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[mxrtifico]

The Central Hub was anything but that, in Nick’s opinion, save for the number of people he’d seen wander through the place. Invidia’s scenery was far more interesting, albeit confusing all the same, and he was seriously considering returning to the island for the time being. Striking up a conversation instead ought to be what he should be doing, according to Lucifer, but he didn’t know where to start. He was never much of a people person; not truly, though he could act the part if necessary. Unfortunately for him, it seemed it would be necessary, if only to silence the demon nagging him to ‘go make friends with someone.’

Friends. Hah. Yeah, right. Wasn’t Lucifer also the one who had taken a liking to reminding him he was in Hell? Jackass.

Staring up at the only building in sight, he shook his head and heaved out a sigh, too distracted to notice the person nearby. “What the hell am I doing here, anyway? I always thought I’d just…die. I never asked for any kind of second chance.”

[hewhoisnameless]

He have been trying very hard to divert his attention away from the boy, yet his eyes couldn't help but jolt in his general direction and ponder about what sea of thoughts lingered within his unreadable mind. The body language could only give enough hint, not much helpful in knowing what amount of plotting occurred in secret. The footsteps were soon followed with his own, calm as they should be, silent as if it was naught. The only tragedy there was to be had was not truly knowing who followed who, if a monster it was that lurked.

"Do you see life here that good to call it a second chance?" And there comes the uncalled intrusion, as if he was obliged to respond to a question not tossed in his way. He could admit it to being creepy, or invasive perhaps. But was he not after some information like many others? He could only assume. "I've seen it Hell enough that it doesn't give you any form of peace at all. The promised rest, never fulfilled." But that's just him.

[erichspringergallery]

By odl13

[harleycide]

Harley didn’t usually go out of her way to visit people in the hospital, especially since they kinda sucked, but it was also pretty rare for her to accidentally send someone to the hospital. So yeah, even a supervillain like her had a heart. “That’s good! If ya did, that’d mean you have a concussion, and I ain’t got the dough ta pay off a law suit.”

When blondie spoke up, Harley shifted a little closer, too close maybe, and looked him straight in the eye. “You ain’t gonna sue me, right? I swear I didn’t mean ta conk ya with Beatrice! She’s got a mind of her own sometimes, I swear!” If things didn’t look up soon, she’d have to bust out the puppy dog eyes.

[hewhoisnameless]

Sue... lawsuit... Things were beginning to patch up. Though the pacing of the solution had been vague and frankly slow, it was obvious to him what had just occurred despite his head still screaming in overwhelming pain. It was careless. Not of the girl but more so of him who'd been targeted by many and not once had been attacked. For someone's (presumably) car to render him unconscious was surely a stab in the pride, or whatever ego was there to be wounded.

And of course he wouldn't file a case. That would mean submitting papers of his. That would mean falsifying documents. That would mean taking another name that wasn't his. Still, it all felt tempting somehow. He continued to avoid her eyes, rethinking of what should be done. "Your name?"

[notborntolose]

“ Hahaha… Holy— “

Kaiji’s eyes are widen open captivated by the water drops bouncing away from him. Even though it has been quite a long time already he just coldn’t tear his look away - not until he nearly stumbled against another person. 

“ Uwa—!! S-Sorry wasn’t paying attention— “

His thoughts pause staring at the guy. One of those pretty boys it seems  but what is he doing here?

“ Dude, you’re soaked, what the hell?! “

From the looks of it it has been long while, what kind of moron can’t even find a shelter. That can’t be comfortable, he’ll catch a cold like that… That’s common sense!! It’s not like it’s thundering or anything even a thick tree would do the job!

“ There are houses and all that not too far from here if you wanna go dry yourself or something y’know! “

[hewhoisnameless]

That bump had been nothing, only a sudden shove of informality for all he cared. It was true that even trees would be able to do the job, but the Hub had nothing but its barren grounds and the suspicious looking chapel in the middle. Curiosity would flicker within his eyes, if not for the evidently more interesting companion to be had. What was he doing in such a place? Why was he not roaming around in the island he rooted from? Wherever that may be, it must have been not too far away. Unless the existence of other islands were simply a myth, a fragile rumor being spread among the undead to discuss about. Well, it surely was a topic to pass the time by with.

"I don't think you've noticed yet," he responded with idle certainty in his trembling voice. "The only disease in this place is the art of second death."

[redxact-archives-deactivated201]

❝I’m sorry, but did you say something?.❞

[hewhoisnameless]

"I was simply asking for your Demon companion's name."

[veritical-blog]

[hewhoisnameless]

[ @harleycide ]

Of all places he could've possibly ended up in-- an hospital isn't one of the expected ones. Sure, he had his fair share of life and death situations, the only times he'd been in a room reeking of dread had been three, and one concerning his own greetings towards the Earth. To somehow arrive here yet again, no matter how different the room looks like, no matter how different the hospital name is, it was still undeniably irritating his nerves. What's more so unappealing was the woman sitting just across his bed with an expression shrouded with admittance-- perhaps she's the reason why he had been lying in bed for hours.

“I don’t remember you being a relative of mine.”

[hewhoisnameless]

[ @projectiling​ ]

Prior interaction proved to be fruitless, and so the next chosen action was to find a better setting to invest his time with. The weathered chapel took what little interest he had left, if only to take cover and dry himself thanks to the unwelcomed embrace of the merciless island rain. It was already too late to question his sanity levels, or the fact that he has a Demon accompanying him all around. Following the voice of the said Demon however, had him ending up inside the halls of what appears to be a confessional room.

"How many sins are you burning?"

[hewhoisnameless]

[ @notborntolose ]

It seems the cruelty of tonight's weather was not restricted to the island of pride alone. The downpour had followed him and his deranged footsteps as he set onto the grounds of the central land, a place for peace-- or so it gave off that kind of air. The so called Demon had offered to shield him with her being, quite applicable to prevent further wetness from the rain. He had dismissed her so splendidly, so uncaringly so. The need to have distractions was beyond him after all.

"First day in this odd place and it's already troublesome."

[tokuchiss]

[hewhoisnameless]

intro[a]verted

But a dead man is dead no matter how alive the soul is.

It was hard to decipher whether it was a winsome day or a seducing night. He could feel the torrents drench the body of his, an all so cold feeling he had gotten used overtime in his many moments of self-exploration and a yearn for what little revenge he could define. That heavy, unwelcoming pouring rain, did at last embrace his worn out frame; a gesture all too familiar and cruel for his savage yet warmthful taste-- a command so endearing yet unearthly remorseless for an experience redeemed as an afterlife if he had been one to believe such.

He found himself growing grim about the mouth-- the lack of explanation tickled the senses in ways unimaginable, a monster functioning in profound methods that needed not but instructions. Legs moved to call upon an action, yet breath decided to keep still and he soon found the filthy ground comforting for reasons he knew all too well but would never accept. Rare were the times he had found safety that it almost felt too artificial, too worrying in fact. What was this place? Why was he brought here? The significance only dawned upon him when eyes reminiscing dread met his.

Of what kind of soul does one need to have to be deserving of a Demon's frightened glare-- this, he understood. His acts had brought the inner felonious devils to shame and a kingdom of might was built with two murderous hands alone. What could he say? What excuse must he pull to break off what contact and contract he was having? It was a lesson to any kid not to dance with the devil, but what if the devil insists? What if the tune that's playing is your most favorite?

And what if you're the devil yourself?

Perhaps the joke that he did not comprehend was that his journey to find a reasoning had ended all too quickly.

Or maybe it was just about to begin.

[hewhoisnameless]

Like for a mini!

[hewhoisnameless]

virtualpredator

“A special case, are you not?”

[hewhoisnameless]

notyourwartoy

“This may seem strange, but would you care to accept this rose?”

[hewhoisnameless]

wrrenching:

      “ why, anything that needs dismantling, of course. from vehicles         right down to pesky people. doesn’t really matter as long as I get         to break something. “

"Did you mean that in a metaphorical sense or did you just reveal yourself to be a murderer? Some people survive even a bullet, more often than you'd likely think."

[hewhoisnameless]

xreplace:

      “I don’t think so. It’s a statement of fact, is it not? Anyway, you can always say ‘sorry’ if someone takes offense.”

"Apology. Always so necessary, but is it always worth forgiving? Must anything be fixed with a mere 'sorry' alone?"

[hewhoisnameless]

chocoholicsinner:

Mello’s eyes narrowed as he took another bite out of his chocolate. He was quite protective over his treat and part of him didn’t believe that this guy wasn’t really after his candy. “Right… what do you want, then?” 

So hostile and detach. Just having to imagine what kind of life the other led was enough to bring another knowing smile to his face. "Does initiating a conversation always entail a need? Must I not be allowed to do so for naught?"