The Stray and The Innocent

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What should I name her?

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Laura sat at the coffee shop as she looked over her work. She sighed as she browsed thought her photos. None of them were good enough for the computation that was due next month.she need to take some great photos if she planned on winning.

'' maybe I should hire a model?'' she took a sip of her tea. Professional models were expensive and she couldn't afford them.  Most of her friends were camera shy which was ironic consider her occupation. scouting for a model seemed like the more reasonable option but she didn't enjoy scouting. it was such a tiring part of the job. 

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blurredtruths‌:

      He smiled some. It always made him glad to hear nice things like this when it comes to family. “Ah that’s such a nice thing to do for him.” He told her as he made his way outside with her and began walking down the side walk.

      “There’s a few shops around here that we can look at. I’m sure there will be collectible small buildings in some stores. I’ve seen some of the Seoul tower and of a few other known attractions as well.” He explained.

Laura giggled. “ I enjoy surprising every time I get home with a gift.  I should buy him some snacks too.” One of her little joys in life is giving gifts to her friends and family to show them that even far she was thinking about them.

“ Oh, those are so cute.” The pastel-colored shop caught her attention. There were small animal plushies and bright colored trinkets that Laura liked. “ Oh that snake necklace is adorable... and that saying something coming from me.” Snakes were her least favorite animals.

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“A trial, for us? Strange that they would be willing.”

A family focused on hunting demons, and protecting humans? Kare soon gained the impression the trial was for their own pleasure instead of to show demon kind any mercy– In a way, he can’t blame them, but he also can’t help what he needs.

Just as other demons struggle.

“… You have a point, humans can be varied, and some types are more rare than others.”

Fond of her, he seemed. But alas, though demons may become keen of who they are contracted to, the price at the end is always the same. Morals, and the like, are often avoided due to such.

Golden hues widening, Kare studied the mark on the other’s neck. A binding of a contract? Though Kare himself didn’t work with such seals, he was equally bound by his masters will using his full name in the same sense.

“I see, it’s there for her use, but it’s avoided. That is a kind master you have, funny, for us demons to have them.”

You wouldn’t think someone contracted to a demon would be the kind type. Though this other demon did seem to have an issue Kare often came across, feelings for their masters.

“Is it a win-win? Won’t it be a shame when you get her soul?”

And why was a family of demon hunters allowing this deal between them, if they were allowing it?

  “ I know. I would do such restricting contact with anyone. I love my freedom.” There nothing he hated more than being chained or controlled. With his current contractor, he was still free as a bird, but he often wondered if one day she would use that power against him.

So far she never asked for something he disliked. Most of her requests, he was happy to oblige. It mostly because he liked her so much so her request was never a burden. He likes it when she depends on him. But what if one day he took his freedom away. Would he still like her? Would he grow to hate her? It was a depressing thought that he never wanted to think about.

“ Shame? “ He hasn’t really given it much thought. It was an entire goal of contract after all. She knew that full well when she signed it.  She will never see be reunite with her friends and family again. She probably is unhappy. If Shane wasn’t a selfish person, he would probably felt guilty about taking her soul.

“ Not really. I am only taking her soul after she naturally dies of old age. She gets to have a full life with me as her guard dog. Her soul is only a fair payment.”  He gets her soul for all eternity would is so bad about that. His tone shifted his earlier easygoing one. He sounded serious, bitter and slightly annoyed. It was clear that this line of conversation wasn’t going to go so well.

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The Writer’s Performance

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abrasife‌:

The library was a place the student was quite familiar with for someone of his age. Most kept to their homes and hardly visited this large structure due to having the things they needed for research at school or within their residences. Unfortunately for him, he didn’t have access to much of anything at home, and the school library was booked on both laptops and had little to offer him with research material. Though, the teen wasn’t actually short on the research material itself, he did need internet connection to access the required electronic sources in order to write his paper. If it wasn’t easy to guess from that statement alone, Keith did not have internet at home, nor did he have a computer to work with.

With that complication, he was forced to go to the library almost daily to get any work done. Why did all his classes require everything to be done online ? It’d be much easier on him if he could handwrite things. Or actually, he might be forced to type it up anyway with his handwriting being inconsistent in legibility. Having the checked out laptop tucked under his arm, Keith made his way towards the study room he had reserved to use for the afternoon. Three o’clock was an optimal time for him to get something done since he didn’t have classes for the remainder of the day, and he’d easily get home before dark. The boy disliked walking home after sunset for a reason; bad things could happen.

He was slightly late this time, having been held up by one of his teachers wanting to talk with him after class. Hopefully nobody had decided to be a jerk and take the room because he was late. It wouldn’t be the first time someone did that should he get to the room and find a person inside without a reservation. As much as he’d like to sort things out calmly, most scenarios forced him to grab the librarian to check the reservation times and kick the unwanted occupant out of the room so he could actually use the room he had placed his name on.

Unfortunately, upon reaching the door to the study room he had reserved for the current hour, he had peeked in to see a dark haired woman acting out some weird motions and picked up some cringe-y snippets of dialogue. Was she acting out some sort of script by herself ? Well, it didn’t matter; it was his turn to use the room. This lady had overstayed her welcome. With his free hand, the redhead placed his knuckles against the door below the window, then proceeded to knock on the wood. His eyes fixed on the door handle, watching for its movement.

The woman’s voice increased in volume as her face dramatically switched expressions. Ugh, she didn’t hear the knocking. Knowing the door was unlocked, Keith turned the doorknob and opened the door. He stood in the doorway in silence, waiting for her theatrics to end before speaking up while he adjusted his grip on the laptop under his arm. 

❝ Excuse me, but it’s my turn to use this room, ❞ he stated as his gaze fixated on the eccentric woman.

His voice snapped her out of her one-man performance. She instinctively looked at the clock with a surprised look. ” Oh, has it been three hours already?!”  wow, time does fly. She was pretty sure it was 2:00 afew minutes ago. 

 Elisa didn’t look particular embarrassed that someone saw her private performance, although she was slightly annoyed that someone saw her incomplete work. It didn’t reach her usual standard for an audience. She didn’t expect someone to reserve the last slot this late. She was hoping to reserve the room until the library close. Oh, how annoying?! she didn’t even finish anything new after an entire three hours and now she needed to move her stuff that completely dominated the room. The small conference table was filled with a book, papers, and reference drawings of characters. it was a bloody mess that would take a while to clean up.

“ Oh... well that is going to take a while... why don’t take a seat while I sort out that mess.”  maybe she can do some research outside or something? Staying in a closed room for three hours without a break was really depressing. She started sorting out her things and putting them inside her back bag. Her book collection was a sight to see. It went from the morbid like the big book of pain: torture & punishment through history to self-help book that mainly centered around relationships and love. Bottom line, her things were all over the place.

She wasn’t exactly rushing her leave. She took her time packing her things. it may come as an attempt to annoy the other person. It was just her being thorough with her work. She didn’t want to misplace any of her important material and she didn’t care if she came out as rude. 

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The writer’s performance ( Open RP)

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“What even is a redeemable villain?” I shook my head, asking more in philosophical sense. I obviously understood the term in theory, but I felt like in reality it did not make sense. I mean imagine some burn down your town, okay? Imagining that? Good. Now tell me, would you forgive him because “he was doing it for his family”? No? Yeah - me neither! I would shot him into balls, that’s what I would do! Redeemable my ass.

“I get that, though.” I paused a little bit, listening to her. “I am not… sure. Maybe he would, but only if the reader didn’t know he was doing it on purpose? Because… well, I am speaking from personal stance, of course, but if I read about guy like that I would think “wow what a dick” if he was just ‘venting frustration’ you know? Although nowadays you can get away with practically anything so what do I know.”

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“ well, a redeemable villain is usually ones who have a noble goal but use underhanded methods to achieve them.” She personally enjoyed those type of villains, but in the same type, she wanted to do more with her new work. “ but in the end, they are still the bad guy.” 

“ You know the Dexter guy from that serial killer show? I kinda want a villain like that. He does good but at the same time, his motives aren’t exactly pure. For example, a gang is terrorizing a neighborhood and the law can’t catch them. if I focus on the gang’s horrible action and make the reader despise them and then my main villain dispose of them for personal reasons and as a side effect, he saves the entire neighborhood.  A bad guy that is mistaken for a vigilante.” 

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Haunted House

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loveborneties‌:

The floor boards creaked as Sachiko walked through the house. An abandoned home might not be most people’s first choice, but for Sachiko and her younger sister, it was quite perfect. Nobody bothered them much, or at all for that matter. And they liked that.

So naturally, when the zombie saw a stranger in their home, she wasn’t really surprised. People liked places that they thought were haunted, right? Maybe she should say something…

“…boo…”

Probably not that.

Laura nearly jumped out of her skin in fright. She was expecting the actual place to be haunted. Responding to her fear the beast in her shadow growled. The sound echoed in the house snapping Laura out of her initial surprise.

With an embarrassed smile, she faced the girl“ Oh...you scared me...” She tried to calm down to prevent the beast from escaping her shadow. The girl didn’t look that dangerous so there was a need for it to attack anyone. 

“ Do you live here by any chance?” The house didn’t exactly look lived in. Was she another person wanting to explore the rumored haunted house.

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Haunted House

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  How could her friends ask her to do something like that? She hated scary things but she couldn’t go back on her word so she was stuck in this haunted house until the morning with no way back.

“ well, it would be interesting if I could take a picture of a real ghost.” She was trying to look on the bright side but it wasn’t exactly working. She was a bit jumpy.

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The Writer’s Performance

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It wasn't unusual for Elisa to act out scenes from her own writings in public. She usually judged her scene's quality on the people’s reactions. Today, however, she preferred to perform in a private place. The scene was rather heavy and needed a lot of rewrites so she didn’t want such to perform an incomplete scene. It was also a fun way to practice her second favorite hobby acting. She reserved a study room for three hours.

With a heavy sigh and a gloomy expression, she recited her lines in a depressing tone. “ When you look at me you always see someone else.... someone braver, stronger ......” She paused for dramatical effect. “ Someone you admire and care about....someone who isn’t me”

Her expression did 180 she passionately shouted with a flustered face.. “ THAT ISN’T TRUE.... I..care about you... you are my friend...”  Elisa was so engrossed in her character that she didn’t notice her reservation had ended fifteen minutes ago.

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hellboundvirtue‌:

Kare had similar experience– Power was often sought for revenge, and would lead to contracting with a demon for gained goals. The dark emotions were more than welcome to him, but at times he would grow too attached to his host, making their terms more difficult.

“I-I see, that sure does sound like a difficult relationship. Is there a reason she dislikes us? Though considering what I a lot of us do, I can’t really blame her.”

He was no stranger to violent demons, but the other was lucky indeed, Kare was not as much, but was still unable to die in his own way.

With the following laughter, Kare couldn’t help but smile, shaking his head.

“I see, it sounds like a… fun relationship you two had. You seem to have cared about her quite a bit.”

He had to wonder what happened between them, but perhaps that wasn’t his place.

“Hmm… That may be difficult, especially because it’s power I may need to protect myself. But as a last resort, I will consider that idea… I’m no stranger to seals and I do know of some people who may be able to help me with it.”

“Have you ever needed one?”

Shane shrugged. “ Her family is infamous for hunting our kind in the past. They the protectors of the human world. Nowadays they are more like the human police. They would even give you a trail to defend yourself.” He wasn’t sure if that was a good or a bad thing considering the jury and judge aren’t exactly neutral when it comes to demons.

“ Oh, she was the most fun I had in centuries. “ He deliberately avoided the caring part. “ You don’t get to meet someone so stupidly earnest. The rare breed even among humans.”  Not even in death would he admit how much he valued her company. 

“ needed no?... “ He responded before pointing at his throat. Some sort seal appeared on his skin. “ This my contract sign with Jordy, my contractor. if ever misbehaved I am sure she wouldn’t hesitate to pull that leash.....” Despite saying that, the real leash was one on his heart. He would never do anything despicable enough for her to hate him. “ Although I don’t plan on getting her to use it.... she hates using its compulsion powers. She is too straightlaced for that.” He willingly gave such contract to her because he knew she would rather die than misused it.

“ It is a win-win situation for me. I got her soul without doing much and with an entertaining company to boot” Unlike his previous contractor, she didn’t see him as a tool.

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Rolling her eyes, the woman hid her sympathy with a long sigh. “You give her way too much credit, boss. But sure, I’ll believe your credibility when you say she isn’t the type to stab you in the back.” With a shrug, the woman threw her head back, yawning onto her sleeve. There is only suspicion lying underneath her reckless demeanor. “Maybe she isn’t messing around and she’s just trying to keep your nose out of her business.” Irina proposed, seemingly unimpressed with his sister’s actions. It was either the girl herself was a terrible actress or simply oblivious to her actions. Had it been her, she wouldn’t have gotten caught in the first place. 

A noise leaves her lips as the cookies and tea were laid on the table. Drool began to build up from the corner of her lips at the scent, it was homemade. Eagerly taking a sip of the beverage, she felt her body relax slightly from all the adrenaline that coursed through her veins. Smiling sheepishly at the exhausted man, she bit into the cookie and savored the sweetness.

“Of course, that’s why you hired me after all. But then…” Unable to resist putting her offers out, she leaned in closer. “You know, I could always handle it if you don’t want to. Not without raising the prices, though. You wouldn’t have to lift a finger.” She proposed, but she highly doubts that he’d agree. Saif did look like the type who wants to see everything unfold in front of his every eyes, after all.

Saif scowled he checked on the food cooking. “ She always liked to do everything herself.” Their parents were a rarely around and the two of them took care of each other as kids. He used to look up to his sister as a child. It wasn’t until a certain fallout with families’ elders that his sister left them. He was only ten when he was left with the full responsibility of his younger siblings. He still resented her for abandoning him them, but he also wished she could depend on him sometimes.

“ Of course she isn’t. As much as I fu.. hate her guts sometimes, we are still family and I trust her to watch my back.”  His tone was laced with angry, but it spoke of the complete trust he had for her.

“ if she still is joking around then she is fine at least. She seems aware that I hired you somehow.” He supposed her years as mercenary weren’t for show. 

That was a tempting offer. Money wasn’t an issue and it would give him peace of mind to deal with the situation as fast as possible.“ No, as much as I want to end this, I don’t want anything incriminating traced back to the company.” It was bad enough he dragged someone like her into this. “ if you can prove that one behind the threats then I would deal with personally.”  He already had a rough plan in mind. It was only a matter of preparations. He also didn’t want to put Irena in a dangerous situation either. Even if she is better equipped to deal with such things.

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Photo of a stranger ( Open RP)

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abrasife‌:

Once I find a good shot, I can’t help myself. Um, wasn’t that an excuse almost every photographer said when taking photos of unsuspecting people ? But, to be fair, if they asked first, they probably wouldn’t be able to get a natural posture or expression, especially if the subject was camera shy. And, maybe this woman did make a habit of taking photos as soon as she saw a potential good one. It was probably similar to an artist wanting to immediately grab a canvas and paint as soon as an inspiring image came to mind. He could… somewhat relate to that, he guessed. Might as well cut her some slack.

His eyes widened for a moment upon her picking up the pencil. They then shifted to the open bag hung on his left shoulder, peering inside to see if the pencil was actually in there or not. Upon seeing the empty slot where he would’ve had the drawing tool, his gaze went back to the other, who was now holding out his sketching utensil. How clumsy of him. He took out his sketchbook and placed it inside his bag; if he didn’t and ended up moving his arms to grab the pencil first, it’d fall to the ground and potentially fold pages. After putting the sketchbook away properly, Keith took the pencil from her grasp and placed it inside his bag, in it’s special holder.

Her offer was a little persistent. Or at least it sounded that way to him. She must really want to keep this photo. Was it really that good anyway ? What good would possibly come out of a photo featuring someone sketching a cat that just so happened to be cooperative ? It wasn’t like he’d allow her to submit it to any competitions or anything or keep it in the first place. It was one thing if family had taken the photo, but she was a stranger.  The teen didn’t even allow friends of his to keep photos because, well, it was embarrassing. And to be honest, he didn’t like being in photos to begin with.

Yet, upon seeing the photo itself, he had to agree it didn’t look half bad (okay, it was pretty good). So this was what it was like having a professional take a photo. The photo was actually decently appealing to look at if anything, and since he was being generous about admitting things, he might as well comment that he would probably consider hanging it on the wall in his room (that is, if he were even comfortable with people knowing of this stupid hobby of his anyway). But, did he really want her, this stranger, to keep a photo of him ? Definitely not.

His right hand moved to grip the bag’s strap as he responded to her offer, ❝ Even if this photo isn’t bad, I’m not going to take it, ❞ the redhead replied bluntly, ❝ I don’t like displaying photos of things I’d rather not have people know about. ❞ 

  Laura pouted at his blunt response. It was such a waste to delete such a good photo. She really hoped he would at least keep it for his personal use. She childishly sulked as she fiddled with her camera. 

“ Too bad then.” Despite her personal feelings, she was still a professional so she placed the camera in front of him as she promptly deleted the photo. It looked like the simple action of pressing the delete button was physically painful for her. She disliked wasting photos especially good ones. 

Her attention was drawn to the cat laying on the fountain and her mood shifted. Now the cat was a much cuter subject. She laid on the grass softly as she observed the tabby cat incomplete silence waiting for a good shot. It was sunny out and natural lighting was perfect for taking bright and cheerful themed photos.

For someone who was normally so full of energy, Laura could stand still for hours to get the perfect shot. Her focus when it came to photography was pretty ironic since she couldn’t stay focus for long on anything else. Photography was her passion and drive. Anyone who saw her taking photos could see her dedication to her craft.

In a quick movement, she snapped a couple of quick shots of the cat. She checked her screen and giggled. Oh, those photos were super cute. 

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Writer’s troubles (Open Starter)

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enchantedpencilcomics‌:

“Those seem like realistic reactions!” Luke assured her. “Where does the plot go from there, though? Do either of them have some sort of goal? Something they need to achieve? That’s the best way to keep a plot compelling.” 

So far she didn’t seem to be struggling with writer’s block, the ideas were just spilling out onto him. Maybe she was just overwhelmed by deadlines… He could relate. 

“ Now this the heart of the problem... Lance’s backstory I got on lock, but his character is fickle and hard to write. Anna, on the other hand, I haven’t even decided what type of character is she. My editor wants me to hint at a romance between the two of them so their personalities should be compatible......” She wanted to pull her hair in frustrations. Why the romance part? She was shitty at writing good romantic relationships.

“ I was too focused on world-building that main characters became stall like a week only bread.” Writing chemistry between characters was hard already, but writing it with no concrete characters was impossible.