YOU GO, GIRL!

i say, if you've got it, flaunt it!

[seductruth]

caunosfell.

they exhale, soft and quiet, and sister admonishes them, for letting their weakness show. where is their composure? especially in front of an unknown like this, an adult who they cannot know, cannot trust. cannot let themselves be weak in front of. you are not a child anymore, korekiyo. you cannot allow yourself to act like one.

still. still, it feels … better, with the lights off.

carefully, they pick up the two pills with slim fingers. wonder, for a moment, if they should trust it. if they should accept it. if those two doubts are wildly different as they feel. after a moment, though, the pounding in their skull wins over, and they pull their water bottle out, downing both of them with a quick and fluid motion.

‘ ah … i am sleeping fine. ‘ how are they meant to explain their problems? besides, even if they weren’t sleeping fine, it wasn’t something they could tell her.

madison approaches their desk cautiously. she doesn’t quite know what to make of them, and again, she silently bemoans herself for having a class full of such strange characters. she’s certain her classmates weren’t so off-the-wall... but maybe that’s just how people have to be these days, to get scouted for this academy.

she pulls a desk closer and sits beside them, her voice soft so as not to bother their migraine. “there’s still some time before class starts again... if you want to sleep it off, i’ll be in the classroom. and no one will say anything if you need to go home for the day.”

yet, still, the teacher feels like she’s missing a moment of connection here. migraines... insomnia... the bandages on their arm... but it all comes up empty, in the end. “shinguuji, can i ask about the bandages on your arm? you wear them every day, so it can’t just be for an injury.”

[seductruth]

androphobias.

It’s visible when the relief floods Chabashira, in relaxed shoulders and a sigh louder than she realizes. A small smile catches on her face, too, but it fades almost as soon as it appears. It’s not as though she wants to force herself to smile - that would just be a lie, wouldn’t it? She thinks that it counts as a lie, anyway, and she’s not about to lie to a teacher. “Um,” she starts, and then she’s wringing her hands together. It’s not the most subtle movement in the world.

“Tenko’s not much of a thinker!” It’s not the problem at hand, but it’s the only thing that comes to mind. Something to fill the silence, until she figures out how to put her own question into words. Maybe she should’ve figured it out before she came for help - written it down, or something - but the thought had never crossed her mind. Finally, she manages, “Tenko thinks that a lot of her classmates - and the upperclassmen - don’t like her very much.” Huh. It’s harder to admit than she thought it would be. “Not that Tenko cares about the male opinion on her all that much! It’s the others.” Still, she sounds unsure. She hates men, and it’s a good thing that the men hate her too. (Still, maybe there’s only so many scathing comments from Ouma she can take before it does more than just annoy her.) “Tenko doesn’t know what to do.”

she has to admit — it surprises her when chabashira comes out with it. it’s a little heartbreaking, hearing from the girl firsthand that she’s noticed the disdain the other students have for her. and madison doesn’t think it’s her fault either. it’s not her fault she’s loud, or that she makes strange expressions or hand movements. it’s not her fault she’s so vocal about hating men. it’s not her fault that she seems a little ‘ too ’ drawn to women.

it’s tough in this world for all girls, but especially girls like tenko.

madison drums her fingers along the edge of the desk, nodding slowly as she mulls it over. she’s going through a list of names and faces in her head, trying to match chabashira with someone she might click with. “well, if you don’t feel connected to people... why don’t you ask them to spend more time with you outside of class? i think akamatsu is friendly, and i’m sure she’d like to spend more time with you.” who else... a colleague of hers teaches the class above this one, and she struggles to recall anyone he’s said that needs to get out of their shell.

“oh, what about the ultimate swimmer?” she says. “i’ve heard she’s nice, and so is maizono. there are plenty of girls that i’m sure would love to get to know you. you just have to be brave and put yourself out there.”

[seductruth]

androphobias.

“A hand?” Oh, how obvious it is that something’s wrong with Chabashira, normally so loud and excited and annoying. Quiet Chabashira is never a good sign, but quiet Chabashira she is, today. “Ah - not with schoolwork, if that’s what you were wondering!” The academy is very relaxed on work and attendance, so normally she doesn’t bother with work unless it’s something she considers important, but that’s an aside.

“Actually, Tenko was wondering if she could get… advice!” Maybe it’s unconventional, to ask a teacher for advice outside of schoolwork, but Chabashira wouldn’t know anything about that. Who else is there to ask? “Tenko would be grateful for it! But if it’s burdensome, she understands.”

the nights are long and the respite is brief, madison finds, and she’s tempted to say she’s not feeling up to it today. but she’s not feeling up to it any day, and chabashira is genuinely one of her favourite students, so full of energy and life. it brings the other classmates out of their bubble — or at least it should. she finds the others don’t usually like tenko, and though she’s been putting in good words, has been encouraging the class to bond more as a unit, she fears it hasn’t really been working.

she sits on her desk, or more leans on it, watching the girl. “it’s not burdensome, chabashira. if there’s something on your mind, it’s normal to want to ask your teacher for advice.” it’s not like she hasn’t done it before. children spend the most time of their lives in school, among teachers. to madison, it’s completely normal for a student to want to approach their teacher rather than a parent or other relative. “what’s up?”

[seductruth]

@caunosfell​  /  src

the idea of an adult fretting over them is … an alien one, to say the least. how long have they been an adult for? ( it doesn’t matter what their age is. they have been treated like an adult for so, so long, at this point it is impossible to imagine someone seeing them as a child. the person they have had to be … it was hardly as though there was time for it. )

so this, they … do not understand.

they blink at her for a long minute, perplexed. all they had said offhand was that they sometimes suffered migraines when they had to spend too long in the classroom; the air conditioning and the florescent lighting did not agree with sister and them respectively, but it is something they are used to at this point.

‘ ah … you do not have to do that. it is nothing i am incapable of dealing with, yes? ‘

“no, really, it’s not a problem,” she insists, already rummaging through her purse until she pulls out some aspirin. she’s got two bottles in there — aspirin for the headaches, sleeping pills for the inevitable nights she’ll be spending in motels or on campus. she makes sure to check the label before measuring out the dosage. “i’m your teacher, so i want you to be able to focus.”

she leaves the pills on a napkin, goes over to turn off the classroom lights before returning to their desk. “if i’m being honest, i get migraines easily, too. they come on often, especially if you’re not sleeping well.” there’s an unspoken question there, a wondering. is shinguuji taking care of themselves, or have they fallen off the edge of the slippery slope?

[seductruth]

i am back on my Bullshit because i just remembered that i love madison with my entire heart

[seductruth]

gungambled.

    “ and that is where you are WRONG – people gamble for a multitude of reasons. “

    a subject she does not OFTEN offer information about, but she has seen so many things – understands the very depths of that world to a degree that MOST never would. the horrors and the beauty that swirl together in such a perfect image. this world is not for the faint of heart, but it is ALSO not for those who can succumb with ease. one must walk a fine line – and that line is certainly not drawn at having fun.

          “ fun can be a reason, perhaps, though it is likely the LEAST common. to show off the money they have never earned themselves. but it is ALSO overrun with addiction and the people who truly have NOTHING in this life. many who have lost the will to live have come before me at a round table – it is NOT a pretty sight. others are there in SEARCH of blood. “

   it would make more sense to decorate her domain as a place of PLEASURE rather than as a house of horrors. it would do far more to her image. but perhaps such haunting words make it so CLEAR as to why weakness is not tolerated – and why she refuses to partake in such trivial things as a physical education class. there are FAR more important things. she has ALSO been careful not to describe the catagory she personally falls into as well as the games that she DOES play.

oh, madison gets it, alright. how many times has she gotten herself wrapped up in unsavoury situations? how many times has she seen the dredges of society, the worst of the worst? she’s been in the homes of serial killers. she attracts danger wherever she goes. maybe a school isn’t the best place for her, in the end. but at least she can find the darkness that exists here, too. she’s got a skilled eye for finding the worst of the worst, and this school is no exception. it would be laughable for her to imagine she’s safe here.

and yet...

she just laughs good-naturedly, casting a warm smile to her student. “wow--i knew people were addicted to gambling, but i never thought people went there cause they wanted to see bloodshed. now that’s a scary thought.” she wondered if the girl was getting bored of her seemingly-normal responses. if she was frustrated that madison didn’t seem to truly grasp the gravity of her words.

but part of madison’s power lies in that people don’t realize what she’s seen. she’s just the pretty lady who’s there one day and gone the next, always in search of the next thrill. “so... if gambling is so scary, don’t you think a couple laps around the track is child’s play? come on. i’ll even run with you.”

[seductruth]

❝ Well, I think we handled that with dignity. ❞

*FUNKY INTRO MUSIC PLAYING IN THE BG*   accepting!

relative dignity, yeah,” answers the photojournalist with a little bit of a laugh. all she’s done is get this girl away from some guy that she looked pretty uncomfortable with. madison’s dealt with more seedy guys in a week than most people do in a lifetime, so she’s pretty used to diving in and saving the day.

weird how she came here to do a report on the fabled teen titans and one of them is right there in front of her. but previous experience warns her not to give up her identity too quick--right now, all she’s just some lady with a motorcycle that saved a girl from... what, a bad date or something? “need a ride anywhere? i don’t want him coming back after you.”

[vaememes]

✧   BROOKLYN  NINE  -  NINE  SENTENCE  PROMPTS   !  

*  A VARIETY & MIXTURE OF THE SHOW, CHANGE PRONOUNS AS NEEDED / FITTING .

❝ The next time I see you I’d like you to be wearing a necktie. ❞

❝ Get rid of the mouse, and get your act together. Now. ❞

❝ I see what you’re trying to do, but it’s not gonna work.. ❞

❝ Wow, looks like he hates you even more than me. ❞

❝ God, you must have been the worst fourth grader ever. ❞

❝ Giving him a name makes him human. ❞

❝ I’m fairly certain you would be caught. ❞

❝ What’s the most valuable thing in your office? ❞

❝ You mean my job as an amazing detective/genius? ❞

❝ Did you tell her we slept together twice? ❞

❝ I’m not gonna lie, that turns me on a little bit. ❞

❝ I’d wondered why all the birds had suddenly stopped singing. ❞

❝ You’re going to leave my precinct and my task force alone. ❞

❝ Come on, who wants to take this seriously? ❞

❝ I bet she tucked herself in the bed too tight and got stuck.  ❞

❝ Where have you been? We’ve been worried sick!  ❞

❝ Oh, is he sore from high-fiving criminals he’s gotten out of jail? ❞

❝ Did he get a murderer off who then murdered him to celebrate? ❞

❝ A cop and a defense attorney sleeping together? That’s highly unusual. ❞

❝ It’s a personal matter, involving a personal friend and his personal uncle. ❞

❝ So you remembered to turn off your signature, right? ❞

❝ I promise you, as soon as they tell me, you’ll be the first to know. ❞

❝ You won. Go ahead and gloat, you toad. ❞

❝ Look, I promise I won’t tell anyone, alright? My lips are sealed! ❞

❝ This is a secret. Do you understand me? ❞

❝ You do know what they do to witches up there, don’t you? ❞ 

❝ Well, I think we handled that with dignity. ❞

❝ Are you making fun of my stutter? ❞

❝ Oh. Uh… Sorry. I think I’m feeling a little awkward. ❞

❝ How do we make it not weird? ❞

❝ I just realized I’m never gonna be able to say that to his face. ❞

❝ You know I’ve made a lot of improvements since you left? ❞

❝ I know we just met, and I don’t wanna be too forward… ❞

❝ I’ve got that feeling about you. I like you. I think tonight we- ❞

❝ They just gave me ten years in prison.. ❞

❝ You can’t do anything except disobey orders and screw up! ❞

❝ Why are you dressed up? You look like an idiot. ❞

❝ What’s up? How can I help? ❞

❝ Well, we’ll just break you down to nothin’ and see what time it is. ❞

❝ Speaking of which, I’m getting hungry. What’s for dinner? ❞

❝ Why do people like these things? They’re just shiny rocks. ❞

❝ We’re gonna talk to a lawyer and get a professional opinion. ❞

❝ Looks good! Can barely tell you hulked out in here. ❞

❝ I just threw a bunch of popcorn on the floor. It wasn’t that hard. ❞

❝ All I did was be the only person who believes in you. ❞

❝ Somebody’s tryin’ to kill me, and I need protection. ❞

❝ I can smoke as much weed as I want. ❞

❝ It’s this kind of bickering that makes us such an adorable couple. ❞

❝ I saw an opening and I had to take it. ❞

❝ But this isn’t over! I will hunt you to the ends of the earth! ❞

❝ What?! But we saw him throw them in the garbage! ❞

❝ Nobody’s ever gonna see that footage; the case was cut and dry. ❞

❝ It’s not like I’m dying to tell anyone I saw your- ❞

❝ I’m dating my son-of-a-bitch ex-husband; who am I to judge? ❞

❝ I’ll let you guys talk! I’ll just close my eyes. ❞

❝ I’ll let you give me a spray tan! Any shade you want! ❞

❝ Massage! I’ll give you a massage! ❞

❝ I’ll also give you full control over my hair and wardrobe. ❞

❝ That really freaked me out and I just want this to end now. ❞

❝ The cheese is amazing. It melts in my mouth. And in my hands! ❞

❝ Come on, you can be honest. ❞

❝ I want old, expensive books. I’ll send you a list. ❞

❝ The tow truck just got here, so that’ll buy us at least an hour. ❞

❝ Tow truck?! What the hell’d you do to my car?! ❞

❝ What we need in here is an armored personnel carrier. A tank! ❞

❝ Well, I’m gonna go follow up on a lead right now. ❞

❝ Woah, no! What’re those morons doing in there?!  ❞

❝ Why is everyone just standing around? Get back to work! ❞

❝ What’d you do? What’d you say? ❞

❝ I hear you can smuggle in crap from outside. ❞

❝ What’re you lookin’ at? You got a problem? ❞

❝ I like you. You got balls.. ❞

❝ I hate to rub it in, detectives, but I told you they’d find me. ❞

❝ Well, he keeps yelling, “Disability for life!” so I think he’s fine. ❞

❝ Who hired you? Who do you work for, pizza man?! ❞

❝ You look out there and see a problem, I look out there and see an opportunity. ❞

❝ What have I become? Was this whole thing even worth it? ❞

❝ All because we shut down a foot massage place. ❞    

❝ Oh, my God. The City has no mayor now. ❞    

❝ Put your magical hands where I can see them! ❞    

❝ Did they make their bust? Did they save the precinct? ❞  

❝ I was behind the bar the whole time. ❞    

❝ I bet they have some awesome name for it. ❞    

❝ Can a paring knife remove a human heart in under a minute? ❞    

❝ I think you guys might be our best option at finding this guy again. ❞    

❝ You know, a bunch of us are going out drinking tonight. ❞    

❝ How did you get over there? Who are they? ❞    

❝ I’ve been calling you. Why won’t you answer your phone? ❞    

❝ We’ve been onto you for weeks, and we finally got you. ❞    

❝ I’ve never seen them before! What is going on? ❞    

❝ We’re on the money trail, and we just found a new lead.  ❞    

❝ Okay, this is bad. This is really bad.  ❞    

❝ Wait… What? Did you say “eat people”? Are you a cannibal, [ Name ]? ❞    

❝ I’m always gonna be one step ahead of you. ❞  

❝ I’m so confused. I don’t know what’s happening right now. ❞

[seductruth]

gungambled.

       is this MEANT to be some kind of JOKE? how foolish when one considers the topic in which they are circling. a girl traumatized by being pushed into such a game at a young age – and yet now it is commonplace, surrounding her in a VEIL. and so a soft laugh leaves her lips at the thought of ANYONE else at this school gambling in places such as moscow. she has BEEN – there are some rough areas in which she has competed there. always in the underbelly of society, hidden by the IMAGE in which she portrays.

         “ i would not PRECISELY label it as daring. “

    and this is a truth. celestia ludenberg has NEVER considered such a game to be anything more than NORMAL once she dipped her toes into that lifestyle. this was the time where she DECIDED that it might provide an EVENTUAL means of exit – that over time something would fail and she would be left COLD and free from these addictions. because what else can they be CONSIDERED when gambling has taken over her ENTIRE being.

    she is a walking gamble, every motion indicative of some game she has thought through inside. everything has a REASON – a probable outcome. just because she is RESIGNED to death does not make her incapable of understanding what it means to live – the importance of survival. perhaps that is why she is SURPRISED at this mention of a bucket list. is this game truly a GLORIOUS way to exit this world? she would think NOT.

                 “ that is a FOOLISH wish – a laughable desire really. there is no NEED for such a thing for someone like YOU, dipping your toes in that world even for a MOMENT will taint the sanctity, those who are there for a GENUINE reason. “

                is she a LITTLE defensive, perhaps.

madison offers the ghost of a smile, recognizing that she’d hit a nerve. she’s not the sort of person who gets caught up with making people happy--at least, not most of the time. sometimes, there are moments. moments where she remembers her brothers, remembers the life she’d come from. and all of a sudden she’s playing nurse to a stranger. it’s all part of the thrill of life, in the end. if you’re always doing the same thing, there’s no point.

herein lies the difference between her and her student--she gambles because it’s fun, and celestia does because she must. madison constantly wedges grenades in her life, letting it blow up everything she’s always known. sometimes she gets too close and it singes her, and she has to lie low for a while. but she always manages to get back up and into another adventure.

does she still see visions of those crying children, still hear the sounds of bombs ringing in her ears? of course. but that’s not going to stop her, in the end. “do people gamble for reasons other than fun, then? i don’t really think it’s that profitable. sort of a capitalist thing, a rich person’s game. unless you’re really special, of course.”

[hermuis-blog]

Very private people have mastered the art of telling you little about themselves but doing it in such a way you think you know a lot

[seductruth]

gungambled.

        for some reason it is NOT surprising at all to hear the other speak of playing the machines mostly. although there is no way of TRULY verifying such a thing, the gambler does not GENERALLY respect such a decision. it is not as if such harmless games had ever been offered to her. sure, underground gambling hosted slot machines and other machines of chance – but they payout for such things was far less LUCRATIVE in comparison to playing games of danger.

           but that is HER lingering upon her own bitterness. in all reality, someone with the title of ultimate gambler should remain open to ALL forms of gambling, even if they are more proficient in certain areas. after all, it is not as if she FAILED when seated before machines. it was merely BORING when one considers everything else she does.

          “ i am almost DISAPPOINTED in your answer. i never expected you to be a full-time gambler, no. however, i HAD hoped your interests might be at least somewhere near interesting. “

     celestia will poke and prod – even in the direction of a teacher. one cannot simply FLIP a switch and no longer feel a need to pry for more information. in this life, there were none that were TRULY safe after all.

luckily, madison is american. she doesn’t have the same ideas of how an adult should speak to a child as someone who was born and raised in japan. to her, this is nothing more than a child expressing interest in who their teacher is outside of school. it’s almost endearing. no... actually, it is endearing. she smiles warmly, clearly touched despite her student’s comment.

“hey, not everyone is playing russian roulette in the dens of moscow,” teases the young woman with a little laugh. “you can’t expect everyone to be as daring as you. some of us actually lose, you know.” the way she says it is good-natured and jovial, as if she’s speaking to a close friend. madison has always been like that--the girl with the snappy comebacks who could lighten a mood. she’s even prone to muttering them to herself, imagining wild headlines for her life.

her students don’t know this, but she’s been bailed out of jail a couple of times. reckless and bullheaded, madison has a tendency to bend the law in order to get her story. usually, she gets away with it, and the splash that the story makes completely outweighs the questionable manner in which she obtains the info. her articles aren’t admissible in a court of law, but it certainly helps the bad guys get convicted.

anyway, that life is behind her, at least for now. she dove in too deep and almost drowned, so she’s in a safe place. recovering. she doesn’t intend on staying here forever, though. she’s never been the kind of gal who gets tied down. “the last item on my bucket list is to play russian roulette in russia, actually. seems like a good way to go.”

[seductruth]

azamukuna.

It wasn’t that he considered his studies unimportant, but they certainly weren’t the first thing that came to mind. Missing that exam was quite the mistake, but he knew well that he had no reason to request a makeup exam… including all of the other times he’d missed classes and tests. Amami was intelligent, but would likely do better if he were more punctual and focused on school – if that was ever going to happen.

“Paige-sensei,” he breathed, bowing his head. Even if he wasn’t in trouble, he knew why she would come and check on him. “I’m doin’ fine… sorry, for missin’ that exam. I have no issues, I simply –” He pauses for a moment, considering that it would be rather disrespectful to tell the truth, but does so anyways, “–forgot.”

as soon as the words i have no issues left the teenager’s mouth, madison was convinced of the contrary. people didn’t just miss exams for no reason. she couldn’t hide the twitch of her lips as he admitted that he’d forgotten to attend his exam; few people were so frank with the threat of suspension or even expulsion looming overhead.

“no issues... right,” remarked the teacher, disapproval and a touch of wry amusement in her voice. “you know, if you ‘forget’ another exam, you’re at risk for suspension. is that alright with you?” 

[seductruth]

nonludum.

     “ no you truly do NOT. i am quite well practiced. “

  a pause – and there is some CONFUSION within celestia’s mind as she considers the fact that her teacher is no longer requesting that she partake in this mindless activity. it is SOMETHING to note, giving her an inkling that perhaps that was not the END goal here. if it was mere conversation she was seeking – the gambler supposed she could give into that. she would do ANYTHING really so long as it keeps her away from exposing herself for the FRAUD she is.

      celestia tilts her head – curls skewing for a moment as she peers at madison’s face – mentally noting whether she should be taken as a more SERIOUS threat. paranoia that flares each and every time someone takes an interest in personally speaking to her.

                  “ have you gambled? your face seems FAR too open to be any good at it. “

open? her? madison’s never considered herself too much of an open book. she likes being frank, that’s for sure, but there are many things she keeps close, refusing to tell even her closest friends. some things are painful to talk about, others are simply out of an unwillingness to be too intimate with anyone. as far as most people know, she’s just a former student of hope’s peak academy, now a teacher. pretty, witty, and good at what she does. for so many people, that’s the extent of it.

celestia’s words are taken with a grain of salt. years of wisdom have informed her that teenagers should rarely be taken too seriously. hormones and social anxieties and inflated self-importance all play a role in tainting what they say and think. madison resolves to reassure them without ever taking it personally. it’s just the way she works.

“eh, once or twice,” the teacher says with a bit of a shrug. “sometimes i go to the casino with friends, maybe play a round or two of poker. i usually stick to the machines, though.” that’s a lie--machines bore her out of her mind. though she doesn’t gamble often, she prefers card games over anything else. the human connection, the looks on people’s faces... that’s what she enjoys more than anything else.

[seductruth]

nonludum.

       “ my health is FINE. “

  perhaps she speaks just a bit TOO quickly – a testament to the way that she is aware of the sicknesses that tend to run through her body just a LITTLE too frequently. in all means, the gambler is not in bad shape truly – the one thing holding her back is her NOBLE name and how all things must be discarded should she get changed.

  and then there’s that DEVIOUS smile upon her teacher’s face: one she returns quite easily. it is a CHALLENGE. celestia will not fall prey quite so easily. in fact she should be offended that the other believes her to be so easily conquerable.

             “ a chance to prove them WRONG? my, that is quite the common gambling technique – goading someone along, dangling their REPUTATION in front of their nose. i have used it myself from time to time. “

that earns celestia a little laugh from her teacher, warm brown eyes alight with mirth. of course a gambler wouldn’t fall for a trick like that so easily. madison’s goal isn’t really to get her to exercise, anyway. it’s to connect with her students. this smile shows teeth. “have you now? you must be a master of manipulation. i don’t stand a chance.” she’s teasing and it’s apparent. despite knowing that her student is the cream of the crop of gamblers, madison still doesn’t believe herself to be very easily persuaded.

though now that she thinks about it... maybe she doesn’t exactly have a will of iron. well, doesn’t matter. the words have been said, so she’s just going to reap the consequences.

[seductruth]

nonludum.

    “ i will not PARTICIPATE in such a mundane class. it is FAR beneath me. “

 spoken in an ICY tone, the gambler has no INTENTION of changing for class. to do so would mean stripping herself of all of the GRANDEUR she clothes herself in. running, playing sports: it would be IMPOSSIBLE to do while in her curls – and it would leave her as she TRULY is in front of others. she refuses to be seen as that plain girl she was born as. and so it is EASY to deny her teacher – even if she is smiling so NICELY.

it seems to be a pride thing, the refusal to participate in class activities. all of the students are pretty equally eccentric, with the exception of one or two, but celestia is obviously one of the stranger folk. madison doesn’t give up, gently pressuring her to participate. 

“oh, come on. it’s good for your health and you’ll feel great afterwards. i think i’m going to run a lap or two myself. you should join me!” and then, with a small and almost devious smile, she leans in and adds, “besides, i’ve heard talk that you’re just a one-trick pony. this would be a good chance to prove them wrong.”

[seductruth]

@fsinox | call.

ah, fuck... really? right now? there are footsteps outside, rapidly approaching, and she can’t think of anything else to do other than to grab the lamp, whack it against her skull. she reels back, lays herself on the ground, shoves the gloves she’s wearing into her bra. the lamp lies innocuously to the side. 

a horrible fiend has come in, knocked her unconscious, and then he murdered paco. she doesn’t know anything about the murder--she’ll be surprised, shocked, terrified. all she can remember is a man--in his thirties, perhaps. she lies there, feigning unconsciousness, devising a plan.

[seductruth]

tillaras.

He’d been so close to finding them he was sure he could smell it, only to end up being faced with another dead end. Again. So, after having trashed his pushpin board in his fury tying the now useless information together to even get that fucking lead, he needed a drink, the only reliable thing he’s got left after everything that’s happened, knocking back three glasses in one go before letting out a small sigh, using his coat’s sleeve to mop up any excess around his lips.

He doesn’t even notice he’s got a small audience in the form of a woman until his eye catches the glint of her raised glass in the light, her comment shortly after, hazel dull as he only spares her a glance and a flicker of an ironic smile, gazing back to his own glass in hand. ❝ Something like that, yeah. ❞

the sarcasm seems to radiate off the guy in waves; madison can’t help but to be at least a LITTLE intrigued by it all. she swirls her drink, deterred by the thought that a man may see her drink and get some unsavoury ideas, and offers a polite smile. but there’s interest there, genuine interest. madison isn’t the sort to half-ass these sorts of things.

depressed guys always have good stories to tell, anyway. if nothing else, she’s sure she can have some fun tonight. “care to share? i’ve been told i’m a good listener.”