Cuddle Valley High: Role Play

Claire sighed. "US Russians are pretty screwed huh?" she asked.

"Not at all, at least not you" said Vash blushing

~Peter and Clarie are going out I guess right?~

((Well, that's what they have evryone else to believe but no, they don't. They're also suppose to be getting married.))

Krysten who had snuck inside the house eralier played with ALlor came down stairs from Jorgen's room where she was visiting Anya. She glares at Claire muttering something about an ungreatful **** and then turns and knees Peter in the groin. She smirked. "F8cking traitor." she said before leaving Claire and Peter oth surprised.

"WoW... This hitting in the family jewls thing and saying F*cking traitor thing is just too old..." said Vash chuckling a little bit.

Warning: People if you don't like what the char's say don't read the post.

Krysten froze. Turning she walked up to Vash and took her hands out of her Volcom hoodie pockets. "And being an effing amer-i-can flirting with a pregnant girl is old. Most wait until she's done had her baby before they impregnante her again."

Peter layed on his back on the floor and held the ice pack to his groin. "Krys, I'm really sorry."

"Sure you are. You pig."

"Well at least it's an improvement."

"You know thanksgiving is coming up." she said with narrowed eyes. She watched as Peter stood.

"I tried to tell you and her."

"You lie."

"No, everytime I talked to you we were interupted. I wanted you to help me tell her that I didn't."

Ragnard got bored sitting around doing nothing and looked at the clock he would be done in a half an hour and then he can go home.

"now what shall i do when i get home..... i guess i would buy some food then sit home and watch some movies" ragnard said to himself.

OOC: LoL.....WTF Did you post that?😛

Vash crossly looked at Krysten "Well excuse me, First im not flirting, Second your a biatch, Third is that Im not fully american! As I said im 1/4 russian 1/4 british 2/4 american!!! And beileve me little girl, I have come throu more pain then you had! God forbidd even to you to have a life like I have!" said Vash at Krysten threateninling

"Obviously you're not that smart. You could have just said and half american." She said. "ANd yes I'm a b*tch, hello look at the traitor I use to hang out with."

Kennedy, flicked her cigarette and continued to walk down the street. completel bored, she dropped the comic on the ground and continued with her reeses. She started to hum the song playing in her head set, as the smoke released from her lips.

"Well your too low life to even be with anyone!" protested Vash

Jorgen and Allor passed Kennedy. Jorgen sighed. he could smell the clove. "God, now I am craving one."

Krysten resisted the urge to hurt Vash. "Why the hell are you here anyways. Al sure didn't invite you in and Marria's not here so you have no right to be."

She took her headset off and looked at Jorgen (smirk...hehehhe...YAY). She took out her messy bun and let her pale blonde hair fall onto her shoulders. The black streaks in her long bangs tucked behind her hair. She took another drag of her clove, and tosseled her hair a bit.
"Want one?" she asked pulling out the flat medal black box, and opening it.

"Ergh... Well yes I do!!!!" lied Vash.

As time went by ragnard looked back at the clock and only 12 minutes went by.

"Ahh screw this no one is going to come so i might just leave now" then raganrd closed down the store and then he walked to his motorcycle and turned on the ignition.

Derek got bored and turned on Powerman 5000 as loud as his stereo would go. He grinned, remembering the days when he and his friends used to spend entire afternoons smoking pot and listening to loud music... Of course this was different.

Krysten arched an eyebrow and waited. Her sea green eyes staring into his as she waited for his answer. Her brown hair pulled back into ponytail. Skull dangling earrings hung delicately from her ears. Her light blue shirt coming to her knees hiding just how low her lack jeans were. The smell of cologne on her from Her talking to Jorgen. "And what would it be?" she asked. Her voice a lot softer than it was with peter.

Jorgen looked at Al who threw her hand up and walked ahead going into a bar. They didn't even ask for her id since she would be playing there around midnight.

Jorgen smirked. "Yeah, thanks." he said taking one.

Ragnard drove back home and got home he went to his room and turned on his stereo and put on some new age music which relaxed him. then he got up and ordered a medium pepperoni pizza.

"Im Kennedy." she said watching the girl walk off. She ran her fingers in her hair, and took another drag, and put the metal case away. "Here's a light." she said handing him a lighter. "ANd you are?"