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[blcktmpl-roleplay]

starter prompt.

admin algaea actually had this drafted for the longest time and is releasing them right now as she comes back in a few days. remember the rule that if you reblog it from someone else, send them one back! 

“we need help.”

“you’re gonna be okay.”

“be careful.”

“i am the romantic type.”

“don’t leave me to turn.”

“it’s called luck—and it’s gonna run out.”

“are you still breathing?”

“we’re shitty people.”

“are you flirting with me?”

“what’s holding you back?”

“i’m not comfortable with this conversation.”

“will you /ever/ be comfortable with this conversation?”

“it’s not that easy, you know.”

“our luck had to run out sooner or later.”

“don’t touch me.”

“just fucking go.”

“does it sound like i know how to whistle?”

“i’m a pretty good shot with that thing.”

“let’s get the hell outta here.”

“goddammit—i’m clean!”

“i owe you nothin’.”

[glassblck-blog]

💬   DM   |    @ shard27  ○  ○  ○

◆ bit 2 late for that my frien ◆ stayed in actually ◆ does a tequila shot count as medicine ◆ im having a day ◆ pls hold my hair while i die and rub my back

〔 ✉  DM  ⇒  @ starshop 〕

↪ tequila shot sounds terrible ↪ or at least in this situation ↪ don’t you have aspirin? ↪ or toast? ↪ i have all those things if you really need it ↪ and you do seem terrible so ↪ no offense

[whitefall]

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[reaperblck-blog]

— caught in the middle;

[glassblck-blog]

it seems like they both complement each other rather well, with one of them bringing something up, throwing in some kind of suggestion and the other taking it and making it into something better. and reaper would prefer to not admit it because he greatly dislikes working in teams or even with one other person but they do work sort of well together. at least, in some way? they’re both still alive and managed to keep not just themselves but also each other safe and mostly out of harm’s way.

there’s a high chance he wouldn’t have made it until here completely on his own with all those mercenaries flooding the streets, so a part of him is actually kind of glad that glass got them to stick together.

( not that he’d ever say that out loud, of course. )

“that’s a better idea, i guess.” they’ll be faster that way and reaper thinks it will be a vital element in surviving all of this. it’s probably already crazy enough that he wants to risk his life for a few more points – reaper also knows that it will impress the collective watching if he doesn’t immediately run into safety as well in the process – but who in this game is clinging to sanity? reaper’s fingers hold onto the pipe, ready to swing as he scans the area during their walk. he shakes his head quickly, “not really, i think? maybe one time but i don’t remember the area well.” which isn’t good at all. “i hate these kinds of places. how about you?” it would be definitely an advantage to have someone around who has an idea where they’re actually going.

“bell tower,” is all reaper repeats, for some reason it gives him a weird feeling; something along the lines of ‘you’ll find something there’. “let’s search there first. you know the way?” and then, he makes a face at her reminding him to be careful – he wants to tell her he’s not stupid but before he can do so, he can hear heavy steps digging into the gravel of the main street.

alarmed, he grabs her arm and pulls harshly. he drags glass away from the street as fast as possible, trying to find shelter behind the greenery without making much noise and he presses his finger against his lips to signal her to stay quiet. he can hear the clicking of heavy arms as a small group of people passes them. ‘they were around here somewhere’, can be heard and the excitement from before wells back up, fighting with reaper’s instinct of to live. they could probably win over such a small group but it would be much of an unnecessary risk and even when they sound further away, reaper hardly moves. “i bet the groups around the statues will be much bigger than that.”

with each step she took the more glass wanted to start running and head straight for the water. maybe she’d catch some of the mafia’s attention and let another candidate touch a statue while they were distracted. she only didn’t because she made a promise, and returning home to find reaper’s name among the ones killed would kill a part of her, too. she didn’t feel ready for such harsh mission - an a-level, just below insane, and then the hardest of them all. but she also knew reaper had been in the game for longer, and that he had probably been through worse. she wouldn’t complain. she also hoped he wasn’t feeling the same way.

“i’ve been here… twice, maybe?” the more her eyes looked the more she remembered, but most of her memory had been replaced by traumas or happy memories she held onto not to forget. “but that’s still two times in nineteen years.” and for some reason a smile appeared on her face. it’d soon be her one-year anniversary in that hell and it definitely amused her. “well, the bell tower is towards there.” her finger pointed to one way, but they moved to another.

glass was normally alert and careful, but she had allowed too many thoughts to take over her mind and made her deaf to the dangers of the real world. she almost stumbled on the gravel, which would have probably lead to their demise, but somehow the two manage to escape the first wave of enemies. as she stared at his finger signaling silence she pressed her own lips together. she should have heard them. and so they waited patiently for the others to walk away in search of the ghost of them. “i doubt we’ll find them alone.”

her fingers closed her jacket just a little bit more and to its maximum, trying to hide the lighter shirt below it the best she could. just like at the start of the mission the jacket was still on backward, and as the night got darker it was still too hot. glass placed one of her shaky hands on his back, telling him they had to move. “we could follow them towards the bell tower or take a longer route.” when she looked at him her forehead relaxed, trying to give out a nicer aura than the ‘there is death in every path’ she had been sporting. “safety is after the tower, anyway, so we can’t just head somewhere else.”

[glassblck-blog]

💬   DM   |    @ shard27  ○  ○  ○

◆ do u know a good cure for a hangover ◆ im asking for a friend ◆ jk why am i lying ◆ the friend is me ◆ helpm

( @glassblck )

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↪ the best cure is prevention ↪ so you went out without me? ↪ did you take any medicine? ↪ ah... you know how to control yourself bishop ↪ do you need someone to go hold your hair back?

[glassblck-blog]

                                          < . S H A R D 2 7 . >

the one place she gets to pretend everything is normal. likes taking pictures to document all the good moments, but doesn’t always post them. her camera roll has a hundred times more photos than her account. if you ask her to post a picture she’ll still do it. showcases her hobbies and talents with videos of her practicing or book recommendations. also enjoys uploading photos of her friends whenever they hang out. peace promoter; likes any post that isn’t mean, but rarely comments. ( ft. @reaperblck && @blckbishop )

[reaperblck-blog]

— caught in the middle;

[glassblck-blog]

it’s a bit like a sudden attitude change from this urge to destroy to something weirdly calm ( but reaper’s always been moody and it doesn’t mean the itch isn’t there anymore ) and reaper keeps watching her, gives her some time to decide what she wants despite their inconvenient position in the middle of a deserted parking lot. there’s no guarantee what he’ll do, though, if glass wants to go against what he’s asked of her – he wouldn’t force her. he could try to but he wouldn’t. reaper tells himself that it wouldn’t be worth the hassle and not because he wouldn’t want to hurt her after she’s been such a reliable ally.

but he’d probably leave her to die here without much care ( he tells himself that again. he doesn’t care. reaper doesn’t care about others ) even if he’d prefer it more to stick together. that whip of hers proved to be quite useful during this hell of a night.

and when she answers, a slight smirk appears on reaper’s lips. it stays only for a few seconds before it’s gone again and switched with a more serious expression but reaper is more than pleased to hear that she’s going with him because he wants to do that. seems like she doesn’t want to use an ally. “it will hard not to feel like that,” he scoffs at her, it’s almost like they’re craving death but reaper would do a lot of points. maybe, not actually dying – his leaderboard rank isn’t worth dying for but he wants to do everything possible to rank higher, “but got it. i don’t plan on dying because of some stupid statues.” he hums lightly, almost in thought but gets pulled out of it when shots fall close to them.

too close.

“okay, it’s time to leave before they find us here out in the open.” reaper’s fingers curl tightly around his pipe while the other reaches towards the girl, sliding to her back to push her forwards with a hurried gentleness. “let’s make our way closer to the statue first and then go from there and look in the area closest to it.” he doesn’t think they’ll be lucky to find all of them in the area right next to the huge buddha but, maybe, there’ll be at least one of them.

it still felt like a terrible decision to make, but there were no good decisions in the game. it started with them killing someone they couldn’t see during the initiation, getting stuck with a faceless ghost for the rest of their lives, and then deciding to go face first towards death on basically every mission. something on the bottom of her stomach told her they’d probably find the bodies of two or three other contestants who weren’t lucky enough to continue living in that misery all around the temple, but she could only hope they wouldn’t.

the truth was she already felt like she was dying, but that was everybody’s tale. at least reaper wasn’t going all fight crazy again, and to know he was okay with leaving it behind for the sake of living eased her for a bit. the moment of peace didn’t last for long, though, and gunshots returned to the soundtrack of their day.

they started moving without another choice, her eyes paying extra attention to their surroundings for either a statue or an enemy. “should we make stops along the way? it’d buy us some searching time.” and glass was scared that once they were right in front of safety she’d just accept it instead of going back to the search. no one could really blame her if she did it, right? it’d be the wise thing to do. “have you ever been to the temple?” some part of it was just real curiosity, but knowing how well the area was known could be of use.

she’d been there before, but not regularly enough to remember every inch. she’d certainly not know good hiding spots, but the most famous areas came to mind. there would probably be where most statues could be found at, but where there were statues there would be more traps, and more enemies, and certainly a higher chance of death. “we could search around the statue of yeonji gwanseum… or the bell tower.” though both places reeked of bad choices, and she was unsure of how careful the mafia was going to be to preserve the temple when carrying guns that could very well damage anything. “and watch where you step. we don’t know what the traps are about.”

[wjsnladies]

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[reaperblck-blog]

— caught in the middle;

[glassblck-blog]

・・・ l o a d i n g : a l l y ・・・ @glassblck       ⎯⎯⎯  { A-LEVEL MISSION: THE ENLIGHTENMENT ; ( pt2. )

the lines between annoyance and excitement are completely blurred, reaper’s emotions are one big mess and he has no idea anymore what he’s supposed to feel – it’s a chaos of instincts, every fibre of his body yelling at him to fucking survive this while there’s also the constant impulse to laugh out loud that he can hardly bite back. only sinking his teeth into his lips keeps him from actually doing so ( and from possibly giving away their position in the shadows with all that noise ).

a part of him wants to be reckless;

a part of him wants to just go and fuck all those mercenaries in the streets up and show them that they can’t do anything to him. to show them that he is death and not them. but reaper can’t do that. he can’t give into that – and glass would probably never let him, anyways – because they should get going. they should get into that safe zone so everything will be over instead of standing around in an open field, watching the cab drive away.

but all reaper does is kicking the air behind the car in a disgruntled manner. “asshole could’ve gotten us way closer. such a wuss,” he complains but at least he’s clever enough to keep his voice down. them driving here probably pulled enough attention onto them. they need to hurry. reaper looks around, he can see the statue in the distance and it’s not even that far away, they’re at least in the temple area. he shifts the pipe between his hands, fingers curling and uncurling around the cool steel as he can’t completely be still at the moment.

“we could make a straight line for the statue,” comes from him as his eyes shift towards the girl next to her. it’s dark but his sight is slowly getting better and better, the effects of the drugs partially wearing off, so he’s glad he can see her more well now. “but i really want those extra points.” and he can always go alone, they could even go and split up to get the mission done faster but he thinks it would more likely lead to their death.

she didn’t want to know how many hours she had spent trying not to die, but, sadly, she knew. time was expressed all around the city, and in the cab’s radio, and in the tiredness of both her limbs and mind. it was around seven months, but that single mission had been going for nearly three hours - and it wasn’t even over yet.

glass should have expected it. running around the city looking for something 30 centimeters long with no hints and the mafia on your tail was just too easy. at least the sweating had turned less excessive. the wind of a late night probably helped it, but she doubted that even if she was sitting inside a freezer it’d actually stop. her eyes focused on reaper as he ranted about something she could relate to, but also couldn’t really blame the cab driver for. if she could just go as far away as possible from a place filled with traps and gunmen she would - but she couldn’t.

some part of her wanted to just drop down and take a nap, but the girl kept herself standing with the intention of continuing their adventure for just a little bit longer. glass wanted to ask him if he’d go hunt for the statues by himself if she said no. but she didn’t, biting her lower lip. it was basically suicidal, wasn’t it? if people had died out there in the city then there would certainly be more casualties there. so she held onto her own hands, wishing there was a better option. three hundred points were nothing to joke about. neither were lives, but the collective was having fun with them.

“if you want to go, we go.” glass turned her hands into fists, leaving them to drop next to her body. they were a team now, and she wouldn’t want them separated. “but if it feels like we’re dying we go for the water, okay?” it was good to set some ground rules so in the heat of a battle the two wouldn’t break into a discussion instead of doing what was supposed to be right. “there is no point in finding two statuses only to die on the third.”

[glassblck-blog]

of stumbles and rumbles ;; ✩

[glassblck-blog]

he’s about to take a look around them to find anything in the dark that could help them break the door in – it’s a good thought from her, she’s clever. it will make things quicker if they don’t have to search for another entrance – but before reaper can move even an inch the glass next to them shatters into thousand little pieces at the hands of a bullet. the sound rings loudly in his ears but it happens so fast, so sudden that reaper can hardly react to it. the girl is quicker than him, already trying to shield him with her own body even though she’s smaller than him, even though she could never fully cover him.

oh boy, she’s a selfless one. it will be probably her end one day.

all reaper does, though, is to lift his arms over his face to protect it from being cut because there’s no bit of instinct inside him to try and keep her safe in return. ( it’s not true. he often feels like protecting others. too often. ) once the immediate danger is gone, reaper whirls around to look for the person that aimed at them, needs to know their position and he hates whatever they gave them because his sight is so fucked up, his senses are so slow; it’s an embarrassment because reaper usually reacts a lot faster than this. the girl already pushes him inside the building, though, the glass shards crunching underneath their feet.

he slips into a crouching position next to the entrance right away, hidden away by the wall but still ready to attack should someone try to enter the building. more shots are fired. it’s loud, it makes him flinch a little but it also causes adrenaline to rush through his veins. his heart beats so fast. “guess they found us,” he says as a wicked grin slips onto his lips. he’s excited. he probably  wouldn’t be a true member of vermilion if this cruelty wouldn’t get his blood boiling with hot delight in some way. “things are starting to get fun around here, huh?”

laughter slips past his lips as he slowly gets up, upper body still lowered in caution and his eyes flicker away from the entrance to search for her. “i am,” he tells her, “and you? are you bleeding anywhere?” he carefully takes a few steps forwards. they have to hurry before whoever’s out there gets inside here. a quick hand gesture is thrown at her to tell her to keep moving. “search for your weapon, we have no time to spare.” once he’s next to her behind the pillar he looks her briefly over, takes a look at her face but there are no cuts. his hands lifts to pull a shard of glass out of her hair. “is it in the back? i’ll make sure you’re safe while you look.”

he had a weird sense of humor, but at least he was fine. if their senses weren’t enhanced glass would have bet the laughter was just something in her head, and certainly it wasn’t coming from someone in a life or death situation. maybe it was another drug effect and it reminded her to dry the sweat from her forehead. her hands were still shaking, too, and she could only hope it wouldn’t affect much on her efficiency with the whip or else they would be damned.

“no, i’m okay.” her feet moved a little bit to the left to give him some space behind the pillar. they didn’t have much freedom of movement if they wanted to keep themselves protected, but it would have to do. she closed her eyes when his hand moved towards her head, unsure of what would happen, but opened them again once he removed it. glass couldn’t help but give him a smile. maybe people got to be a little happy even in moments of stress. “thank you - and i think so. i’ll make it quick.”

the girl turned around, not wanting to waste any of their time. she simply went for it, hoping the pillar was still hiding her position as she jumped over the counter. it seemed to have worked, so she let out the air from her lungs before starting her search. her head started moving around to try and spot her cylinder, but it only took a few seconds before it came to a full stop. she narrowed her eyes, wishing her mind couldn’t be right. it probably was, though, and glass let out a sigh before accepting it. “damn it.”

she crouch walked towards a trashcan not too far away, scared of how right it felt. her hands slowly removed the trashcan lid, placing it on the floor even more carefully so it wouldn’t make a sound. it would have made sense for her to just throw her hand inside of it too, hunt for her weapon just like her life depended on it, but as her fingers waited to reach inside she lost the courage. no one could be sure of what was inside of it.

so glass turned the entire bin over instead, revealing all of its contents to her like a disgusting open book. “finally.” as if they had decided to stop shaking just for that exact special moment she dug through some pieces of disgusting food before she managed to grab her cylinder. she stared at it on her hands for a few seconds, allowing herself a grin. the form turned itself into a long, brown whip, just waiting to be used - so she cracked the whip confidently, the sound almost echoing in the room. “and the game has changed!” she said from the other side of the counter, hoping the other knew what it meant.

[glassblck-blog]

of stumbles and rumbles ;; ✩

[glassblck-blog]

his first impulse is to tell that girl to fuck off and get her weapon if she wants to but he’s sure as hell not tagging along. this is a serious situation and not a damn field trip, reaper wants his weapon. he needs it. he doesn’t feel safe enough to go on without it, doesn’t feel safe enough without anything to protect himself with it – and while his pipe isn’t that good of a defense against the bullets of a gun, his martial arts knowledge is even less of a help when he has to get even closer to the other person to use them.

he’ll be likely bleeding out on the ground before he gets to touch them with his hands. it’s the fucking mafia, after all.

but he doesn’t say it, he hesitates and, instead, only frowns at the girl in displeasure. she turns him around and this time he lets her, reaper’s eyes following the movement of her fingers to spot the building she’s pointing at. he squints his eyes a little out of habit. that’s very close, she’s right. it would be a better move to get hers first and then his, but reaper also isn’t very fond of the idea of being a team – of being in a team – and he hates how she talks about them like they already are, like she’s decided that. but she’s also right again in some way; he doesn’t know what will come up once they reach the temple. it will be good to have an ally by his side.

so, reaper gives in.

“i have a steel pipe,” he answers her absently. her whip is probably more of an advantage right now since she doesn’t need to be as close to people to fight and she can make sure they’re safe once they get his own weapon. he sighs quietly fingers curling around his churning stomach again. “fine. we’ll get yours and then mine and then we hurry the fuck up to that temple.” this time it’s reaper that grabs her, pulls her with him hurriedly but still oddly gently as his eyes flicker around – they’re out in the open, after all. it’s good the building is so close because they’re in front of it already after crossing the street. he lets go of the girl to pull at the handle of the entrance door but it doesn’t budge at all. it’s locked. “of course, it’s locked,” he groans, pulling at the door again. they’re not getting this so easily. “we need to find another way to get in.”

she thought she lost him by the look in his eyes. neither wanted to give in; neither knew the other well enough to be convincing. had it been it glass would have probably gone after him, though her insides kept playing the image of her kicking the door opened and getting her whip just in time to save him from death a few blocks away. but she also knew she wouldn’t do it. she believed in the power of numbers - and two was better one.

and maybe her eyes were too messed up to read people because in no time they were walking towards her store. a steel pipe? the cylinder they gave them could have turned into anything, and he had managed to receive a cylinder - but made from steel. he was probably pretty strong to make up for it, a single blow enough to take anyone down. the way he pushed her along wasn’t aggressive in any way, so she was once again left to guess.

the locked door didn’t come as a surprise. if she had heard the news of people with guns going around the city killing people she wouldn’t leave her hamburgers free for taking either. she tried opening the door herself, not wanting to prove him wrong, but maybe it just needed some suavity. locked. “can’t we break it open-?” and suddenly it wasn’t locked anymore.

it missed them barely, a single bullet ripping the space between them and crashing into the glass door. as soon as her ears heard the sound her body instinctively turned her back to the shards, pushing as much of herself as she could in front of the boy. funny - her name. any shard of glass either bounced to the ground or got stuck on the outer layer of her clothes ( maybe something in her hair ), but nothing seemed to have cut her. she didn’t give herself time to check, pushing both of them inside the store before the shooter could get another chance to kill them.

the store was like any other fast food chain: the area was covered in tables, and the smell of food had already impregnated the air. “take cover!” glass ran behind one of the pillars holding the building in place, thinking a piece of wall would protect better than a table. new shots were fired, but her guess was whoever was outside was still far away enough to miss two completely unprotected people - or at least she hoped so. “you okay?” she spoke over her shoulder, unsure of where the boy had decided to hide.

[glassblck-blog]

of stumbles and rumbles ;; ✩

[glassblck-blog]

why can’t the collective just, like, blindfold them or something for one fucking time when they take them away? all that knocking you out and pushing drugs up your veins is getting real old after all those years. they need to spice things up once in a while ( or, maybe, cool them down a little ). reaper’s annoyed, the euphoria that came from whatever drug they gave him long gone only to leave the bad aspects of it behind – he feels so incredibly dizzy it’s hard to walk in a straight line. and that’s not good at all when you’re being hunted down by the fucking mafia.

urgh.

a scowl slips onto reaper’s face right when his stomach starts churning again and his hand slips over it in a soothing manner, but it doesn’t help even a little bit. damn. he presses it harshly against his stomach as he doubles over. come on, please stop. it’s not a good decision because it makes his stomach lurch and, for a moment, he thinks he’s going to throw up. fortunately, he doesn’t.

the nausea doesn’t go away either, though.

“whatever,” reaper mumbles to himself in a hushed grumble and unsticks his hand from his middle, instead, runs it through his damp hair before he starts walking again. his steps are a little unsure, a little too wobbly for his liking but he really can’t allow himself another pit stop. not when there’s someone after his head. reaper doesn’t get that far, though, because when he rounds the corner of this building someone suddenly appears right in front of him. his eyes are wide for a second, fingers itching to reach for the weapon he doesn’t have yet. but it’s just a girl. she’s someone from another faction but he can’t remember which one. reaper has seen her around before a few times.

he grows even more confused when she pushes him back, dares to push him around and reaper immediately braces himself against her. “i can’t,” he tells her, voice a little thin and less strong than he hoped it would sound, “i need to grab my weapon.” he points ahead, to the direction the girl was coming from. it’s close. and for reaper it’s more important than an ally.

it didn’t shock her that his strength would beat hers, but she frowned at the fact he had refused her orders. had it been under any other circumstance glass would have agreed on looking for his weapon first, always putting other people as the top priority, but her eyes caught something that changed her line of thought. they removed their focus from the boy in front of her to look at the place a few stores behind him. right there. she couldn’t see it, but the way her heart beat faster wasn’t from any type of drug effect.

“well, i need to grab my weapon.” she looked at him again, eyes kind but still demanding respect. her hand made another attempt at turning him around, the other pointing at a fast food restaurant not too far away. no wonder she had been so hungry. “and it’s right there.” the smell of hot dogs was much more easily perceptible - probably because it was no longer only in her head. it was so close, and she wasn’t going to let it go so easily - but she didn’t want to lose an ally either.

her hand set him free, not wanting to make him feel like he had no choice on the matter. they were meant to be a team and glass knew it very well. “look, yours is on the way to the temple so we’ll have to go past it sooner or later. i doubt anyone would go back for mine.” her head quickly turned around, checking the area to make sure no one would sneak on them. the gunshots slowly drew closer, and the fact they were right next to a crossroads made them exposed to four different streets which was far from being the perfect plan. so she stared at him deep in the eyes, not having to pretend her life depended on it. “please. i have a whip. what do you?”

[glassblck-blog]

of stumbles and rumbles ;; ✩

L O A D I N G … ░░█   A L L Y : @reaperblck A-Level Mission: The Enlightenment

the piece of paper had found its way back into her pocket, though her pocket was then on the new inside of her jacket. she had no idea where to look but she also simply knew. the lack of hints they gave her was excruciating, and her eyes kept squinting as if the world was too bright. what had they done to her? and why was she so hungry?

it was like the smell of food kept following her around, but she couldn’t spot a food stand anywhere nearby. when was even the last time she ate hot dogs? and glass hit the side of her head with her wrist, trying to get her to focus. she had assassins on her tail but she still managed to waste her attention with such unnecessary thoughts. her feets pushed her forward, but ‘forward’ was also the completely opposite direction from the bongeunsa temple. she had to find her weapon first.

glass kept her body always close to the walls, a hand running against it to keep herself stable. they had been trembling ever since she had awoken in that hell, but she wasn’t too worried about it. the reason for it was probably the same for why she kept sweating like a pig. and her also affected eyes made themselves busy by looking out for both mafia members and another candidate. she hoped to find someone from her faction, but the odds were against it.

she rounded a corner and found him only a few meters away, stopping on her feet before they would slam into each other. they hadn’t properly talked, and she didn’t even know his nickname, but he would do - he needed to. her trembling hand held onto one of his arms, pushing him back to where he was coming from. “come with me.” and it made no sense, but if he did he’d get an ally, and a hundred points always sounded tempting.

[glassblck-blog]

hunger ;; ✩

L O A D I N G … ░░█  I N V I T A T I O N A-Level Mission: The Enlightenment

she stood in front of the door, eyes staring at the black envelope while she tied her hair up. peace could only last for so long and every candidate knew about it - or maybe the fact she had chosen cerulean helped her think like so.

glass wondered what would happen if she just turned around and went back to the world, leaving the envelope untouched, but she also knew they wouldn’t let her do it somehow. that day they won over her in her own thoughts. she stepped inside, walking towards it with her fingers already afraid to touch it. “A-Level Mission, The Enlightenment” and she wondered once again why they couldn’t use their damn words. was it really that hard to type “another suicide mission - but this time with the mafia and drugs!!”

and then once she blinked she was somewhere else. being knocked out was so not unusual to the point it was sickening, but the symptoms she was showing weren’t that kind of sick.

her eye’s automatic response after opening up was to squint almost to a close again. being out of it for so long made the sun most certainly unwelcomed. and she felt hot. was it the sun’s fault once again? glass tried looking around but what really helped her find herself were the sounds of the city and not her temporary blindness. the voices of people and the distant gunshots. assholes.

she touched the back of her head and at least they let her keep her ponytail. as her hands made their way down she managed to see her change of clothes, not really wanting to know how she had gotten into those. her fingers took something out of her pocket, letting out a sigh when she saw the note. now you can use words? assholes.

and, damn, she was hot. the piece of paper was promptly crushed into her first before her hands were busy pulling the sleeves of her hoodie. the thing came off slower than she would have wanted it, but once it happened glass flipped it inside out then put it back on. the outside of the hoodie wasn’t meant to keep you warm, and if there were going to be people shooting in her direction she would welcome any extra layer of skin to keep the bullets away.

and, damn, she was hungry.

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*vibrates in* hellooo, world! it is i, bianca, and i will be your glass mun! the plot is so so good i’m very pumped about this!! if you’d like to plot you can find me on twitter @/mxmoring or just like this post and i’ll show up on your ims!! to tell you a little bit about my child, glass, is that she tends to be very quiet and keeps to herself. if you ask her for help she’ll probably help you out since she’s the selfless kind - but getting her face to actually express something may be a little bit harder. i’ll try writing that initiation solo as soon as i can though it’ll probably be very long,, but! i hope you’ll have a great day and may the collective be kind to you! Ɛ>

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