storage dump etc

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[dame]

ooh that's rlly pretty

[ashen]

bless u this is what im doin for reedy

[dame]

nice

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[spoiler=tags for KELLY SPARTA || updated 8/21]
                                              ♦ Kelly Sparta ♦
30 || he/him || Loner || Beggar || Chaotic Neutral || INTP-T

→ 5'0''
→ 85 lbs
→ Loose, too-big tee shirt, ill fitting jeans, one hoodie
→ Sandy blonde, not too thick, scraggly ginger facial scruff and brows.
→ Scrawny, half-starved.
→ Notable round scars on his wrists and plenty of facial scars.


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[spoiler=tags for KELLY SPARTA || updated 8/21]
                                    ♦ KELLY SPARTA ♦
30 || he/him || Loner || Beggar || Chaotic Neutral || INTP-T

                                      APPEARANCE
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→ 5'0''
→ 85 lbs
→ Loose, too-big tee shirt, ill fitting jeans, one hoodie.
→ Sandy blonde, not too thick, scraggly ginger facial scruff and brows.
→ Scrawny, half-starved.
→ Notable round scars on his wrists and plenty of facial scars.


                                    PERSONALITY
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                                  SKILLS & FLAWS
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                    BACKGROUND & CONNECTIONS
____________________________________________________

♛ Born April 11th,
♛ Aries, year of the  Earth Rat
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[spoiler=tags for KELLY SPARTA || updated 8/21]
                                    ♦ KELLY SPARTA ♦
30 || he/him || Loner || Beggar || Chaotic Neutral || INTP-T

                                      APPEARANCE
____________________________________________________
→ 5'0''
→ 85 lbs
→ Loose, too-big tee shirt, ill fitting jeans, one hoodie.
→ Sandy blonde, not too thick, scraggly ginger facial scruff and brows.
→ Scrawny, half-starved.
→ Notable round scars on his wrists and plenty of facial scars.


                                    PERSONALITY
____________________________________________________


                                  SKILLS & FLAWS
____________________________________________________

⚡
⚡
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                    BACKGROUND & CONNECTIONS
____________________________________________________

♛ Born April 11th, 2008.
♛ Aries, year of the  Earth Rat.
♛ Kelly was born into a ragtag family that lived on the coast, traveling up and down beachtowns and sleeping where they could. They were thieves, largely; besides petty theft and drug use, no more serious crimes were committed. When Kelly was born, the group of then-seven settled down while he was too young to handle moving about.
♛ gay & suspicious
♛ single & angry
♛ no crushes
♛ for now
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[div style="width: 600px; text-align: left;"]"Hon, y'all wanna get out of her hair nicely?" The sweet voice was pitched high--just enough to be pegged as an affectation, as the six foot even woman leaned over the bar, resting muscled forearms on the gleaming surface--she was flexing just enough that the powerful biceps were on full display, and despite the sweet smile on her hot pink lips, the look in those pale blue eyes was positively glacial. "Cause, see, pumpkin--it sure don't look like you're bein' real chivalrous, and it's my job here to--"

"Your job to pour drinks, pansy-boy." His words were smooth, tinged with disgust and lip curled--he had a shot glass dangling delicately from his fingertips, and his stool had been scooted closer to the woman seated next to him, who's eyes had turned quickly to the bartender, brushing thick ginger hair behind an ear--her arm closest to the man having been up on the table--as if to block her view. His words seemed to startle her a bit--but Sydney's reaction was slow, as she drew herself back, sashaying with that same pleasant smile around the bar. Black platform boots kept her well above most, at 6'3'' or even 6'4''. Through a leopard print blouse and tight yoga pants, it was clear she didn't sit on her ass, with thick muscle visible in her shoulders and legs, a powerful stride taking her a few paces to just behind the young man, one hand beringed with colorful plastic jewelry resting on the shoulder of his suit. "That's Ma'am to you, hon-" A snort was audible, and with a smooth motion, Sydney spun his barstool--spinning him around to see a completely flummoxed look, as she leaned in. "What's that? Gonna say something?"

She grinned, straightening up--backing off, at least physically."You come in here a lot, sugar. Your name's Hirren, you order an Old Fashioned--you work for that startup company on Elm. And right now, you're harassing a woman. Two women, technically, but I'm the one with the legal dispensation to toss you out on your ass." She winked; false eyelashes giving a rather over the top effect. "Now, I'm sure you don't want to test whether I can do that literally? Show you just how pansy I am?" Arms folded--she certainly looked like she could, if she had to--and luckily, the man seemed to take that in as well--and, looking sulky, he stood, only a couple inches shorter but clearly less bulky--and he left, his footsteps hurried as she loped after him--giving a glance outside to make sure he didn't try to skulk around.

Returning to the bar, Sydney cracked her knuckles, shooting an apologetic look over to the customer. "Hate getting in your face and all, but--I don't like being discreet. Best anyone else knows to keep an eye out for the creeps, y'know?" She grinned. "Now, can I getcha anything else? Know those shits can get you outta the mood, but hey--I got a cosmo that'll make you feel like a star. Plus, I got my boss to get more umbrellas and no one uses them." That got a snicker, as the woman straightened up a bit, pursing her lips a little and fishing out her wallet--which Sydney waved a hand at. "Nah--on me. Try to get rid of those guys before they cause any trouble, so--" She shrugged. "One cosmo comin' up!" That got a real smile. "My name's Larissa." She introduced, voice deep and raspy. "Got sick of him talking about how much he loves 'fiery' redheads. I'm not Amy Pond, for fuck's sake." Rolling her eyes, Larissa found herself fidgeting--fingers tapping at the bartop while she took in the fluid, practiced routine for the mixer, the way her curls of frosted black hair bounced above her forehead--mimicking a mane of some kind. "Now, Amy was one of my favorites--but I always preferred Martha, you know?" Sydney replied, presenting the hot pink concoction with a flourish. "I got bored with the show, though--I can't keep watching anything that long." She grinned. "More of a reality girl, gotta say--I love all those dessert competitions. You know where they make the cakes look like--castles and shit? Man, it makes me wish I could bake. I mean--I can but it turns into a brick of sugar and flour." Sydney ended up perching on the top of the bar--aside from Larissa, the place was mostly empty--but still a cozy atmosphere, with the pair chatting until Larissa had to head home to her son. "He's old enough to be home and--he loves the quiet when I'm gone, but I don't like leaving him too late. Miss him, you know?" Her face lit up when she talked about him--Raymond was his name--and Sydney was grinning--just soaking up her enthusiasm. "Well, I'll catch you another time. Want me to walk ya to your car?" She paused. "Or--well, I can at least check to make sure he's not hangin' around." Larissa accepted, looking a bit relieved to have a veritable bodyguard--and they said goodbye outside.

Sydney took a moment before returning to the bar--the fresh air was uplifting-- and so was the feeling of lovesick butterflies in her stomach.

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Sí, sabes que ya llevo un rato mirándote ,

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