idealist;

[anniecalliway-blog]

Eyes narrowed slightly at the change in subject. For the briefest of moments she imagined distasteful joke including some lewd sort of nudity but it was all refreshing to see when he reached for the car’s trunk and tugged out the mannequin. “Hello, Sally,” Annie breathed both relief and soft laughter through her nose. “Is that one of those … pleasure dolls? She looks awful real like they do. I saw one of them on an infomercial once. Somethin’ on the internet, an ad before I got to watch some Buzzfeed video about Cecil the Lion.” She rambled softly, moving back and forth in place as she did so before turning her attention toward the bonfire. “How are you goin’ to get her in there without drawing attention to yourself?”

[esmeevans-blog]

His eyes went wide as Annie explained, silently questioning the coincidence while his features visibly cringed at the full purpose of the doll in his hands.... and how he had avoided putting any further thought into it. “Modified version: she doesn’t have any holes as far as I’m aware. That being said I don’t want to find out either. She does however move, switch on her makes her arms and legs move.” His eyes followed with her gaze, the crowd of people surrounding it which he had a perfect solution to direct their eyes in a different direction. “Well that’s where I needed a partner. Either you make a distraction and I throw her in or the reverse, and I do have one planned; I just can’t be in both places at once. She’s lightweight so either of us can do it. Which, my dear learning newbie, are you more comfortable with?”

[carlislcxcvans]

Carlisle had been watching his brother from a distance for what seemed a little too long to not be considered borderline creepy, before he was slowly bringing himself over to the other. He sighed as he caught the back end of Esme’s statement. “Pool party after a flood, maybe? Who knows with this city..” He managed a weak attempt at humor, giving Esme a look before glancing up at the fire before them. “I find the whole thing ironic..”

[esmeevans-blog]

His eyes shifted towards the older, but never met the other’s face or gaze before they went directly into the light. It was like a trained reaction, the way his hands went out of sight behind his back-- like hiding or protecting an aspect of himself that could be stolen so easily-- and the soldier stance that emphasized his height as his shoulders and back straightened. “Something akin to that,” he muttered, with a slow languid blink. “You can the whole thing predictable, if you’d like, given each pawn involved.”

[parkerathena-blog1]

“I think you’ll agree because you like the way I think.” Parker said with a small smirk on her face. “Because that sounds like a hit man name, and I don’t trust those and my friends aren’t too fond of them either.”

[esmeevans-blog]

“Very presumptuous, aren’t you? That does sound like  a rather interesting side hobby I should take up, but alas, I am not. I would be more concerned why you would trust one, regardless. Their only loyalty is money.”

[redhxnded-archive-blog]

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Annihilation | A Perfect Circle

power, power, the law of the land those living for death will die by their own hand

it’s your choice, your choice, your choice, your choice peace or annihilation

[paper-airplanes-and-cupcakes]

“The difference is one is random deaths while the other is a public execution.” The brunette replied, tired of feeling judged and questioned in this talk. Something in her snapped. Whether it was the man, the bonfire, her new were nature or a mixture of all of it, she could not tell. As she clenched her fists, she felt claws beginning to dig into her own palms creating a sharp pain that was holding her back from progressing further. Her anger had caused a gold glow to her eyes that she didn’t realize. “The fire was a demonstration of a king afraid of protest and change, no? A king that could very much enforce laws to rid the town of violence, but instead create more and worse kills more innocent lives of people who just wanted to the king to listen. There is a difference between people living on the streets killing for food, money, and shelter. There is a difference between people who kill because they feel they have to in order to live and a king who sits on his throne and only cares when people question him. I am more willing to accept the actions of those that have nothing then a king who sits there and does nothing until people want him to hear them and even then he turns his back while burning them at the stake. I think you need to reevaluate your sense of right and wrong if you don’t believe what that man did was wrong.” Juliette had even been caught off guard by her own temper and that she would even tell a stranger off like that. However, it made her feel better to get it out. After she finished, the brunette felt more relaxed. Her eyes stopped glowing and her claws began to retreat from her palms. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to go all,” she paused and looked at her hand that was starting to heal. “… Were on you.” She hated saying that. It meant she had to accept what she was, which was the hardest thing for her to do.

[esmeevans-blog]

Esme remained quiet, unphased by the anger he knew he had been encouraging and the amusing display of clenched fists he suspected were ready to come toward him. He waited till her rambling was done, amused even by her apology when the curve to his lips became something more wicked. “You're apologizing for that? You don't know what this place is actually like, do you? Have at it thinking the king was worse; many fail to comprehend the burning’s purpose anyway. At least we know he won't do it again unless another protest occurs.” It was a simple concept, really, the man knew it well: follow his father’s rules without protest and no harm came to you. The people broke a clause in his demands and their punishment was predictable. Yet in the lawless lands every family reigned wasn’t. “On the streets? People don't kill out of necessity for food or shelter. They kill because you looked at them funny, because they took a liking to you, because they felt like it and you were the closest thing around.” His eyes scanned to the people beyond the flames, the vampires controlling people like puppets, the cubus intimately crowding those who seemed under their spell. “Look around you; the moment these people stop pretending to behave they'll go back to their cruel ways, and if you look carefully some aren't even hiding their natures. I never said what he did was right or wrong, I said people need to prioritize what concerns them most. If you think a king who reacts to the people is abhorrent, let's hope you can do more than a little scratching to protect yourself. You’ll need it when someone decides the mood fancies them.”

[anniecalliway-blog]

And Annie chose to keep her silence on the matter. She had learned a long time ago that self preservation ruled over all. For a long beat she was silent before she cleared her throat. “So what kind of mischief did you have in mind?” It was clear there was something there, that much he had even nearly announced, but it was a good way to transition the conversation. He was right in many aspects of it – this place was dangerous, including to her for being there despite her talents. “Hopefully … nothing that’ll hurt anyone?”

[esmeevans-blog]

He accepted the change in topic with a nod of his head, the intrigue to know still present but it was cast aside for the sake of more fun than the get-together offered. “No, well... How do you feel about distasteful jokes,” he posed, as he stood straight and turned to the trunk of the car. Quickly he unlocked it to reveal a dressed mannequin, perhaps a little too real until one focused on her face. “Meet Sally. She’ll be the only one injured tonight when she will sadly burn and melt in the grand fire. Someone distracts while the other one throws it in. What do you think?”

[parkerathena-blog1]

“Esme?” Parker said raising an brow. “And now I’m starting to question if I should even be talking to you or hiding you.” She said looking at him then laughing slightly. “You’re right, a hunting party would be more intriguing don’t you agree?”

[esmeevans-blog]

“Oh? And why would you question that?” His head raised a little while his posture straightened, standing taller to impose more height. “A hunting party... Do you think I’ll agree because it’s fun to muse the possibilities or because you learned my name?”

[redmour-pd-it]

“Oh? Why I am glad someone agrees.” She winked at the man. “I can tell you they are certainly fun to grasp. Would you like one.” Kiara extended a hand with one of the pumpkins.

[esmeevans-blog]

“No, thank you though. I have a few own at home, waiting for me to carve them up. These are all yours,” he laughed. “You’re definitely enjoying yourself, much more than it seems everyone else is.”

[chase-thorne-blog]

“I try to be a little bit different than the rest of the Ryans and we are sometimes know for leaving fear in our wake when are pissed” he said with a smile, “maybe, i know there are some people who are waiting for me to turn everything down” added Lucas. “You how some people are angry when they are drunk, well i am both cold and angry”

[esmeevans-blog]

“It was sarcasm, please don’t make me explain how drab you all are,” he spoke quickly in a flat tone. "You’re show-offs, talking too much without anything to show... not unlike now.”

[chase-thorne-blog]

“When i get drunk, things always have a way of turning upside down and drinking and me don’t mix sometimes. I also never relax” he said with a smile, “Nothing can ever take my mind off doom and gloom” added Lucas who half joked. 

[esmeevans-blog]

“A shame. Ryans are always the thrill of the party,” he sighed. Slowly his hands retreated behind his back, folding into one another as his gaze returned to the dancing flames. “Maybe it’s for the better. We wouldn’t want your night... turning upside down, would we?”

[paper-airplanes-and-cupcakes]

Juliette began to feel more self conscious when he pointed out her own words. She already felt drained from trying to keep it together during the party and now she felt as though she was being judged. His stare was making her feel two feet small and like she had been cornered. It was then the frightened fox tried to think of an answer. “I-… They are just as sickening and savage as the others. It’s just when you live in a place you either become desensitized to it or have to force yourself to be. If you worried about every gun shot or every attack by a supernatural as though it were going to be you or a loved one, you would not be able to live your life.” 

[esmeevans-blog]

The small curve to his lips faded as quickly as it came. “So what’s the difference? What’s the difference in a mass killing and individual lives plucked out with the moontide? The fire was just a demonstration, not guaranteed to happened, when rest assured every day there is an innocent life taken in the name of necessity and cruelty.” He retained his arguments against his father’s actions, both when it occurred and when he spoke to others. Still, playing the devil’s advocate seemed more beneficial than to express his own protests. “The only difference I see is you are willing to accept one but not the other, which I’m finding to be more and more common. I think people need to reevaluate what they find to be atrocious, don’t you?”

[paper-airplanes-and-cupcakes]

She shook her head to his question. “I am from Manhattan, so I was not attached to anyone in the fire. It doesn’t make it any less atrocious just more bearable than if I would have known someone.” The brunette chose to leave out her only family in all of New York was in the Bronx due to her sneaking over the closed border a few years back.

[esmeevans-blog]

“ ‘Atrocious’ is the word she uses,” he mused, “but what word would you use for acclimating deaths within the territories?” His blues were ready to burrow holes into hers, an unrelenting stare that was inquisitive, invasive, minatory in one moment as he awaited her answer. “They occur in Manhattan everyday. Surely you have a word for them.”

[lucienbello]

“I think the goal was to take one’s mind off of what happened. One can at least admire the attempt but given the gravity of the situation people aren’t going to forget it because there’s a bit of merriment and alcohol involved.” Lucien thought on the question for a long moment, allowing the taste of the black cherry from his cigarette to linger on his tongue before blowing the smoke into the bonfire. “I wouldn’t have gone with fire. It’s tacky and easy. But I suppose it got the point across that was meant to be delivered to the people of New York, didn’t it?”

[esmeevans-blog]

“It wasn’t a very strong point but I suppose, like this little reprieve, there was some point made. He wanted heads to turn, and they did.” His chest filled to the max and slowly exhaled a tired, almost irritated sigh at the thought of it. Like a good son, he didn’t speak against his father’s wishes but there was truth in the man’s description Esme believed even as it was happening. It was an easy solution, and no where near far as devastating as his father aimed to achieve. And like the pyre of bodies, the burning wood before them was an easy route.  “All just poor timing, don’t you think? I’m sure the new queen means every sincere enjoyment for tonight though, admittedly, I haven’t quite found it yet.”

[anniecalliway-blog]

“I don’t even know what a cubus is.” Maybe in passing. If she had met one it was a mystery to her. That was the glory of the city, for what little it held – people within might not have been human per say, but they mostly kept their species to themselves. Mostly. Without thought her hand raised to her neck and the pinked flesh hidden beneath a scarf there. Annie made like she was scratching an itch and dropped it just as quickly. “Even if I am one of those things, it’s not like another species can’t use aforementioned named assets to harm me. Being special in any sense of the word doesn’t put any smaller a target on my back. Besides, even if I am something more unique … maybe I have something useless. Like moving people’s hair is a magic ability. With my mind.”

[esmeevans-blog]

“Oh... I see.” Her newness was surprising, refreshing in the least that any preconceived notions would be limited, or at least still mold-able in her fresh mind. Though it was unfamiliar, as the man couldn’t imagine ignorance to the beings he armed himself against, to the creatures he grew with and was nothing less than normal to everyday life. “You’re right, it doesn’t lessen the size of the target but having something special makes it more difficult to aim; shooting and/or archery aren’t very good analogies for this. And that... even if that’s what you do, as obscure as it is, it would be useful. If you really don’t want to say I won’t push any further.” But his words hung with heavy silence, an expectancy that pressed her to talk despite how the accommodating words were portrayed.

[paper-airplanes-and-cupcakes]

Juliette tried to focus on looking at the flame. Maybe if she could focus on one thing, everything would disappear and she wouldn’t feel so overwhelmed. It was then that a man paced in front of her and broke her focus. When she heard his next words, a rather personal question crossed her mind. Yet, she decided to ask it against her better judgement. “Did you lose someone close to you?”

[esmeevans-blog]

His footfalls stopped in front of the woman, slowly lifting his head with a solemn expression. His scanned hers quickly, taking in their inquiry. “No. I didn’t know any of them, recognized a few from familiarity but never in name,” he lied, a small lie at that. He folded his hands behind his back and corrected his posture, using his height against the flickering lights to lengthen his appearance. “Did you? It seems everyone feels for it, has an opinion but no family member has come forward.”

[mysassyships]

[parkerathena-blog1]

“That’s the point of a bonfire.”  Parker said leaning against the tree looking at the man in front of her. “They’ll probably do a Halloween party where everyone dies, that’ll be nice.” She said joking, slightly. “I’m Parker, and I’ve never seen you around here before, so who are you?”

[esmeevans-blog]

“To be cheap entertainment? It’s a mystery why we’re all going along with it.” He shoved his hands into his pockets as he fully faced the woman, quirking a brow at her proposal. “Oh, a Halloween party. There are plenty of more interesting things than a massacre to liven up a beautiful celebration like that. A good torture chamber is never something to overlook. And it’s Esme. I only show my face at the best of times, though I’m questioning if this is one of them.”