Killjoy Portrait: Encarnacion Fatima
Encarnación Fátima Correa Quintanilla, or Ella if the limit of your language skills is English or cannot fathom a name other than some hippie bullshit form of Party Poison, would prefer to refrain from the squibbles and squalls of the Killjoy rebellion against Better Living Industries. Being the owner of a vast hellish business, selling alcohol, prostitutes, and drugs of the kind, siding with one side, would mean losing the other. Losing customers, means losing business, and with the lifestyle she built for herself from the ground up that is just not acceptable.
Despite not choosing a side, she cannot help but despise the Killjoys just a tiny bit. Introverted and disdainful to loud noises, the obnoxious killjoys that come into her bar seeking booze and bitches tend to make her as red in the face as her hair color, which is all natural by the way. However, if they are exceedingly irritating, Ella has no problems of hooking them on Better Living Industries drugs again, slipping
Killjoys University (What????)Hey guys XD
I was thinking of doing like a school or some sort of university kind of group here on DeviantArt about fucking Killjoys XD (Please don't kill me, I thought of this on two in the fucking morning) There are a lot of killjoy OCs so why not? XD
I'm not even really sure though if I should even do this shit XD I mean, it's kinda cool but then again, the only thing's stoping me is LOGIC. Fuck'in Logic.
The Danger Days era happens in the future post-apocalyptic California (I think XD I'm not sure, I'm too lazy to confirm this XD) which is in the year 2019 and since it's a post-apocalyptic world and stuff, I don't think schools or universities even exist anymore XD or so, that's my opinion. Also, the fab four killjoys are dead ;^:
So yeah, just tell me in the comments what do you think? XD
Makin' Some NoiseLet me paint this scene out for you all nice and simple, 'kay? A history lesson will do us all good every now and then. So, let's go back seven years to 2012, when the world really did stop turning. To make things short and sweet, some of the world's largest power houses couldn't keep their stuff together and started a war. Before you know it, BOOM! It all goes nuclear. I was a twelve-year-old in a little town in Kansas back then. I was one of the lucky ones, fortunate to have relatives out of the state. By the time the war's over, Los Angles, excuse me, Battery City is the only place left on the map where people can survive the radiation. At least that's what the books tell us. I'm still not convinced we're the only ones left. However, BL/ind rules, so they call the shots..for now. Though they've probably started teaching the younger ones a different story. You know, the kids that weren't around or were too young to remember the war.
It's all just a bunch of lies.
I'd know. I've
Dustland Fairytale 03Dustland Fairytale 03: Sorry for letting you down
FIRST PERSON P.O.V
“H-hey mom” I stammered and she raised her eyebrows, her lips pursed and I sighed before trying to lean on my elbows on the nursery’s bed. “Sally Anne Kent, you better have a good excuse for fainting in the middle of your class!” my mom said “I don’t know what happened! We were discussing the news and then I-I got a headache and well, fainted” I said “really? Because Miss Jones swears on her life she saw you gripping your head and biting your lip. It was the first hour of the day! I left you looking quite healthy this morning!” “Mom…I don’t know what happened, I’m telling you I got a headache” and heard voices “that’s all” I assured her and by the look she gave me she didn’t quite buy my story.
“Okay then, I talked to Dr. Kensington and he said he’s going to check up on you later