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{ outofsanity; hiatus
sorry guys. something happened to B, and i canāt reply without him. this should only be for a couple of weeks or a month, but i need to take care of him right now and he canāt do replies. i should be back soon.
i forgot to mention that i should still be online on my matt blog (thelegendofjeevas), but i won't be doing replies tonight. i'll still be there, though, in case anyone needs me.
{ outofsanity; hiatus
sorry guys. something happened to B, and i can't reply without him. this should only be for a couple of weeks or a month, but i need to take care of him right now and he can't do replies. i should be back soon.
{ outofsanity;
ayyyy guys i'm not ignoring any threads i haven't replied to but B is gone right now and i don't know why??? but he'll be back soon and i'll get back to replies i promise <3 sorry for the delay
{ outofsanity;
so guys i'm gonna be on my matt blog for the rest of the day and i seriously need more threads over there i will write the starters but pleeease people plot with me tell me to write a random starter i don't care but matt needs more love
thelegendofjeevas.tumblr.com y'know just in caseĀ
growing up, b was probably that wierd kid that chuckled to himself during class and ate glue and bugs and bought dead rodents in for show and tell
scream for me || open starter
ā¬ ā { Ā Ā Ā "Tell me when it dries,ā the raven instructed after seeing him drop his arm, rifling through the plastic bag for the tensor bandage he had purchased. It was very good quality, and he didnāt want to get it covered in the liquid the wet splint produced. āIāll have to wrap this around it to ensure that the splint doesnāt get damaged and it doesnāt move. It should harden soon.ā
Ā Ā Ā He sighed, glancing down at the wrist that was now covered.Ā
Ā Ā Ā "I find injury to be interesting. I like seeing how the body reacts to wounds, seeing how far I can push it and what the results will be. I think itās beautiful; certainly not gross or disgusting," B explained, crimson eyes sincere as they raised up to lock with Saturnās greenish ones.Ā
"Okay." He watched the other rummage around in the bag, though he was rather sure there wouldnāt be anything dangerous. He had been there and seen what the other had got from the store, anyway. There was just the issue of keeping calm.
"Well I just donāt see eye to eye with you on that, alright?" Saturn stated, meeting his gaze with a big of unease. "Just because you find something beautiful and nice doesnāt mean everyone else has to find it that way too.ā
ā¬ āĀ { Ā Ā Ā "I suppose that's fair," he replied with a nod, focusing his attention now on the window across the room. The raven had difficulty seeing the stars through it, even with perfect vision; the city lights were too bright in comparison. Letting out a sigh of disappointment, he turned his gaze calmly back to the brunet.
Ā Ā Ā "Now, all manipulation and games aside, IĀ would like to get to know you, Saturn," he spoke, his voice monotonous as the great detective's. One could tell by looking at him that he was tired and serious, and wanted no more than a regular, interesting conversation. It had been so long since he talked to someone that wasn't a psychiatrist; while he enjoyed the fear he instilled in the younger male, he wasn't in the mood to watch it grow. He simply wanted them to be civil, as he had suggested. All malice had left him for the night.
Nothing But A Figment
ā¬ ā { Ā Ā Sigh.Ā "Must you overreact to everything? As it seems, youĀ doĀ need me. You were anxious when faced with my absence, and since weāve frequently established that you donāt enjoy my company, the only remaining reason would be that Iām useful to you. But, itās alright, Mellsy. I wonāt make you tell me how much you need me. That much is already made clear.ā Bās voice was self-assured and pompous, which was not a surprise when his entire nature could be described as such.
Ā Ā Ā Beyond had been hoping that the knife would have remained a secret from the blond until the killer was able to use it, but he had recognized the likely possibility of it being found out all along. It did irritate him slightly when his headmate kicked it away as if it were nothing; the raven had chosen only the best, and he wouldāve at least liked to have kept it.
Ā Ā Ā Recognizing their close proximity to the base, B supposed he should stop taunting the other and inwardly whining about the loss of his weapon, and instead focus on the more pressing situation at hand.
Ā Ā Ā "Do you have any fraction of a plan, or are you going into this blindly and relying on impulse?"Ā
Ā Ā Ā Tch.Ā That was all he had to say in response to Bās little rant. Honestly, it seemed like he was trying to assure himself more so than irritate Mello. Regardless, they didnāt have time to throw insults and taunts at each other; the rival base was fast approaching and the sun was sure to rise soon.Ā
Iām intending on surviving this bullshit. Of course I have a fucking plan. Iāve got the whole base mapped out in my head. I know where I need to go.Ā
Ā Ā Ā Now in the rival baseās line of sight, he crouched and shuffled over to an armored truck parked outside of the base, pressing his back against the side to stay hidden from the guards out front. Quietly, he removed his pistol from itās resting place, reloaded his ammunition, then applied the silencer. All was well, so far.Ā
Before I continue, are you going to be helpful during this mission, or just a total dick?
Ā Ā Ā The blond had never been on a mission with B before ā let alone a mission at all ā so he thought it necessary to ask. Not that heād get an honest answer.
ā¬ āĀ { Ā Ā Eye roll.Ā Mellsy never won their arguments, he simply got irritated and stopped. This, of course, made him far less immature and much more logical than B himself was in that manner, but the raven would rather think of them as victories.Ā
Ā Ā Ā "You can't plan and prepare for everything. Things will not go entirely according to plan; are you ready for that?" he questioned idly, not seeming particularly concerned. He was, of course, but it was much more reasonable to act like he wasn't; the raven wasĀ neverĀ outwardly fazed by anything, and if he let the blond in on the fact that he was even slightly concerned for their lives, it would likely put him more on edge than he had to be.
Ā Ā Ā "Aren't I always the latter?" he retorted, before letting out a sigh and continuing on. "However, I will do my best to be as helpful as possible for the duration of the mission." His voice sounded resigned, as if it would be a true struggle for him to do this.Ā Ā "How are you going to get past the guards? Is there an unguarded entrance? Normally, I would suggest pretending to have business with them, but you'd certainly lose the element of surprise and independence."
scream for me || open starter
ā¬ ā { Ā Ā Ā In a very, very shallow way, he supposed he did care for the brunetās wellbeing. Not because he cared about him as a person, but simply because he was currently not only immensely useful, but entertaining and interesting in a way that B found very endearing. This, of course, had never stopped the killer from hurting his victims in the past.
Ā Ā Ā The half of his attention that was focused on the slight bubbling sound the splint material was emitting informed him that it had gone silent, and the raven turned to face it and quickly lifted it out of the water. He squeezed out any excess liquid, before flattening it on the fake wood dresser on which he had placed the bag, smoothing out the wrinkles. He then brought it over to Saturn, carefully wrapping it around his hand and wrist.Ā
Ā Ā Ā "Gross looking? I suppose it does look abnormal, but that certainly doesnāt make it gross." Subconsciously, he knew this was a reassurance to himself that abnormality did not equate disgust.
S watched curiously as he kept his arm steady for the benefit of the other and himself, as to not hurt himself any worse. Though it was Backupās doing and not his own even if he had possibly provoked him a little to do so.Ā
Once the raven haired kidnapper was finished, Saturn looked over the handiwork seemingly satisfied with the result. The brunet didnāt want to move it much yet though, as it would obviously end in pain on his part.
"Are you kidding? Itās all swollen and bruised all over. Sure abnormality doesnāt equate to disgust all the time, but in this case it does," Saturn huffed a little, letting his arm fall to his side.
ā¬ āĀ { Ā Ā Ā "Tell me when it dries," the raven instructed after seeing him drop his arm, rifling through the plastic bag for the tensor bandage he had purchased. It was very good quality, and he didn't want to get it covered in the liquid the wet splint produced. "I'll have to wrap this around it to ensure that the splint doesn't get damaged and it doesn't move. It should harden soon."
Ā Ā Ā He sighed, glancing down at the wrist that was now covered.Ā
Ā Ā Ā "I find injury to be interesting. I like seeing how the body reacts to wounds, seeing how far I can push it and what the results will be. I think it's beautiful; certainly not gross or disgusting," B explained, crimson eyes sincere as they raised up to lock with Saturn's greenish ones.Ā
closed rp || j33v4s
[txt]: I will most certainly take that as a challenge.
[txt]: Your phone number isnāt the only thing I know. I also know your address and your current location.
[text] then you should come over
[text] tie me up
[text] and have some fun.
[text] iām cool with bloodplay and sharp objects just please leave my limbs, eyes, ears, etc in tact.
[txt]: I can't leave my current location at the moment, however tempting the offer. I have surveillance to attend to.
5 People Have Joined the Game!
ā¬ ā { Ā Ā Ā "Everyone is going to die; that is an inevitability that none can escape. Focusing on death more than life makes for a less than satisfying existence, donāt you think?ā he questioned, keeping his gaze focused on the stumbling gamer. Bās entire life was dedicated to death, now; this is something he would know better than anyone.
Ā Ā Ā Nodding at the reassurance, he continued on in the direction of his apartment, hands sliding into the pockets of his dirty, blue jeans.Ā
Ā Ā Ā "I would rather you didnāt remember my address, Mail. Safety reasons, of course. I drive occasionally, but I prefer to walk. And lastly, I enjoy wandering the streets at night. I find it to be calming; the city lights and the general lack of people makes it a much more tolerable experience than during the day."
"Many ancient civilizations focused on the afterlife and making it as good as possible-"Ā hiccupĀ "-and they came up with some pretty good stuff anyway, like, likeā¦ the roman Colosseum and shit." Matt rarely focused on death itself, but he just liked to argue.Ā
"P-please. You think Iām going to remember any of this in the morning?" He laughed. "I just wanna know vaguely how far I am from my house- maybe I could stumble my way back." He laughed again. His jokes were just hilarious.Ā
They walked for a while, Matt trying his very best not to get distracted- though it wasnāt working.Ā
ā¬ āĀ { Ā Ā Ā "They also feared the afterlife more than anything; they lived their lives according to rules that they normally wouldn't have been held back by because they didn't want to be punished after death. It's a rather controlled lifestyle, and that's something I've never appreciated," he replied, now slightly interested in their conversation. It seemed the gamer could still debate well enough while intoxicated, despite his declaration of 'the Roman Colosseum and shit'.
Ā Ā Ā "I don't want you stumbling your way back," taking him quite literally without considering the fact that he might've been joking. "You'll be easily found at your own address. I'll return you when you're safe," he explained, tone monotonous as they walked down the somewhat quiet street. B truly didn't think he owed the redhead anything, but it seemed like it would be quite useful to have him in his debt as well as on his good side. He could be a valuable asset, and the raven planned to use that as best as he could.
{ outofsanity;
hey just letting everyone know that my skype is being a little bitch and it's not sending my messages (or sending them very sporadically), and i'm only receiving about half of them. any rps from skype will have to be moved here, as well as conversations.
{ outofsanity;
no replies today on either account. sorry.
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send me a ā¾ for my muse waking up to find yours in their bed in the middle of night
ā¬ āĀ { Ā Ā Ā It had been four days since the raven had last slept, and the moment he had woken up that morning, he had known that today would be the day he would finally allow himself to lapse into unconsciousness one more. What he didn't know upon waking was that his sleep would be rudely interrupted. In his dream, he was with L; they weren't having a pleasant encounter, at least on the detective's part. B was quite enjoying himself. But when a beeping sound grew more prominent in his dream, he began questioning where it was coming from. As it got louder and more inexplicable, he finally came to the conclusion that he was waking up. Crimson eyes with heavy lids slid open, and the source of the sound was now clear to him. It was coming from a video game. Looking around the room, it took him very little time to pinpoint the source; it was Matt, and he was in his bed.
Ā Ā Ā "Jeeves, what, exactly, are you doing in my bed?" he questioned groggily, too utterly exhausted to feel anything more than confusion.
5 People Have Joined the Game!
ā¬ ā { Ā Ā Ā He raised an eyebrow, considering the gamerās statement. āYes, butĀ no oneāsĀ lifespan can be changed; if no one tried to stay alive simply due to the inevitability of their death, the world would never progress. We would all simply die, leading meaningless lives in fear of our own demise. I often think that animals lead better lives without the concept of time.ā He brought a thumb to his lips as he spoke, staring up at the star-speckled, twinkling sky.Ā
Ā Ā Ā B nodded, pulling himself quickly into a crouch and then to his feet; he wouldnāt have accepted a helping hand up, regardless of whether or not the hacker was drunk. Turning to walk in the direction of his apartment, he shifted his head in an uncomfortable manner to see if the younger male was following.
"But nobody else knows about the lifespan thingy." Mattās words were growing closer and closer together, but he refused to let himself fall into the drunken slurring of words. "So it doesnāt matter. Theyāll keep on living and shit and Iāll be reassured by the inability to escape my certain demise. Win-win, no?"Ā
He stumbled at first, but kept his balance. When B turned to look back Matt grinned at him, giving him a small wave as though that would reassure him that everything was a-okay. āWhere do you live, anyway?ā Maybe if he remembered where he was, he could remember how to get home. āDo you ever drive? Why were you even wandering around here like me?ā
ā¬ āĀ { Ā Ā Ā "Everyone is going to die; that is an inevitability that none can escape. Focusing on death more than life makes for a less than satisfying existence, don't you think?" he questioned, keeping his gaze focused on the stumbling gamer. B's entire life was dedicated to death, now; this is something he would know better than anyone.
Ā Ā Ā Nodding at the reassurance, he continued on in the direction of his apartment, hands sliding into the pockets of his dirty, blue jeans.Ā
Ā Ā Ā "I would rather you didn't remember my address, Mail. Safety reasons, of course. I drive occasionally, but I prefer to walk. And lastly, I enjoy wandering the streets at night. I find it to be calming; the city lights and the general lack of people makes it a much more tolerable experience than during the day."
āø
Text: B, Iām lost. I was trying to find this 24 hour gaming store, but I took a wrong turn. Iām somewhere near Davidson st. Come get me.
A soft growl sounded from Mattās stomach as he received permission from B to find his own food. He was okay with eating jam, he was okay with anything really, but he much preferred other things. He nodded in agreement, it would only take him a few minutes, and went off towards the freezer aisle of the small store.
The windows of the coolers were covered in condensation, but Matt knew exactly where his food would be. He opened the second cooler and found his Hot Pockets. There were three kinds, but the only one that interested Matt was the box of twelve pepperoni hot pockets. He grabbed it, the last one he noted, and closed the cooler door.
The red head glanced around for B, but didnāt immediately spot him. Panic had started to form in the gamerās chest when he noticed the slightest bit of Raven hair in the center aisle. Heād forgotten that the man always crouched down when he was standing. Feeling relieved, Matt grabbed a 24 pack of Dr Pepper and went up to the counter to wait for B.Ā
ā¬ ā { Ā Ā Ā Upon the redheadās return, B inspected the items that he held in his hands; they certainly werenāt gourmet, but not much could be expected of a 24-hour convenience store.Ā
Ā Ā Ā "Frozen cuisine at its finest," the raven commented with an amused smirk; although, he himself was no better. While he did eat meals other than jam, the only things he knew how to cook were instant noodles and frozen, pre-made meals. Otherwise, he went out to eat, but this was quite rare.
Ā Ā Ā As the line moved up when the customer in front of them left, B set two jars of jam down on the counter in front of him. Consuming at least eight jars a day, the killer would have normally bought at least that amount, but this was a no-name brand of strawberry jam that he didnāt have much faith in. He would have to make a trip tomorrow to his favorite specialty store that he frequented weekly.
Ā Ā Ā Turning to wait for Matt to place his items before the cashier, B estimated the rough value of the products they were purchasing and handed the woman a few bills.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Matt shifted awkwardly from foot to foot as he watched B pay for his selections. He wasnāt used to people paying for his things, and, for some reason, it made him uncomfortable. Before the cashier could take Bās money, Matt finally couldnāt take it and quickly pushed his bank card into her hand, pushing Bās hand away in the process. His heart hammered in his chest as he defied the man, but he couldnāt stop himself.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā If B payed for things that were then given to Matt the man would have something to hold over him, and Matt didnāt want that at all. The few times Mello had purchased something for the red head, he had held it over his head for weeks afterwords. Matt shuddered at the though of some of the things heād had to do to repay Mello for even the smallest things. No, it wasnāt worth letting B buy him things.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āHe always pays, itās my turn,ā Matt lied to the cashier, offering her a smile. She smiled back at him and accepted the card, winking at B. āYouāve got a keeper,ā she said in an overly cutesy voice. Matt wanted to choke her. Hopefully B didnāt choke him.Ā
ā¬ āĀ { Ā Ā Ā Feeling his hand being pushed from its spot, the raven glanced over at the redhead with genuine surprise. Was he unaware of what B could do, what heĀ wouldĀ do? Certainly, he had to be. The killer didĀ notĀ appreciate defiance, and he would be sure to make that known to the younger male very soon.
Ā Ā Ā It took an unbelievable amount of self control for B to hide the malice that threatened to make its way to the surface; but he managed. Most people would have appreciated having the bill paid for them, but when it wasn't his own decision to let them, it was something he took as disobedience.Ā
Ā Ā Ā He let out a chuckle and flashed the cashier a friendly smile, his acting skills coming in handy once again. As the two left the store, his laid back expression dropped and was replaced immediately with anger of growing intensity. Stopping as soon as they were out of the view of the glass doors and windows in front of the store, B grabbed Matt by the shoulder and stopped him in his tracks.
Ā Ā Ā "What was that?" he seethed, crimson eyes radiating fury.
āø
Text: B, Iām lost. I was trying to find this 24 hour gaming store, but I took a wrong turn. Iām somewhere near Davidson st. Come get me.
A soft growl sounded from Mattās stomach as he received permission from B to find his own food. He was okay with eating jam, he was okay with anything really, but he much preferred other things. He nodded in agreement, it would only take him a few minutes, and went off towards the freezer aisle of the small store.
The windows of the coolers were covered in condensation, but Matt knew exactly where his food would be. He opened the second cooler and found his Hot Pockets. There were three kinds, but the only one that interested Matt was the box of twelve pepperoni hot pockets. He grabbed it, the last one he noted, and closed the cooler door.
The red head glanced around for B, but didnāt immediately spot him. Panic had started to form in the gamerās chest when he noticed the slightest bit of Raven hair in the center aisle. Heād forgotten that the man always crouched down when he was standing. Feeling relieved, Matt grabbed a 24 pack of Dr Pepper and went up to the counter to wait for B.Ā
ā¬ āĀ { Ā Ā Ā Upon the redhead's return, B inspected the items that he held in his hands; they certainly weren't gourmet, but not much could be expected of a 24-hour convenience store.Ā
Ā Ā Ā "Frozen cuisine at its finest," the raven commented with an amused smirk; although, he himself was no better. While he did eat meals other than jam, the only things he knew how to cook were instant noodles and frozen, pre-made meals. Otherwise, he went out to eat, but this was quite rare.
Ā Ā Ā As the line moved up when the customer in front of them left, B set two jars of jam down on the counter in front of him. Consuming at least eight jars a day, the killer would have normally bought at least that amount, but this was a no-name brand of strawberry jam that he didn't have much faith in. He would have to make a trip tomorrow to his favorite specialty store that he frequented weekly.
Ā Ā Ā Turning to wait for Matt to place his items before the cashier, B estimated the rough value of the products they were purchasing and handed the woman a few bills.
In response to the beaten and mugged reblog: ā¬ ā { Beyond often enjoyed walking the streets of the city at night; he found it to be a relaxing experience, if not generally interesting. And generally interesting it was; as he walked past an alley, his crimson eyes flickered over to a bleeding, hunched over man. Considering him to be a potential victim, he immediately checked the death date above his head; and was surprised to see a familiar name. Crouching before him, he asked, "Are you awake?"
Bmp-bmp. Bmp-bmp. Bmp-bmp. Matt could feel his heart beat everywhere. It felt like his entire body was throbbing in time with his heart. Something had happened to him, something important, but he couldnāt remember what. He felt floaty, like he was caught between being awake and being in a deep sleep. It was nice, but he knew he needed to wake up. Bad things would happen if he fell asleep.
Someone was talking, drawing him out of his trance, pulling him back to himself. āāM āwake,ā he slurred, head throbbing. He tried to see who was talking to him, but the blood smeared across his goggles prevented him from making out the personās face. āHurts,ā he said, trying to say his body hurt.
It took Matt less time than Ā he thought it would to calm down. Normally he would be shaken for hours after a phone call like that, but, for some reason, he found himself putting his faith into the raven haired murderer sitting beside his bed. He had known him for less than a day, and already he felt safer with the psychotic killer than he ever had with Mello.
"Okay," Matt said softly, eyes locking with the Ravenās. He held the manās gaze for several long moments before finally looking back to the phone laying on his blankets. Even if he didnāt completely know if B could protect him from every aspect of Melloās rage, he couldnāt do much about it. If he even tried to get out of bed at the moment he would most likely collapse. For the moment, all he wanted to do was play his video games.
Though the gamer lacked his normal hand held gaming systems, he had several games on his phone and a GBA emulator that he could play Kingdom Hearts on. Kingdom Hearts seemed like an excellent idea at the moment. āCan you get the charger out of the inside pocket in my vest?ā He asked softly, not caring for loud noises at the moment. He wished he could have gotten it himself, but he wanted to get on good terms with at least one of his āownersā, so he asked for help.Ā
ā¬ āĀ { Ā Ā Ā He was surprised, albeit pleasantly, when the gamer did not argue with his choice. Considering the fear that he had demonstrated only moments earlier, the raven had expected that very panic would've driven him to try harder to persuade him to let them leave. He supposed the fact that he didn't said something about his faith in B, too; it was not misplaced, he was sure of that. The copy never lost; especially not when it came to his possessions.
Ā Ā Ā The redhead's gaze was reassuring; it made B feel as if the other was being genuine, that he truly did believe in the killer's ability and willingness to protect him. This certainly stroked his ego, and that was always a wise thing to do in B's company.
Ā Ā Ā Nodding upon hearing the request, the red-eyed man stood from his perch, walking to the other chair in the room on which his vest sat. Pulling the charger out of its place, he passed it gently to the redhead and resumed his earlier position.
