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@koiyotei
indie oc | hacker | selective may contain some bad shit deus ex / watch_dogs / etc. penned by ky. [carrd]
Nick & Verin for @koiyotei and @toherdemise !🙆🏻♀️💕
who am i lets go to the beach beach
Never attend weddings that say they have aircon.
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Even in the lowlight of the moon and the incandescent bulbs, the windows shine in brilliant peyote dreams of strawberry jam and biohazard lime. Nicholas stands there, as permanent in this world as the graveyard. And Jericho. And PTSD.
The boy stands his ground, holding a pocketknife like he’s done this before.
kill him, his brain seethes, simmer slow and plodding. reduce him to sinew and. iron.
they will only identify him with his teeth.
Nicholas holds a key in one hand and hasn’t moved. The tithe box stands, its belly full, in the sanctuary.
“No. I saw nothing. I left and I forgot to lock the door.” He has been injected, lethally, with a paralytic. Nicholas folds like paper. “But will you give me one thing,” he asks. “Will you let me hate you.”
The priest looks pitiful standing there unmoving, like a kicked dog, and sounds just as bad.
‘ Will you let me hate you. ’
Wouldn’t be the first nor the last to do as much. But to ask permission? … To feel hatred towards someone doing wrong by you? A touch off putting. Evidently enough to rattle his resolve, arms sagging under the increasing weight of sudden onset mixture of guilt and pity; a spark of rage following like a wolf nipping at the heels of a panicked deer.
“What’s to stop you from hating me regardless of what I say? Ain’t you a priest - a man of the cloth - aren’t you supposed to do all that forgiveness bullshit?” Don’t derail, Niko. Focus on the goal. This is why you wanted him to keep his mouth shut. Stop opening yours. Volition begs him to ignore the obvious bait, but authority has already gotten itself hooked, tangled, and twisted in a vain attempt to regain control of the situation.
“Y’know what. Sure, why not. Go ahead! Hate me. I wouldn't be here if someone didn't in the first place.” If the Father Feel-Bad looks close enough, he might just see the scrimmage between ego and id taking place behind those eyes.
It’s over in a matter of seconds, and he has lost his bluster.
“So… Can I get to the money now.”
Please.
He pockets the knife.
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@koiyotei asked: ∗ 1o﹕ sender wields a [ knife ] at receiver . 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. (accepting)
Nicholas stands under the wedding dress of city procured public lighting, the street lined with parked cars. He knows this boy with the mass of bleached, lawned hair. He was a foot shorter then. His eyes sticky tacked to the tithe box and he looked miserable, always. Like he had somewhere else to be.
eye contact. assert. masculine. dominance, his brain rumbles, licking its teeth. he thinks you’re weak.
“What would you like. Everything?” Nicholas goes still. The knife catches the streetlight. It shines like aluminium and his body builds static. “It’s yours to have, all of it. Because I’m already poor, and I have nothing, and I never eat.”
His wallet has five euros.
Good thing there was no one else around to witness this incredibly poignant moment of a local street rat attempting to rob a man of the cloth under the most dramatic of street lamps armed with nothing but a pocket knife.
Niko’s hands do not falter. The blade glints as he gestures towards the tithe box with a flick of his head; he’d had his eyes on it for a couple of weeks, memorised the amount of times that patrons left their meager mites in hopes that their acts of goodwill would somehow bless them in turn, how often it was emptied…
“Am I s’pposed to feel sorry for you or somethin’? Why you given me your life story? Couldn’t give a fuck if you’re broke, I just want the box.” He needs the contents, he’s convinced himself as much, to fuel the fires burning elsewhere in his life.
“So fuck off and keep your mouth shut, and there’s no problem. Right?”
Wrong. There's an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach... Guilt?
It's not too late to suppress all of your wants and desires and to die unfulfilled and afraid without anyone ever having really known you.
ooc:// i want to consider how nick traverses the multiverse because in my head... he just... appears. but he also retains a lot of information from each verse despite the circumstances (past/present/future/another universe entirely, etc).
been toy with the idea that on one hand what people see isn't him specifically - sort of like a personification imposed upon a functional android (those of you familiar with XIV - think of Dawntrail) with a bit of OG asscreed in the mix with the animus.
on the other hand. having the ability to *pop* into existence and not having a fucking clue how you ended up in a place is also... hmmmm.
ooc:// gonna need me a sugar daddy real soon because my laptop is close to dying.
GHOST OF THE DAMNED.
you rot with the need for something more than what you have. the ghost is built up of the feeling of stagnation. you find it staring at the ceiling with sleep - blurred vision ; this is the third night you have met its eyes in the early hours of the morning. you tear yourself apart looking for comfort, for validation, for acceptance. but it never feels quite enough. you ruin everything you touch, despite every attempt to be more than what you have always been. you would sculpt yourself as something perfect for those around you, but you are no artist. when albert camus wrote, “be silent, heart; there is no hope!” when lucille clifton wrote, “maybe i should’ve wanted less. maybe i should’ve ignored the bowl in me, begging to be filled.” when taylor swift said, “i’m still on that tightrope, i’m still trying everything to get you looking at me.”
what ghost haunts you?
tagged: @the27percent tagging: @toherdemise @sluaghter @abysswarden @afteriimage
CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE.
what does your character smell like? he's a collector of eau du toilettes. his favourites normally consist of bergamot, pepper, cedarwood, cocoa, amber notes... citrus and leather. generally there's tobacco and mechanical undernotes due to habits and work.
how often does your muse bathe/shower? every other day. a bath is a once in a blue moon treat filled with bombs and soaks, but a shower is easier to deal with once he's mustered the mental fortitude to go ahead - not something negotiable if he's been working, because his priority is not to feel like he's been inside an engine bay for what feels like eons.
for a good 45 minutes of the time spent under the water, he will dissociate in warmth. the remaining 15 to 30 minutes is scrubbing himself so raw he turns pink and stewing in hair product. typically this takes place at any time after 7-8 pm to to 2-3am.
does your muse have any tattoos/piercings? he used to have tattoos on his arms - a half and full sleeve. obviously, that is no longer the case. but piercings...? three per ear, septum, a few elsewhere south. a lot were acquired just because he wanted the instant serotonin boost.
any body movements/quirks? boy's got adhd, he has every movement and quirk under the sun. though for real, he does bounce his legs often if they aren't folded up on whatever he's perched on, and often drums his fingers on surfaces if they aren't preoccupied. and despite not having biological hands he enjoys 'cracking' his knuckle joints out of habit.
what do they sleep in? at home? nada. this bitch be naked - or very least whatever boxers he grabs hold of. can't say what he'd wear elsewhere because he wouldn't really sleep at all, he's very particular.
what’s their favorite piece of clothing? anything comfortable, but his furred hood coat is his favourite thing. he's a big fan of cargo pants nowadays, and high top sneakers. once upon a time he used to own a pair of new rock boots.
what do they do when they wake up? bathroom requirements, go back under the covers to vegetate for another half hour, then evacuate and get ready for whatever he's required to do the day. normally skips breakfast because he's a shit cook... he jokes he could set fire to cereal. in reality, he's just not patient enough to do it.
on lazy days... why bother getting out of bed at all? the call of the void beckons ye between the weighted covers.
how do they sleep? position? do cyborgs dream of electric sleep? no, because sometimes they don't sleep well in the first place. he doesn't dream of anything - just voids of black - but when he does, they're dreadful.
without medication, he can be awake up until 8am before he crashes and will wake up again 3-5 hours later, and he will wake at the slightest sounds (such as someone walking or touching the door handle of the room he's in) and find it difficult to pass out again after. but medication allows him to gain a total of 8+ hours uninterrupted, necessary for him to achieve Nrem Stage 3.
he's a side sleeper, he typically sleeps curled up with his feet to his chest - and a pillow (or a plush optimally shaped) big enough to keep his arms apart makes for a comfortable rest.
what do their hands feel like? a touch cooler than body temperature, and a bit firmer due to the material they are made from. a shame he no longer has biological hands. but he feels everything with them nonetheless.
if you kissed them, what do they usually taste like? pipeline punch monster, cigarettes, or occasionally spearmint chewing gum. this would require not getting punched in the face, however.
tagged by: @sluaghter (ty hienieweenie) tagging: I have no idea who hasn't done this because I've been braindead for so long sljdkf. if you see this tag ur it.
A reference sheet? Oh go on then, as a lil' treat.
character sheet 5 - a2, ati [kelly palcy for reference if you wanted to look up facial features]
[expression meme] — @the27percent