#condemnxr

[kllsworn]

@condemnxr​ Cont. from Here 

Zack gave an amused snort, stomping onto the remains and causing blood to spill into the air, splashing against walls. “Or what? You gonna FORCE me?” Another stomp causing the shoulder to pop out of the joint with a disgusting crack! Good thing the guy was already dead, or that would have hurt. 

[kllsworn]

" I actually think you are rather smart, Zack! Maybe you can figure out how to open this door for me, hm? ~ " Totally Not suspicious. -- Cathy { condemnxr }

“What? So you can make me trip again? I’m not gonna fall for your shit tricks again, BITCH. Only because ya got me once, doesn’t mean I can’t learn. So UP YOURS!!” He flipped her off while also, coincidentally, leaning against said door.

[maskedmuses-archived]

@condemnxr​  ♡’d for Azuna!

“Again?”

The voice rung out, the tenor of the woman unamused by the gleaming expression across the blonde woman’s face before her. Cries from the heap of clothing and blood were plainly ignored by the two that stood abreast of the scene, their attention on each other far more intriguing to the former priestess. Sandy optics held the dull green across from her, lips pulled in a frown as the question echoed in the silence between them.

A flicker of Azuna’s gaze shifted to a small line of crimson streaking across Cathy’s cheek. The jailer’s hand had been cleaned already, the smell still sticking to her skin, and must have been a remnant missed by her eagerness. Or simply she wanted the décor of it, Azuna had barely been able to solve the machinations of the other’s woman’s mind. “Wasn’t the one two days ago enough to sate you for at least a week?” A tone almost akin to scolding a child for snatching an additional treat.

The man at their feet cried out for help once more, shifting to crawl towards the dark haired woman. “Don’t move,” she instructed towards the convict without pulling her eyes away from Cathy. “You’ll only make your wounds worse, and we can’t have that now, can we?” A smile began to twist at the edges of the stoic expression before her focus fell upon the wounded man that stunk of blood.

Not only his, blood from victims, Azuna was certain.

Lowering herself down towards the ground, crouching towards the bleeding man, Azuna looked him over. Lacerations apparent on his skin, perhaps from a whip—it would explain the line on Cathy’s cheek for sure—or some other object. Burn marks from the electric batons they used. Reaching forward with ungloved hands, something entirely uncommon for a person in her field of work, grasped the inmate’s head within her fingers roughly, the sandy optics shifting to a silver while a small glow emanated from her palms.

“Do you want all of the pain to be taken away, or just the injuries?” An inquiry up to Cathy that she knew was still watching. Wounds began to stitch together slowly, blood soaking back through the skin. “Was he on your list, or were you just having a little fun before you could call on me to see me again?”

[dollfiend]

‘ who are you? ’ ~ Cathy { condemnxr }

“Mephistopheles. It is quite a pleasure to meet you.” The being would say, holding one one sleeve covered hand to their chin. “This certainly is interesting.” The atmosphere certainly wasn’t welcoming, it felt so sterile and yet vibrating with energy all the same. 

They’re not quite sure how to feel about it yet. “What is this?”

[nightmareofisidore]

@condemnxr​ liked for a starter

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“Where am I?”

Life had been surprisingly good ever since leaving St. Isidore. While her car breaking down and having to abandon her supplies was a blow, meeting up with a group of raiders had quickly turned her luck around.

This wonderfully cool and exciting world still existed just for her, even in the midst of her despair, dragging her back from nothing!

“This isn’t Megurigaoka Tower. Tell me where I am, and tell me now.”

She glared at the other woman in the room, taking out her hunting knife for her to see. 

“How did you get past the security to get me... here? Answer me!”