Homicidal Beauty Queen (Gabe, Drake)
Sept 1, 2009 20:11:47 GMT -5
Post by Rose Hale on Sept 1, 2009 20:11:47 GMT -5
Havoc and chaos was about to wrecked all over that bastards face. To say Rose was storming with Godzilla-like rage right about now would be the biggest understatement of this century and the next. She was so irate that her entire body was shaking with the rage she felt towards that guy, and she had the strangest urge to cry. If not for anything else but her sister who was used by an asshole. And after Rose had warned him that harm would come his way if he hurt said sister. But she wouldn’t cry, even though she knew that when her emotions were escalated in a number of ways it was normal to cry. She didn’t want to appear like a little girl while she was shoving her foot up his ass. Nor did she want to give him the pleasure of seeing her cry, and hopefully Vi hadn’t either.
As soon as she'd gotten the urge to do it, she’d stepped away from her computer, threw her shoes on – though she was sure there was something odd about the way they were on, probably on wrong-footed in her haste to get out of her dorm. She was way too angry to feel bad about the fact that she was pushing through people to find him. And now she was storming down the hall, speedily, trying to get there before that fucker had the nerve to go anywhere else. The fire in her eyes was enough to start a wildfire, her entire body felt like it was aflame and as soon as she reached the junior lockers, she searched for him, that tacky leather jacket giving him away. Scoffing before she rolled up the sleeves to her Betsey Johnson Argyle On Merino Wool Belted Cardigan – no need ruining it with blood - she stormed up to him grabbing his shoulder and thrusting him around "Hey there Gabe" she spat as she right hooked him square in the nose. "Goodnight Gabe."
As soon as she'd gotten the urge to do it, she’d stepped away from her computer, threw her shoes on – though she was sure there was something odd about the way they were on, probably on wrong-footed in her haste to get out of her dorm. She was way too angry to feel bad about the fact that she was pushing through people to find him. And now she was storming down the hall, speedily, trying to get there before that fucker had the nerve to go anywhere else. The fire in her eyes was enough to start a wildfire, her entire body felt like it was aflame and as soon as she reached the junior lockers, she searched for him, that tacky leather jacket giving him away. Scoffing before she rolled up the sleeves to her Betsey Johnson Argyle On Merino Wool Belted Cardigan – no need ruining it with blood - she stormed up to him grabbing his shoulder and thrusting him around "Hey there Gabe" she spat as she right hooked him square in the nose. "Goodnight Gabe."