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[chibimustang.livejournal.com]

~Sitting on a park bench with her laptop on her lap, typing away. She only realizes that she's in Central when she looks up from it. On the laptop she has the song Stairway to Heaven playing on her mp3 list. Beside her on the bench is her backpack and guitar which is in a gig bag. When she looks up her eyes go wide for a mere second~

Son of a fuckin bitch!

~She looks at her computer screen. Wasn't this just what she was drawing with her photoshop program? Oh God she was hallucinating again. This isn't supposed to be happening, is it? Na. This is just a figment of her imagination. She shakes her head and goes back to typing on the wordpad document and drawing in photoshop a bit more.~


(ooc: Meet a teenage female au version of Roy Mustang. Yes she has a bad mouth, she's fiesty, and instead of having flame alchemy as her skill, she has a fiery attitude. She's from a doujin that I'm currently working on. Enjoy.)

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[bloodnflames.livejournal.com]

Excuse me?

[chibimustang.livejournal.com]

~Not looking up from her laptop. She puts a hand up, trying to finish the drawing she's doing on her photoshop program.~

I said son of a fuckin bitch. Are you deaf?

[bloodnflames.livejournal.com]

Young ladies shouldn't have such foul mouths.

[chibimustang.livejournal.com]

That's funny. And who are you, my keeper?

[bloodnflames.livejournal.com]

[FACE PALM. He moves a few of her things and sits down beside her]

No. I'm you. A different world's version of you.