I give you a five minute window. Anything happens in that five minutes, then I’m yours, no matter what. Anything happens a minute either side of that, and you’re on your own. Do you understand?

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@nightcalled
I give you a five minute window. Anything happens in that five minutes, then I’m yours, no matter what. Anything happens a minute either side of that, and you’re on your own. Do you understand?
IT’S NOT ALL AS IT SEEMS.
nightcalled started following you
“Chicken.. Are you busy.. I sort of need a helping hand with something.”
His hand motioned him quickly keeping one hand under the table to hold it up.
“I can’t get this damn thing through the door on my own.. And I swear. If there is anything on that tape recorder saying how weak I am. I will hurt you..”
“Chicken ? Tape recorder ? “
He’s thoroughly confused -- the man before him’s surely mistaken him for someone else.
“ I think y’ got the wrong guy -- but I don’t mind helpin’ you out, ‘s long as y’ don’t hurt me. “
❝ these a’ some nice masks, y’know.
HE SPEAKS SOFTLY, HUSHED IN TONE; crystalline eyes hidden behind amber glasses -- exposed once the obstruction’s set upon the top of his head, further disrupting the dirty blond hair. his left hand, as per-usual, situates itself in his left pocket, right hanging by his side; however, the gloves, usually place in his back pocket, adorn scarred, calloused hands. he withholds TOUCH; simply looking on with a curious, half-lidded gaze, toothpick betwixt pearly whites.
HIS LINE OF SIGHT BRIEFLY FLUTTERS over to the supposed shopkeeper, & then, back to the plethora of masks. it’s been a long time since he’s been able to enjoy different things -- even when he’s been forced to leave his home for a bit.
❝ you th’ owner a’ this place ?
( falsequerade. )
GETAWAY. late night starter call.
alt!
name: richard.fandom: hotline miami.blog: Y | N | MAKING.
❝ you KNOW me, don’t you ?
BENEATH THE FAUX FEATHERED MASK, his lips pull upwards, CURLING into a smirk, chilling tone – he whispers consoling falsities into one ear, & then fear-inducing truths into the other. a beacon, not of hope, but of SUFFERING, & MISFORTUNES to come; a harbinger of famine & perishing, or perhaps, a bringer of RATIONALE ? ( after all, the world isn’t as nice as every one thinks it is ! ) from beneath goldenrod yellow, he shines, making the blonde man before he & his companions feel an uneasiness in the very marrow of his tainted, cursed bones.
❝ we’ve met before, haven’t we ?
HE KNOWS HIS QUESTIONS SLOWLY GNAW away at the man’s psyche, eating away at what LITTLE stoicism he has. as the other begins to sweat, richard’s only relaxed further into his seat, fingertips drumming upon one leg, propped against the other. slate blue eyes narrow, and pearl whites CATCH his tongue – yet of course, the man before him doesn’t know that. with a wide gesture of authority, the two by his sides ( DON JUAN, RASMUS ) disappear, & the lighting changes to a sickly, pale tinge of off-white. the beak of his mask sprouts teeth, and a wicked grin forms – he spins toxic tales of D E A T H & D E C A Y, & he whispers a final message before disappearing.
❝ leaving this world isn’t as SCARY as it seems.
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GETAWAY. sweaTS PROFUSELY.
CALL IT COURAGE, CALL IT FEARLESSNESS.
♦┆NIGHTCALLED
“ Do people ever tell you your name isn’t ACTUALLY a name? People tell me that all the time. “
“ Happens, yeah -- usually people opt f’ ‘kid’, or ‘kiddo’. . . . How ‘bout you ? “
SWALLOW THE STARS & LET YOUR DREAMS COME TRUE, COSMIC BOY.
★┆ nightcalled
‘ You think you could help?
‘ Yeah. Cars like these ‘re my specialty. What’re you havin’ trouble with ?
SHE WHO OUTSHONE THE SUN & TOOK THE WORLD AS HER OWN.
❝ THE life of a traveller, eh? So treacherous are the roads, and yet you get us everywhere so carefully… ❞
The witch settles her feet settle on the dashboard, and licks her thumb to flick through a glossy fashion magazine. She prods her company with the french tip of her forefinger, grinning.
❝ YOU sure know your way around a steering wheel. ❞
❝ YEAH. Guess y’ could say it’s a natural talent. ❞
Leather-clad digits move the steering wheel with ease, icy blue eyes sparing a quick glance to his immediate passenger. His gaze immediately focuses back on the road; ( his home, his ELEMENT ). The poking doesn’t really bother him, per-say -- the only touch he accepts as of now is that in the form of a well-meaning one from the circus’s group.
❛ right… ‘cause that’s not offensive. – i just need to know a couple things and then i can get out of your hair. ❜
❛ o-oh, sorry ‘bout that. didn’t mean t’ offend. yeah, i guess -- i can help, but it depends. what kinda things ’re we talkin’ here ? ❜
outofcharacter. I found a way to prove that Ari ( witherae/nyometsu ) is “Vicky” and “Anna.” They all have the same source IP. Ari has lied about not being two other people, committing suicide, falling into a coma, having amnesia, being bipolar, having epilepsy, et cœtera, et cœtera and this disproves ALL of it in one fell swoop.
Whenever you connect to the internet, IPs are exposed unless you are using a proxy or a VPN. Skype does not utilize your definite connection, which means it skips all concealments and goes by what you’re using. The aforementioned makes Skype easy to exploit because Skype has the IPs of its users configured into its accounts throughout its program, since data is sent back and forth in pings.
To find Ari’s IPs on all of her Skype accounts ( the two she has and the accounts she made for her “Vicky” and “Anna” personas ), I used many legitimate resolvers to check if Ari’s IPs were consistent and they were. These are Ari’s Skype accounts:
shilo.quinn ( Ari’s 1st skype ). nyxtei ( Ari’s 2nd skype ). ameohmai ( “Vicky” ). elijah.tbear ( “Anna” ).
Every resolver I’ve found shows the exact same result. Ari’s source IP is 125.168.217.133 for all four of these Skype accounts, which means all four of these Skype accounts were created on the SAME EXACT COMPUTER and used on the SAME EXACT COMPUTER. Even if the IP is outdated, it does not change the fact that the same computer was used to create these Skypes, and these Skypes were utilized by the same computer. If Vicky and Anna were real, they would definitely have different source IPs.
Here are screenshots of all these Skype accounts having the same source IP: [x] [x] [x] [x].
Here are screenshots of all these Skype accounts having the same source IP with a different resolver just to double check: [x] [x] [x] [x].
Resolvers only show approximations, but the approximations will remain the same if the creating IP remains the same like what is shown above, and that IP leads to Australia, Queensland, where Ari stays [x].
If Ari was a different person with a different computer, her IP would be different but it is not. This is irrefutable proof that “Vicky” and “Anna” never existed, which means her attempted suicide never happened because we were all informed of Ari’s attempted suicide by Vicky, who Ari has pretended to be this ENTIRE TIME. The source IP address does not lie.
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▌▷ nightcalled
❛ right. so, the whole ‘not answer any questions’ thing might be great in theory, but in practice it’s just kind of creepy ❜
❛ . . . usually i, uh. i don’t like talkin’ all too much -- sorry ‘bout that -- b-but, um. i don’t always seen a rainbow lady, y’know. ❜
i don’t feel very human anymore.
7:59 pm 4/28/15; l.m. (via defyingweakness)
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HE WHO FELL FROM GOD’S GRACES; WEEP, O’ LION MAN.
❛ i believe it’s my turn next.
his wings shuffle, bristling in unhappiness as the winter air touches them. even cloaked as they were now his grace was wasted on other more important things. like penance, healing other’s. his own bodies pain was simply just punishment for his transgressions. he was positive.
❛ will you be staying for the show?
❛ oh ? g’ luck out there.
hooded & filled with the amber-tinted lights above, his crystalline gaze cuts like glass; however, it softens upon the fallen’s face, eyes of ice observing his wings -- ( there’s a hint of repressed awe in there; it’s not often he sees things like this. ) he rolls his shoulders, a relieved sigh leaving ‘twixt lips & teeth holding onto the toothpick. a small nod, & a murmured reply --
❛ yeah; ‘s always nice to watch.