who-thefuck-is-she

[who-thefuck-is-she]

"Our lives have been lived a hundred times. No one really cares about your story. Just like you don't about mine. I can tell," She shrugged and pointed at the crossbow in his hand, changing the subject. "Mind aiming that somewhere else?"

"Can I trust you?"

"—— ‘dunno, why ya’ feel the need ta’ ask me that?"

#iwasnobodynothing

[who-thefuck-is-she]

'Never getting out': she's heard that line before. "Are you even trying to get out..?"

  "Ya look like a Jess," she smirked teasingly. She only called him Jess when she was being passive-aggressive with him, which was often. "Well Jess-E, I already told you, I’m worried. Just wanna make sure you’re out of the game. For good this time."

#wecreatedthedarkness

[who-thefuck-is-she]

"So..you're not doing that stuff anymore right? You're 'clean'?" 

"Okaaay so there is murder in there though, great,” Astor chuckled nervously taking a step back.

#revupyourhahaharley

[who-thefuck-is-she]

"Okaaay so there is murder in there though, great," Astor chuckled nervously taking a step back.

"Oh, well fantastic then." “Um, I hear a lot of stories so what is it that you do wrong exactly?”

#revupyourhahaharley

[who-thefuck-is-she]

"Oh, well fantastic then." "Um, I hear a lot of stories so what is it that you do wrong exactly?"

"Uh, well the news..the news told me, and everyone in Gotham so..yeah.." "Are you gonna kill me? Should I be running or?"

#revupyourhahaharley

[who-thefuck-is-she]

"Uh, well the news..the news told me, and everyone in Gotham so..yeah.." "Are you gonna kill me? Should I be running or?"

"Astor..Aren’t you a criminal?"

#revupyourhahaharley

[who-thefuck-is-she]

"Astor..Aren't you a criminal?"

"Who are you?"

revupyourhahaharley

#revupyourhahaharley

[who-thefuck-is-she]

"Who are you?"

revupyourhahaharley

#closed greeter #revupyourhahaharley #hi :)

[who-thefuck-is-she]

"You don't wanna hear my sob story mister," She chuckled half-heartily, trying to avoid digging deeper into the topic. "I'm sure you've heard plenty. Everyone has. You might even have one yourself," she had become very skilled at drawing the focus away from her and to someone else, especially when it came to her past. It's a skill every journalist needed anyhow. 

"Can I trust you?"

"—— ‘dunno, why ya’ feel the need ta’ ask me that?"

#iwasnobodynothing

[who-thefuck-is-she]

"What's so important that you're willing to work yourself to death over it?" Astor sighed.

open | v; undetermined

#inked-inmate

[who-thefuck-is-she]

i hope the light at the end of the tunnel is a computer screen

[who-thefuck-is-she]

"Ya look like a Jess," she smirked teasingly. She only called him Jess when she was being passive-aggressive with him, which was often. "Well Jess-E, I already told you, I'm worried. Just wanna make sure you're out of the game. For good this time."

  "Nothing I can do Jess,” Astor shrugged. “I can only hope your bullshit comes from a good place.” 

"Besides, I’m a journalist. I’ll find out what I want to know eventually," she smirked.

#wecreatedthedarkness

[who-thefuck-is-she]

She blushed looking at her hand in his. "Sure I'd love a Jump guide..uh no, wait, City guide.. well Jump City guide," Astor flustered, trying to laugh off her mistake. "I'm trying to say yes heh."

who-thefuck-is-she

"Well hello there, who might you be?" The dark blond asked with a slightly flirty smile as he looked the young woman over.

#oh astor x) #lol i think she has a crush #telekineticseer

[who-thefuck-is-she]

When the door opened and she saw his face, Astor couldn't ignore the anger that bubbled in her stomach. It dissipated however when he spoke her name. She nodded, throwing her arms around him for a hug, and all she thought about were the good times: dancing with Dexter as a child, when she would dress up like a princess and he would be her prince, how he protected her mother from Paul...Why couldn't he protect her from something worse then..the thought invaded, and made Astor frown out of Dexter's sight as she embraced him. Letting him go she forced a smile back on her face, "..I, uh, know it's been a while.."

Closed

It took damn near forever to find Dexter, but not long enough to give Astor time to think. What was she going to say to him? Would he recognize her? Why was she even doing this? She supposed she felt like she needed some kind of closure. Better than the one they had when she was fourteen, because she was thinking she’d see him again so she didn’t say all she needed to. Ten years past and he never showed. Of course Astor had her own life and other things to worry about now, as did he she was sure, but a phone call wouldn’t have killed him right?

Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t realize she had already knocked on the door until it opened.

”..Hi Dexter.”

#yay thank you :3 #its ok :) #dextxr

[who-thefuck-is-she]

Ode to an Rper...

In honour of all of our:

misplaced -or- dropped threads

deleted partners

abandoned characters

feelings of inadequacy 

abandonment issues

forgotten asks

dropped plots

frustrated rp desires

You will never be forgotten-well in some instances threads have been-but only by some of us. Don’t forget you are loved….

[who-thefuck-is-she]

"Nothing I can do Jess," Astor shrugged. "I can only hope your bullshit comes from a good place." 

"Besides, I'm a journalist. I'll find out what I want to know eventually," she smirked.

  "You’re too full of shit for your own good Jess," Astor teased.

#wecreatedthedarkness

[who-thefuck-is-she]

"Dead, murdered." Astor answered Lila's question with no hint of emotion. She wasn't going to let that conversation go any further. Besides that wasn't what she was here for. "You're right, I am gonna tell you," she smiled at a rather large sculpture. "Because, and I may not have recognized it when I was younger as well as I do now, but you were always so real. No bullshit." Astor pressed her hand against the sculpture firmly, making no attempt to save it as it fell and shattered onto the floor. "Shit, my bad. Anyway, you saw something you wanted and you took it, y'know?" She continued to wander around the house as she spoke, making her way to the small kitchen.

"Good to know. Can’t a girl come to say hi to her step-daddy’s favorite girlfriend? Well ex." Astor forced a heart-felt smile. "Oh shit, you got a nice fucking place. May I?" Astor asked the question as she pushed passed Lila to get into her home. She looked around in awe, "You know Cody and I always liked you Leela" she stated, purposely saying her name wrong. Astor  looked at the works of art she had scattered about. "Know why?"

#grossenglishtittyvampire