#dancingfreckledtitan

[aetherialauxilium]

|| Out of Medicine ||

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[ymirstwin]

Mirror? | closed rp with dancingfreckledtitan

"Bored..." Ilse said to herself in a bored, somewhat groaning tone. The meetings that were held today made her struggle in keeping her eyelids open. Once they were done, she had nothing to do. For once, she wanted to go outside without a book. Honestly, she didn't know why herself. She rethought of going to her room and getting one, but she was just plain lazy at this time.

Her objective was to get to the park and sit under a tree for some shade and some air. With a moderate pace in walking and with her eyes gazed down, she walked, watching her feet and glancing to the path before her just to make sure she wasn't going to hit something.... but she did since she had kept her head down for too long. Looking up at the person she had bumped. She was about to apologize, but what was this? She thought for a second that she was looking at herself. A taller version of herself, of which she wished she was about that height as well. "Uh..." She started with a stutter. "Excuse me.." She said slowly, she wasn't so sure of how to act in front of this girl. Not to mention that the taller girl had some sort of intimidating look on her face considering how she looked down at Ilse, or was she just confused just like her?

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[asklivingfarlanchurch]

dancingfreckledtitan

  He shrugged, from all the stories he had heard from his new coworkers she was made out to be a beast. Granted he knew better than that, and regardless of what the others said, she was still human like any of them. He brought in a chair, knowing that this will take awhile. Farlan was new to this, which is why he was given this patient, as she had said he was less-valuable therefore replaceable. He did not mind this though.

He let out a sigh as he placed the chair down near the door, just to be safe should anything go wrong. The door created a solid thud as it shut, the sound was a bit unnerving, almost like some kind of prison door. He shuddered knowing that this was a true point of no return. He sat himself into the chair, clipboard in one hand, pen in the other, he began tapping the pen on the clipboard while also observing her.

"So, Ymir, you've got one hell of a file, an amazing streak of violence really... but I'm curious to know, what were you thinking when you attacked the other shrinks?"

[potionisms-blog]

dancingfreckledtitan:

“Criminal!AU: Our characters are criminals on the run from the police, doing whatever they can to remain free. They take on various disguises and aliases as they travel from country to country. “

Ymir and her partner — who she had barely ever spoken to had robbed a bank the other day. In the process ten people had died when one of their home-made bombs went off too early. They’d been on the run ever since. Ymir didn’t know how long it had been since they had last stopped for food. They’d only stopped every so often for gas and to use the bathroom. She was wildly bored, and they were approaching the airport, so she decided she’d try to get better acquainted with her partner.

"So, tell me about yourself?"

Gloved fingers drummed softly on the steering wheel of the Malibu, grip tightening and relaxing every so often. Running a hand through her hair, she basked in the mild relief of the cool air. Tension was high on her nerves as the duo drove along, her heart pounding in anticipation of what was ahead of them.

There was no guilt left from the crime they'd committed on her side, and she hoped it would lie the same with her accomplice. Until now, it'd been utterly silent asides from the gentle hum of the engine and the soft sound of the radio. Other cars would pass and drag behind, giving them good coverage from any peering eyes. The inquiry was unexpected; one she hadn't thought that the other would even bother ask.

         "Th' name's Phantas. Professional            thief, murderer, and seductress."                                                          

A laugh.

          "How 'bout yourself?"

[queenhistoriia-blog]

Closed purge roleplay with dancingfreckledtitan

Christa checked her watch nervously, picking up the speed of her walk when she saw the time that she had left. Two minutes. She wasn't too far away from home. One minute. Christa gasped when she heard the annual announcement that she always dreaded. Christa covered her ears and started to run as the announcement ended, but the footsteps behind her only seemed to get louder. Christa gasped loud when she felt two pairs of hands grab her arms, holding her where she was. "Help! S-someone help, please!" She yelled, hoping neither of them thought to bring any weapons.

[shingeki-no-zombie]

{ We welcome our very own Ymir to the hunt. }