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@obsecuring
BESIDE ME EVERY NIGHT, YOU AND ME, WE EXPLODE THROUGH THE SCENE. WE TRY TO DRAIN THE NIGHT EMPTY.
𖦹 OBSECURING . . . a private & independent roleplay account for ezekiel williams ── an original character. established in 2025. brought to life by kyra ( twenty - six, she/they, black mixed // est. 2024 ). a study in suffering, (self) destruction, abuse, loneliness, emptiness, decay, void, and most importantly being cursed and haunted.
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HIIII guysss, it’s been a while um. i‘m on @ro9ue right now! if anyone is interested :]
HIIII guysss, it’s been a while um. i‘m on @ro9ue right now! if anyone is interested :]
left brow lifts. ❝ excuse me ? ❞ her tone is one of incredulity. he was bold, bonnie would give him that. yet, she was unsure whether his boldness was accompanied by stupidity or egotism. the last time someone drifted through town, asking questions about their supernatural hellscape, bonnie was left with the task of ridding them. an unfortunate tightening occurs in the pit of her stomach ( please don't let this be another instance. bonnie was rather exhausted, to be honest - ❝ if you mean legends about the local cryptids, then sure, i know plenty. ❞ a nonchalant shrug. bonnie had to tread carefully; the last thing she wanted was to overshare. in the moment of silence between her and the stranger, bonnie's eyes give him a once-over. he fidgets and shifts, and bonnie almost feels sorry for him. her lips press into a thin line as she quietly huffs. carefully, her right hand reaches to her side and begins to fish around in a cluttered purse. digits slowly finger a half-empty box of cigarettes before being pulled out and pointed in the other's direction. ❝ it's my last one, but ... you seem like you need it a little more than me right now. unless i'm ... wrong ? ❞ this time, bonnie offers him a small smile. perhaps, she was being a bit too intense. upon first glance, he seemed harmless [a bit vagabond-ish]; much like any other tourist to the town. still. his question was enough to leave her miffed. ❝ let's say i know what you're talking about ... i've never seen you before, so i know you can't be related to anyone around here. ❞ her eyes narrow momentarily. ❝ how'd you learn about the town ? ❞
eyeing the cigarette being offered to him, he considers shortly. usually he doesn’t smoke, especially not cigarettes. but from time to time it did take the edge off, even more so now that he was actually a little nervous in fear of saying the wrong thing and pissing the young woman in front of him off. and so, wanting to be polite and trying get on her good side, he takes it with a grateful smile (as grateful as he can make it look in the light of his tense state anyway). ❝are you sure ? thank you, ❞ ezekiel makes a mental note to somehow return the favor.
he starts fidgeting around in his pockets, in search for a lighter, while contemplating her question. trying to find the right phrasing. ❝ to be honest, ❞ he says, fingers now digging around in his back pockets without any luck, ❝ this isn’t the first city i’ve been to with strange occurrences, if you know what i mean.❞ meeting her eyes, honest and sincere. beating around the bush usually doesn’t get him very far, ezekiel’s realized. it genreally just leads to wasted time for both parties. so why not speed up the process of likely rejection. ❝something tells me you do, so i’ll be straight with you: i’m dealing with something strange myself, so i’m not new to this either. ❞
through all of this he’s still unsuccessfully looking for a lighter coming across all sorts of junk that has accumulated in his various pockets over time. with a final groan of defeat he gives up and straightens his back. ezekiel puts the cigarette between his lips and mumbles, ❝ could you maybe light me ? ❞
her nose scrunches up in irritation. of course. it’s not like she made herself known beforehand. “ right. since we aren’t on a first name basis yet— ” illyana glanced at his nails, he’s trying to meet her gaze, this isn’t a big problem for him, taking a mental note of the blood. she noticed how nervous he was — which made her slightly more irritated do some reason. a hand quickly sticks out in front of her, hanging there as thoughts of pulling back bounce around. “ they call me magik. ”
magik . . . mentally he flips through the files in his brain, trying to attach the name to an event, or anything for that matter. he’s probably heard of her, maybe seen her on the news. mutants come to mind. but he isn’t 100 % sure. “have i seen you on tv before?” the small talk distracts him temporarily, making him remember where he is. he straightens his back, lifts his chin. posture.
being in that state in front of another person has become so unlike him, that he feels the embarrassment settle deep into his bones. clearing his throat, he takes her hand, realizing way too late she’s waiting for him to shake it, expression growing even more irritated with every second that goes by. even though she seems tough & rough, her hand feels sort of delicate in his and for a second he’s wondering if his calloused fingertips might annoy her even more. ❝ sorry, um . . .❞ he smiles sheepishly, fighting the urge to pull his hand back. ❝ i’m ezekiel. ❞
“ death rattle, ” he repeated. the words are too short for a split second, annoyance seeping through them as his expression fell. this is the predator introducing himself to the prey. the voices taunting ezekiel were accurate in warning as august’s smile lifts up almost disarmingly; his brows furrowed into a soft, concerned knit when the man seems elsewhere. “ one of your machines. ” his hand lifts as he pretends to write in the air to further explain what his request is for, “ I can put a note on it for you. ”
august is unpracticed in non animalistic pursuits.
his expression drops a little again but this time it’s purposeful, as though there’s continued concern bubbling up the longer he talks to the man. the arcade coins jostle in the container that august holds with both hands, tilting it on its side to hear them tumble over one another, his index finger sliding into the plastic cup to scoop out a few coins. he drops four onto the counter in front of ezekiel, his eyes flickering down to the coins as he behaves almost sheepish–on the edge of nervous laughter, “ wanna trade? or you can play a round with me. ” he shrugs. “ whatever. you just look tense as fuck. like, I didn’t know working in an arcade could stress somebody out like that. ”
there are too many voices echoing in ezekiel’s mind for august to pluck out his string of consciousness. august’s eyes drop away, tracing along the chipped edges of the counter as his smile flattens and his brows raise. he’s overly expressive with his features like he’s had to learn how to recreate human emotion. the hours spent practicing in the mirror a waste; each movement is still too clunky. too rehearsed. besides, he hasn’t pin-pointed ezekiel’s voice⸺WHERE THE FUCK IS HIS VOICE?
the coins fall flat in the bottom of his cup again as he steps back, eyes lifting to ezekiel’s. “ you like street fighter? ”
the metallic rattle of the coins tumbling over one another in the bucket the man is holding sort of tears through the voices swimming all around him and brings him back into reality. this time ezekiel can make out his words, although still a little muffled. he takes in the figure before him, studies his face. with rehearsed expressions he seems kind of robotic at times, but ezekiel tries to focus back on his words rather than questioning his expression.
❝ ah . . . ! ❞ he exclaims, a little give away of him just now understanding what the guy actually wanted from ezekiel. instead of looking for a piece of paper, he simply says: ❝ don’t worry about it, i can do it. ❞ he looks for a pen and a piece of paper while still registering the rest of guy's words.
although he is a bit confused by the request to play together, especially since they don’t know one another, he decides that there have been costumers much more odd (and unpleasant) than him. what’s the harm in getting to know people ? at least from a safe distance. he looks behind him in search for his coworker, to let him know he'll be gone for a bit. it's late and most people coming in here know their way around enough that there shouldn't be any big trouble. ❝ i’m more a tekken kinda guy to be honest, ❞ he says as he’s scribbling 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎 on a piece of paper to stick to the machine. he steps around the register, signing for the stranger to lead the way, ❝ but we can play a round or two, stranger. ❞
𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗎𝗒𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽? — 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆. 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕. LEON S. KENNEDY & ASHLEY GRAHAM OF CAPCOM'S RESIDENT EVIL SERIES, BY JESSE & RINA.
emilio sakraya as octavio bergmann , sixty minutes .
NOIREVEMBER 𖦹 from @darkchy1de : ❝ i wondered why you didn't ask me who i was. ❞
her words make ezekiel look up from his hands, the skin around his nails picked bloody. nervously, he’s chewing on his lips, he’s trying to meet her gaze. usually, this isn’t a big problem for him, he’s gotten used to it — years of practice. however, something about her makes him nervous. maybe it’s the familiarity without ever having met her. or the whispers about her all around him that get louder and louder with every passing moment. so loud that he just wants to . . .
❝ i don’t, ❞ he blurts out. ❝ um . . . i dont know you. ❞ why did he say that ?
the glare she's sporting doesn't surprise him, probably a way of silently asking him what his problem is. ezekiel gets up from where he's seated, shaking out his legs. trying to get at least some sort of footing in this more than awkward conversation. ❝ i mean i guess i’ve heard of you before . . . just never met. you know ? ❞
tongue pierced between canines, copper spilling into his mouth as a reminder that he too was human once and not always the broken fragments of what he is now. a fractured being searching, never quite finding what purpose ties him to the earth. I AM A GOD. a devil? lonesome either way. perhaps that’s what spared ezekiel when he had crossed august’s path some weeks before. he had been passing darkened streets in order to go home. the man had every intention to put an end to his life, but his thoughts were too blurred for august to understand: what makes this human tick? mortals, august learned, are mostly the same; scarred with traumas that he can exploit. but this one? twenty - seven days had passed and august still follows, watching as he moves through life with life, as though melancholy doesn’t seep through his pores. he can smell it now from where he sits at an arcade game.
he’s still as he stares at the flashing lights. the mechanics were easy to fool with and required little energy to manipulate. the flashing lights came to a stop, the music of the machine dying out slowly as the screen blackened. twenty - seven days & it’s the first time he’s left the comfort of peripherals. when he stood he picked up the half-emptied jar of arcade coins with him then approached the desk with a practiced grin, “ hey man, you got a piece of paper and a pen? one of your machines just death rattled. ”
* @obsecuring .
with his forearms leaning on the counter, ezekiel’s eyes reflect the bright lights of the arcade. it’s loud, as per usual, mostly kids and teens running around and laughing. some might find it overstimulating and would be glad to be able to go home after long hours of the same few game jingles playing over and over accompanied by oftentimes deafening screams of joy or loud groans of frustration, but not ezekiel. he found a strange solace in the noise with his head at rest for the most part, when it is usually plagued by the most unwelcome voices. the ice - cold finger tips tearing at his flesh seemed to be less cold when he's here.
even though he feels more at ease at the arcade than he feels in most spaces, he is still alert. so, the guy mustering him up and down doesn't go compeltely unnoticed by ezekiel. tall ( probably taller than ezekiel ), with piercing eyes, he seems looming — even from far away. feeling his entire body stiffen once the other gets up and moves in his direction, he tries to mentally push away the voice manifesting close to his ear. a rough hand on his shoulder, gripping him, trying to tell him to look out for what’s coming. but this wouldn’t be the first time, so ignoring it is like second nature to him . . . or should be. the closer the man comes the louder the voice gets, to the point ezekiel can’t exactly hear what is being asked of him, barely being able to make out the last few words.
❝ um . . . , ❞ his voice cracks awkwardly, making him clear his throat. ❝ a paper and a pen ? sure … for what ? ❞
. ݁⋆⁺₊✧ 🔪ཀཀ : NOIREVEMBER . . roleplay crime sentence starters, ⁽ ⁰⁰¹ ⁾ based on NOIR CRIME FILMS. genre: mystery, thriller, crime, coming of age.
You're not very tall, are you?
How do you like your brandy?
You may take off your coat and sit.
It's too hot in here for anyone who has any blood in their veins.
You can smoke here, just don't do it in front of my face.
You're looking at a very dull survival of a very dull life.
I can still speak English when my business demands it.
You didn't like working for the district attorney, eh?
What do you know about my family, [name]?
What'd you want to see me about?
I'm being blackmailed again.
[Name] has left me, about a month ago without a word.
We used to swap shots between drinks or drinks between shots.
They're alike only in having the same corrupt blood.
They have all the usual vices, besides those they've invented for themselves.
Do you want to know anything or just get rid of [him/her/them]?
I don't need any money now, but when I do, just send me the money.
Are you trying to tell me my duties?
You're a private detective? I didn't know they existed, except in books.
God, you're a mess, aren't you?
I would've thought a case like that took a little effort.
Is there any "how to be a Detective in 10 Easy Lessons, " school text-book?
I see. There is no professional secrets?
You don't have to play poker with me, [name].
I don't mind if you don't like my manners. I don't like 'em myself.
Don't waste your time trying to cross-examine me!
Do you always think you can handle people like trained seals?
I'm sure I don't care what you say, [name].
Would you do me a very small favor?
Yeah, I'm a private dick on a case.
Perhaps I'm asking too much, although it doesn't seem too much to me somehow.
Look, you got a dead man lying right at your feet.
Lie down there and be quiet.
That's a little special service I always provide all my clients. Including being insolent.
You'd do anything for [him/her/them], wouldn't you?
I don't slap so good around this time of the evening.
Those are harsh words to throw at me, especially when I am walking out of your bedroom.
Don't you ever go to bed? What you been doing?
What would anybody be doing down there?
The wound had already bled under the skin while they were still alive.
You better tell me what you're working on, [name]!
This doesn't look like the way you'd handle it.
Give me another day, [name]. I may have something for you.
I was beginning to think perhaps you worked in bed like Marcel Proust.
There isn't much money in this business, if i'm being honest.
Perhaps it wouldn't have been such a bad idea.
A woman telephoned me shortly after this thing was delivered.
Do you know where this picture was taken?
You were afraid that they might turn up something, which I couldn't sit on just yet.
I hope the police never traces that call.
I'm trying to find out why do you want to find out things I have been working on.
Anyway, it'll give us something to talk about next time we meet.
Do you remember me now? Hmm?
How much do you remember about last night?
As a matter of fact, I wouldn't say anything about anything.
Your story didn't sound quite right.
Blood. Quite a lot of blood.
I think we'll let the police in on this.
I could make it my business. I could make your business mine.
I wondered why you didn't ask me who I was.
You know, you talk too much.
I might even make it worth your while to talk to me.
Why don't you call the cops like you said you would?
I think you better get out of here.
Take it away and play on it somewhere else.
What did you come up here for?
I don't know how you got here, but I don't want you. Will you get out?
Can't you talk without pointing that gun?
Who are you? What do you get out of this?
Wait a minute, what do you mean, a couple of murders?
Well, then, nothing happened, so I got tired of waiting and went home.
Tell me, what do you usually do when you're not working?
I don't wanna hurt you. I'm tryin' to help you.
We could have had a lot of fun, if you weren't a detective.
You know, there's one thing that puzzles me. You don't seem in much of a hurry to find [name].
I can't imagine, unless you're worried about where I am all the time.
You weren't worried about me, were you? Afraid I'd get hurt?
You've already been paid, haven't you?
Kissing you is all right. It's nice. I'd like to do more of it.
If you say that again, I'll keep on saying it until I find out.
I'm trying to think of something appropriate.
You know, I think you're telling the truth, for a change.
Mm-mm. I can't afford to be seen with you.
I wanted to tell you, you can stop worrying and call off your bloodhounds.
You could've yelled for help!
Don't you even want to know who I am?
Do you want to know what I've got, or don't you?
You can get yourself hurt, kicking on doors.
Light me a cigarette, will you?
Will you get out of this and stay out if I let you go?
Get that knife and cut these ropes!
I don't suppose there's a gun around here?
I didn't have a chance to thank you for what you did back there.
I guess.. I'm in love with you.
You're the one who's shaking now.
What's the matter, haven't you ever seen a gun before?
What do you want me to do, count three like they do in the movies?
Nothing you can't fix.
❝ you're just passing through ? ❞ her left brow lifts. the decision to echo his words is intentional. a chance to signal to the other just how much she didn't believe him. in hindsight, bonnie probably shouldn't be so cynical. mystic falls was, after all, a tourist destination ( that is, if you loved civil war paraphernalia and propaganda ). still, bonnie can't keep track of how many times she's heard that one before. from both humans and supernatural entities alike. a huff of air falls from bonnie's nose. she needed to tread carefully here. who or what he was was still unknown to her. but for her sake [and the town's], she would play along, be a cordial and welcoming guest—until time proved otherwise.
❝ well, ❞ she hums quietly. ❝ i can't recommend much of anything around here. if you're into the civil war, for whatever strange reason, there's a museum further in town. otherwise, ❞ bonnie purses her lips. her arms still crossed over her chest as purple eyes momentarily narrow at the man before her. ❝ there's a good grill in the town square. however, don't eat the meatloaf or drink the coffee. the meatloaf—it's supposed to be beef but it's more like a weird, mystery meat. and the coffee—it taste like dirt. too many grounds. so, don't let the waitresses pressure you into ordering either. ❞ she pauses briefly. then forces a small smile, ❝ the town's not so bad. it's quiet and peaceful [for the most part]. if you're not looking to do much and enjoy the "small-town feeling," you'll enjoy your stay. ❞ / @obsecuring ★ sc.
hostility & suspicion — although her words seem helpful, it was no surprise to ezekiel that the young woman before him isn't exactly welcoming. he’d probably react the same way if a stranger came to his home town, being weirdly fidgety, saying they are just ❛ passing through ❜. who says that anyway ? maybe a vagabond, which he wasn't — even though he might be mistaken for one with his messy hair, ripped and dirtied jeans and oversized battered hoodie.
in the recent months ezekiel has been traveling from town to town. he is at a point where he doesn’t even know what he is looking for exactly. be it for the sole fact that he’s been searching for a long time now, with barely any pointers, way past his breaking point. but it’s not like he has any other choice either. his … condition ? has been impacting him his whole life but recently it has gotten worse. much worse. he’s tried so many things, seances even exorcisms, but nothing has worked so far.
too late, when she is already done talking, he realizes he has barely listened to a word she has said. ❝ um . . . ❞ he hums, shifting from one foot to the other, making direct eye contact to cover up his nervousness, a tactic he had learned all the way back in high school to unsettle his bullies. ❝ sounds great, yeah. all of it ! ❞ judging from the woman’s reaction he was either a tad too enthusiastic in his response or it simply doesn’t make any sense.
lips caught between his teeth, he breathes out through his nose. oh well, whatever. it's not like he has anything more to lose anyway. ❝ actually, i’ve heard mystic falls is also known for something else, unexplainable stuff. know anything about that ? ❞
writing today .. or else
hello! I hope you're having a good day!! :) I'm a little confused, is this a single muse blog or a multi muse?
hii hiii, hope you are having a good day too! sorry for the confusion, this is a single muse rp blog for my oc ezekiel :)
