#grlfrmnqwhere

[sharpsuite]

@grlfrmnqwhere played: do you hate me, or something? / for ann from mara!!

𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗡𝗔𝗠𝗘: UNPROMPTED ASK - always delightfully accepting!

Ann's expression is steel ; cold and unyielding in the face of a monster. The audacity of a woman like that to ask such a question. AS IF IT WOULD BE A SHOCK TO BE HATED. Like her face hadn't been plastered all over the televisions and newspapers when the case broke open. FIFTEEN. Fifteen innocent lives. Ann didn't use the word hate lightly. But in this case? She could see why it would be made.

You disgust me. The words sit on the tp of Ann's tongue but she doesn't say them. And with her eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, there's no way to know what she's thinking. Ann knows better than to react. TOO MANY KILLERS ENJOY THEIR INFAMY, reveling in the sense of power or getting off on reliving their crimes. Too many like to brag about it, or flaunt it around.

Now Ann understands why she'd seen players running away from approaching the venue. " I'm not playing a game with you. " Ann's voice is icy and curt. She hasn't crossed over the threshold into the game arena, nor is she close enough for a sudden move to drag her in. Ann doesn't like violence, but now is one of the few times she wished she had a gun or EVEN ONE OF THE MILITANTS. Unfortunately she has neither.

It's true that anyone here could be FORCED to become a killer either directly or indirectly. But Mara? That was something else entirely. Ann still remembers all the grieving families coming in and out of the station.

" What I think doesn't matter. " Ann doesn't like the idea of turning her back to this woman SO SHE DOESN'T. " I'm going to play elsewhere. " Hatter wouldn't care so long as cards game back.

[praecipitata]

grlfrmnqwhere asked: how does my pumpkin look? / from yvonne!!

bella leans closer to see yvonne's beautifully carved pumpkin, her eyes glittering with delight. "this? this is art. she's exquisite," she compliments with a smile, impressed and half wishing she had the idea. "she's got personality. she knows she's the prettiest one on the porch," she laughs, brushing a leaf off her skirt. "if i disappear later, it's because i've run off to start a pumpkin monarchy because she's clearly the queen," she teases playfully. "i'm still sketching out a few ideas before i carve mine... what do you think about a black cat with some spooky looking flowers and fancy swirls around it?"

[stagborne]

are you here for some specific reason? / from love!!

INBOX PROMPTS ╱ 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔.

He shakes his head, the action much more noncommittal than it is, hands going to the comfort of the worn navy blue jacket he wore. He was only there as a formality, a chance to scope out the area and try to pinpoint the target he was searching for. He has no reason to suspect her. In fact, no one in particular was on his radar. This was just standard questioning of the locals, given that Will was not from the area.

“I am investigating a few disappearances in the area. I’ve been asking around local shops to see if anyone knows the victim.” Will rummages through his pocket and produces a photo, passing it over. “Have you ever seen her come in? And if so, when was the last time you remember?”

[sharpsuite]

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗚𝗔𝗠𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗚𝗜𝗡𝗦 . . . ( starter call ) 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗘𝗥: @grlfrmnqwhere ( kasumi )

The laws of the previous world hold no weight here in the Borderlands. Not really. IT'S HATTER'S RULES. Which are simple, yes. Easy to remember with little that people would protest against outside of the death to the traitors law. But few consider it when the Beach has running water, electricity, food, water, and other luxuries that would be GUARANTEED to be absent elsewhere. THERE'S THE TENSION BETWEEN THE MILITANTS AND THE IDEALISTS, but even that wasn't so bad as to make things unbearable. Ann has her side and she sticks with it. It doesn't mean she' blindly trusts them.

Mira is helpful, and Ann does enjoy the intellectual conversations they have. But there's something that feels off. Call it years of police work fine-tuning instinct. ( Of course it isn't anything like a sixth sense or gut feeling ; it is more accurately learning to TRUST THE BRAIN when it says something is off even when you can't pinpoint it. ) There is something off about Mira. Or, perhaps it's simply Ann's dislike for what seems like a general disregard of life from the other woman. Either way, it draws her faint wariness. IT MEANS KASUMI EARNS THAT SAME FEELING WHEN THE OTHER WOMAN STARTS GETTING TOO CLOSE WITH MIRA. No one else has, and it is worth being a red warning flag. Maybe it's nothing. Maybe it's something. It doesn't change how Ann interacts, but it lurks as a little note in the back of her mind.

Ann's sitting in the meeting room when the door opens eyeing the wall of cards rather than in the dark belly of the basement like she often was. Her head turns at the sound. Technically anyone could come in here, but it was MORE OFTEN THAN NOT the executives. She dips her head towards Kasumi as a slight nod of acknowledgement.

" Sorry, Mira isn't here right now if you're looking for her. And I believe Kuzuryu is working numbers on supplies again. " The man tended to go above and beyond. But he was reliable. " Unless you're here for something else? " Ann adds after a moment of silence.

[ghostsinthegallery]

are you serious? / from kasumi, to kuina!

"Yeah, I did it myself," Kuina said, glancing from her hair up to Kasumi. The other girl had asked about the way she styled her hair, and was seemingly surprised that she was able to do it herself. Kuina had to learn a lot of stuff herself when learning how to present as the female she truly felt like.

[fablesuntold]

@grlfrmnqwhere sent: was that your plan? — From Kasumi Sumerrvan for Arisu Ryohei ✨

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐑: 𝟓𝟎.

The eerie automated voice sounded, and with it, Arisu felt his heart practically leap into his throat upon hearing the number had increased considerably from last round. 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌!? And all because he’d so confidently spoken up to try and help the woman struggling to formulate an answer to the question on her drawn fortune slip— 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 his suggestion. A painful one off the right answer. She didn’t seem too thrilled with him now, her tone making him wince the minute she spoke up to chide ‘was that your plan?’ which had Arisu’s eyes widening, head shaking frantically at the hinted accusation.

“What? No, of course not! I was trying to help you. I didn’t mean to—” 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘, before he had a chance to truly apologise for his mistake.. fiery glimmers of orange caught his peripheral. Arisu didn’t even need to look to know a rain of flaming arrows was heading 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌. “Get down!” Body moving on autopilot, Arisu bolted forward and tackled the woman out of the line of fire, both of them toppling down to the ground behind a stone pillar just in time for several arrows to narrowly miss them by mere 𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒.

[stringswoven]

Night is falling. The stages are set. Another night of beautiful chaos and reminders of how precious life is. Enjoying her evening tea, the coded knock and door opening reveals an unexpected guest, face cards under strict rules to avoid interaction as much as possible to deter any suspicions or reveals. Those unlucky enough to find themselves as witnesses, however, were easily deemed Traitors. Poor unfortunate souls more often than not simply finding themselves in the wrong place at the wrong time, Hatter’s desire for control knowing no bounds, and the accused were left with no one to defend them from his tyrannic dealing of justice. Off with their heads.

“ Ka~ su~ mi~. What a pleasant surprise~! A visit from my dearest friend. ” In this safe space, masks were cast aside — figuratively speaking. Mira’s mask was always permanent on her features, perfectly sculpted like porcelain. However, she’d take @grlfrmnqwhere’s secret to the grave, an unspoken understanding, an everlasting bond.

‘ We should hang out together. ’

Elation lights up Mira’s face, bone chilling if glimpsed upon by anyone else that wasn’t her fellow Queen. “ How flattering~! I’m so touched, Kasumi~! What a wonderful idea~! It’s not too late for us to volunteer our time for tonight’s events. We could enter a game~? There are a few Diamond and Heart cards Hatter is tragically missing from his collection. If we brought one back, he’ll be eating out of the palm of my hand. One step closer to the next phase~ ” She couldn’t think of a better way to spend time together, basking in the misery and torture of those undeserving until the final seconds with their assistance.

[ghostsinthegallery]

where did you find this? / for yaba, from mara!!

"You'd be surprised by the types of things you can find when you're not afraid to search dead bodies," Yaba answered. A lot of the other Borderlands visitors were squeamish about blood and corpses. He supposed it had to do with not being exposed to it much. Yaba didn't have experience with corpses, but he found he wasn't bothered by it.