I'm lonely. I'm lonely.

Aogaeru Nakamura • 42 • Male • Ace • Outer Ring • Thread Maker • ISS Aeterno RP Blog (GIF credit to respective parties)

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grumpy-gillls‌:

Ziggy leaned against the door, getting a somewhat unamused expression on his face. “What about it?”

Ao was becoming increasingly uncomfortable by the minute. He didn’t want to have to explain himself, but this man wasn’t giving him a choice. “Read it,” he said. His voice was still soft despite his attempts to be firm. “It’s here, correct?” He closed his eyes and shook his head. The feeling of speaking more than two words was immeasurably uncomfortable. 

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What do you look for in your ideal victim?

Dita: Ao looks for someone that is near an area where he can isolate them. someone who is not likely to fight back. And possibly someone of insignificant importance that perhaps law enforcement might not make a top priority in investigating. His first few kills were homeless and with no repercussions he's been slightly raising the bar each time just to push the limits and see how far he can really go.

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Did you get your hands on that boy yet? The one that slipped away last time?

Dita: he is looking for another opportunity, one has yet to present itself.

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When was the last time you cried?

"Never."

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Have you ever been close to being caught?

Dita: he doesn’t feel like he has been which is why he hasn’t really shown hesitation or restraint. Up until his attack on Evan, he really felt like he could get away with anything that he didn’t necessarily need to be extremely cautious. Evan cutting his face and getting away has kind of shown him a little different, but he still isn’t feeling the pressure.

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What would Ao do on the new planet?

Dita: Ao would love to be selected to go to the new planet. There are certain to be known and unknown threats on this new planet and, if chosen, he plans to take full advantage of that. It will be much easier to kill someone and get away with it with little to no suspicion if he could just get off the station.

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Need a hug, lonely boy?

Dita: Ao would like to say no but in all honesty he needs some company and a good friend. Hugs would still be off limit but he'd love to share some cake.

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What eye color do you find most attractive?

“Blue.”

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Aogaeru is open for asks

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fowl-mouthed-coroner:

Donald glared, upset that his leg was kicked and more than a little aware that the position he’d have to get into to rub it was not attractive. Standing there, powering through, he eyed the box, noting nothing on top. “Okay… Thread.” Did they even have a delivery?

That’s when it hit him. They might have. Specialized thread, if anything. They did have to sew the bodies back up. “I don’t see a name anywhere, but we might be expecting something.” He huffed, “Come on in, I guess.” He offered, waving his hand and once more returning inside to the sterile place of torture.

Originally posted by noe-gg

Aogaeru followed Donald’s lead. He didn’t have time to worry about the order, he thought, the moment he stepped on it. He let out a frustrated sigh as he stopped to pick it up. It was filthy now, hardly presentable. He could write up a new one for the man to sign, but somehow he felt wasting more of Donald’s time would be worse than presenting the order form in its current condition. He gave the order a quick shake, placed it on top of the box and followed inside. 

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techie-holley:

She managed to pick up all the spools, placing them neatly on the table, but the threads were a bit tangled.  Some of the threads knotted and twisted amongst each other and a few in her cybernetics.  “Oh, let me carefully untangle these so you can have them back,” she chuckled awkwardly as her free hand tugged gently at the threads.  It took some time and a bit of work but she managed to free the colorful threads from her arm and from each other.  “What are all the threads for?” she then asked politely as she began to spin them back onto their respectively spools.

“Delivery,” he mumbled hesitantly. “I make... them.” Aogaeru set the box on the table, careful not to disturb anything else she had been working on. He watched closely as she spun the thread and couldn’t help but admire her precision.  

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No-Face

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get to know me meme: non-human characters [1/5] → kaonashi (no-face) “No… No… I’m lonely… So lonely… Sen… I want Sen.”

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cynthiatremaine:

Heading back inside, she held the door open behind her just long enough for him to catch it before moving down the hall. “The kitchen is straight ahead,” she called over her shoulder. “Feel free to make yourself at home.” 

Breaking off to the right, Cynthia went into her living room and placed the box of thread next to a neatly folded pile of fabric. Now that spring was finally around the corner, she had been able to afford the extra material for a few new outfits. 

Heading back to the kitchen, Cynthia smiled at her guest and started to pull ingredients out onto the counter. “Alright then, I’ve got a few potatoes, some fresh baked bread and some even fresher eggs. Would you like then scrambled or sunny side up?”

Aogaeru sat at the table and watched Cynthia as she pulled things out to cook. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a home cooked meal. Just thinking about it reminded him of the time he spent with Granny. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. Lost in his daydream, it took him a moment to respond to Cynthia’s question. “Scrambled,” he mumbled. “..and bread.” He had a soft spot for baked goods. 

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noplacelikenoface:

Evan’s reaction had been faster than Aogaeru anticipated. Before he could bring the knife back down a bottle had broken across the side of his face. He staggered to the side, dropping the knife and raised his hands to cover the gash that had begun to bleed. He let out a horrific scream as he realized blood had been drawn and the boy was gone. It was too late to go after him. If Aogaeru tried, he risked leaving his own blood behind. It was already on the bottle. He needed to leave, now. Grabbing the biggest piece of the bottle, Aogaeru headed in the opposite direction, tucking it into his coat. Once a safe distance away, he removed his mask and exited the alley disappearing into the crowd.

Evan raced on, the blood curdling scream of his attacker still ringing in his ears and chilling him to the core. The fear and adrenaline pushed him on, faster and faster until he thought his lungs would explode. The craters came into view and he heard no footsteps behind him. But as he got closer and began searching for his bag his vision blurred a bit and he staggered. There wasn’t time. He was losing too much blood. He struggled on desperate to find something or someone who could help. He hit a rock and fell forward, his arms trying and failing to pull him up again. The last thing he saw was the flashlight of a guard shining up him before he blacked out and fell into unconsciousness.