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sorry I’ve been so slow over here. I’ve really hit a creative slump, and I just can’t pull myself together enough to give this blog the kind of writing it deserves. I don’t know how long this will last, but hopefully this phase won’t last too long.
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The only thing that neutralized the intensity of his gaze were the ordinariness of the wisps of black locks, calming in contrast to hues that were probing and merciless. The grip upon his hand was firm, Hien unfaltering in both his gaze and his own strength returned in the shake - allowing his hand to drop back to his side after the brief exchange of pleasantries. His gaze only dropped as he turned, retiring back into his office - acknowledging Felix’s question with a vague wave of his hand.
“Of course.” came his curt response, sharp glance settling upon Felix once more as he circled the table to stand opposite to him. Though his fingers linger upon the photographs, mindlessly tracing patterns upon the pages - he remained focused upon his new partner, lips curling into a smile.
“Tell me, Felix, what do you think of all this? The beloved Southside Strangler making a comeback?”
Felix nodded, his hand retreating back to his side. The caution, it appeared, was unnecessary. His partner was well prepared: there was a reason he had become a detective at such a young age. The lights inside the room seemed dimmed -- or perhaps that was merely the effect of the gruesomeness of the crimes painted in the pictures. He took no joy in the images, nor did he look away. It was his job, when he came face to face with the darkest aspects of humanity, to delve into that darkness and drag it back out into the scrutiny of daylight.
He inhaled when spoken to, his eyes fixated upon the images -- images he had reviewed countless times -- as he replied, “it’s... curious... the sudden return. Why stop for so long only to begin again? Are there more murders yet to be discovered elsewhere? Where has the killer been all this time?” His questions were many, and his answers few.
Cold cases, so often, fell together easily: like fitting together the last few pieces of a puzzle. This was nothing like that. The work was humbling, his respect for homicide detective tenfold from when he had begun. “I’ve reinterviewed several of the previous suspects, many of which volunteered their DNA for comparison. I have yet to detect a match so far... I doubt, however, that the Unsub will be found in any of the original suspects.”
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Anger hadn’t always been the blond’s best attribute. He didn’t like to admit when he got angry, he didn’t like the feeling of being angry. It usually led to bad decision making and poor judgement on his end. Through his life, he had found outlets to his depression and anger without every truly addressing it. Still, losing ten million in one night and breaking his cup of coffee to push through the day and now this –
He questioned his own thoughts as he pushed himself off of the ground, it was barely light out. No one ran this route. Or barely anyone did. Clayton was always attentive. Always. Except when he ran straight into a stranger, knocking himself off balance and plummeting to the grassy ground before he could stop his own demise. Perhaps a night without sleep left him a bit uncharacteristic on this new day.
“Are you alright?” The frenchman asked, not wanting to be completely rude as he managed to sit up a little. Dizziness, another sign of his own distress.
A sleepless night was hardly uncommon. It was involuntary, at times, how the hours blurred together like the edges of his vision, how even the grogginess which pressed against his mind failed to lull him into the slumbering world. And all that awaited him there were nightmares to chase him out: a none too tantalizing aspect. Dusk melted into night, and night into dawn, and finally it was morning again.
The words scratched into the parchment had begun to converge, a haze settling over his focus, tearing him away from his work. Unable to concentrate, Felix decided he would go for a run to clear his mind, and thus, in the darkest hours of the morning, he set upon a route unfamiliar to him, with hopes that the new setting would rejuvenate his mind.
Instead, he ended up crashing into someone, the mind he’d hoped to rejuvenate having dipped into the realm of dreams; he’d become lost in some daydream or another, one which was lost the moment he collided with the stranger. He was sent reeling, the force throwing him off balance, and his state of mind preventing him from catching the fall. By the time he recollected himself, the man had already spoken.
“Yes... I`m alright....” he sat up while he spoke, too ashamed to meet the man’s gaze -- he should have been paying attention. “Sorry... I was distracted... are you okay?”
starter for @lionfanged
There was only one reason a person would come to a place like this: sex. The reputation of the club was a lesser known one, but to anyone who frequented the place or listened long enough, the intent would soon become apparent. No one was here in search of any life long partner -- just a night of fun before the drudgery of every day life resumed. Time here moved at a pace entirely of its own, dusk and dawn melting together to create one prolonged night.
At the very least, the club posed itself as high class. Clean, comfortable and drenched in monotone, the drinks were appropriately expensive and the price of entry hefty. Short of a high class escort, it was the costliest sex in the city -- but it was legal.
For Felix, the price he paid was in more than coin: he was distinctly uncomfortable with his surroundings. The walls themselves pulsated with music, and the heat of the dance floor was overwhelming, even from the bar. At the very least, the lights were dimmed, casting a glow that was meant to be sensual -- but was perhaps a tad tacky -- over the establishment. He was no different from anyone else, but hunched between a wall and an empty seat and dressed significantly more conservatively than those around him, he was like a sore thumb, the uncertainty rolling from his shoulders into the excitement radiating from the club.
At his fingertips was a drink, which he sipped at on occasion, every time he lifted his gaze to scan the crowd. Every so often, his attention lingered upon someone -- another man -- following just long enough to fully appreciate the form before darting back to the space directly in front of him, ashamed, momentarily, of his own lust and flustered by the thought that someone might have known.
He was hyper alert, tense at every step taken toward him, yet his mere presence was a bold statement of what he wanted, just like everyone else. There was, after all, only one reason a person would come to a place like this.
Starter for @iintherain
It was dark. Very dark. The only light hailed from the emergency lights overhead, which flashed occasionally to cloak the labyrinth in red. Felix could feel his blood pumping, an insistent chill pricking goosebumps at the back of his neck. Save for the occasional weeps and moans of distant ghouls, there was silence, the kind of silence which made his every breath rattle between his ears.
His coworkers had insisted the venture would be fun. How a person could enjoy being stalked through a haunted house was beyond him, but it seemed he was the only member of the group who had any reservations about entering the attraction. It was the sergeant’s birthday, however, and so he kept his doubts to himself and joined the group, only to be ditched shortly after entering the vicinity.
For the past fifteen minutes, Felix had remained hopelessly lost inside the house, his body on high alert and his heart thundering inside his chest, every noise sending his system into a frenzy. The footsteps which approached from behind him had no different an effect on him, and though he was a tad slow on the uptake, there was no hesitation in his response. At the first inkling of a sound, he whipped around, pivoting on his heels and dropping into a fighting stance, ready to strike, only to realize that --
it was another person.
Just a regular person.
Another apparent victim of the haunted house. Felix straightened, tension gripping his shoulders, and swallowed, his voice raspy, trembling almost as much as his hands. “S-sorry, I --” his head jerked left and right, hyper alert and searching. “I -- I thought,” there was a shriek from behind him, and he swung around again, backing, hard, into the stranger -- but there was nothing there. There was nothing there and he was beginning to feel like he might pass out.
A COLD SWEAT broke out across yusef’s forehead when a very c r u e l reality befell him; the abandonment, the image of his friend’s car leaving him searing itself into his brain, && his too-hot formal attire that he refused to shed. he stood rooted to the spot for several seconds to come to terms with his situation, but there was a LOT of denial involved. unbelievable amounts. he ran a hand over his face && found footing on the sidewalk , if not a little wobbly due to the uneven pavement , && he finally stopped after a mile && was closer to town . he jutted his thumb towards the road && hoped for the best && for ONCE– his prayers were answered . a car steadily approached , street grit crunching under it’s tires , the color && model LOST to him due to the lack of light && his inability to see no more than a handful of yards ahead of him . the headlights helped && he was able to see the lifted arm && the beckoning that followed . he approached in a casual jog , his coat thrown over his arm , && stopped a few feet away . he teetered on his heels . ❝ hell- o . “
The man, for all it was worth, did not appear the type to hitchhike places, nor did he seem particularly well accustomed to it. It reassured him, somewhat, that this was an act of necessity without a more sinister motive behind it. He saw no need to lecture the young man for having the bad luck to have been abandoned on a dangerous road. His sole purpose now was to deliver the soul safely home.
“Hello,” he replied after a brief pause, his eyes sweeping the stranger’s form before returning to meet his gaze, holding it for a tad longer than he was strictly comfortable with. His gaze was a fleeting thing, then he had averted his eyes again, retreating toward the driver’s seat.
For a moment, it must have seemed that he had changed his mind and intended to drive away without the stranger, then his lips parted and he spoke again, quiet yet clear, concise. “Where am I dropping you off?” It was apparent again, only then, that he fully intended to see the young man safe, and that he had not pulled over simply to scrutinize the stranger and drive off.
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This man was much easier to read; it was like the pages were laid bare, exposed for everyone who dared to come across him; there might be a high dosage of exaggeration spilled over those thoughts, but he still feels the same. This was much too simple – too easy, like someone has broken him in the same way once before. Sure he seems healed, but the experience is still there.
It’s always there and he doesn’t mind splitting open the wound once again to leave him to bleed out in his own misery.
As usual the smile he wears is a heavy contrast to the dark thoughts and he uses that as a shield to protect himself, to push himself in further. “Felix Lex,” he says slowly as he lets the syllables roll off his tongue to make sure he gets it right. “Quite an interesting name. European, maybe?” It sure seemed like it; unfitting for the states or somewhere else.
He lifts his glass and moves to click it against Felix’s, eyes watching him as he takes another sip. A sigh leaves his lips from the taste on his tongue once again, placing down the glass as he’s back to making yet another conversation. “And what do you do for a living, Herr Lex?”
The name was a drug upon the man’s lips, laced with venom but sweet as sugar, broken only by the jarring nature of the surname. Felix lapped it up nonetheless, shuddering against the purr in the man’s voice, whisked away by the subtle power. The alarm bells sounded in his head, but he ignored them, lured in by the attentive gaze. Oh, he knew his kind: he knew his kind all too well.
He knew what this kind of man could do to him, and yet he went along willingly.
“It’s of German origin, I think,” but he had never asked. In truth, he had no right to claim the name as his own. He felt no pride at the Lex name, only guilt, for he had been the one to bring the name to ruin. How could a family’s destroyer be allowed to harbour the same name? The mere utterance of the name tore into him like a razor blade, cutting away at him piece by piece. Such was the punishment he deserved.
He was drawn from the guilt by the clink of the glass, his eyes seeking out the source, the jolt defined upon his shoulders, then meeting Theodor’s again. A moment of silence followed the inquiry, just long enough for him to overcome the sting of shame. “Just Felix is fine. I work as a cold case detective... yourself?”
● 👋👌👍👏 ● He’d only come as a favor to his Dad. How did it all go so wrong? Abel wasn’t one to shut himself indoors all the time, sure. He generally liked people… just in a moderate dose or from a third party perspective. That didnt mean he’d been any less grateful than the other to enter an elevator with only one other person present. When it broke down, however… well, it reminded him of how he actually had wanted to sleep all day today. He was still stiff and sore from a rough night doing usual shadowhunter business, and wasn’t all too keen to be working out the knots in such a manner. So much for that. Abel watched as the other tried the usual steps when an elevator stopped functioning. He knew them as well, but the redhead figured he’d keep out of the way. No need to get on the other’s nerves if they were going to end up stuck in here for a while. He had a witch light in his bag, which he did consider bringing out since the lights weren’t being too friendly at the time, but decided against it. Cellphones seemed to work fine for the time being. Thumbs typed out a message on his screen in response to the information reported, as well as the query of his service status. Honestly, it had been the first thing he’d been able to check, keeping out of the way as best he could. | Service is out. No worries. Maintenance should soon notice an elevator is broken. I think these things have sensors to show when there are people inside. Or a camera sometimes. Security and safety thing or whatever. |
A mute. It clicked immediately when the text was presented to him. Felix was taken by surprise at first, but recovered with relative ease, recalling his childhood. The condition was rare, but not startling. Felix nodded, glancing upwards in search of a security camera. There were none, but... from his companion’s response, that too, seemed to be no real cause for concern. Regardless, there was little either of them could have done to get themselves out of the predicament.
As much as he disliked being helpless in a situation, all that could be done now was wait and hope they would be rescued soon. In this day and age, Felix was fairly confident they would only be trapped a short time, and since the other man didn’t appear particularly concerned.
What troubled him now was what the conversational protocol might be for a situation like this. Ideally, he would have liked to go the remainder of the incidence without conversing much with the stranger he was trapped with -- not out of any particular disdain, but out of a marked discomfort with any form of social interaction with another. Never had he considered that he might find himself trapped in a confined place a person he had never met, and without data or wifi available to him, he couldn’t even google what was appropriate.
He sighed to himself, leaning back against the wall, feeling both a pressure to say something, and a fear of making a mistake. Eventually, however, his lips parted, and he spoke the only thing to come to mind: a statement of the obvious. “I suppose all we can do now is wait.”
「 ❈ seriously go take a nap or something 」
「 ❈ 」 Over the course of the investigation, Art had met with several of his new teammates, going over evidence and discussing theories, but apparently, he’d yet to speak to everyone. It slipped his mind since he spent so much time on his own, probably more often than he spent with the others. He’d gotten the usual comments from the people who knew him: he needed to rest, that a fresh set of eyes would make something click, that he wasn’t working alone on the case. And he understood all of that.
But he also understood that he, nor anyone else, wasn’t getting anywhere. The killer had outsmarted them, had been outsmarting the police for so long, and no matter how many eyes went over it how many times, nothing new popped out; however, apparently the sleep-deprived brain could spot something that someone more awake glossed over.
Face to face, it wasn’t difficult to place the other detective as Felix Lex. They’d had to come into much contact, probably only just been given each other’s names. Art wasn’t all too familiar with the whole concept of task forces considering he’d never been on one, so maybe he wasn’t as active a member of it as he should have been, especially as he knew the others were more social. He’d passed by–and passed up–a few unofficial briefings and lunches where they’d discuss what they had. It seemed repetitive, despite the fact that he knew the benefit of it.
And now it seemed as thought he and Felix had picked up on the same thing afters a few weeks of coming up empty-handed, and what a relief too.
Art couldn’t help but smile at the situation, a small, gentle thing gracing his features. What were the odds that they’d notice the same thing at the same time? At the very least, it assured him that what had seemed unlikely before held some standing, and they could check it out together.
“I saw it too,” he responded with a brief nod. “I was just about to head over there to check it out, actually.” Though unfortunately, it hadn’t occurred to him to invite the other detective along before. “If you would like to, you can join me.”
The buddy rule, right? There was safety in numbers, and perhaps the reason he hadn’t thought to ask before was that he hadn’t been too sure of his judgement. Contrary to apparent belief, he did know how his habits could damage his train of thought, so the idea to go had half been an excuse to get some fresh air and maybe stop by his apartment to fall asleep.
The other’s answer could be assumed. “Should we take my car or yours?”
Perhaps it would have been more prudent of him to attend more of the joint debriefings. He’d attended several, albeit not out of any desire to socialize, but it seemed, by some stroke of chance, he and Art had managed to avoid one another for the most part, seldom both at the same meeting together. His peers, however, had much to say about him, all positive, about his commitment to his work, his intellect and perceptual abilities. Even without witnessing it for himself, Felix had been impressed, which was why Art was the first he sought out.
-- and he was not disappointed. It seemed their thoughts had followed much the same trail, had caught the same details and made the same connections. They had reached the same conclusion at the same time. Felix could not have been more relieved. It eliminated the need for an explanation when there was no time to waste on one.
Felix acknowledged the offer with a nod, returning something that might have passed as a smile, if only it were a tad more prominent. It was the closest he had offered in many months, and was marked by no less emotion than what would have prompted a smile in another. His thoughts thus remained largely private, his relief buried beneath years of conditioning to remain as unimposing with his inner thoughts and feelings as possible.
“It doesn’t matter whose,” he replied, skipping trivialities. He pivoted, already making to the exit. “where are you parked?” Time was limited, and in a case where every second counted for something, it seemed without saying, then, that they would utilize whichever vehicle happened to be closest or fastest.
It appeared, ultimately, that Art’s vehicle was closer than Felix’s, and so it was his which they approached. Only after they were seated did Felix check that their perceptions matched, and the statement, even then, assumed that they had reached the same conclusion, “the old warehouses north of the harbour... you recall the location?”
Injury Starters:
“Ow…I think I broke something.”
“Can I lean on you for a second? My ankle’s bothering me.”
“Do you have any bandages?”
“Oh god, that hurts so much.”
“Everything hurts. Seriously, I think I broke myself.”
“I can’t walk.”
“Sorry about the blood trail. I might have gotten a bad gash.”
“Is is bad that I can’t feel my legs?”
“I’ve never felt this much pain in my life.”
“Are you okay? Are you bleeding?"
“Here, let me help, I took a course on this a few years ago.”
“Does anyone know first-aid?”
“That’s a pretty bad bruise, man.”
“You definitely need to go to the hospital.”
“Where’d you get all these cuts?”
“Lie down. Sit somewhere, you need to rest.”
“I’ll get the ice.”
“I can’t believe you got yourself beaten up again.”
“How many hospital bills are you worth, anyway?"
His bones ACHED from the night before, a bandage wrapped around a TORN knuckle. He was pretty sure his rib cage was bruised – WHAT A LUCKY SHOT – and he was in better conditions, but he was used to the HARDSHIPS which came from his poor excuse of a life. With that in mind, he really wasn’t in the mood to go school. Unfortunately, the school had this POLICY about attendance, and if he missed too many, he would be kicked out.
Being a heir to some YAKUZA FAMILY and being a student in HIGH SCHOOL was pretty damn tough.
Though, being LATE still counted as SHOWING UP, right? Whatever. Plus, looking at the clock, he wasn’t TERRIBLY late. Fifteen minutes wasn’t so bad, and they did have a ten minute bell. So, in all technicality, he was only FIVE minutes late.
Feet shuffled quietly on the pavement, a cigarette balanced – unlit – between his lips. Despite the knowing knowledge that he was running late, he was in no particular rush; he never was. Eyes blinked up before a small swear escaped him. He could care less about the REGULATIONS of the school, but he was far from in a mood to deal with the Disciplinary Committee; even Yasu found him a tad bit TERRIFYING.
Ducking behind a tree, he sighed out as he waited for the man to pass, head peeking out to the side. Facing forward once more, crystalline hues peering up. Well, wasn’t this interesting.What did he just walk into?
“Look at me like that again and your skull will be meeting the pavement in ten seconds, capiche?” Biting on the butt of his fag, the blonde pressed his back against the bark of the tree, eyes rolling upward in a bored manner. With his reputation, he was sure that would have done the trick. The punks ran off, with their tails tucked between their legs.
“And then there was ONE.”
Felix stared back at the boys who had surrounded him, the ones who glared and sneered, trying to be menacing, trying to assert that his existence was less than theirs. Had they verbalized the sentiment, he might not have disagreed, but as it stood, they were keeping him from class, and the classroom was his only sanctuary.
There was a hatred in the boys’ hearts, the kind which was born of fear and envy -- fear of anything different, envy of anything accomplished. A meek disposition and higher grades made him the target of both and brewed a special kind of hatred inside the boys.
It was not in his nature to feel anger in return. He seldom fought back even when he was cornered, as he cared little for the state of his body. What he did care for, however, was what was learned in class, and he was not prepared to give up the acquisition of knowledge for these people. To begin with, he’d arrived upon the grounds a few minutes late, and he’d humoured them for long enough to come all this way, at least until their intent became undeniably clear.
Just as he was about to fight back, however, another voice sounded over the clearing, chasing the boys away, leaving Felix alone. His eyes -- one of them bruised, though not by the boys -- found the stranger, who spoke again.
Someone kind enough to help him. He was aware of the rumours and reputation, but heeded them little mind. What he cared for now is that he had been helped by someone unexpected, and that in itself was enough.
No one had showed him such kindness before.
He averted his eyes, not sure what to say in the face of such heroism. A thank you was probably appropriate, but he didn’t know how to express it, didn’t think it was suitable to say it in so few words. It was a frightening thing, he thought, and terrible, that a single act could mean so much.
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Absent-minded - Preoccupied to the extent of being unaware of one’s immediate surroundings. Abstracted, daydreaming, inattentive, oblivious, forgetful.
Abusive - Characterized by improper infliction of physical or psychological maltreatment towards another.
Addict - One who is addicted to a compulsive activity. Examples: gambling, drugs, sex.
Aimless - Devoid of direction or purpose.
Alcoholic - A person who drinks alcoholic substances habitually and to excess.
Anxious - Full of mental distress or uneasiness because of fear of danger or misfortune; greatly worried; solicitous.
Arrogant - Having or displaying a sense of overbearing self-worth or self-importance. Inclined to social exclusiveness and who rebuff the advances of people considered inferior. Snobbish.
Audacious - Recklessly bold in defiance of convention, propriety, law, or the like; insolent; braze, disobedient.
Bad Habit - A revolting personal habit. Examples: picks nose, spits tobacco, drools, bad body odour.
Bigmouth - A loud-mouthed or gossipy person.
Bigot - One who is strongly partial to one’s own group, religion, race, or politics and is intolerant of those who differ.
Blunt - Characterized by directness in manner or speech; without subtlety or evasion. Frank, callous, insensitive, brusque.
Bold - In a bad sense, too forward; taking undue liberties; over assuming or confident; lacking proper modesty or restraint; rude; impudent. Abrupt, brazen, cheeky, brassy, audacious.
Callous - They are hardened to emotions, rarely showing any form of it in expression. Unfeeling. Cold.
Childish - Marked by or indicating a lack of maturity; puerile.
Complex - An exaggerated or obsessive concern or fear.
Cruel - Mean to anyone or anything, without care or regard to consequences and feelings.
Cursed - A person who has befallen a prayer for evil or misfortune, placed under a spell, or borne into an evil circumstance, and suffers for it. Damned.
Dependent - Unable to exist, sustain oneself, or act appropriately or normally without the assistance or direction of another.
Deranged - Mentally decayed. Insane. Crazy. Mad. Psychotic.
Dishonest – Given to or using fraud, cheating; deceitful, deceptive, crooked, underhanded.
Disloyal - Lacking loyalty. Unfaithful, perfidious, traitorous, treasonable
Disorder - An ailment that affects the function of mind or body. (malignant narcissist, former kleptomaniac, obsessive-compulsive ) See the Mental Disorder List.
Disturbed - Showing some or a few signs or symptoms of mental or emotional illness. Confused, disordered, neurotic, troubled.
Dubious - Fraught with uncertainty or doubt. Undecided, doubtful, unsure.
Dyslexic - Affected by dyslexia, a learning disorder marked by impairment of the ability to recognize and comprehend written words.
Egotistical - Characteristic of those having an inflated idea of their own importance. Boastful, pompous.
Envious - Showing extreme cupidity; painfully desirous of another’s advantages; covetous, jealous.
Erratic - Deviating from the customary course in conduct or opinion; eccentric: erratic behaviour. Eccentric, bizarre, outlandish, strange.
Fanatical - Fanatic outlook or behaviour especially as exhibited by excessive enthusiasm, unreasoning zeal, or wild and extravagant notions on some subject.
Fickle – Erratic, changeable, unstable - especially with regard to affections or attachments; capricious.
Fierce - Marked by extreme intensity of emotions or convictions; inclined to react violently; fervid.
Finicky - Excessively particular or fastidious; difficult to please; fussy. Too much concerned with detail. Meticulous, fastidious, choosy, critical, picky, prissy, pernickety.
Fixated - In psychoanalytic theory, a strong attachment to a person or thing, especially such an attachment formed in childhood or infancy and manifested in immature or neurotic behaviour that persists throughout life. Fetish, quirk, obsession, infatuation.
Flirt -To make playfully romantic or sexual overtures; behaviour intended to arouse sexual interest. Minx. Tease.
Gluttonous - Given to excess in consumption of especially food or drink. Voracious, ravenous, wolfish, piggish, insatiable.
Gruff - Brusque or stern in manner or appearance. Crusty, rough, surly.
Gullible - Will believe any information given, regardless of how valid or truthful it is, easily deceived or duped.
Hard - A person who is difficult to deal with, manage, control, overcome, or understand. Hard emotions, hard hearted.
Hedonistic - Pursuit of or devotion to pleasure, especially to the pleasures of the senses.
Hoity-toity - Given to flights of fancy; capricious; frivolous. Prone to giddy behaviour, flighty.
Humourless - The inability to find humour in things, and most certainly in themselves.
Hypocritical - One who is always contradicting their own beliefs, actions or sayings. A person who professes beliefs and opinions for others that he does not hold. Being a hypocrite.
Idealist - One whose conduct is influenced by ideals that often conflict with practical considerations. One who is unrealistic and impractical, guided more by ideals than by practical considerations.
Idiotic - Marked by a lack of intelligence or care; foolish or careless.
Ignorant - Lacking knowledge or information as to a particular subject or fact. Showing or arising from a lack of education or knowledge.
Illiterate - Unable to read and write.
Immature - Emotionally undeveloped; juvenile; childish.
Impatient - Unable to wait patiently or tolerate delay; restless. Unable to endure irritation or opposition; intolerant.
Impious - Lacking piety and reverence for a god/gods and their followers.
Impish - Naughtily or annoyingly playful.
Incompetent - Unable to execute tasks, no matter how the size or difficulty.
Indecisive - Characterized by lack of decision and firmness, especially under pressure.
Indifferent - The trait of lacking enthusiasm for or interest in things generally, remaining calm and seeming not to care; a casual lack of concern. Having or showing little or no interest in anything; languid; spiritless.
Infamy - Having an extremely bad reputation, public reproach, or strong condemnation as the result of a shameful, criminal, or outrageous act that affects how others view them.
Intolerant - Unwilling to tolerate difference of opinion and narrow-minded about cherished opinions.
Judgmental - Inclined to make and form judgements, especially moral or personal ones, based on one’s own opinions or impressions towards others/practices/groups/religions based on appearance, reputation, occupation, etc.
Klutz - Clumsy. Blunderer.
Lazy - Resistant to work or exertion; disposed to idleness.
Lewd - Inclined to, characterized by, or inciting to lust or lechery; lascivious. Obscene or indecent, as language or songs; salacious.
Liar - Compulsively and purposefully tells false truths more often than not. A person who has lied or who lies repeatedly.
Lustful - Driven by lust; preoccupied with or exhibiting lustful desires.
Masochist - The deriving of gratification, or the tendency to derive gratification, from being physically or emotionally abused. A willingness or tendency to subject oneself to unpleasant or trying experiences.
Meddlesome - Intrusive in a meddling or offensive manner, given to meddling; interfering.
Meek - Evidencing little spirit or courage; overly submissive or compliant; humble in spirit or manner; suggesting retiring mildness or even cowed submissiveness.
Megalomaniac - A psycho pathological condition characterized by delusional fantasies of wealth, power, or omnipotence.
Naïve - Lacking worldly experience and understanding, simple and guileless; showing or characterized by a lack of sophistication and critical judgement.
Nervous - Easily agitated or distressed; high-strung or jumpy.
Non-violent - Abstaining from the use of violence.
Nosey - Given to prying into the affairs of others; snoopy. Offensively curious or inquisitive.
Obsessive - An unhealthy and compulsive preoccupation with something or someone.
Oppressor - A person of authority who subjects others to undue pressures, to keep down by severe and unjust use of force or authority.
Overambitious - Having a strong excessive desire for success or achievement.
Overconfident - Excessively confident; presumptuous.
Overemotional - Excessively or abnormally emotional. Sensitive about themselves and others, more so than the average person.
Overprotective - To protect too much; coddle.
Overzealous - Marked by excessive enthusiasm for and intense devotion to a cause or idea.
Pacifist - Opposition to war or violence as a means of resolving disputes. (Can double as a merit in certain cases)
Paranoid - Exhibiting or characterized by extreme and irrational fear or distrust of others.
Peevish - Expressing fretfulness and discontent, or unjustifiable dissatisfaction. Cantankerous, cross, ill-tempered, testy, captious, discontented, crotchety, cranky, ornery.
Perfectionist - A propensity for being displeased with anything that is not perfect or does not meet extremely high standards.
Pessimist - A tendency to stress the negative or unfavourable or to take the gloomiest possible view.
Pest - One that pesters or annoys, with or without realizing it. Nuisance. Annoying. Nag.
Phobic – They have a severe form of fear when it comes to this one thing. Examples: Dark, Spiders, Cats
Practical - Level-headed, efficient, and unspeculative. No-nonsense.
Predictable - Easily seen through and assessable, where almost anyone can predict reactions and actions of said person by having met or known them even for a short time.
Proud - Filled with or showing excessive self-esteem and will often shirk help from others for the sake of pride.
Rebellious - Defying or resisting some established authority, government, or tradition; insubordinate; inclined to rebel.
Reckless - Heedless. Headstrong. Foolhardy. Unthinking boldness, wild carelessness and disregard for consequences.
Remorseless - Without remorse; merciless; pitiless; relentless.
Rigorous - Rigidly accurate; allowing no deviation from a standard; demanding strict attention to rules and procedures.
Sadist - The deriving of gratification or the tendency to derive gratification from inflicting pain or emotional abuse on others. Deriving of pleasure, or the tendency to derive pleasure, from cruelty.
Sadomasochist - Both sadist and masochist combined.
Sarcastic - A subtle form of mockery in which an intended meaning is conveyed obliquely.
Skeptic - One who instinctively or habitually doubts, questions, or disagrees with assertions or generally accepted conclusions.
Seducer - To lead others astray, as from duty, rectitude, or the like; corrupt. To attempt to lead or draw someone away, as from principles, faith, or allegiance.
Selfish - Concerned chiefly or only with oneself.
Self-Martyr - One who purposely makes a great show of suffering in order to arouse sympathy from others, as a form of manipulation, and always for a selfish cause or reason.
Self-righteous - Piously sure of one’s own righteousness; moralistic. Exhibiting pious self-assurance. Holier-than-thou, sanctimonious.
Senile - Showing a decline or deterioration of physical strength or mental functioning, esp. short-term memory and alertness, as a result of old age or disease.
Shallow - Lacking depth of intellect or knowledge; concerned only with what is obvious.
Smart Ass - Thinks they know it all, and in some ways they may, but they can be greatly annoying and difficult to deal with at times, especially in arguments.
Soft-hearted - Having softness or tenderness of heart that can lead them into trouble; susceptible of pity or other kindly affection. They cannot resist helping someone they see in trouble, suffering or in need, and often don’t think of the repercussions or situation before doing so.
Solemn - Deeply earnest, serious, and sober.
Spineless - Lacking courage. Cowardly, wimp, lily-livered, gutless.
Spiteful - Showing malicious ill will and a desire to hurt; motivated by spite; vindictive person who will look for occasions for resentment. Vengeful.
Spoiled - Treated with excessive indulgence and pampering from earliest childhood, and has no notion of hard work, self-care or money management; coddled, pampered. Having the character or disposition harmed by pampering or over-solicitous attention.
Squeamish - Excessively fastidious and easily disgusted.
Stubborn - Unreasonably, often perversely unyielding; bull-headed. Firmly resolved or determined; resolute.
Superstitious - An irrational belief arising from ignorance or fear from an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome.
Tactless - Lacking or showing a lack of what is fitting and considerate in dealing with others.
Temperamental - Moody, irritable, or sensitive. Excitable, volatile, emotional.
Theatrical - Having a flair for over dramatizing situations, doing things in a ‘big way’ and love to be ‘centre stage’.
Timid -Tends to be shy and/or quiet, shrinking away from offering opinions or from strangers and newcomers, fearing confrontations and violence.
Tongue-tied - Speechless or confused in expression, as from shyness, embarrassment, or astonishment.
Troublemaker - Someone who deliberately stirs up trouble, intentionally or unintentionally.
Unlucky - Marked by or causing misfortune; ill-fated. Destined for misfortune; doomed.
Unpredictable - Difficult to foretell or foresee, their actions are so chaotic it’s impossible to know what they are going to do next.
Untrustworthy - Not worthy of trust or belief. Backstabber.
Vain - Holding or characterized by an unduly high opinion of their physical appearance. Lovers of themselves. Conceited, egotistic, narcissistic.
Weak-willed - Lacking willpower, strength of will to carry out one’s decisions, wishes, or plans. Easily swayed.
Withdrawn - Not friendly or Sociable. Aloof.
From The Character Therapist
“Okay…Angelica!” Called the short vet, head popping from the doorway next to the receptionist’s window. He bore a large grin; however, as soon as he gazed out into the lobby && saw WHICH Angelica it was—Because, trust me, he knows that cat when he sees it—His tan skin was sucked of color.
“M-Mrs. Crank…” He squeaked out, gulping softly. “Is Dr. Lythe here today…?” He did N O T want to work with this cat again—Why…? Why ? ? ? If there was a God, why would he curse him with working with a cat like THIS one!?
“I don’t believe so.” She remarked && Angelo couldn’t help but feel his sinking heart PLUMMET into his stomach.
“Thank you…” He responded quietly, watching the man approach. “This way, sir…” He commanded almost lifelessly. “I will provide you with some leather gloves, sir. I’m going to need you to hold her down when I give her her shots…” He didn’t have that peppy attitude he almost always had.
Satan itself had entered the clinic && Angelo was N O T looking forward to this.
For a moment, it didn’t register that he was being requested when the cat’s name was the one being called out. Felix hesitated, still uncertain until he realized the vet was looking directly at him -- or rather, the cat, the colour drained from his face and his expression despaired. The vet’s disposition did little to reassure him. More and more he was beginning to question society’s preoccupation with taking in animals as pets. They were really quite frightening.
Reluctantly, Felix got to his feet and gathered the carrier in his arms, tensing visibly when the cat hissed. He swallowed as he approached, the colour in his face draining when the vet announced that he would be holding the cat down. “M-me?” For the first time he looked at -- really looked at -- the man. He was quite short, even compared to him, and looked more a child than a healthcare professional. If vets counted as healthcare professionals.
Nonetheless, he swallowed, following the man into the examination room and setting the cage down with the rumbling demon still inside. Again, he swallowed, pulling on the gloves as they were handed to him.
With the best of luck, they would at least come out of this alive.
