This place is getting a little livelier.
Hope it stays that way... Live, I mean.

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@2issel-blog
This place is getting a little livelier.
Hope it stays that way... Live, I mean.
Valentines Day, huh?
Well, there might be someone I wanna butt heads with.
Probably no point in trying, though...
@corpse-whisperer
Naomi looked towards the man in red in front of her. He definitely appeared to be suspicious character, but experiences have told the medical examiner that looks can be deceiving. Apparently the FBI had reason to suspect this man but the Naomi was far from getting close to the truth of these killings.
“The police have reason that you are the one that cut their lives short. There is evidence that points to you being the murderer. However, my job is to uncover the truth of how the deceased’s flames were snuffed out. If you truly are innocent, I would like to listen to testimony from you that could help in my investigation.”
“Look,”
There was a very long pause as the man seemed to consider his response. His eyes were trained carefully on the woman across from him, pupils flicking from her wavy grey hair to the various tiny movements of her clothing and limbs.
“I wanna solve this thing as bad as you do,” he said, finally, drumming his fingers sharply on his thigh, “So ask me whatever you want. But...”
His roving eyes finally settled piercingly on his interrogator’s own.
“...What I say might be a little hard to believe, depending.”
sisscl
Rather then meow the cat gave a simple nod.They looked over at her before casually walking off in the darkness to scout a way in.Leaving her alone to confront the stranger.
As usual, she met with the officer who would look through her things and make absolutely sure she wasn’t carrying anything with her. But she had been visiting for so long it was hardly necessary. She never broke the rules.
Then she was allowed to walk down the claustrophobic, concrete halls lit by buzzing fluorescent lights, all the way to the little row of desks with cold glass panels and somber black plastic telephones.
She seated herself at one and began the wait. He’d be here any minute, on the other side. She wondered, idly, as she waited, what the little black cat was doing. It was silly, really... to think it could actually understand her...
i’m not ten in human years and i’m not ten in cat years
what kinda sense does that make
sisscl
No kidding…
The cat was resourceful during the massive amount of puzzles he faced in the past with his ghost tricks.Giving a small meow they stayed close to her. Curiosity killed the cat,luckily this cat had more than nine lives.
The woman smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly as she noted the cat’s sudden closeness.
Animals really did seem to be sharper than people gave them credit for.
It took another fifteen minutes of relative silence to close in on her destination. The end of a lonely road lead to a tall, imposing building walled in by bricks and barbed wire. She glanced up at the tall towers surrounding the area, and slowly rolled down her sleeves. Then she looked back down at her temporary companion.
“When I go inside, a man is going to come and make sure I don’t have anything prohibited with me. He might bring his dogs. I think now is the time you should go about finding your way in, my dear.”
it gets real awkward if i don’t hide my shell properly when i go hopping around
“oh don’t worry that’s just Sissel; he sleeps like the dead”
yeah, you don’t know the half of it
//sissel trying to eat or drink:
hir·aeth
/‘hir,āeth/
noun a homesickness for a home you can not return to or a home that never was.
it’s so much harder to always land on your feet when you've only got two
it is no longer socially acceptable for me to knock stuff off of other things, which is a real bummer to be honest
i mean im the best stuff-knocker-offer in the whole world, now (i think)
feels a shame to waste all this talent
a black coat; one that doesn’t show stains...
im glad i can’t feel cold anymore but damn do i miss the feeling of napping on a hot car
water is terrible and not a thing ive experienced since That Night has proven otherwise
He felt guilty. Yeah– That was the word. Guilty. An emotion he'd picked up pretty recently, actually. Not one of his favourites. Out of all the crazy intricate things the human experience had to offer, it seemed to like showering Sissel in all the nasty ones first.
But guilty he felt, anyway. For a multitude of reasons. Chiefest of which was he was about to contact an old friend, and he was too scared to even do it face-to-face.
Of course, it’d be a new face he'd be showing off, due to some strange wish of the cosmos. It wouldn’t be the first time... But this was something a little different. Maybe he was intimidated by this differentness, as he found that he couldn’t keep up a corporeal manifestation. Nuts.
( ‘Alright, Sissel. Here goes nothing...’ )
He reached out a paw–– No, a hand– And connected with an old friend’s core of the dead.
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