g l a n c e

Pet Name: Jailbait
Owner: unicorn
Theme / Type: Wintercursed Anya
Born: November 11, 2009
Gender: Female
Mood: Mad

MisticPal Name: Tramp
MisticPal Age: 5488 Days

Battle Portal Stats

Level: 1
Hit Points: 5 / 5
Strength: 2
Defense: 2
Speed: 4
Intellect: 6
Misticpower: 1

Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0

Attached Weapons

Books Read

Books Read: None

Exotic Foods Eaten

Foods Eaten: 0/1254 [ View Foods ]

t h e b a i t

Kehehehe... Let's have some fun.

She's the girl who kicks the hornet's nest for fun and pleasure.
by stick! <3

I dedicate the pet, profile, and character, Jailbait/Lisbeth Dev to the fabulous girl named Shy. She's been far too good for me and is one of the most creative, talented, and pleasant people I have met on the internet in six years.
I love you Shy. <3

"I would honestly love you forever," she feigned a weak smile, "but in the same way, I'd lovingly let you down with every ounce of passion I have.

"Not only that, but I promise that I'll smash your heart into a thousand pieces so sharp you'll drown in the blood of your wasted time and false hopes. Oh, and I wish you'd hold your head up higher, so I could see you expression when I kiss your cheek and pull the trigger I've held to your chest all this time." The woman's lips curled into a sinister smirk.

"Looks like you need some tweaking in that brain of yours," the smirk evolved into a grin that not even the darkest demon could call friendly, "Because I'm the bait and you just took the last bite of your life."

"Is something bothering you, dear?" the blonde poked curiously at the blazing flames in the fireplace that daintily lit the room. She spoke without averting her eyes to the woman sitting in a red velvet love seat on the side of the room. The chair was so glorious with gold hand-sewn designs that it was almost like a throne. The woman's arm was adjusted upon the arm rest as she arranged the red locks that framed her elegant face, currently disguised by an annoyed look.

"Yeah," she snarled, "It's your hair. What the hell did you do it this time, Lisbeth?"

Lisbeth responded without taking her eyes off the fire. She twirled a piece of her hair between her fingers without realizing. "Burned some of it off," she stated matter-of-factually, "Sometimes it happens."

The other woman raised an eyebrow a little before bringing a glass of red wine to her lips. She set it down on the book shelf behind her and continued to speak with her commanding, booming voice, "Lisbeth, what are you doing?"

The frayed blond looked over her shoulder for a split second and pondered a bit before responding, "Talking to you?" She took a bite from the banana she held in her free hand and hummed the theme song of some old school cartoon.

The other woman's nose wrinkled a little, distorting the perfect pattern of the freckles on the bridge of her nose, "I meant what are you doing here?"

Lisbeth twisted her position on the floor so she was looking straight at the regal lady. Another bite of banana was still her mouth when she ***ed her head and feigned a stupid look, "Are you expecting a different answer?" Ca'pella sounded just like she looked. Long legs dressed in nine-inch stilettos, and a black silk dress flowed off her curves, contrasted by silky red curls that resided atop her bust. Her eyes were icy, serious like a panther on a hunt, and a hunt she was always on indefinitely, whether it be for ***y criminals or traitors, it was a apparent Ca'pella was not one to cross. Not even Lisbeth, who had known her closer then almost anybody would question her actions. It was sort of a silent pact between them: 'don't pester me and I'll do the same'.

Ca'pella's eyes reduced to slits. "You know what I meant."

Lisbeth shrugged, "I work here to help people. Help the world for the future. I've seen the light and I want others to see it too."

"You're married to a murderer," she nearly growled in a dark, severe tone.

"And apparently I'm best friends with one too. What does that have to do with anything? Sammy only does what is necessary, just like you." Lisbeth chomped down on the last of her banana, throwing the peel in some random direction behind her, "I'm in a good mood today. Don't ruin it."

"You're really boring when you're in a 'good mood.'"

There was a long pause. Ca'pella was the first to break the silence.

"Do you really this this... LOVE stuff will do anything?"

Lisbeth gave a familiar, unsettling smirk, "Having second thoughts, sweetie?" she snickered a bit before adding, waving her finger in the air, "'Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world. Indeed, It is the only thing that ever has.'"

Ca'pella rolled her eyes and took another sip from her wine, "Who's that from?"

"Margaret Mead. An anthropologist from the 20th century." She pulled a cellphone from her pocket and began clicking away. "Looks like we need to meet with Sammy downtown. Got your gun?"

The woman patted a bulge on her waist. "Got your smug, brilliant attitude?"

She grinned. "Always."

thank you for the box, shy