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@neonbitch-a
POLICE MEN SWEAR TO GOD ; LOVE'S SEEPING FROM THEIR GUNS.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ independent | private | selective
ㅤoriginal character with original lore, multiverse friendly. created and adored by ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤeurydice. 29. EST. please read carrd before interaction.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI know my friends and I would probably turn and RUN.
HI SISTERS ! I'm moving accounts. Same URL. But yeah, I need a fresh start.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHOPPYHAPPY EGG DAY !
by @lunarscaled
still goes hard today
A few feet from the shop's doorway, Jin stands, and from him a great force emanates, an invisible yet commanding sense of his presence that would have made him known even if he had gone unseen to the eye.
At first, Jin merely looks over the many rows of shelves nearest to him, eying the plentiful arcane and high strangeness with which they were adorned, but it doesn't take long for his crimson eyes to settle on Blanca.
A smirk is Jin's initial reply, followed by a sudden…. breeze, that found its way into the room-- a strange wisp that almost seemed to slither past Blanca, many shelves, and Jin himself, causing his coattails to flow too and fro. That breeze would then be found rattling the sign behind Jin, causing it to fall and seemingly… vanish.
"Sign? I'm sorry, I must have missed it," Jin finally says in a manner that was smooth, menacing, and smug in equal measure.
Not two seconds later, that breeze moves past Jin again, and the locks on the door behind him can be heard engaging, followed by the drop of shutters over the store's windows.
"You should have time for one more customer; don't worry, I doubt anyone else will be barging in here to bother you tonight."
No just him, just Jin.
"Help would be nice," Jin says, as he now begins to slowly walk through the shop, all the while keeping his eyes on Blanca, "but it depends on how odd the oddities here truly are."
Jin raises a hand, a single finger extended, (almost bestially claw-like if one looked closely enough), pointing at the back room Blanca had emerged from, "I take it there's much more in there; show me, if you would."
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSHIT. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ SHIT.
The sound of lock TWISTING, made her blood run cold. Blanca, was certainly not from this town ; it was painfully obvious, in her build, the color of her skin, loppish ears. She'd been a target, since she'd arrived, yes - but almost entirely to puzzled stares, and too - loud whispers.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤClutch on bat only grows tighter.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ SORRY, babe ; my hours are strict. ❞
What did she do ..? Press the PANIC button under the counter ? Charge at him ? ( No, dumbass, he's bigger than you, and seems to have courted some kind of breeze, atop that. ) Any, and all instances in her mind, end in a not so great way. And she wasn't willing to die for her collection.
❝ EVERYTHING, is painstakingly curated. From the bones, to the books, to the stones. But, since it IS closing hour, you're gonna have to come back.
BACKROOM'S for employees, only. And I, am the only motherfucking employee. ❞
Tail, waggles in agitation at her back, thankfully unseen. No one took the wrath of a rabbit, seriously, but they were STUPID not to. Free hand reaches for knob to backstock's door, and slams it shut, if only to push her point across.
❝ I've chased weirdos off for less. So, if you'd kindly, just turn around and leave, we won't have any issues. I already gotta fend off the white-masks that wait for me to leave this place. ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ I'M PEGGIN' THIS MAN AT THE BACK OF THE BUS - ❞
forced to say “it’s ok” instead of throwing a chair at them
I have done terrible, awful, murderous things
The Second most Blanca Song, Ever.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤstarter. | @poneglph
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Okay ! Okay, okay. ❞
Comments, of a colorful sort, are kept to herself. These men, aquatic, as they seemed to appear, push Blanca forward. Not entirely aggressive, but just enough to make her hare-paced heart beat just a LITTLE faster. Hands are held, open - palmed and close to her head, as her paws move her forward.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ I, um - I'm ... Sorry. ❞
Her voice is soft, trembling just the slightest. This one ... A purplish - color, and seated down, while his CROONIES stand .. ? This had to be their HBIC. She laughs, nervously, hand tucking a few loose tresses back.
❝ ... H- Hey, s ... C...Captain ? Maybe ? Um ... Listen, I think there's been ... Just, some f... some kind of mix - up. Like, REALLY bad. ❞
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤstarter. | @aeternxm
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThe scent of flowers was comforting. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ A constant. Something she needed. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNormalcy.
Daily, did she pass this shoppe on her way to her own, but not once did she step in — not for any particular reason, other than she wasn't quite a flower girl. At least, not the flowers that had some life in them. However, perhaps it'd make her store less DAUNTING, if there were a modicum of color in it.
Palm pushes against door, and she slips in, doing what she can to push braids over her ears ( as if her legs were no issue, ) to keep them concealed. Nose wrinkles, to the fragrance of TOO MANY flowers at one time, but she swallows and does her best to look far from offended.
❝ Hello ? ❞ She calls, carefully maneuvering around displays, ❝ I just need a little help - maybe a suggestion, or two ... ❞
AS A WARNING AHEAD ; please know, that relationships, on a deep level, are hard to ... curate and maintain with Blanca. She does have BPD, and it is the quiet sort. She's not going to believe your muse likes her. She's not going to believe your muse loves her. Her image, of herself, is horrid. She may act out, at any time, to see who stays, and who goes. There's a lot out there about BPD, but please ; as a struggler myself, give BPD muses and their muns, a chance.
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤstarter. | @flybcll
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ Well, well. ❞
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ REGULARS, sure. But favorites ? Far more rare.
She, herself, was not much of a conversationalist ; in honesty, more akin to a bored teenager, on the clock. But, such was not her intention, FAR FROM IT, TRULY. In the beginning, she thought him, the OCCASIONAL patron, perhaps entertained by the oddness of her store. After all, it didn't seem that many, in this town, popped up from the middle of nowhere.
Digits pick at stack of books, filing them away into their specific slots, from A to Z. Her head cants, as she hums with the radio that plays so softly from the back. Nothing he'd heard of, she's sure, but Creature Feature was a blessing onto all.
❝ Like a shark to blood in the water... y'know when my stock comes, or something ? I swear, you're here every time, even when I switch it up. ❞
She doesn't look to him for long, offering out a book on CRYPTIDS AND MYTHS ; he's likely read about most of them - locally, at least - but she's proud to source something that covers the ghouls and goblins seen from ALL OVER. A gentle tap, of sharp nail on hard cover.
❝ It's got some from where I lived. If you wanted to know what kinda weird shit goes on in the USA. I think the Fresno Nightcrawlers where my favorites. Though, The Jersey Devil is a hellauva creature, too. ❞
ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ starter. | @doomxdriven
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ CHRIST, you guys cannot READ, I am cl— ❞ ㅤㅤㅤㅤA pause ; ever - moving nose twitches a bit harder, than usual.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThat wasn't a teenager. That wasn't an adult. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤTHAT WASN'T EVEN A HUMAN.
Box drops to her feet, hand feeling for her BAT, the only thing that seemed to ward off the ... more ghastly ghouls, and visitors. It's slipped to her back, knuckles white from her CLUTCH 'round it. From her back room she emerges, cascade of white tresses pulled into tamed, twin - braids ; her ears, on full display.
Eyes peer over the rim of her glasses, a motion not UNCOMMON, among librarians, growing tired of shushing noisy patrons. Clawed finger points to the door ; but her words are chosen with caution.
❝ Sign said closed. I know the light's on, but I see like shit, normally ... Can I ... help you ? This is just an oddities shop, y'know. Not the corner store. ❞
me [coming to terms with a truth about myself]: hm..................................................... unfortunate
mmm she the devil, she a bad lil bitch, she a rebel
