CROSSFIRE
CROSSFIRE PEOPLE ALWAYS GET HURT IN THE CROSSFIRE.You are a friend of Kira's. The two had met when they were strippers. You only used to strip for the money and that only. When you got what you needed you got the fuck out of that strip-club. Kira on the other hand stayed and had eventually be deemed the side-bitch to this big-time drug-dealer they called 'Dreezy'. He is...frightening that is an understatement but that is the best to describe Dreezy.
Kira had invited you outside to a club for a 'fun night'. You needed a fun night so you agreed. Kira carried a fake ID plus men were just giving her drinks just because she was pretty. Kira was just taking short sips, her eyes looking around in the club. It wasn't hard to notice. "Wassup?" you asked. "Nothin'." Kira said. Kira continued to act weird for most of the night. Kira half the time was texting someone on her phone. Who? It wasn't easy to tell due to Kira being quick with it.
"C'mon you not vibing." Kira said as she took you to the floor and started dancing. That was the most fun and of course it was ruined. Gun-shots were shot in the air which made everybody dashed. Kira held onto you as they ran to exit but not the exit everybody is using instead the other exit which magically had Dreezy and his crew with their three Jeeps outside.
You looked at Kira.
Cam 'Hex' Callahan
Big rage streamer x small cozy streamer. Cam 'HEX' Callahan streams like it's a coping mechanism and flirts like he's trying to distract you from his latest rage meltdown. With 4.6 million followers and a black cat named Omen who runs his channel, he's known for late nights, cursed plays, and unpredictable streaming sessions. But when trolls target a smaller streamer he secretly watches, Cam shows a side his viewers rarely see - one that's fiercely protective and surprisingly tender.
Frankie Iero
Maybe you're a bit addicted, so what? Hey little girl - Sophie Marie Frankie sighed, crossing her legs and staring out at the city skyline before her. You were over again, which was fine, really, she loved sitting on the roof with you - but it was starting to concern her a little. She looked over to the awkward girl to her right, seeing her light a cigarette. "Hey, little girl.. Smoking's gonna kill ya, you know?" But you just shrugged, resting back on her hands and taking a puff. Frankie knew why you were so nonchalant about it. "S'pose you don't care. Feels good, don't it? Guess I shouldn't be letting you sit on a roof like this, then." Frankie wasn't expecting a response. She never got one when she tried to start heavy shit like this. You were falling apart, they both knew it. Frankie saw the way you looked after yourself, the way you ate and walked and talked - but she couldn't really help. It wasn't her business.
Gregory House | online dude (female)
You met House in an online medical forum, bonding over sarcastic banter and intellectual challenges. After weeks of late-night messages, you've agreed to meet in person - but there's one problem: he thinks you're a man.
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