarts didn't even know such a thing as GADEM existed. She was blissfully unaware of the whole damned group. She was afraid of the cops, especially mutant hating cops. You thought your civil liberties were tarnished now? Wait until the police found out you were a big bad muttie. Then you had all sorts of trouble on your hands. The very fact that Tamara was asking all these damn questions made Bianca want to reach for the door. Fuck, should have wore my gloves. She thought. Because her god damned hand would get stuck to the handle. Then who's running away? Only two people jack and shit and they wouldn't get far.
Bianca leaned back against the hard, ridged door. She focused on her breathing and tried to calm herself down. Her skin was less sticky when she was calm. Letting out an exhale she rubbed her fingers against each other to check the adhesiveness of it. In a subtle, not too noticeable way. It didn't seem to be sticky yet that was good. Reaching up and running her hand through her hair she scratched the back of her head. Fluffing up her hair in such a way that it looked rather sexy mess. She was a grown woman, not a kid. She was 25, though she had the look of a baby faced beauty. "Fine." She said quietly rolling her eyes and walking across the room with a confidence she hadn't shown up until this point. Pouring herself a drink with the glass and bottle on the dresser she looked back at Tamara over her shoulder. "I'm you're making me wait til tomorrow....You better damn well keep me entertained." She said with an authority she didn't really own.
This woman couldn't keep her eyes off her. She noticed the sideways sexy glances. Oh brother. Dr. Bootycall is about to make a house call. Shit if it gets me a place to stay for the night..... Bianca looked around the shabby digs. She had stayed in better, but beggers can't be choosers and pick pockets can score better when they have more time to scope the place out. Turning around Bianca placed her hands on the counter. "So....What is it you do sugar? I'm guessing you're not the shoot lazers out of your eyes type."
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May 20, 2019 23:46:16 GMT
Post by bianca on May 20, 2019 23:46:16 GMT
Bianca was a neverous wreck. Not only did she see her life flash before her eyes, but now she was being sweet talked by probably the owner. Nevermind the fact that she was a looker, Bianca could already hear the words spilling out of the woman's mouth before she said them. "Come on we can work this out. There's no need to get the cops involved." Bianca wasn't looking for attention from the cops either. She had her stints in jail before. She was a thief and that's all she really knew how to do. "It's fine, I'm not going to go to the cops, but your man there is a psychopath!" She snapped. Bianca was still flustered. The situation had deescalated but her heart was still racing.
She was stuck to the door. All she wanted to do was run away. For some reason she was embarrassed by the whole mess. This car had been honestly more trouble than it was worth. It took some pulling but she was able to get her hands free. There were fingerprints left on the car. Sitting there in some sticky residue from her fingertips and skin. Great. Leave your fingerprints on a stolen car. I'm sure the cops won't find it run the prints and bust your ass! Bianca was freaking out. She had no idea how to move the car, and when the cops towed it they were going to find out it was stolen. This was bad. Her mind spiraled in several different directions.
That was until the owner asked her a question that snapped her out of it. "Huh?" Bianca asked. "My name? It's uh...MaCKayla." She lied. Living on the street and looking out for yourself you knew better than to give your real name. She didn't trust this woman quite yet and there was still the matter of the stolen car blocking her entrance. "MaCKayla Jones." She dug her heels into the lie and shrugged her shoulders. Lying came natural to her. She sounded convincing enough at least. "Yeah, I think I could use a drink and could I use your phone by chance?" She had to call Blake. The asshole was probably half in and half out of a drunken stupor, but she wanted to ask if she could pay rent next week and get the key back to her place. At the very least she didn't want to sleep under a bush tonight.
Following the woman inside Bianca tucked her hair behind her ear with a graceful swish of her hand. The soft bouncing light of her eyes happening to fall on the swishing rock of Tamara's but as it seemed to swish back and forth as she walked. Hm... I wonder if this chick has anything valuable I can lift off her. Bianca thought. Taking her up on her hospitality and checking out her rear, all while thinking about robbing her. Bianca was a real piece of work, but she hadn't had to rely on anyone in a long time. Her cigarette was in the driveway. Still burning. Long forgotten by Bianca she had other things going through her scattered brain. Like getting a fucking clue and figuring out what her next course of action was if Blake didn't give her a place warm to sleep tonight.
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May 20, 2019 16:19:50 GMT
Post by bianca on May 20, 2019 16:19:50 GMT
"Great. Just great!" Bianca exclaimed as her car broke down, quite literally in front of Tamara's garage. It wasn't her care you see. It was stolen. The old bird she stole it from was dead and had no family to give a crap. For all intents and purposes it was her car now. Even better she didn't have to pay taxes on it. Still, for a luxery car it was a pain in the ass. Breaking down now of all days. She had an interview for a waitressing job and she was already running late. Tired of stealing wallets and snatching purses to pay the pills Bianca thought she would try her hand at being a responsible adult. The universe replied with a middle finger and a laughing emoji.
Bianca thought long and hard about what to do. If only her sister could see her now. Ramona would probably lecture her. Bianca was sure of it. Getting out of the car and kicking the tire she just sighed and shook her head at the blowing smoke rising from under the hood. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" She screamed in a sudden outburst of raw emotion. She was frustrated. Bianca was probably going to end up pushing this pile of crap down the street and sleeping in it tonight. She had no money for food or even a cheap hotel. Let alone a fancy ass repair bill on a car that wasn't even technically hers. Bianca looked at the garage and sighed. If only. She thought.
So much for having a job. So much for being responsible. Bianca kicked the car's front tire again and put a cigarette in her mouth. Lighting it up she sighed as she leaned against the car and just let her head bang against the window in a frustrated; bang your head against the wall, kinda way. Her smoking cigarette was on the roof of the car in her hand as her head banged the window a few more times for good measure. Suddenly there was a voice behind her. "Lady, you can't park here. You're blocking the entrance to the shop." Bianca looked up with frustrated tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry. Is my piece of shit Lincoln inconveniencing you? I'm having a real bad fucking day pal, so unless you want to help me push.... Blow it out your ass..... (Looking at the name on his shirt she addressed him by name) ….Todd."
"What the fuck did you just say to me?!?" He said approaching Bianca angrily with a tire iron in his hand. Bianca was not a fighter. She was a mutant but that didn't mean she was a fighter. She had sticky skin. That didn't help for much of shit besides picking pockets, and even then; business had been mighty slim the last few days. "You got a real smart ass mouth on you bitch!" He declared getting closer to her. Oh shit, I'm going to get trounced like a life time movie network special. Bianca thought. There was fear flowing through her as he got closer. He looked so angry with her. As the fear and adrenaline kicked into her system her skin excreted the adhesive substance of her ability. Her hand stuck to the car door. Both of them she was stuck and couldn't even run away from the crazy man with the tire iron.
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May 18, 2019 21:23:31 GMT
Post by bianca on May 18, 2019 21:23:31 GMT
x Bianca Kelevera NAME. Bianca Kelevera
NICKNAME. Spyder
AGE. 26
MEMBER GROUP. mutant
GENDER. female
SEXUAL ORIENTATION. Bisexual
POWER: Adhesive skin
STRENGTHS:. Bianca's skin excretes an adhesive that is highly stickable. It sticks to walls and other surfaces so much so that it enables her to climb on the walls and ceilings. This adhesive becomes stronger when sweating heavily or when scared. Bianca can make it so her skin is not as sticky with willful thought and concentration though the moment she sweats all bets are off.
She has some application of super strength but it is limited, her body is highly durable and can withstand forces that could cripple or kill the average human. Bianca can see in the dark and can go long periods without eating. Bianca is unnaturally agile and fast. She can maneuver environments with ease as if she were flowing on water.
WEAKNESS: As you can imagine, having your skin stick to everything can be a bit of an inconvenience. She can not turn this ability off for long periods. Eventually something always happens that causes her to stick to everything around her. She has found this has hindered her since her abilities first appeared as a teenager.
FACE CLAIM. Emmy Roosum
HEIGHT. 5'7
WEIGHT. 124
IDENTIFYING FEATURES. None
OVERALL. Bianca is on her own. Living out in the rough of things. Her jeans are ripped and her t-shirts usually dirty. She has a sloppy look to her. She usually doesn't even bother to tie her boots.POSITIVE TRAITS. Sweet, innocent, helpful, kind
NEGATIVE TRAITS. Gullible, corruptible, vengeful, sometimes too blunt
OVERALL. Ramona was the bitch one of the two. Bianca was always the sweet little sister. She was the polar opposite of Ramona in many ways though sometimes bits of Ramona shine into her personality.
FATHER. Serigo Kelevera
MOTHER. Lenna Kelevera
SIBLINGS. Ramona Kelevera
OTHER FAMILY. The dragons
HOMETOWN. Detroit
OVERALL. Bianca has been on her own since her father was killed. They were attacked by mutants simply trying to go to the grocery store. It wasn't their fault. The mutants were riled up about something else entirely they just happened to be in their way. Bianca managed to escape with her life. Climbing up the side of the building and fleeing for her life.
Her father was left to fend for himself but she was just a kid. He told her to run for safety so she did. She didn't mean to leave her father behind. She hadn't been home since that day. She thought going home might have the mutants attack the rest of her family so she kept her distance. Instead she ended up living on the streets and fending for herself.
NAME. what we should call you
AGE. if you want
EXPERIENCE. how long have you been rping |
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we have members eager to meet you
