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The small girl squinted with a small huff. “Mouth breather.” Eleven (who really just wanted to say it...) moved her longer hair out of her angered face as she gave him her ‘glare’, though not truly doing anything, as she was only trying to scare him from not having nearly enough power to do anything serious.

He glared back, his head leaned forward a bit so he was a bit lower to look in her eyes "Lab rat." He wasn't trying to be very mean, but he didn't like those who used petty name calling. His immortality made him cocky, but he could recognize when other people were abnormal like him.

((YEAH ELEVEN IS THE BEST))

"Ya got any shinies, mate?" The young child asked. "Cause if ya dun', I can always go pilferin'ya dry." He huffed a bit, showing a fangy grin. "Ya look weird also!"

imma stop after this—

Eleven tilted her head. She looked him up and down before smiling. She glanced at the mark. The girl pulled up her sleeve to show him her own. “Eleven.” El pointed at herself as her smile turned into a grin.

Anya steps up beside them, "oh we showing of tats?" She pulls up her sleeve, to reveal a plethora of multicolored tattoos. "I don't think I have enough though. Do you sweetie?" She jokes to eleven.

"Shit, if we're getting into that..." He'd simply slipped his jacket aside, lifting the back of his shirt, to give off the impression he has a tattoo of a large, black wolf on his back...And, then it disappeared. And he dropped his shirt, and put his jacket back on. "Really, though, it's fun to do that. Trickin' people is what I do, pretty lady. Well, among other things, but we're not getting into that."

*blushes and crushes hard* Hey, cool it down. Tattoos can cause skin cancer. They look nice, though..... *fades out of sight*

The cenobite crosses her arms over her scarred chest, tilted her head and causing a bit of blood to fly from the seemingly fresh dark red flesh where her eyes were. “Is it gone? Or is it still here?” She was just... confused...

Jumps away at the sight of blood. "EWW!!! GROSS!!" She ran and hid behind a random person. "Anyways, Tattoos are so cool!" She walked away from Searcher and to the people talking about tattoos. She lifted her shirt to show her left side that had a wolf, a heart and infinity sign. "I love wolves and romance. And it'll last forever." The tattoo was really small but cute.

The girl, looking about as surly and unapproachable as any good biker should, had been half-sitting, half-leaning on an older model hoverbike for some time. Arms folded and cigarette loosely dangling from barely parted lips, she had been watching with half-lidded eyes through stray shocks of blue hair as the various, juxtaposed…characters went about introducing themselves and, more recently, showing off a whole host of tattoos in what she could only assume was a contest to see who was the edgiest. So far, some black-haired tool was the winner, she had decided.

With a flick of her head, the girl - apparently known as ’Typo’, assuming the embroidering on her leather jacket was to be believed - flipped the stray bangs out of her eyes, briefly looked upward with a vaguely reproachful look as though her bangs really should know better than to flop down like that, then returned those steely eyes to the scene playing out before her with a look that was no less judgemental and contemptuous than it had been the whole time.

That was, until a tall, nut-haired girl looking to be a couple years younger than herself went yelping and skittishly retreating to hide behind what she must have supposed was the most imposing barrier within range. The girl brushed by Typo and her bike, then peered around the two of them to answer the other.

THe otherwise nonplussed biker chick watched this with a quirked brow, frowning curiously as she half-turned her upper body to look back at the stranger.

”Well, you’re certainly a gem, aren’t ya’?” She commented with scathing, but subtle sarcasm.She was clearly not impressed, and after taking a moment to peer down at her pocket-terminal at the girl’s ’meta-profile’ (A spartan page hosted by something called ‘RPR’, whatever that was) she was hardly more interested. But an appraising eye did look the girl up and down as she pocketed the little device.

”You’re pretty cute though, I’ll give ya’ that. We could probably use you - say, wanna’ go for a ride~?” The words, rapidly descending into a sly and foreboding suggestion, were accompanied by an equally baleful grin. It was downright threatening. Clearly ‘going for a ride’ was not something the girl would want if she had any sense...

Though, of course, KM wasn’t really all that interested and would only stay where she was, snickering with mean-spirited amusement as the girl inevitably took her leave.

”Huhuh~ Sucker~”

Derrie smiled. Teach me your dang ways, hun. Also, do you think dead people can have kids? Because they can. One has me. She’d stated proudly, moving her messy hair out of her face with a smirk. How you get a girl just like- She snapped. -that?

Xenith leaned against a nearby barrel lazily. "Aye lass... Is that color natural?" The disheveled, yet handsome rouge asks not unkindly and with sincere interest as he took another sip from his dark, pungent smelling bottle. His startling eyes looking steadily at the green haired girly.

“Well, nothing has to be necessarily “natural” to make sense, does it?”

I mean, that’s kinda true. But this hair? Nah, I dyed it. You know, my papa kills people, even though he’s dead himself. Cool right? Just gotta say his name five times. She smiled, slapping Sarah on the back with a quiet giggle. I bet he’d be nice to you if I told him to, honey.

“The hair is cool , I want it too!”

Hoping Liliath's dreamcatcher finds one that will show her the path to take to free herself from her desperate life.

*sits in the corner and blushes really hard*

The killer stood, watching his victim for a bit before whipping out the phone, dialing a number. He cleared his throat, changing his rather high-pitched voice to a quite sinister one. Someone’s crushing, huh?

Jumping down from her previous perch, the assassin then stood and walked over. Narrowing her cold eyes she said, "Someone's nosy, huh?"