Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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bloodless. if you follow either of my other blogs, you know that i’ve already started class and that i won’t be finished until mid-november. it’s a pretty big workload, what with three different sets of clinicals, labs, and having to take proctored tests, but i’ll be around when i can. i’ll be looking around for things to fill the queue with, and any necessary contact can be made through @kveljast, my primary account.
Nineteenth-Century Poets in the Castle Howard Library
feehadley.
The quick retort earned him an arch of her brow, the rainbow-haired girl looking at him with playful scepticism. “You don’t go anywhere, yet you’re here now. Say, how long does it take for one to master teleportation?” There was no judgement in her tone, only the faint stirrings of amusement as she called him out on the feeble excuse.
She nudged the stack of paper towards him, that slow smile unfurling across her lips. “Maybe you could make an exception? Being kind to a stranger wins you major karma points, y’know? And if no one shows up tonight, my boss is gonna show me the door.” It wouldn’t be the first time she was fired from a job, but with rent due, she was going to do everything she could to keep hold of this one until she found something better. “Please?”
Contraindicative of him, indeed.
In perfect harmony with the perpetually sullen expression on his face, he sighs heavily, relenting WITHOUT the use of words. They don’t mean too terribly much, tangling themselves like string wrapped taught around tongue and between teeth. Intentions are oft lost in translation or THOROUGHLY MISCONSTRUED despite one’s best efforts.
❝Karma’s a bitch,❞ he remarks, wincing at the gentle threat of hunger pains. Retract those initial thoughts on ferality; odds are mounting with every moment he goes unsated, ignored. ❝Can’t imagine what false tallying is going to do for me.❞
“Roleplayers who know you’re busy or having any sort of issues in real life and continue to talk to you, while waiting weeks or months for a reply to a thread, are a blessing.“
bloodless. if you follow either of my other blogs, you know that i’ve already started class and that i won’t be finished until mid-november. it’s a pretty big workload, what with three different sets of clinicals, labs, and having to take proctored tests, but i’ll be around when i can. i’ll be looking around for things to fill the queue with, and any necessary contact can be made through @kveljast, my primary account.
You are my home. Wherever you are, that’s where I’m meant to be.
S.L. Naeole, Bird Song (via books-n-quotes)
bloodless. if you follow either of my other blogs, you know that i’ve already started class and that i won’t be finished until mid-november. it’s a pretty big workload, what with three different sets of clinicals, labs, and having to take proctored tests, but i’ll be around when i can. i’ll be looking around for things to fill the queue with, and any necessary contact can be made through @kveljast, my primary account.
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THIS IS HELL. THIS IS HELL.
INDIE GHOST HUNTER OC. PENNED BY FORK. SINCE 2014.
bloodless. if you follow either of my other blogs, you know that i’ve already started class and that i won’t be finished until mid-november. it’s a pretty big workload, what with three different sets of clinicals, labs, and having to take proctored tests, but i’ll be around when i can. i’ll be looking around for things to fill the queue with, and any necessary contact can be made through @kveljast, my primary account.
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bloodless. if you follow either of my other blogs, you know that i’ve already started class and that i won’t be finished until mid-november. it’s a pretty big workload, what with three different sets of clinicals, labs, and having to take proctored tests, but i’ll be around when i can. i’ll be looking around for things to fill the queue with, and any necessary contact can be made through @kveljast, my primary account.
bcnquet.
LITTLE can surprise a man such as him; LITTLE rises to so high a triumph. LITTLE and NOTHING; perhaps he can attribute it to WEAKNESS and injury, recovery and dark silence. The discomfort of staying in so CLINICAL a place in a state of debilitation. Still, it rises higher for everyone EXCEPT Hannibal Lecter.
He can deny surprise until the sun burns its core away, but a truth remains: it is STRANGE to find yourself privy to the sight of a stranger shedding his clothing in the room you’re provided for HEALING.
Hannibal remains silent throughout the DISPLAY, not quite rising and yet PROPPED UP by the hospital pillows, silent, silent, even as the intruder SPIES him. He is happy to remain a PARTIAL judge to the enlightenment before him, CURIOUS and quite indignant.
“Allow me to reciprocate the opinion.”
Reciprocated or not, Adam regards the comment as IRRELEVANT; his sole purpose in having ducked into a patient room -- one suspected empty -- to wait out the sun in relative leisure. The universe, it seems, remains ever hellbent on proving him wrong. Yet again, he is supplied with another hurdle to jump, and already he carries a load beyond capacity.
Perhaps were this man’s display indicative of a threat, retaliation -- EVEN WORDS -- might be called for, however he purses his lips, posture relaxed, quietly sliding back to the floor.
In and out, he had assured himself; no witnesses, no trouble, no danger. Wrong, wrong, and WRONG AGAIN.
A drawn-out sigh passes tongue and teeth. This feels very much like a prison.