RAIN EVERYWHERE
FUCK RAIN, SERIOUSLY
god i am so sick i don't even know why i woke up today and crawled to work. also, period times. rivers of bloooooood
Me, Kelley and Wolfy did an artslam. The subject? PARKOUR. And in our collective heads parkour = vampires, so here's Warlock being a douche and jumping off stuff.
Scatter, the belly-dancing alien who lives in Warlock's house. His hair is still up for debate, as are his markings - they'll be black, so. No, they're not here.
Pitch is allowed in only one bar in The Maybe, and goes there pretty regularly with his friends. And gets fucking smashed.
"We dun' want him in our bar, Frank. S'downright uncomfortable."
"You wanna' be the one to tell'm to leave? 'Cause they are all ears. ...'Cept for the ones that don't have none."
"HAAAAAHAHA! FRANK. YOU'RE SO FUNNY, FRANK. GODDAMN."
"Thank ya' sir."
"FUCKIN' FUNNY."