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"She's been missing since Friday and you're not worried?"
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@bigheadedbimbo Sent a 💬 to make a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator
"She's been missing since Friday and you're not worried?"
@bigheadedbimbo asked : ◆
why aren’t we roleplaying ? status : accepting .
being shy is totally okay ! <3 never feel bad about that . i can come to you , if you’d like ?
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He didn’t want to come off creepy but he also sort of wanted her to have it, feeling like it was more weird to hold onto it but he gave a soft smile and nodded, “Yeah, actually… I don’t usually draw people because.. well it can be weird but..” a shrug as lips press together and he hands her the sketch he made of her in his notebook, “Felt weird to keep but you don’t have to..”
@bigheadedbimbo ; STARTER CALL.
“Yougood...?” Roxanne crept down the bleachers to spot the blonde with her face buried in her hands. Initially, Peter just ordered Roxanne to scout out a few potential candidates for their newest ritual, but this was just all too perfect. It’s like Samhain themselves whispered to the loyal follower that she was the chosen one. “Are you... Are you crying or somethin’, I...?” The girl felt herself cringe. She was having trouble feigning empathy.
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Daniel glances around them, fingers gentle under her chin as he uses the sleeve of his shirt to wipe the blood from her nose, “That’s okay…” a flex of his jaw as he looks the busted lip over, “That’s… Hm, let me get you some ice..” waiting for an acknowledgment of some kind before he got up and went back into the gas station to come back with a cup of ice and a few napkins, making a small ice pack in one of the napkins before holding it up to her lip, “Do you know… why they did this?”
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Obviously Hades and death had an extremely close relationship, Hades didn’t control those who died, unless he was the one taking their life of course but there were certain occasions where he did show up to escort a soul, the psychopomps and another god or two usually did the delivery but it wasn’t unlike Hades to step in. He simply hums at her outburst, an understandable one, “Well, there are things to bring him back but that’s not my department…” he stands behind her though, the body still there and his brows furrowed wondering if he should blanket it with shadows but deciding not to.
‘ you killed her!
Billy wiped the blood off his knife and looked over from his gaze on the body. His usual dark brown hues bordered black and lacked anything behind them. A wicked grin perched on his lips. "Well no shit." He said as he stood up straight. "You have a point to make?" He was so casual and cold, no regard for what he had done or who it even was. Just nothing but hate and rage in the boy.
this can’t be a coincidence.
i know what you did last summer // accepting!
Veronica never thought they’d have to be in a police station again. Damn it. At least the hard part is over; now they’re just waiting for them to give the okay and she can go leave with everyone else. Sitting in the lobby is making her nauseous, covered in ash and soot and dried blood, and all she can think of is Ohio. Familiar, isn’t it? They’ve been doing their best to stare at their feet, avoid conversation, leg bouncing with anxiety. It takes a couple of tries of attempting to talk to them before they actually lift their head up, mind elsewhere and not paying a single ounce of attention. Did they space out?
“Well, it’s certainly weird that this has basically happened to me twice,” she tries really hard not to talk about the first time. But of course it made the news; Sherwood turned everything into a big stunt. They’re glad she’s moved, and they just hope nobody recognizes them at all.
“... Want a cigarette?” She takes a pack out, tearing the film off and offering the girl next to her one.