OK, OK. Phoebe has ended. :( *cries* I won’t delete this blog, cause A LOT Of memories have been made when I was around. I’m still going to be in this roleplay as an OC I sent in. :}
What the fuck Phoebe? You’re an idiot.
We need to talk.
Jared ignored her talking about Aria and Izzy- to be honest, Phoebe should have known why he freed them, they were his best friends; his childhood friends. It wasn’t like he was going to let them rot in a cage. When she bit him, he clamped down on his bottom lip and a muffled scream escaped his mouth. She dropped to the ground and he tried to shake some of the pain away from his arm. A few droplets of blood ran down his hand from the fresh bite wound but he ignored that, too. He stepped over the small puddle of gas that she’d managed to fall down in and sent the stock of his gun flying into the back of her skull. “You fucking bitch.”
Phoebe grinned as Jared felt the pain from the bite. “That’s much better.” She laughed deviously. But Jared was on top of her now, the gun that he had in his hand was almost getting into her skull. “I’ve been called worse.” She got up, still slipping, and she grabbed her pocket knife that was on the ground, and slipped, but threw the knife at the boy’s shoulder. “Fuck!” She yelled, Phoebe practically broke her knee.
You called? -eyeroll-
Touch her, or anyone for that matter, and I will make sure you die. Now get out.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
Get the fuck away from me. You better not have touched her.
I didn’t but, I’ve been wanting to.