//Public Service Annoucement: I'm, known for possesing one of the dirtiest minds in the world and I think of the unthinkable which may be included in the following. I can't help it if it's too damn hard on the eyes or mind. I am who I am..can I change that? No..So if you're affended..Good..Cause I STILL DON'T GIVE A FUCK!   Roleplay title: the birth of succubus people mentioned: read to find out OOC: yeah this is my shit.. Tj enters the locker room. No one is at sight at the moment so he takes it upon himself to take a seat on the nearest couch in the locker room...the locker room that belongs to none other than Rebecca Rancid..Tj watches the surrounding for a while...he wasn't thinking of sniffing her underwears thankfully. Rebecca enters the room. Her eyes are wide open. TJ stands up to his feet the moment he lays eyes on her. The beautiful young woman who he "saved" from that fat, digusting, angry,donut eating freak outside. Now TJ wanted to have a little talk with Rebecca over "coffee" as he stated before. So here she is and he better get started. He smiles at her expecting him to smile at him but instead she smirks. TJ powers: Hi.. Rebecca: Hello Tj Powers: So whats going on? Rebecca: I'm sorry..I didn't really get your name. TJ powers: The names TJ..TJ powers. Rebecca: [shocked] SHUT UP! you're the brother of austin powers!?! Oh my god..i'm such a big fan. TJ: Not i'm not... Rebecca: Bummer. Anyways..What are you doing here? I thought I got rid of your ass a while ago.. TJ powers: Well...you're here..and i'm here...so lets get talking. [rebecca nods] Now before I was asking you maybe if you could..you know.. Rebecca: No I don't know. TJ powers: Umm..maybe if you wanted to go have some.. Rebecca places her fingers on his mouth before he can say another word. Rebecca: Sweatheart...are you trying to ask me out? TJ powers: well uhh..we.. Rebecca: Hmm..now listen to me quick because I have something else to do tonight. I am not "available" like you think I am. Sorry Pj..Rj whatever the fuck your name is but i'm already sort of swept off by this other guy..you know..boy likes girl..girl likes another guy? TJ powers: i'm sor.. Rebecca: Shut up! I know exactly what you were trying to do..you were tryign to help me weren't you? Before we go any further let me make one thing clear to you asshole! I don't need HELP..especially from a stranger. I could have easily ripped that guys tossils out myself..without your queezy little interruption but no...it just doesn't work that way. Rebecca clenches her fist. A look of redness appears on her face..redness from anger. She turns her back to TJ powers for a while and then looks him in the eye. Rebecca: What's with you men? Always trying to be so fucking protective?!? Sure I might have had my rebel past and everything but now I was to be more of a professional..yet you fail to understand me. I'm not Torrie fucking Wilson..I don't run away when people try to hurt me..I stab them right back 10 times as bad. TJ powers: I was just... Rebecca: Will you shut up! You fail to understand what I'm telling you to do..two simple words..SHUT UP..now back to what I was saying..I just find it oh so annoying when a 'man' tries to put a roof over my head..I was cool with your friend calling me a "prostitute" although I think he's a bit outdated..I was dealing with him on my own until you came along trying to make me look weak. Do I fucking look weak to you? Don't you think I could just kick your ass right now..? TJ Powers: I don't.. Rebecca: And on top of that you try to hit it off with me. What do you think of yourself..you're nothing but a newbie in my eyes..and i'm sorry..I don't let Newbie's hop on my back so I can give them a ride to the top. I'm Rebecca fucking Rancid..you don't know me..good for you..you know me..stay away from me. Former bytch champion for crying out loud..and that last thing I want on my bag is a shit load of fat like you. TJ powers: I'm not.. Rebecca: It's like a repetition..this whole thing you know...been there..done that..I've had a million jobber with their hands open to me waiting for me to dive in so that they can make the best of my career. Thats why I dropped that shit talker Sarah Treck..and now to have you. Sorry PJ..but before you go on to say another word...let me just break it down for you..the answer to your puddy little question is.. Rebecca delivers a chick kick to the head of TJ. He falls on the ground looking up at her. Rebecca: No. She folds her hands as he gets up rubbing his head. Rebecca: Now if you don't mind..I would really like some privacy.. He looks at her in utter dumb foundness. She raises her eyebrow. Rebecca: Okay let me refresh that in jobber language..GET THA FUCK OUTTA HERE! DISCLIAMER: this layout was made by Girl.in.the.mirror only for the use of myself and no one else. The only reason you would steal this layout is if you had a death wish and I bet you don't want to die at such a young age do you? So don't touch it. Also you can't request one like this from someone else because I will come there not only get your ass into deeeeep shit but the sick fuck who made it for you will rot in peices. Don't ask me to make you one because I don't make layouts for anyone but my closest freinds. Bottom line GO FUCK YOURSELF!