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What's your favorite color, punk? VI

Florence's P.O.V.

I took the girl outside for a walk. She was distraught. We talked about Killjoy lives, and started brainstorming her Killjoy identity.
"Okay, first thing's first. Your Killjoy name," I say. "It takes a lot of thought though, and you have to choose wisely."
"What would you say describes a good Killjoy name?" she asks me.
"Anything you want. It's about you, show yourself off." She buries her face in her knees, thinking. After a while, I get bored, so I change the subject.
"You can think about this shit later, how about we make you ugly?"
"Ugly?''
"Hell yeah, suits the state of

What's your favorite color, punk? V

Short chapter today. Sorry, I'll write more later.

Nathan's P.O.V.

The four of us sat down. Oliver, Florence and I didn't look at each other, but I felt the girl's eyes one us, waiting for an answer.
"I don't know," I finally say. Another depressive silence, but Florence breaks it.
"You don't even know your name?"she asks the girl. She shakes her head.
"You're a Killjoy though, you're dressed very anti-BL/ind," remarks Oliver.
"A new beginning," I mutter, "remaking a Killjoy..." The girl looks at us expectantly.

ask.fm

Everyone's been making profiles for ask.fm, so I thought I'd give it a shot. Ask me???????? http://ask.fm/PaulinaHanzel

What's your favorite color, punk? IV

???'s P.O.V.

I awake to the sound of a knife scraping on metal. Alarmed, I lift one eyelid ever so slightly, revealing the setting: a young man, maybe 19 years old, with brown hair pointing up in random directions. His khaki army jacket was frayed at the hem and the sleeves. Safety pins stuck along the side of his sleeve. His hands were positioned on a cashier table; he seemed to be sharpening his knife on it. My hands creep down to my upper thigh, to my gun holster. I hook my sore hand around the grip on my bright orange ray gun. I pop up, on my feet.

What's your favorite color, punk? III

Part III

Florence's P.O.V.

I saw Nathan bend down and pick up something that looked like a large rag doll; a limp body. He walked towards us, and I caught a glimpse of faded neon yellow hair in the headlights. Her arm dangled lifelessly at her side, a leather, fingerless glove on her hand. Her blood was dripping on the dirt. Most people would find this sight gross or revolting, but I got used to it after a while. Countless times I had to treat wounds, some resulted in death. So I am not squeamish, I am tougher than I seem.

What's your favorite color, punk? II

Part II

Nathan's P.O.V.

I jerk awake at the sound of the scream. It didn't seem far away, just past the clump of bushes in the distance. Oliver helped Florence up, and we run to the beat up, spray painted Ford F-150, and I put the thing in gear. I drive towards the patch of dead plants I labeled as the source of the scream. As we drive, our speed growing rapidly, two more scream erupt from the same spot, followed by several gun shots. I know this is no Exterminator's pain. We've barely stopped, and Florence and Oliver jump out. They pause to examine the location. I hear gasping.
"Stay here,

What's your favorite color, punk? II

Part II

Nathan's P.O.V.

I jerk awake at the sound of the scream. It didn't seem far away, just past the clump of bushes in the distance. Oliver helped Florence up, and we run to the beat up, spray painted Ford F-150, and I put the thing in gear. I drive towards the patch of dead plants I labeled as the source of the scream. As we drive, our speed growing rapidly, two more scream erupt from the same spot, followed by several gun shots. I know this is no Exterminator's pain. We've barely stopped, and Florence and Oliver jump out. They pause to examine the location. I hear gasping.
"Stay here,

What's your favorite color, punk?

I posted a fan fiction-type thing a while ago, which I did for a school narrative assignment. In that one, I used the original Killjoys; Party Poison, Jet Star, Kobra Kid and Fun Ghoul. In this one, I want to keep things my creation. Now, I finally got the urge to really write. I mean REALLY write my ass off. So, here is the first part, I guess. Here goes.
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Oliver's P.O.V.

I was sitting with my back to the faint fire, with Nathan to my left, and Florence to my right. I stared at her.

Another reason the love Gerard Way

Gerard is tweeting the lyrics non-stop. Pretty hilarious... In can just picture him listening to Selena Gomez. But it's probably because of Bandit. Too cute.

Made myself a sweater! Like Ghosts in the Snow.

I have no My Chemical Romance merch -.- (*sigh* parents) so I decided to make my own. I really liked the whole Vampires Will Never Hurt You reference, so I wanted to do something with it. I started to sketch down ideas of future shirts I could make, and I finally got to doing this one. I look forward to making more, and I'll post them when I'm done.

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