Carrion, my wayward son.

Carrion, Twenty-seven, Northpoint. Extremely charismatic, intelligent and cunning; He is grossly manipulative and deceptive; He is a polyamorous pansexual; A pathological liar; A sexual sadist; And a psychopath.

[psycharrion-blog]

Fog carpeted the cemetery floor. The only noise for yards was the distant hum of traffic and the buzzing of a street light above. Carrion pulled in thick smoke from a joint held loosely between his narrow lips. His chest expanded as his lungs filled. Exhaling, a grey cloud rose into the still night air. His broad-shouldered body slouched against the cold, hard tin that made up the walls of a large shed as his head swam with thoughts gone astray.

Suddenly, the sound of a twig breaking beneath a clumsy foot drew Carrion from his haze. He held his position and listened for any more movement...

[helenamarx]

“Hey, for once, I got something other than bills!”

[psycharrion-blog]

Oliver didn’t so much as give an acknowledging hum.

[courtneybillings-deactivated201]

Sadie.

[psycharrion-blog]

How old are you? Where do you work?

[serenaharrison-deactivated20150]

[psycharrion-blog]

Well... I suppose I’ll leave you to it then.

[courtneybillings-deactivated201]

– I’m on my lunch break you have fifteen minutes. 

[psycharrion-blog]

Well, your name would be a good place to start.

[magnuskai]

“Well you’re just a great big ball of sunshine. Suppose you’re right though; birthdays are sort of meaningless. After a while they stop even tracking development and just become a countdown.”

[psycharrion-blog]

If humans had any sense, birthdays wouldn’t be recognised at all.

[serenaharrison-deactivated20150]

[psycharrion-blog]

[esmeglass-blog]

That’s quite sweet of you to say. 

Why, of course not. I’m Caroline.

[psycharrion-blog]

Caroline. Ahh, song of happiness. Right? 

[psycharrion-blog]

Excuse me. Err, I couldn’t help but notice you. There’s something quite iridescent about the way you hold yourself. That, and, you look a lot like someone I used to know. I’d kick myself if I let you walk out of the coffee shop without knowing your name...

I’m Carrion. Would you mind if I sat with you for a moment?

[magnuskai]

“Officially 19. Doesn’t feel much different than 18. Birthdays become so disappointing after you have, like, 14 of them” 

[psycharrion-blog]

Birthdays are merely symbolic of how another year has gone by and how little you’ve grown. No matter how desperately you wish for a better version of yourself to emerge with each flicker of candles upon your cake, it’ll never happen. For the rest of your sad, pathetic life, this is who you are until the bitter end. I’d wish you a happy birthday, but there’s no such thing.

[psycharrion-blog]

Long time, no see. Hello, darlin’.

[intclligencer]

“Are you shitting me, dude? Get on yer fucking merry way, adios.”

[psycharrion-blog]

“Not so fast,” Carrion purred. He clamped his hand around the young mans arm and spun him towards his chest. Carrion swiftly locked his forearm under his throat. “You see,” he began, with a flash of his badge, “you’re in a world of trouble, young man. You’re not going anywhere, but down to the station. I tried to warn you.” 

[luca-connolly]

Interesting timing, but to each their own.

[psycharrion-blog]

You should train your mind to lucid dream. Being an insomniac, you’d have a good success rate and it’s less sinister than roaming the streets at night.

[ellewellyn]

No, not really. It’s what most people call working for a living and it’s kind of exhausting, so…

[psycharrion-blog]

[intclligencer]

“Is that any of your business?”

[psycharrion-blog]

‘It most certainly is. You’d be wise to cooperate.”

[chef-ro-duval-blog]

I do, actually. It’s the only thing that will calm me down after a nightmare. 

[psycharrion-blog]

People are worse than the monsters in your dreams.

[lukerasch]

What? You mean, like you?

[psycharrion-blog]

Precisely. However, I’m of no immediate threat. I assure you.