DEAD GIRL ( ? )

[othersider]

lafoys

                         there’s a bit of admiration in usually void eyes, fingers itching

                        to reach out and touch the enticing fabric of this woman’s garb.              Little holds her back, as her manners are not particularly the greatest ---                  but this woman had the aura of someone who doesn’t fuck around.  

           ( someone who appreciates boundaries and isn’t afraid to reinforce them. )

                so, for once, the dead girl resists her temptation and just stares,        only whispering after a few seconds of silence; who knows if the other is listening.

                                                   “ ....pretty. “

[othersider]

0xa00001

                numbness is what she felt right now, but she always does.                    unlike others, her sense of pain was so fucked that she didn’t            know she was bleeding until it started staining her clothes, or leaking              into her eyes. She knows something is bad now, though, after               the incident in the alleyway. ( brick walls usually hurt people,                     so getting your skull rammed into one wasn’t good. )           pale fingers touch the blood that currently ruins her hair ; brows furrow.                      Lady feels nothing. But she knows something’s wrong.

                                             “ --- ..... hm. “

[othersider]

  ofhxnters

                        “ --- put the gun down, you idiot. "

          the words come out raspy, voice cracking from the harsh                strain she puts on herself to get her anger across          ( which is so rarely expressed in the melancholic teen. )     A small hand currently pressed into the broad chest of her companion,      the simple touch managing to hold a snarling beast back from attack.           Hunters piss him off ; they only aggravate Lady when its                her friend they threaten. 

            “ you hunters always --- jump the gun. literally... “

[othersider]

voshul

                    I’VE NEVER MET A DRAGON BEFORE.     EXCEPT ONCE. SHE ALMOST ATE ME. THAT WAS NICE.

             she knows this one isn’t going to eat her though ; he’s in disguise,        and unless he was the Hannibal Lecter sort, flesh wouldn’t be on            his menu today. At least, that’s the hope. The last time she had a maneater                    on her tail, it didn’t end too well for either parties.            ( let’s just say she lost a chunk & he lost a bigger chunk. )                 This man has her curious, however. Why else would                          she have left the shade to sit next to him ? 

      I LIKE YOUR DISGUISE. IT REMINDS ME OF VICTORIAN GOTHICS.                     EDGAR ALLEN POE WOULD LIKE YOU.

[othersider]

strategistic

            the heat is, quite honestly, killing her --- or what little remains of her, h a h.                  Summer was slowly coming to an end with the coming month,            but it could not come fast enough. And, despite the unbearable heat, the               small girl refuses to shed her long sleeve, pale skin needing protection                    from harsh rays, less she wanted alabaster skin to be lobster red.               With her head held down against the park bench, loud groaning comes                              from her, a protest against the current heatwave.

                                                “ --- fuck off, sun. “

[othersider]

starter call.

[othersider]

             GONE GIRL. DEAD GIRL. NEVER COMING BACK GIRL. 

           “ remember that, the next time you wake up in the middle of the night,                                          you’re no longer alone. “

[othersider]

omacek said: “–I’ve hacked up nastier crap than tar, little girl.” The salt ensues; Red got a good laugh out of it.

                      “ really ? because bile & vomit isn’t that terrible. “           she’s awfully bitter tonight, moreso than usual. maybe she was              just trying to pick a nerve ; helps her relax sometimes.

[othersider]

omacek said: lady no

at least the goop i hack up isn’t from my lungs slowly withering away from being coated in tobacco. 

[othersider]

                         “ --- smoking is bad for you. “ 

                 ( it’s practically suicide. killing yourself slowly with each           addictive puff taken to your lungs. tobacco, the world’s largest killer,                             and it wasn’t even living. funny. ) 

[vindictivevirus-archive]

His lips purse when she takes his handkerchief, but he’s used to her ODD notions. At least she looks better - Alex still thinks her absent sense of pain may  indeed be congenital insensitivity to pain - or something else altogether.       “Yeah. Might as well.” ‘She’ probably refers to Kai. And The other       named is probably her significant other that Alex would rather stay      away from - refusing to look too PROTECTIVE over the few people       that he does jam rather haphazardly under his wings.       “Well, he probably wouldn’t like me either,                   and I don’t really intend too much for us to meet.” The virus stoops to pick up a lost penny and offers it to her in SILENCE     while he follow her to the eatery before he lets her come to his dingy apartment. 

[othersider]

                  a blank expression is temporarily lit at the conformation,        finding a sense of comfort in the fact that she wouldn’t have               to sleep at her usual home tonight. Beyond Kai & Mr. Bones,       Alex seemed to be the only other person that gained the girl’s complicated             system of trust. Maybe it was because she felt more                    comfortable with o d d creatures. 

            “ --- he doesn’t like anyone. Other than Kai. He might try to bite your                  hand off if you got too close. But I guess you’d do the same. “         the copper piece is turned slowly between small fingers, never               once looking up from it until they stood in the doorway                     of the restaurant she led him to.                           “ ...shokuhin. “

[bupagentkent]

      “That’s… Well, that’s clever, I’ll admit it, but it doesn’t        apply to everything,” Kent countered. He was going to        give an example, but found his wellspring of ideas running        pitifully dry. He pressed his lips into a thin, pale line and        said nothing else.

[othersider]

                  ‘ IS IGNORANCE REALLY BLISS ? ‘ 

             what more could she expect ? society is so frequently told that              something can only be real if it is seen with your own eyes ; if              you cannot see it, it simply does not exist. It is a tactic commonly              used to dismiss the anxiety of life existing beyond this physical              plane. Finally, her gaze shifts away,

                 ‘ I SUPPOSE IT’S BETTER YOU REMAIN BLIND.     WHAT REMAINS INVISIBLE TO YOU CAN BE RATHER FRIGHTENING. ‘

[othersider]

starter call !!!

[bupagentkent]

      “Excuse me?” Kent raises his arm and brushes the        bare threads of lint from the sleeve, and then he cast        a curious look in the girl’s direction. There was an air        of strangeness about her– but he wasn’t in tune enough        with his more abstract senses to know this was a warning        sign.

       “You’ve got a… Active and morbid imagination.”

[othersider]

             ( imagination. ) that’s probably the nicer title to her. . . abilities.              Head cants & eyes narrow, vacant gaze unblinkingly focused              on the man before her. Finely sharpened claws cease their              curious tug & pull on the other man’s shirt, and the demon              withdraws, an unseen shadow behind the small girl. 

          ‘ JUST BECAUSE YOU CAN NOT SEE HIM                     DOES NOT MEAN HE IS NOT REAL. ‘

[othersider]

starter call !!!

[touchedbythehandofgod1987-deact]

who needs hoes when you have demons constantly on the verge of tearing you apart from the inside

[dxmonenjxger-archived-deactivat]

⊰♘⊱── That must be the feeling I was getting from here. Amelia thought to herself, the high spiritual presence was hard to ignore. It’s what coaxed her into coming to this place, a chill run up the blondes spine. “What are you exactly? I can tell that you’re half here and half there but what are you?” She asked showing genuine intrigue in the seemingly young person.

[othersider]

                  she’ll give a silent laugh, shoulders raised, head shaking.                     what was she ? no one really knew, and she never openly spoke of it.                                    ( certainly wouldn’t tell a prying stranger,                                 no matter how many beasties they deal with. )                      pale lips distort to a scowl as she wrote almost viciously on the board,                                     a guttural noise echoing from her companion.

           ‘ IT’S RUDE TO ASK PEOPLE THAT. WHERE ARE YOUR MANNERS ? ‘