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kniveslookbooks

throwing your whole body into a punch is better than sex

rpmusings-galore

You want b α t t l є ?

I’ll give you ＷＡＲ.

florizels

I am made and remade continuously.

Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via florizels)

galacticuniversal-deactivated20

by Exoneon

needlebomb

@clockworkwardog

When you’re a little ball of insanity, but for the wrong muse...

#ooc #still here #just not saying or doing much atm #glad to finally be slowing down at work #might eventually stream RE6

me: *saves videogame*

me:

me: did i save

[x]

tmw your follower count is the same as the song that motivates you to play the character

#out of containment

krxshka

FUCK!

The door has been literally kicked open- given the bang and the way it was pushed, revealing the outside that she has just escaped. It would have been easier to comprehend have there been a figure standing at the doorway. Moira was not a BELIEVER in any of those supernatural things, but recent experience made her doubt A LOT of what she never thought was real.

Moira is an act-first-ask-questions-later kind of girl. Not soon after the door swing open, she took off running in the direction she was NOT planning to go through. What choice did she have? As she ran through dark corridors, she used the small aura of light produced by her phone to navigate her way and to avoid bumping into walls. She needs a quick EXIT. A door, a window, ANYTHING to get her out of here and away from WHATEVER thing that just kicked the door she has securely shut behind her.

Predictable...she ran.

He could see her, even if she was too panicked in the dark to register his existence. His eyes illuminated by his mask, keeping track of her through the darkness. He hunted her calmly, her rushed footfalls the only thing to be heard in this old building they find themselves in.

That being said...he grew tired of the hunt. He drew his sidearm and opened fire on her as she navigated the building. Given her speed in small hallways, his normal accuracy seemed to fail him.

#krxshka

doubleoh--no-deactivated2013111

Can you reblog if you don't mind me coming into your ask ic, even if we've got a thread?

krxshka

Moira stood mere feet away from the door. SheKNOWS that there is nothing out there, it was merely the SILENCE and the fact that sun was DOWN that’s been playing tricks on her. Locking herself in some abandoned building was of NO HELP whatsoever.

She waited and listened for a sound she knew was NOT coming.

She could try finding another exit on the other side of the building, right? Turning back to look better at her surroundings, Moira was greeted with dark corners and a an ENDLESS structure of brick walls and doorways. She could use the flashlight of her phone to navigate through the abyssal darkness… She could rely on its limited scope of light to- Oh fuck it. It is not worth getting CAUGHT in whatever lay there, lurking and waiting for her to enter it. Turning back the the recently locked door, she debated whether to leave through it or simply wait until she comes up with a better plan.

Time was up, he had other things to do...

He walked up to the door, his steps barely audible. At least they were before he gave the door a swift and powerful kick. While the hinges broke off on the first hit, it seemed the bolt on the door was made of stronger stuff. No one to be denied, he simply kicked the door harder, sending it flying.

He stood in the doorway, his silhouette accompanied by glowing red visors. It was time to wake her from her dream of normality. But how to do the harm that was instructed? Break her legs? That would be the simplest way to do it...Or perhaps it was time to see what happens when someone exposed to T-Phobos reacts to other, more potent, viruses. Then again, who said they couldn’t do both?

#krxshka #time for violence

krxshka

Her steps echoed in the space as she sped in her movement. She needed to GET OUT of here. NOW.

Moira is not one to ignore strong feelings like these. It was like that time their boss lied to them and wrote that half-assed note. This time, however, things were different. For one, she is not on that island anymore. This alone SHOULD be enough to calm her nerves down, but that wasn’t happening.

She sped towards the closest building, closing the door and making sure it was SEALED shut. Whatever and whoever MIGHT be tailing her would not be able to take her off guard. She will use this to her advantage and try to get back to the SAFETY of the every day life.

She was onto him? Or perhaps their information on the target was accurate in her fervent need for normality, that she would sense the slightest issue. It didn’t matter either way, she was moving faster.

He watched as she entered the building, closed the door, and the sound of the bolt sealing it could be heard even from where he was. This was problematic, confrontation was not advised due to the nature of the target, and their associates

He would wait a while longer before breaking the door down.

#krxshka

@ubivisto

Shout out to her for all the support in 45′s construction and the wonderful art. Without her, my muse would be nothing.

@imaginecarla

Not sure if too much Carla on my dash, or not enough.

Truly, these are the tough questions early in the morning for this blog.

#all the same #Nikita thanks you

krxshka

Something is off. She might not be able to see it ( yet ), but she could very well feel it. It was like that one time in that fucked up detaining facility. The difference this time was in the fact that no one was speaking to her through a fucking flashing metal bracelet.

She continued walking, albeit more carefully, all while looking around her every few steps.

It wasn’t the right time, it wasn’t the right place. He wasn’t one to toy with his prey, but it was good to observe all the same. He wasn’t one for dramatics, it wasn’t part of who he was. Silence was his best weapon.

Waiting, watching, following without fail.

#krxshka

@krxshka