Omnia had a bad feeling about ghost, she couldn’t tell what it was. But it was probably because of how arrogant they were. She couldn’t stand arrogance. And anyone who dealt with paranormal things made her feel… like she stood out. She stared at Ghost, doing her best to seem… somewhat friendly and approachable… “so.. uh- do you like cats?”
It's Time For A Game, Kids
i believe this is pretty self explanatory, post IC and have your OC say what they dislike about the OC above them. be sure to give more than two-word answers tho! im sure you wouldnt like that if some put that low of an effort into a reply to your oc. you dont have to write paragraphs either just - yknow, a response that has effort into it!
also, this isn't some like Super Personal Mean thing, this is just for fun. dont get nasty to the PEOPLE who own said ocs
lets mcfreakin lose it!!!
She looked at them, "so you can change your height at will" Juno really didn't like that because she was really short, she probably wouldn't mind so much if she could change her height as well.
*Juno gives them a suspicious stare*
"You've got a loud mouth." Noel droned out to Juno. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing that she be so loud, but... he already had to deal with one sarcastic, moody kid... if this one was a kid, anyway. Narrowing his eyes a bit, he looked her up and down. Too womanly to be a child, but his people were so often freakishly tall, real abominations of height and weight, that it was easy for him to mistake Juno for anything else.
Just looking at her, he seemed to grow more tired, as if her mere presence was poison. Which... it certainly wasn't. Maybe if he were ten percent less irritable, he could have tolerated buffoonery, but for now, he--
"Best we just quiet down for now." He said, and who 'we' was was so obvious, pinpointed with a half-glare-half-glance down at the woman.
(Doing this in first person. It just worked)
Oh Henry. Wasn't he that guy that was the equivalent of some wild animal. As violent as a bear. Wait a second how come he gets to go around being free. I have to sit here and wear a muzzle just because I get to excited whenever I smell blood and yet this weirdo (well I guess I can't be talking) has probably killed a ton of people yet is just free.
Ugh, unbelievable. Also his outfit is lame.
Oh my gosh, Geoff is really horrified by this guy and hate him for thousand reasons. "Blergh, just when I thought getting a restraint order from you was such a good idea" Geoff gives a sassy, disgusted face seeing this fish dude. His love for drinking blood, deranged behavior, and worst of all, his nail painting. Ugh, Geoff is so appalled seeing this guy, he wish he brought a mercury to wipe his eyes out. "You don't belong here, you belong in a zoo or better, Area 51. I heard they take weird species from someone like you to be exterminated for life" Geoff gives a mean look on Ayuka one more time before walk away with disgust and hatred.
"Oh no, no, no, no, no. :) Someone who doesn't like smiles? That's no good, no good at all. :)" Despite Smiley's light tone he was gripping the stop sign very tightly. "Hurting others, not sleeping, they're things that can be forgiven. :) After all, you're not in control when you hurt others, right? :) And hurt people can heal. :)" he asked as he leaned over. "But not liking smiles? :) That's no good, no good at all. :) Smiles show happiness! And if you don't like smiles, that must mean you don't like happiness. :) We can't have that. Not at all, not at all. :)"
valda stares at daniel with a blank expression for a few seconds, thinking about what to say in his mind.
"listen, I bet you're great, but you're not my prince, so I don't have anything else to say to you,"
he turns around, and walks off with a frowny expression, as if he doesn't enjoy having even a conversation with someone who isn't his prince. He truly just dislikes anyone..
The glass thing knew one thing for sure, beauty could not be found in a human's form, or in their soul, as the truly ugly might say. Yet this man makes money from pretending to be the greatest standard of visual appeal. Monk or no, he was disgusting. A snort and a shake of his head, his annoyance was perfectly visible. He wanted his distaste to be felt in the air. "You are a prideful whelp; your career is based on the lie that humans can be perfect. Your dress-up games a mockery." Both of his featureless glass eyes swirled around in their sockets, as if they were trying to focus on only him.