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ALIAS: SICE Reaper and borderline psychopath. independent type-0 rp blog

[starrycelestialmusings-deactiva]

                                         If this is what’ll become of me?

                                                         Then fine, so be it

                                                  If it means they’d be safe

[messoremmortis]

I'm throwin Cheesecake a surprise bday party, DONT TELL HIM, but ya can come!

… Yes, because he can. Nevermind. I’m not in the mood to insult anybody, Unc. When the hell is it? Who’s coming?

[about-cara]

[sanjefe-deactivated20161109]

Sly Stallone’s breakthrough or Frank-n-Furter’s crowning, male creature, Rocky Horror? Either entail some sort of garish booty shorts, so he’s flattered - can’t you tell?

His hand rips open the lid of tupperware treasure. Then, onto a memorizing plateau of warm brownie, Boss stacks up a pile of sour gummies and stuffs his face. His mouth gets a bizarre rush of contradictory impact. It blends into a gushy, chewy texture, sogging into a glob of unhealthy mush the more he gnaws it through. “We can’t go showing off today,” He says to his feet, garbling. The macabre remembrances from their last outings include a lot of (highly appreciated) recreational violence. “There’s only so many bar fights we can start before the fuzz figures out we’re finishing ‘em, too, and I don’t wanna get timeout. Let’s just get stoned and watch ‘Flavor of Love’ reruns or somethin’.”

[messoremmortis]

Hot Patootie. “I’m okay with that since I’m one 'stop ya’ kid’ phone call away from getting murdered by Pops.” Truthfully, she was exactly five bail payments and thirty-three angry voicemails behind what many would agree should have been her undoing. Others have done less in this city and received harsher penalties from the living skeleton and yet here she is. Ain’t she fucking lucky? “Stop eating them all. It wasn’t just you in mind when I made those.” So selfish.

A barely audible ‘pop’ pierces the brief silence caused by her lack of inclination to speak while the other stuffed his face with goodies. Walking over to explore the rest of her host’s abode her initial response was to shrug before forcefully dropping onto the war-torn couch. “I’m not watching that. Let’s watch Frozen or Aladdin. Maybe The Little Mermaid.”

[xxziggystardust]

[sanjefe-deactivated20161109]

“Welcome to my crib, home of the smallest large-screen TV. Lemme give you the grand tour.” He steps backwards (like three whole steps), individually pointing out each edge of the room.

“That’s a corner over there. Right beside it is another corner. And then there’s two more corners across the room there. Then through that door is my bathroom. And uh…kitchen’s right here, right in the bedroom, almost. ‘Cause, y’know, convenience.” Nods, reassuringly. “You bring the goods?“

[messoremmortis]

“I got the goodies for ya’, Rocky.” Trivial matters such as ‘patience’ wasn’t exactly Sice’s thing. When the door opened to reveal her new partner in crime, she wasted very little time before entering his ‘home’. Maybe it was his closet. “Nicki must not really like you if this is all that you can afford.” Tossing a container full freshly baked brownies at his chest, she flashes him a bright smile before acknowledging the rest of his lovely abode.

“Well, it’s small. I guess that’s nice?” Compliments weren’t her thing either. “It’ll do but next time we’re doing this at my place. So, how are we going to celebrate your dead fish?”

[sanjefe-deactivated20161109]

[5:23] “You’re a greatest person” doesn’t even make sense

[5:23] I mean I guess it’s true though, you’re as much a person as a person gets. Congratulations. [5:26] Leave the insinuated pussy at home, bring the sour gummies and the brownies.

[messoremmortis]

[5:39]  Context is all that matters. [5:41] Yeah, yeah. I’ll keep the goods secured away but the snacks are good to go. On my way, jerkface.

[messoremmortis]

[messoremmortis]

luchtkasteel: 'air castle'; a wish or dream one hopes to fulfill in the future, yet will never be achieved, as it is so vast, immense and unlikely.

                     “curae leves loquuntur ingentes stupent...”

Often have her words, heavily laced with a well-reasoned aversion, reached those who would listen. For a place under the heavy influence from the world’s most notorious criminals, it definitely had a luminous appearance. A moth to a flame. Bright lights and flashing screens tantalized the unsuspecting tourists and big city dreamers. Begging them to explore the crooks and crevices only to be preyed upon by the demons that hid in shadows. By then they couldn’t escape and the victim became the murderer. The cycle began anew. She couldn’t fucking stand it. The paradox this place had created brought more frustration. It took months of searching and pestering of her caretaker (read: mother hen) before she began to understand the inner workings of this new world. The city that never slept, but the people still dreamed. She still dreamt. On nights like this when the world idled, the people stilled, and the darkness slipped into her room and covered her entire body with tranquility. She still dreamt.

She dreamt of a future that would never be hers. A life filled with an immense happiness that the world told her that she did not deserve. That she was robbed of. Her family. A mother who deserted her and proved that she was never loved, but she desperately craved to see again just to question. Just to ask. Why wasn’t she good enough? A group of miscreants from her battle-filled years, her friends, are now older and they beckon her to join them. To drink with them and revisit the memories of the war that tore their country apart and how hard it was to rebuild. How they overcame. She saw him. She still dreamt of a life she was deemed unworthy to have.

                     Slight griefs talk, great ones are speechless....”

[messoremmortis]

[Text: 6:50 PM - Sent to you and 6 others] My fish died. Come to his funeral.

Few weeks later… 

[4:45] Well, I definitely missed it. Awww, was he a good little fish? Did he make you feel safe and sound? Just remember to keep swimming, Rocky.

[sanjefe-deactivated20161109]

It takes him a while to deduce the context. Fourteen solid seconds of quizzical phone staring, to be precise.

[5:02] You’re a terrible person, but I guess that’s why we’re friends. [5:02] Bring me snacks and we’ll call it even.

[messoremmortis]

“Haha…”

[5:13] You spelled ‘greatest’ wrong, but I’ll take it.

[5:13] What kind of snacks we talking? Cause I got a cookie cake that’ll leave you starving for more. Gotta wipe your face off first before I give it to you.

[5:14] Kidding! I’ll bring you some brownies and sour gummies.

[messoremmortis]

[Text: 6:50 PM - Sent to you and 6 others] My fish died. Come to his funeral.

Few weeks later… 

[4:45] Well, I definitely missed it. Awww, was he a good little fish? Did he make you feel safe and sound? Just remember to keep swimming, Rocky.

[about-cara]

[messoremmortis]

quakingmace:

    A giggle rose as she was ensnared; this was the first time in a long time things did not go according to her strict and often twisted plan and she didn’t throw a fit. In fact she was over joyed taking to the moment by jumping off the perch sh’d claimed as her own so as to terrorize cadets and twirling herself into the Reaper’s arms. “A bee gets stuck in honey. Does it drown or eat until it dies?”

Why did she have to make everything difficult? A loud groan escaped her lips as she eyed her surrounding area warily, her mind filled with idle confusion. The younger seemed to have an innate ability to rattle her senses in the most captivating way and today the princess would conquer. Arms lifted high above the little twirler’s head to ensure their arms didn’t entangle as she danced away. “Neither, the bear eats it.”

[nickinewyork]

These cravings for cigarettes were really starting to get to him, but if he had given into his want, he was sure jogging these last couple of blocks towards the Chinese restaurant wouldn’t have happened. Forty five minutes had slipped closer to fifty, but Cheesecake hadn’t wanted to put on his light spring jacket when they went out, so they had to compromise with a hoodie- he should probably leave that out to Sice. No reason for her to give him that look, even if they weren’t genetically related, he’s pretty sure she can mimic that really face BD makes anyway. 

The last half of a block he slows down to a fast walk, he doesn’t want to be out of breath and sweaty by the time he gets there, a hand runs through his hair and he checks his reflection in the store window next to it before entering. It’s crowded, a little too crowded for his liking, especially for what he wants to talk about. He approaches her, lopsided grin in place, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and giving a slight squeeze.

“Hey Sice. Sorry I’m a lil late, time gotta way from me. I’m glad ya wasn’t busy, ya hungry, I’m buyin…” His voice rises by the end to make sure he’s heard, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. He’s got too much nervous energy, tapping his fingers on his leg, mind already going over what he’s going to say, repeating the words in his head, acting it out. “Ya wanna grab it to go? We can walk a lil an find a bench or somethin to eat at… there’s some tables an shit down the street by one’a those lil coffee shops, its probably closed an we can sit there.”

[messoremmortis]

“It’s not a problem, Uncle Nicki. The only plans I had was left-over pizza and Spongebob.” It takes all of her not to respond with the truth of her prior engagement, but the thought of spending an entire night in the local hospital while he recovered from a world-shattering heart attack no longer appealed to her. At least, not when it regarded the apprehensive red-head that stood before her. Growth and all that maturity shit. Why was he so fidgety? 

"Damn right, you’re buying and I want extra egg rolls.” His energy was offputting. Unknowingly, he had activated her natural instincts which resulted in a brief survey of her surroundings in hopes of locating the source of his discomfort. When this bizarre ability suddenly appeared a year ago, it made her violently ill from being accosted by such raw, intense emotions. It wasn’t until days later when the Mother Hen decided to surprise her with freshly made soup and a movie marathon did she realize that these emotions were his. Surprised, she was not considering his natural disposition. 

Within a year, her newfound ability became bearable as she silently trained herself to control this one-sided connection that bonded her to him. Annoyed at first by his inability, she forced herself to understand that the two were of different worlds instead of verbally assaulting him. Growth and maturity. “Look, we can eat by the damn dumpster if that meant I didn’t have to be permanently surrounded by these people. But I’ll settle for the cafe tables.”

But his energy was offputting. She quickly hides her wariness behind a rehearsed smile. “You ready to order?”

[westerors]

[messoremmortis]

Meet me at BD’s favorite Chinese spot. 45 mins. Between coddling the beige, four-legged companion that occupied his apartment and helping her surrogate father run an alleged illegal boy scout, Sice was convinced that Nicki had lost his damn mind. A please would have sufficed.

Seriously, Nicki? Now you want a family dinner? The self-proclaimed princess of the dead had been occupied with another set of hands and distracted by a pair of full, irresistible lips when the notification was sent. The sound resonating throughout the stranger’s (Derek, maybe?) apartment even while covered in various items of clothing. 

“Damn it.” Why was the world always against her? After muttering a half-assed ‘fuck off’ to the room’s occupant stretched out above her before forcefully shoving his body off of her own. Fuck it to hell. There’s no need for false promises or even excuses as she walks out the door fully intending to keep her promise of full availability. The reasoning behind the text was irrelevant; if he needed her then she would be there.

A decision she now regretted. The length of the line had become ridiculous long since her arrival and her irateness was growing due to the incessant chattering of her new neighbors. “I really hope we can go somewhere else.”

[meladoodle]

If you can’t handle me at my worst, I got some bad news for ya pal. This is me at my best. It doesn’t get better and death comes to us all.