forum High school soulmate RP with 2 villains.(read the topic inside the RP 2 good guys left and 1 villain, PLZ JOIN)

Started April 16, 2018 by Deleted user

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"Sorry, my name is Catty!" She laughed even more. She was enjoying this.

(pls only one response at a time)
He kept his eyes cast to the side, not looking at her. Victor tried to keep the color of his eyes concealed. "There are a lot of people with hazel eyes."

"No, not at this school, it's mostly just Dark or light brown. Not hazlenut!" (Does he see my danger rating?)
She could feel the gun in her pocket shake. She reached in her pocket almost shooting it. She took it and stuffed it in her purse hoping he didn't notice. "So… ya, it's not to hard." She hissed at him. (Btw she was raised by cats, changing my bio.)

"I know a lot of people with hazel eyes," he argued, facing her. A number seven flickered by her face, and he tensed a bit.

"Well, not me," she saw him tense abit, Had he seen the gun? "You look worried, why?"

"None of your damn business," he snapped, clenching his fists.

She pulled out her gun and held it to his neck, "What?" She said.

He rolled his eyes. "I've seen this trick before. Put it down." Victor smirked. "Be a good kitty."

She started pulling the trigger actually about to shoot him and she pulled out her knife to his heart. "Tell me." She was about to kill him. She knew she was probably dangerous, she liked it. She earned it.

Catty warned him again, "TELL ME YOU FREAKN' IDIOT! THIS IS NOT A JOKE!" She said pissed out.

(I thought your character was good???)
"Screw you!" He shouted before grabbing the front of the gun and twisting it out of her hand, unloading it and tossing the bullets to the side. He also switched the safety on.

She threw her knife right next to his throat. She swore to kill him.

"That's not all I've got!" She yelled.

He cursed under his breath. "Why do you want to know so bad?"

She threw another knife near him, "What's my danger rating. If you tell me I'll tell you yours."

He flinched, looked at the blinking number beside her. "You're a seven."

"Your a five," she threw another knife or two at him.

"Why are you still throwing knives at me? Stop that!" He said, putting an arm over his face and turning away to shield himself. Unfortunately, his gauze fell off of his eye, and his red cat eye was exposed. He quickly bent down to pick it up, cursing again.

She saw a slight look of his eye. "A red slit cat eye!" She said loud enough so only Victor could hear. She threw another knife.

He ducked. "What? No that's just… a popped blood vessel…"

"No, they don't cover you whole eye!" She yelled with another knife.

"They're multiple blood vessels!" he said in a panic. "And damn, how many knives do you have?"