That Girl is…
"Do you remember what happened?"

hwxarang:

hwxarang:

INJURY II [STARTER SENTENCES]

He blinked, trying to make sense of what she said and then of his memory. All he could remember was that he had been trying to avoid smashing into a car on the road whilst riding his motorcycle, but he couldn’t seem to make out any more than that. 

Well, there was also the damn near intolerable pain in his abdomen, and his arms. 

"Nah…must’ve sucked pretty bad though…" He frowned, lips pursing together. 

And where the hell was his bike?

"Well, Poison, I think I should thank you for saving my ass." He says, a smile curving onto his lips. It’s funny, Hwoarang is usually the last to thank anyone, and maybe it was the painkillers, but he feels as though she deserves a proper thanks. Especially while everyone else just stood around while he was most likely bleeding out of his face. 

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"You’re pretty cool, you know?" 

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"And like I said, no worries." She took a very deliberate glance at the clock on the wall before her smile fell.

"Holy sHIT have I really been here that long?! I gotta run."

"Do you remember what happened?"

hwxarang:

hwxarang:

INJURY II [STARTER SENTENCES]

He blinked, trying to make sense of what she said and then of his memory. All he could remember was that he had been trying to avoid smashing into a car on the road whilst riding his motorcycle, but he couldn’t seem to make out any more than that. 

Well, there was also the damn near intolerable pain in his abdomen, and his arms. 

"Nah…must’ve sucked pretty bad though…" He frowned, lips pursing together. 

And where the hell was his bike?

Ah, that made sense. Claws, he had his share of experiences with clawed creatures…especially—

"Yeah, I get that. A friend of mine almost ripped off my face once. Well—it sorta wasn’t him, it’s hard to explain." Calling him a ‘friend’ was easy in front of someone he didn’t know. Or…thought he did not know. 

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"Say—you seem really familiar, now that I think about it." Her name was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn’t remember… "What’s your name, again?" 

"Do you remember what happened?"

hwxarang:

hwxarang:

INJURY II [STARTER SENTENCES]

He blinked, trying to make sense of what she said and then of his memory. All he could remember was that he had been trying to avoid smashing into a car on the road whilst riding his motorcycle, but he couldn’t seem to make out any more than that. 

Well, there was also the damn near intolerable pain in his abdomen, and his arms. 

"Nah…must’ve sucked pretty bad though…" He frowned, lips pursing together. 

And where the hell was his bike?

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"Oh—yeah, forgot it was there. Wow, that’ll leave an ugly scar," of course it would, because he always picked and scratched at his injuries. It was just a habit, and he never really tried to shake it. Though, he’d be careful. He wouldn’t want to mar his face. 

He notices she has scratches too—well, he noticed beforehand, but now he actually noted it. “Wha, that? Barely noticed it,” he was lying, and most likely obviously so, but he thought it’d be nice to say anyway. “Er…how’d you get it? If I can ask.” 

Well… she didn’t want to lie, but he didn’t need the whole truth. Things could get… weird.

Poison shrugged with a smile tight at the edges; “It’s a long story. The short of it is that I fought someone with claws and though I won, I got these as a souvenir.”

((Just a little update- On the Storylines page I decided to put synopses of both storylines so far, just so people can get the gist of these major events in the blog’s continuity without having to read through everything. Though I would recommend reading through them just to get clearer context))

avengingspelunker:

     She falls because she doesn’t expect it. She falls because the shove, despite being graceful  in appearance, holds plenty of force. Whatever reason she falls for, it does little to excuse the way she tumbles into a pool, with as much style as a tree knocked over by a lumberjack. Someone should have yelled timber.

     At the very least, the splash produced by her fall is enough to reach her attacker, and they both stare at each other, as the blonde seemingly forgets to swim to shore and pull herself out of the cold water.

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     If this were an ordinary prank, she’d have expected her to run by now, yet they both stand still. "I don’t even know what to ask first."

But now Poison had to think of a way to explain herself before the blonde tried getting revenge. Not for the first time, her impulsive nature and habit of leaping before thinking had gotten her into a sticky situation.

She simply shrugged while internally bracing for the fallout; “Well, someone had to get you into that summer mood.”

"Do you remember what happened?"

hwxarang:

hwxarang:

INJURY II [STARTER SENTENCES]

He blinked, trying to make sense of what she said and then of his memory. All he could remember was that he had been trying to avoid smashing into a car on the road whilst riding his motorcycle, but he couldn’t seem to make out any more than that. 

Well, there was also the damn near intolerable pain in his abdomen, and his arms. 

"Nah…must’ve sucked pretty bad though…" He frowned, lips pursing together. 

And where the hell was his bike?

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"Cops don’t really mix with anyone ," He has his own smirk, “‘Cause everyone’s done something they could point a finger at." Whether he means ‘something’ or ‘a few things’, he doesn’t clarify, but when the smirk starts to hurt the scratch on his cheek he grimaces. 

Ah—I don’t know if you know this or not, but my name’s Hwoarang. And I should really thank you for helping me,” Though he usually isn’t one to accept help, there wasn’t much a person could ask for after they’ve been in an accident. 

She carefully avoids the subject of knowing his name; “No worries. Also, you might wanna avoid stressin’ that scratch of yours.”

Her hand drifts up to her scarred cheek as she laughs, “Don’t want to worry it too much and end up looking like me, do you?”

"Do you remember what happened?"

hwxarang:

your-femme-fatale-poison:

hwxarang:

INJURY II [STARTER SENTENCES]

He blinked, trying to make sense of what she said and then of his memory. All he could remember was that he had been trying to avoid smashing into a car on the road whilst riding his motorcycle, but he couldn’t seem to make out any more than that. 

Well, there was also the damn near intolerable pain in his abdomen, and his arms. 

"Nah…must’ve sucked pretty bad though…" He frowned, lips pursing together. 

And where the hell was his bike?

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"Some dumb fuck was driving drunk in the middle of the day and plowed right into you. They were only dazed by the crash– ain’t that always the way it goes? Thankfully, far as the doctors said you’re gonna be fine. Sore and immobile for a little bit, but fine eventually."

Poison grimaced and pulled her hat down, fiddling with the brim; “Your bike, though… I think we’re gonna need to hold a funeral for that thing.”

That explanation helped quite a lot. “Damn…” He muttered, studying the crack in his goggles. This wasn’t the first accident he’d ever been in, but this wasn’t an often thing, either. 

Some people are just fucking stupid. If I ever find that guy, he ain’t gonna like where my foot’ll go.” That being said, he decided he was going to attempt standing. Terrible decision, he sat back down. 

"Eh—I guess you helped me out, then?" 

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"I was the only one around who wasn’t too busy gawking or thinking someone else would help, so I dragged you here."

Poison’s smile turned into a smirk; “Also, I’m pretty sure they arrested the guy who hit you. I’d have gone down there to give him a beating for ya, but me and cops don’t really mix. Matter of fact I gotta leave sooner than later before they show up to question you or somethin’.”

kazuyagoddamnmishima:

hmm
"Do you remember what happened?"

hwxarang:

INJURY II [STARTER SENTENCES]

He blinked, trying to make sense of what she said and then of his memory. All he could remember was that he had been trying to avoid smashing into a car on the road whilst riding his motorcycle, but he couldn’t seem to make out any more than that. 

Well, there was also the damn near intolerable pain in his abdomen, and his arms. 

"Nah…must’ve sucked pretty bad though…" He frowned, lips pursing together. 

And where the hell was his bike?

"Some dumb fuck was driving drunk in the middle of the day and plowed right into you. They were only dazed by the crash– ain’t that always the way it goes? Thankfully, far as the doctors said you’re gonna be fine. Sore and immobile for a little bit, but fine eventually."

Poison grimaced and pulled her hat down, fiddling with the brim; “Your bike, though… I think we’re gonna need to hold a funeral for that thing.”

"Let’s be perfectly honest- Considering everything that’s happened over the past year, it’s probably more a matter of what HAVEN’T you done."

"Hot damn!" [to Julia]

indigenax:

meme;

{ ☮ } ——;     ❝——— Hot damn? This research will be the end of the mankind ! 

"But you gotta admit it’ll be pretty sweet."

Poison attempted a heartfelt speech about how grateful she was for his father’s and the other anons’ contributions and how she was always there to help if he needed it, but instead just ended up sobbing incoherently for fifteen minutes straight.

thisgirlgames:

Tekken 7 Debut Trailer.