think like that and it's already over. {l.farron}

[Lightning Farron]

real big fan of yours ,

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"I can't explain... I need to be alone.
I know the timing isn't great
but these things, you just can't plan.
I just need a little time
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quite the joke to you ,

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"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"claire farron. call me lightning if you value your limbs."

"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"i was born on march 22, and i'm twenty-one, affiliated with cocoon."

"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"how about no. i don't date people i don't know."

"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"whatever the situation calls for - firearm, blade, spell, or healing. i work alone, so i need to cover the bases."

"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"i don't understand you. i threaten you with dismemberment and you keep going - you remind me of that moron."

kissed me in your room ,

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"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"five foot six."

"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"i'm a soldier. that means lean and muscled, and you're not going to be seeing that, sorry."

"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"i wear whatever's comfortable and practical, that i can move around in. and don't you dare point out the cape. i pick things up offhand when out with other people, usually."

"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"you probably recognize me from cocoon newscasts. one of the evil pulse l'cie - ring a bell?"

"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"please die."

replied i love you too ,

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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"i dislike you, chatting meaninglessly, and stupid people. however, i like people i consider to be my family, people who think for themselves and things that smell nice."

"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"i have a habit of singing or humming while washing, and i have a secret addiction to strawberries and chocolate. i hope this is under confidentiality or you will get a gunblade in the groin."

"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"you're kind of an idiot. yes, my hair color is natural. no, i'm not secretly a lesbian whore. or a butch. or asexual. i can't guarantee your safety if you cross me when i'm in a bad mood, and i don't like kids."

"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"i'm going to kill you."

a little bit insecure ,

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"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"i'm thinking you dance with my sword and then we talk about where to bury your pieces. just take the hint."

"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"my parents are dead, i never knew my grandparents and i live in bodhum, in cocoon."

"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"you are a horrible person. i consider the group i traveled with to be my siblings, and i have a pet chocobo chick. it's pink. long, gruesome story."
"-chirp!-"

"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"please tell me you're not as idiotic as that sounded. i kind of was prosecuted for four months, and cocoon still hates me."

"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"thank the maker. don't call me. or i seriously might kill you."

of this mistreatment ,

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name. just call me light.
age. fourteen.
rp experience. five years.
rules. read indeed.
rp sample.

She was too busy wishing several hellish punishments on Fang to hear Auric make his claim on her, luckily for the parts of his body within range of her brass knuckles. Even somewhere past buzzed, nearing drunk, Lightning had her dignity.

Her inebriated actions would horrify her sober, though; she had done such a good job at losing the entirety of her dignity, so far as to even dignify Fang's jibe with a response. "Vanille's fine. It's you I don't like - cocky, touchy, and protective." Punctuating the last claim with a singular eyebrow raised, she turned haughtily away from the arrogant huntress.

.... until her next viper wound its way into her brain.

"The only one checking you out is yourself." Warning sign. Resorting to the equivalent of "yo mamma" was a surefire marker that she was straying into jaw-whacking territory. Refusing to even meet her eyes now - drunk, she was a little honest, though she wouldn't admit it to herself, not even in a blue moon.

As Fang threatened to walk away, the soldier was quick to interject "Sit your ass down. I haven't given you a respectable tongue-lashing yet."

Flighty huntress? Something's wrong. She'd get to the bottom of this, Marlboro or not.

[Oerba Yun Fang [The Desperado]]

Well Well well, Welcome to the site Sunshine. Let me tell you, this was really fun to read. And I was giggling like an idiot through most of it. :'D Welcome to the site and make sure to have fun here! I'll make you a better sig in a little bit, actually in fact I have a sig I made for you a while ago! I'll send it to ya in a bit. c:

Sincerely,

Oerba Yun Fang