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STRANGER.

BEEN THERE, DONE THAT. okay, so this isn’t the first time. easier on rudi so he doesn’t have to do ALL THE WORK. the ghoul sighs, hands removed from the boy’s wound & lets him do what he must. “ — should prahlly take yous to the HOSPITAL, “ he mutters, bloody hand scratching at his hair. doesn’t like hospitals, but this boy needs PROPER MEDICAL ATTENTION. “ guess i— is that OKAY ?? ‘cause i think if i leave yous here, yous gon’ DIE. n’ that ain’t whatcha want, huh ?? “ should probably just eat him…

his gaze drops back to his side, tongue darting out to wet cracked, bleeding lips - - there isn’t a part of him that ISN’T damaged, as pathetic as that is, & he’s sure of it. fingers continue to press to the wound, trying not to whimper from the pain of it. he should be used to this by now ( & a part of him is ) after all. he shakes his head rapidly - - no, no hospitals. because then they’re going to ask HUNDREDS of questions that he can’t answer, & then they’re going to start going after jessica & that can’t happen.

❛ no, n-no hospital. don’t wanna die, ‘c-course, but ‘s a waste of time & they’ll j-jus’ keep questionin’ me, & tha’s... just gotta get me s-somewhere you c-can STITCH me up.h-hell, could do i’ myself, i j-just need the s-stuff. needle, thread. yanno... ❜

#v.: thirty minute break.#thr.: tired of fighting.#ch: rudiger grace.#ghoulardii #( replies sO MUCH LATER IM SO SOR R R Y )#( DONT WORRY AB IT )#( but oh my god lAUGHIN @ JAY"S LOWKEY SLIDES IN 2 FUCKIN ACCENT AS HES DYIN BYE )#( 'no woRRIES I CAN STITCH THIS UP' as he's holding his fuckIN INTESTINES IN )

SERIOUSLY SO IMMORAL.

❛ FINE. i’ll take it then – i’m SELINA && stealing is my anti-drug. ❜

❛ if you knew you could TAKE it in the first place, why did you ask me, a random stranger, to?! & good for you, i think? ❜

#v.: thirty minute break.#thr.: but isn't that like - rude?#ch: selina kyle.#onyxmasked #( replies 89.283 years later )#( n i ce )

IM BACK FROM HIATUS A DAY LATE. because i forgot my email. but then i remembered. nice. anyway hi does anyone want a thing like for a thing aye B)

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#self promo.#( pls come love my child ;3; )

STRANGER.

gaze is dropping down once again to the wound, the SCENT OF COPPER filling his nostrils. brow quirks up at the mention of it being cold. QUITE THE OPPOSITE, really. it’s a humid night & the ghoul wonders if he’s better off letting the kid DIE. wants to eat him, sure, but the more he’s getting INVOLVED the more his conscious decides to step in; BE THE BETTER MAN, RUDIGER !! there’s a harsh exhale through his nose, & he kneels down. “ — ah, hell, “ he grumbles. hands move to the hem of his shirt & he RIPS THE MATERIAL. bunches it up, pressing it to the stab wound. isn’t so GENTLE— can’t be, needs to stop the bleeding. “ hold that there as firmly as yous can, a’ight ?? i’mma—- i’mma HELP YOUS OUT, ‘kay ?? “

that - - that was admittedly not what jarrod was expecting from the masc. he was a rather faithless person these days. he didn’t really BELIEVE that there were good people anymore. he expected the masc to turn away. to pretend he never so much as saw jarrod, to try & forget the blond haired boy that he had ABANDONED to die in alley. but instead, the masc is helping him, ripping his own shirt to cover the wound. a soft, stifled scream leaves him as the stranger has his hands PUSHING firmly on the wound, nodding at him.

❛ yeah, i k-know the drill. b-been there, done that & a-all that. ❜

he tries to joke weakly, but the waver in his voice makes light of the pain he is in & the FEAR that is in his being. he keeps the pressure as much as he can, staring at the other with a wide, nearly childishly hopeful gaze.

#v.: thirty minute break.#thr.: tired of fighting.#ch: rudiger grace.#ghoulardii #( honestlY THO )#( but i mean look @ jay's pathetic ass can u blame him )#( w/ his big ol scared puppy eyes 'pls help' i mean )#( but legit idc ab how long it takes for replies so dont ever worry )#( legit i would just 'ah it's been 9 years 11 months and 28 days since i replied' )#( 'but u replied now so that's good enough for me' )

ABSOLUTELY 100% DEFINITELY IMMORAL.

❛ don’t wanna be rude? what the hell is wrong with you, kid? life is all about being rude and getting caught– i mean. unless you’re good, like me. then, you DON’T get caught, but you can still do what you want. it’s all part of the thrill. ❜

❛ a lot is WRONG with me, actually, but i still have morals!! i’m not taking the damn thing. who the hell are you, anyway?! ❜

#v.: thirty minute break.#thr.: but isn't that like - rude?#ch: selina kyle.#onyxmasked

COMPLETE STRANGER.

He didn’t even MEAN to be rude; it wasn’t like he wanted to be—it was just that sometimes he couldn’t stop the words that fell out of his mouth. It happened quite often, too. Shaking his head, he gave the boy an APOLOGETIC smile before responding. ❝ Sorry, I don’t mean it offensively. You just…you look a little TIRED—hence why you look like shit. I’m a little ADHD, I can’t always control what I say. Plus I can’t afford my meds so there you go. ❞

jarrod shrugs, but a puzzled look will remain fixed on his features at the other’s words. a huff will leave him next as he tilts his head, expression remaining puzzled as he shifts on his feet.

❛ don’t worry about it. i’ve heard WORSE. multiple times. so, there you go. you don’t need to worry. i’m fine, you’re fine, it’s just a little slip up. ❜

#v.: thirty minute break.#thr.: you kind of look like shit.#ch: august lannister.#poisonedvitality #( jay's honestly just like )#( 'eh i'm used 2 it' )#( 'at least it's a stranger instead of someone i actually care ab this time ig' )#( laughs )

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LYDIA.

❛ oh don’t be such a HYPOCHONDRIAC. –––– after all, i make sure to keep my poisons AWAY from the kitchen, you know. FOR SAFETY purposes. ❜

his worries earn a roll of the eyes from lydia as he appeared in the kitchen. it wasn’t like she actually NEEDED help for dinner. after all, she was just making PASTA, but still. she enjoyed his company a lot more than she enjoyed the thought of him and their OTHER roommate who could be LESS THAN kind at times.

❛ –––– now would you stop worrying and get the pasta out of the pantry. after all, CHEMISTRY doesn’t wait for slow pokes like you && neither does my stomach. ❜

❛ i’ll be whatever i WANT to be, thank you very much. i’m not signing up to die young because my roommate thought that ammonia was a type of flavouring or something. ❜

his tone is playful as he speaks, wandering in to the kitchen & grumbling at her demands. he wanders over towards the pantry to grab the pasta before he RETURNS to facing the femme, holding the box out to her with a huff. a smile dances on his lips at his next words, teasign as ever.

❛ yeah, yeah, whatever. wish i could say i’m surprised with the fact you need HELP making something as simple as pasta, but... ❜

#v.: thirty minute break.#thr.: accidentally poisioned?!#ch: lydia martin.#deathsiren #( jay pls )

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he says ❝ she’s fine tonight, ❞ ＆ｈｅ’ｓｗａｌｋｉｎｇｈｏｍｅ;; he’s thinking of what she’s DONE.

#self promo.#( kicks this piece of shit on 2 dash )#( lov eme )#( i'm getting close to first 50 )#( aka one away so accomplishment much )#bruises ;; cw.#cuts ;; cw.

YEP, DEFINITELY IMMORAL.

❛ eh. don’t be so concerned with what’s rude… what’s right or wrong– it’ll just drive ya’ crazy. ❜

❛ but i don’t want to be rude, or do anything WRONG. what if i get caught, or something?! ❜

#queue.#v.: thirty minute break.#thr.: but isn't that like - rude?#ch: selina kyle.#onyxmasked

UNKNOWN.

HE’S WATCHING; always had a thing for stalking others. had heard the beating heart, curious as to what is causing it to BEAT FURIOUSLY. the ghoul keeps to the shadows, blending in. eyes have locked on the other & curiosity GETS THE BETTER OF HIM. looks tired; looks hurt. sees red, & lips twist upward in a cruel smile. blood !! wonderful !! perhaps he can make this a quick meal if anything. puts on the appearance of CONCERNED BYPASSER, gray eyes wide & brows furrowed. tongue will wet ( chapped ) lips & he approaches the boy slowly, carefully. “ — hey, kid, yous— uh, OKAY ?? “

sudden vocals shock him, a chill running down his spine ( colder than the rest of his form ) & leaving him SHIVERING, lips parting in surprise as his svelte form & bloodshot gaze turned to stare at the stranger that suddenly appeared. his hand is still pressed to his side, covering the wound, form barren after his desperate, HASTY escape. he shakes his head no at the other, because really, there’s no point in saying he’s fine. nobody would believe him. he’s rather sure not even a BLIND man would.

❛ n-not at a-all, no. girlfriend g-got mad again, & s-she’s a psycho bitch. why is it so COLD? i-it was warmer w-when i left... ❜

#queue.#v.: thirty minute break.#thr.: tired of fighting.#ghoulardii #( thanks @ god that it worked bc honESTLY I WANTED SO EMTHING )#( but life hates me so i just. pukes this out 'ah yes good' )#( but B) dont worry i take forever 2 im trash )#bruises ;; cw.#cuts ;; cw.#abuse mention ;; cw.#abuse ;; cw.

CAPHEUS.

❛ i have been busy, my friend! ❜

it is a beautiful day, & before capheus has to drive to the inner city, it is time for a stop to the best coffee shop in town. ( jela INSISTS that the one closer to their end stop is better, but capheus knows that to be untrue. ) he slips off his jacket & hangs it on a nearby chair. the usual would be GREAT, & he conveys his desires through a nod & a wide smile.

❛ ah, jarrod, it is going to be a BEAUTIFUL day today! ❜

he beams at capheus, the other masc’s familiar & wide smile all the confirmation jarrod needs before he begins to whip up capheus’s usual order with a surety that comes from MONTHS upon months of experience. with an expert touch, he finishes the drink & brings it out to the masc who is both his customer & his FRIEND. eyebrows raise as he sets the drink down, glancing to the door before taking the spare seat across from capheus.

❛ is it...? you always seem to know when it’s going to be a good day. ❜

#queue.#v.: thirty minute break.#thr.: coffee shop blues.#ch: capheus.#whatifsomethingwonderful #( omg no worries )#( never any pressure to reply immediately )#( <3 )

#WHAT THE FUCK.

Mirrors. Broken mirrors, her broken mirror ; Another raid, more blood spilled.. Who knew how many enemies Jack actually had. Sometimes it’s a MIRACLE she’s even alive,what with the crew she’s surrounding herself with. && standing in front of the mirror, inhaling deeply she sighs. It’s time to leave that part of her life, find another job, ANOTHER identity. Maybe she’ll dye her hair all blue this time. Maybe ask that guy in the shower behind her– Riley spins to face him, hands fumbling for something to protect her with when she realizes that this is no longer her bathroom, nor is it a bathroom she’s familiar with. And he’s saying something, but she can barely make it out with the water running all over skin, which upon a closer look is definitely covered in bruises.

‘ I was in my own, and now I’m here. I don’t know where I am. Who are you ? ‘

what the hell did that mean? jarrod darts to quickly grab his towel & cover himself, but then he realizes that it’s not HIS towel anymore, it’s a different wall, that there isn’t a towel, that his fingers aren’t meeting soft plush but instead rough surfaces. he jerks back & blinks rapidly, & suddenly he’s back in his bath & his fingers are on soft plush.

❛ what the fuck... o-okay, i GET what you mean now. you are currently in my bathroom in los angeles... or, i think so, when i’m not in what i assume is yours. where are you? & i-i’m j a r r o d. who are you? ❜

#queue.#v.: you are we & we are you.#thr.: piss poor burglar.#ch: riley blue.#hexedblue #( dont worry about it ok ilu take forever if need be tbh )

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