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aint got a soul to talk to and its lonely here on skype. if anyone would like to talk for a bit just to fill the sunday silence then my own is rhymest33. just let me know who you are if you do decide to talk to me.
go big or die hard thats mama told me
The notion of being welcomed ANYWHERE almost makes lip corners upturn, eyes remaining fixed on his HOSTESS, cold && calculating. Had he not been so EXHAUSTED, he would have considered pumping her VEINS full of t o x i n && denying her questionable HOSPITALITY. But, his ALTERNATIVE being a trip back to the asylum he wasn’t so q u i c k to deny to idea of a WARM BED && a good MEAL—————- but THAT didn’t make him any less distrustful. ❝ Forgive me, I don’t DRINK. ❞
SHE DOES NOT GIVE UP SO EASILY. CAREFUL. SHE BITES. It was odd, but not uncommon, that men of his age would refuse the wine--- drinkers or not even those who were sober for ten years would make a toast so long it was in her honor. Then again, what HONOR did she have left? She does not falter, but instead carries on with the flow; undisturbed by the ripples she continues on with no problem. Her instincts were to pick and prod and JAB until he surrenders himself to her false kindness.
But men like this don't wave their flag for just anyone.
❝ how about a meal to fill you, or perhaps a soft bed to rest? You're a guest here, and you shall be treated as such. ❞
a new face to this god forsaken city never ended well. there was always a reason they came to Gotham— & she needed to know it.
movements are silent, bright hues focused on the form as she weaved through the street. analyzing every minuscule thing she could to gather information. muscles remained tense, ready to spring into action at any given moment. only when she spoke did the cowled female pause, eyes narrowing in the shadows. those words brought no comfort, no security. hiding was futile now, so she had no choice but to step out.
“—- It makes it easier to observe & tail after. Not many notice; except for you.”
she’s still, yet digits were placed carefully on the utility belt.
HER FORCED SMILE THREATENS BUT DOES NOT FALTER. Careful. They are always so careful and it aggravated her to no end. She pauses, but does not turn around, and leans her tempting frame against the cold concrete and shudders a bit. She was used to the gentle, yet powerful kisses that the sun rays supplied her every waking morning until the warm nights. Gotham's cold airs were, at first, unwelcoming. But soon became a chilling and exciting feeling that she had embraced with open arms.
❝ well you're not all that hard to feel, dear. Though, it doesn't hurt to have...
stronger senses than the average woman. ❞
Hey Crime fiction writers. Here’s an oft-cited reference chart to show you what different bullets look like going in and coming out.
"I am a writer…" I whisper as I reblog this.
LYING TO HERSELF CAUSE HER LIQUORS TOP SHELF. Her lips curl into a smile and she bats her eyelashes--- an actress to the end she will play the part of a kind maiden. The one who gives these travelers what they need--- either it be food or bedding she will supply --- only to take in return as payment; their freedom. Their pride. Their will. She will take it all, greedily, almost as selfishly as the men beasts on this land of hers. Almost.
❝ i usually do not get visitors at this hour, but none the less you are welcomed here traveler. Care for a glass of wine? ❞
( :// ?? )
SHE WALKS LIKE SHE RUNS THIS CITY. SELF PRIDED #!*&. She hums a cheery tune, dressed in her best and ready for the KILL ( BUT ONLY IF NEEDED. WOMEN DON'T STAR FIGHTS, THEY END THEM. ), the cold air hitting her hard yet she continues on like it was NOTHING. It bothered her none, she had rather this bone chilling weather than the sticky heat of her own containment.
❝ i understand it is your theme but must you stay true to it and stalk me in such a manner? ❞
SHE WELCOMES ( docile ) COMPANY.
( :// ??? )
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! — Tag ten people you want to get to know better. Tagged by: flashan Tagging: rvnin, domigerium, princetrihawkkubark
● BASICS
NAME: Baba BIRTHDAY: July 15th GENDER: Who knows. HEIGHT: 5’7”
● TALENTS
CAN YOU JUGGLE: Lol I am determined to master ART/SPORTS/BOTH: Art. DO YOU LIKE WRITING: Yes. DO YOU LIKE DANCING: No. DO YOU LIKE SINGING: Alone, sure.
● FANTASIZES
DREAM VACATION: Hawaii, maybe? Or Japan or China. So long as I am in well lit areas cause I am paranoid as fuck. DREAM GUY/GIRL: I don't really have one? I think I just enjoy the reality of a persons company, no dreaming about it I want someone real. And I do, right now, my loving girlfriend. DREAM WEDDING: … I don’t really… Plan on getting married. DREAM PET: LION. OR A SNOW TIGER. I will risk getting eaten I just want to feel FIERCE with that fucker in my house lol. DREAM JOB: To own my own pastry shop. Make cute little cupcakes and doughnuts and just live the bakers life.
● PREFERENCES
GUYS/GIRLS/BOTH: Doesn't matter to me. EYE COLOR: It does not matter. HAIR COLOR: It does not matter. HUMOROUS/SERIOUS: Humor. TALLER/SHORTER: Height means nothing. BIGGEST TURN OFF: Assholes. BIGGEST TURN ON: Sweethearts.
● OTHER
FAVORITE ARTIST: I don't have one. FAVORITE COLOR: Depends on my mood. LUCKY NUMBER: Seven. AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: Like, four? I don't like to sleep, sometimes. A PLACE THAT MAKES ME HAPPY: Home. LAST THING I GOOGLED: How the mafia make their income and various other crime related searches. HOW MANY BLANKETS I SLEEP UNDER: Just one, thick black one I've had since I was fourteen. TIME AND DATE AT THE MOMENT: 3:46 PM, February 18th.
“Did you just call me a ‘rat’?”
❝ did I STUTTER sweetheart? Now you can either walk by my side or walk away, I don't mind company but I DO mind sneaky company. It's RUDE. ❞
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AND HIS HEART IS BURNING. indie exclusive tommy shepherd / speed. est. july 1 2014. prev. mercuriius written by lux (x)
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SHE LAUGHS L I K E G O D
❝ oh, honey, if you wanted to be my escort of the day then all you had to do was ask. No need to sneak around like like a RAT, little boy. I don't bite. ❞
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SHE LAUGHS L I K E G O D