skylar aura weird

[SKYLAR AURA WEIRD]

skylar aura weird !

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hey howdy hey! this is titch and i'm nine hundred years old. i've been roleplaying for like, two years and i've loved every minute of it. at the moment i play hamlet and emilia and i love all of them. if i'm not around, catch me on pm; email; cbox; msn; aim and i should respond. so yeah, peace!

"I don't fucking want to fight you, you stupid idiot!" Skylar Aura Weird yelled at the person standing in front of her with his fist flexed, arm pulled backwards and blood dripping from his knuckles. He'd already punched Skylar in the mouth and split her lip, causing it to bleed, and she was refusing to punch him back - she had standards. Standards that were set by morals; which included the one where a male should never hit a female - she was trying to make him see this by reversing the roles; hences her trying to hold herself steady and not hit him like he'd done to her. "You know that it's rude to hit a lady, right?" The youngest of the 'weird' sisters was probably the most violent; capable of murder and everyone knew that, unfortunately for this male in front of her she was so close to losing the end of her tether and she knew that he knew it, too. At her comment he swung his fist again. This time Skylar was ready for him and ducked; she grabbed his arm, twisted it around and slammed him up against the wall. "I said; I don't want to fucking fight you, so you fucking listen to me otherwise your head is going against the wall and it'll make a very nice red mark, got it?" For a sixteen year old she could be pretty damn intimidating when she wanted to be.

The male decided that he didn't like Skylar and ended up punching her in the face again; this time she actually fell over, landing in a muddy puddle, head hitting the cold, hard ground. Stars in her eyes and elephants in pink tutu's running around her head. The male ran away quickly and the brunette slowly sat herself up. There was now mud all up her arms, on her face and covering her clothes. With a sigh, the sixteen year old 'student' attempted to brush down her clothes but only succeeded in making herself a lot more messier than she was already. "Fuck sake." Came the grumble as she got to her feet to survey the damage done. Her lip was split completely and there was blood pouring out of it, running down her chin and going down her neck; but she didn't seem to care much. What was hurting her more was the cut on her hand. "Stupid male species." Shaking her head, Skylar moved over to the wall, clenched her fist and punched it. She punched it so hard that it ripped the cut open so much more that blood poured out of it. A yell escaped her lips, followed by breathless curse words and mumbling under her breath. Now she was done for; her sisters were going to question her and she was going to be in heaps of trouble.

Ignoring the fact that she was now covered in mud and soaked in her own blood, Skylar pulled the sleeves down on her hoodie and half walked, half ran away from the scene of the crime - not that there was a crime, but you know.. Not sure of where to go, or where her sisters would be, Skylar walked and walked for what seemed like forever - by this time she was so tired she felt as though she was going to fall over. Eventually though she arrived at the Montague building and practically fell through it. She knew that either one of her sisters would be in there, and they could sort her out because she wasn't capable of doing so herself at the moment - well, she was capable of sorting herself out usually, but she was just so tired she couldn't. "Honey, I'm home." The brunette called out to no-one in particular as she entered the building and flopped herself down on the closet chair. "Muddy Skylar at your service." She called out again, leaning her head on her shoulder and closing her eyes.

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