#doepoet

[mxldito]

" is that a fucking body ? "

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff !

Coyote shot upright, instinctively wiping their mouth, "What? Really?" Almost forgetting to swallow the mouthful of cold blood that flooded their maw, some of it dribbled onto their chin and down onto the front of their shirt. "Oh." They licked their lips.

They loomed over a partially opened body bag, nails digging into the soft chest of a middle-aged man's corpse. Eyes glancing down at the body once more, "I mean... I knew. Don't know what I'm gettin' all embarrassed about." Maybe they were expecting to get an earful of how gross and disrespectful it was.

"He don't need all his blood where he's goin' anyway. The EMTs shouldn't have just ditched him like that. Fucked!" They made the EMTs leave him behind. It wasn't their fault they didn't have the mental fortitude to reject their little mental tricks. "Can I get back to doin' my thing, or is this gonna be a whole stink? Because if that's the case, I'd rather you make it fast before this dude becomes an entire grown man-sized stink."

[decaeys]

@doepoet : take a step back

there is no hesitation in his movement: the toreador takes a slow, meaningful step away from the person before him and lowers his head in repentance. " forgive me my dear, I meant no harm. " as his golden eyes raise to glance over his prey, he takes a moment to rest his gaze on her hands. a smile forms upon his lips at the sight of the fingertips in particular: an artist's hands, no doubt about it. now all he need know is the craft.

" I was drawn in by the familiarity I feel towards you, a kinship I have only known in close friends and accomplices. tell me, have I met you somewhere before? at an art gallery perhaps, or a poetry reading? something tells me this is not the first I have seen of you, and nor will it be the last. "

[delineaten]

someone followed me

“ i've been thinking about that place on divisadero. ” daniel slings his arm around the stranger's shoulders without missing a beat, guiding her onto a new path. good to stay calm, take unexpected detours, he doesn't look over his shoulder. he's been staying off divisadero lately, but it's the first place he thinks of that's bright and loud and serves a great lamb biryani. there's a suppressed urge to ask if she thinks the person following her has sharp teeth; he's supposed to be helping.

it's vaguely alarming—whatever's following her is threatening enough that she approached a strange man for help. he's more paranoid than he shows, rattling on about a book he's thinking about writing that's just the plot to ghostbusters like they're old friends. daniel considers dropping her off at a police station but would rather take his chances with a shadow that has sharp teeth than one this city's cops. no naan at the SFPD anyway. he throws the girl a smile that he hopes is more reassuring than not. “ you still like indian food, yeah? ”

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[lorestold]

the silence was eerie, cold and strange. it was an entirely strange feeling, to hear your every step as you move in the darkness, the beat of two hearts thrummed in his ear. he’s seen this before, in some movie donna insisted they watch—he didn’t understand the human entertainment for other people pretending to be who they weren’t. something he’d figure out later, for now the sound of footsteps echoed around them. their own, repeated back to them like an echo recorded into old stone and walls of catacombs long forgotten by history and time. 

i feel like we're not alone . ( for 14 ! )

he listens further, a little closer this time to the sounds of footsteps that echoed against the aging walls around them. there. he heard it more clearly this time. an extra step, another. it wasn’t the echoes of their own. no, this was a heavier step, an attempt to be quiet and copy their own as they walked through the darkness with nothing but a dim torch to see more than three feet in front of them. 

“you might be right.” he says, putting a hand up to stop @doepoet from moving another step forward, halting his own pace. the step from within the darkness continues before it stops. perhaps whoever or whatever it was realized their mistake. a quiet nod, a finger rises to his lips. the torch he carried wouldn’t be enough to illuminate the area the steps were coming from. cheap, outdated equipment. thoughts spoken to himself.

“we aren’t too far from the tardis.” this person or thing was using the darkness to an advantage—it’s own advantage. the doctor wasn’t willing to fight it in the dark, or give it the home advantage. 

running would mean it knew they knew it was there. the area was silent—aside from the sound of his hearts beating in his ears. “pretend.” whispered words as he continues to walk. “it is unaware we know it’s there.” he nods in the direction of the familiar blue box, not too far from their location. abandoning the reason they truly came to the location in the first place.