#akillersmind

[strongerthanblood--archived]

Out of Annoyance & Hate: I'm sorry for not replying for the last who knows how many days and I'm sorry for not giving out starters etc.... but I just can't seem to get a good reply out adn when I read the ones I write they look crappy as shit so there's my excuse... whoopsy. I'll reply soon, I SWEAR!!

[littlebirdnamedjehan]

a-killersmind replied to your photo: 

Me too, baby, me too. I have a cold. >.<

{I either have tonsillitis or laryngitis or something I'm going to the doctor tomorrow}

[shesnotcrazy]

Open RP for 4 new guests

Sleep spirited him away from his work as Norman's head lay against the counter top. His eyes shut and his chest expanding and contracting with each slow breath. Baby's breath, his Mother had called it: deep in depth, slow, quiet, and even like the deep breaths of a summer breeze. But that was long ago that she told him that. 

The creak of the office door woke him from his dreamless sleep causing Norman to sit up right in his uncomfortable wooden chair. Quickly running an exhausted hand over his face, he put on a smile and greeted the new customer. 

"Sorry...It's always a little hard to keep my eyes open when it's three in the morning. Anyways, do you need a room?"

[sarcasticandfearless-blog]

Violet & Dylan // The Basement

Indie rock music surrounded the still room from upstairs, almost making it seem that life was still there in that empty house. The honey blonde was humming to the music, reading old books again and again, only waiting for the time to pass through to Halloween to get new ones. But, Halloween was so far away, it seemed and there was nothing to do. It was all the same routine every single day, whether there were new owners or not. It was truly dull to the young ghost, tapping her finger on the cover on a book beside her. Then, it hit her. An idea.

Rushing out of her room and down the stairs, into the hallway, she was directly going to the basement. There was a bit of tension once she got to the door, knowing that she might risk seeing Tate there. At the count of three in her head, she opened the door to only reveal darkness and with that, she counted her way down the familiar stairs as the light flickered.

Looking around, she didn't spy Tate anywhere but, she did see a familiar ball that was gently swaying. Bending down in front of the ball, she rolled it to the shadows as she did before, hoping that she wasn't alone there in the basement with Tate, Hayden and all the others.

[gravely-everett-archive-blog]

flightsofcuriosity started following you

domusfoliis started following you

a-killersmind started following you

verberavi started following you

"You dropped this." In his outstretched hand, he clutches a wallet, offering it to the stranger.

Dropped is an extremely loose term. It’s more along the lines of I took this from your pocket, combed through it and didn’t find anything I wanted so take it back, please. What they don’t know won’t hurt them, though. And incidentally, what they don’t know won’t hurt him either.

Well. What they hopefully don’t know, at any rate. And if they do indeed know that little trick he just tried to pull, then please God let them be kind or too weary to raise a fuss.