Post by lynx on May 5, 2011 19:53:49 GMT -5
Stupid fucking fuckable fuckers. The amount of times Lynx said fuck in her head made her break into a serious grin out of her face. Seriously? How many times could she really say fuck before it was considered overused? She wasn’t sure. She could say it a few million more times and see. She peered into her mirror and lined her eyes with a dark purple liner again, making sure to make it extend off the eyes in a cat eye. It matched her purple lipstick and her purple contacts. It also looked pretty wicked next to the blue front of her hair. Pretty wicked indeed. She grinned at the mirror than, flashing fake pointed teeth that looked creepishly real if you asked her. She liked it. So did the Lynx that prowled around inside her head.
Because of how she had been raised, Lynx was very close to her beast and that also made her very dangerous. She was all about her instincts and getting right down to it. She also wasn’t afraid to fight and kill and get violent. All the time. It was just the way that she had proven to be and the people around her. And the staff here really didn’t seem to like that in the slightest but she didn’t really care. They could deal with life. She would be the way she was, and being that she was the Beta of a pack that acted like that all the time, they had other things to deal with besides her crazy ass.
She could always could on her pack to break her out either way if she got caught and tossed away.
Honestly, it took Lynx a minute to remember what she had been rambling about cursing off earlier in her head. And then she remembered. Instead of partying, she had to hightail her ass down to the shrinks office instead. She would so rather be off and living it up instead, she liked to dance and tear it up. She couldn’t stand being told what to do and that was exactly what these stupid fucking fuckable fuckers were trying to do to her right then. Trying to make her crazy ass behave.
And why?
Because apparently there were other pregnant girls around here. Lynx hadn’t wanted anyone to know she was pregnant in the first place. She wanted to keep that lovely little fact to herself for as long as she could, until she started showing. It just kept her from partying, this stupid life inside of her that wanted to kill her fun. But either way, she wanted it to stay her little secret. Unfortunately this stupid place had a stupid habit of needing to actually examine the patients medically before letting them in and she knew they had found out. Why else would they have asked her if she had known that she was pregnant anyway? She knew she was. How oculd she not? Her beast would have told her even if nothing else did. Her beast was close enough to her to tell her, and the animals always knew unlike stupid humans who needed their machines to tell them.
Either way, if this other pregnant girl told anyone that she was pregnant too, she would totally kill her. And she didn’t mean the figurative beat up or whatever. She meant kill her dead. Psychotically she grinned and giggled a bit, bouncing on her toes. Obviously Lynx was on one of her highs today, though that could change to a low at any moment. Despite what most people thought, Lynx’s lows were worse than her highs for everyone around her. In her lows anyone that tried to talk to her got hurt or dead, when she was high she was better at knowing she couldn’t kill random people just because they spoke to her. She just killed them for other reasons when that was the case. It was amusing to her at least, but the weirdest things amused the crazy Lynx.
She closed her eyes half mast, to examine the bright pink eyeshadow that was on over the purple eyeliner. The combination of colors matched the slight highlights that could be seen in the blue of her hair here or there depending on how she moved her head. She had added a bit of pink and purple die to the blue for that reason when she had first dyed it. It was colorful and insane, and well, so was she! She liked life that way. She also wanted very badly to be high, but it was frowned upon to go to a shrink session high or drunk on any substance and she knew the lecture she would get would just make this stupid session just last longer and she wanted it to end as soon as was humanly possible.
In and out, that was her plan, and then she could hit the clubs, do her usual rounds, find her usual dealers, the usual bartenders would serve her—because she was of age—and then she could dance until she dropped and someone from the pack could take her back to her house. It all worked as far as she cared to know about. It was what she did just about every other day too, and if the baby suffered for it she decided she didn’t care enough to change her ways. Maybe the stupid thing would leave and she could get back to her life. I mean really, her? A mother? So not a good idea. She would just screw the kid up, it was better off dead. She had decided this the moment she knew she was pregnant and was now working to make it so. Besides, she missed shifting.
So much.
The lynx inside her growled at that. It missed being out too, but werecat mothers were basically human until they gave birth, so she was entirely stuck right now. She was stuck without her strength, and with that stupid hormone that made people want to protect her. Well, that came in handy when she passed out at least. It was obvious that Lynx was going out after this from her outfit, wild and shockingly colored as always. Sliding a pair of huge headphones around her neck, she was off. It was pathetically quick to get to the shrinks office and by now she knew the way pretty damn well, it wasn’t that hard anymore. Simple infact.
She slammed her way into the office she was supposed to meet the other chick. ”I’m here” she grumbled, slamming the door behind her too. The shrink jumped. ”Now Lynx, temper” he warned her as he always did. Stupid jumpy man could never handle her. It was why she was still with him, easy to intimidate him and get in and then out. ”No problem doc” she said, grinning ferally and flashing the fake fangs as she slid into one of the seats. Now where was this girl? She wanted to be in and out. Now. "Can we please get this over with? Now if possible? I got places to be," she asked ,already staring p at the clock
Muse: Good
Notes: Shes so impatient lol
Words: 1234 haha
Outfit: HERE
Because of how she had been raised, Lynx was very close to her beast and that also made her very dangerous. She was all about her instincts and getting right down to it. She also wasn’t afraid to fight and kill and get violent. All the time. It was just the way that she had proven to be and the people around her. And the staff here really didn’t seem to like that in the slightest but she didn’t really care. They could deal with life. She would be the way she was, and being that she was the Beta of a pack that acted like that all the time, they had other things to deal with besides her crazy ass.
She could always could on her pack to break her out either way if she got caught and tossed away.
Honestly, it took Lynx a minute to remember what she had been rambling about cursing off earlier in her head. And then she remembered. Instead of partying, she had to hightail her ass down to the shrinks office instead. She would so rather be off and living it up instead, she liked to dance and tear it up. She couldn’t stand being told what to do and that was exactly what these stupid fucking fuckable fuckers were trying to do to her right then. Trying to make her crazy ass behave.
And why?
Because apparently there were other pregnant girls around here. Lynx hadn’t wanted anyone to know she was pregnant in the first place. She wanted to keep that lovely little fact to herself for as long as she could, until she started showing. It just kept her from partying, this stupid life inside of her that wanted to kill her fun. But either way, she wanted it to stay her little secret. Unfortunately this stupid place had a stupid habit of needing to actually examine the patients medically before letting them in and she knew they had found out. Why else would they have asked her if she had known that she was pregnant anyway? She knew she was. How oculd she not? Her beast would have told her even if nothing else did. Her beast was close enough to her to tell her, and the animals always knew unlike stupid humans who needed their machines to tell them.
Either way, if this other pregnant girl told anyone that she was pregnant too, she would totally kill her. And she didn’t mean the figurative beat up or whatever. She meant kill her dead. Psychotically she grinned and giggled a bit, bouncing on her toes. Obviously Lynx was on one of her highs today, though that could change to a low at any moment. Despite what most people thought, Lynx’s lows were worse than her highs for everyone around her. In her lows anyone that tried to talk to her got hurt or dead, when she was high she was better at knowing she couldn’t kill random people just because they spoke to her. She just killed them for other reasons when that was the case. It was amusing to her at least, but the weirdest things amused the crazy Lynx.
She closed her eyes half mast, to examine the bright pink eyeshadow that was on over the purple eyeliner. The combination of colors matched the slight highlights that could be seen in the blue of her hair here or there depending on how she moved her head. She had added a bit of pink and purple die to the blue for that reason when she had first dyed it. It was colorful and insane, and well, so was she! She liked life that way. She also wanted very badly to be high, but it was frowned upon to go to a shrink session high or drunk on any substance and she knew the lecture she would get would just make this stupid session just last longer and she wanted it to end as soon as was humanly possible.
In and out, that was her plan, and then she could hit the clubs, do her usual rounds, find her usual dealers, the usual bartenders would serve her—because she was of age—and then she could dance until she dropped and someone from the pack could take her back to her house. It all worked as far as she cared to know about. It was what she did just about every other day too, and if the baby suffered for it she decided she didn’t care enough to change her ways. Maybe the stupid thing would leave and she could get back to her life. I mean really, her? A mother? So not a good idea. She would just screw the kid up, it was better off dead. She had decided this the moment she knew she was pregnant and was now working to make it so. Besides, she missed shifting.
So much.
The lynx inside her growled at that. It missed being out too, but werecat mothers were basically human until they gave birth, so she was entirely stuck right now. She was stuck without her strength, and with that stupid hormone that made people want to protect her. Well, that came in handy when she passed out at least. It was obvious that Lynx was going out after this from her outfit, wild and shockingly colored as always. Sliding a pair of huge headphones around her neck, she was off. It was pathetically quick to get to the shrinks office and by now she knew the way pretty damn well, it wasn’t that hard anymore. Simple infact.
She slammed her way into the office she was supposed to meet the other chick. ”I’m here” she grumbled, slamming the door behind her too. The shrink jumped. ”Now Lynx, temper” he warned her as he always did. Stupid jumpy man could never handle her. It was why she was still with him, easy to intimidate him and get in and then out. ”No problem doc” she said, grinning ferally and flashing the fake fangs as she slid into one of the seats. Now where was this girl? She wanted to be in and out. Now. "Can we please get this over with? Now if possible? I got places to be," she asked ,already staring p at the clock
Muse: Good
Notes: Shes so impatient lol
Words: 1234 haha
Outfit: HERE