#mementoshard

[gamethecry]

@mementoshard / cont'd [ x ]

madison feels a laugh bubble in his throat , stitched hands coming to cover a burnt maw as the giggles seemed to flow out without hesitation . there was very little that mads had hope for anymore . he'd turned his back towards humanity the second it turn it's back on him , he found his best hope in the regard of finding and snuffing out those who wronged HIM . to any outsider , to any person with a functional brain , it would be easy to see that the brunet was in the wrong , was evil , had done bad things that were inconceivable ; yet , he still felt he was some patron saint in his own mind when he was at his highest . now was no different .

the second his throat constricts any remaining titters , his face falls into something flat , knuckles whitening as his fists curled into a ball . " you know , mark . maybe at one point it would have easy just to turn the other way , let you die on your own , but . . . " mads tsks , dominant hand reaching towards his waistband . " last time that happened , i ended up on the short end of the stick , so . . . " his sentence trails , feet slowly carrying him towards the raven .

" i , once again , am going to have to take matters into my own hands . " he grins , teeth glistening a faint crimson as fair fingers pull a knife from his waist band . " but , i can play fair , of course ! give you the first hit if you want . i know it's not the same as bringing a gun to a knife fight , but it's the best i can do . " madison snickers , arms opening as if to give mark a shot at him .

[rosetintedgunman]

@mementoshard - Pretend I posted this last week

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Wilford might have been accepting his role as Santa better than he had in earlier years, but it didn't mean he was immune from moments where he wanted out.

Klaus, for whatever reason, had decided that his outfit needed some proper sprucing up. At first, Wilford had been all for it. His outfit was boring. Just fluff! That's no fun! The regular dark red hat had been taken off and put aside in favour for trying something new.

But... Everything was gaudy. It had clashing colours, or was too bright, or lacked pink! The current hat - a beanie with stuffed fabric antlers - was tugged down with a huff.

"I wanna try an' make my look more 'me'! I know I'm 'sposed to be a 'figurehead' but... I'm still me. I don't wanna lose that, even if it's a 'one night only' kinda thing."

Normally, this would be where he would tug his pink, curled moustache to emphaise the point, but even that had turned white and blended in with the beard.

[gamethecry]

@mementoshard / cont'd [ x ]

something wicked it was . sharing a face of someone with far less of a backbone . color madison curious ( although he knew what happened to the cat ) , he found this THING interesting . the similarities , yet stark differences he saw crack and blemish across the surface . it speaks with a level of decorum , nothing to call home about , but enough to pique the psycho's intrigue even further . it knew how to talk , well enough to keep a man looped in . it seemed to hold powers that mads wasn't necessarily impressed by , but curious about nonetheless . portions of his mind sought destruction of a creature so close in nature to a man he hated with a deep passion , but more earnestly inquisitiveness struck deeper to the core .

the brunet leans forward , stitched hands folding in front of him as he watched the way the creature lurched and swayed to keep itself upright ; something animalistic . he scoffs , eyes rolling at the raven's comment before it has snuck closer to where mere feet breach their distance and those hazel hues blow wide . " you'd be the weird one to call me madison , let's start there . " mads leans back into his seat , eyes training the other's features with a narrowed intrigue . the question has the hairs standing on the back of his neck , not in fear , but more so as a primal instinct ; as if he's realized he's in the room with another killer .

" plenty . " a smug , vacant grin paints burnt features , hands wrung around one another . " more often than not though , if i want to kill i DO . there isn't any hesitation , any second thoughts . simply i want to , so i will . " his head tilts , human looking to monster with a lopsided smile . " let's turn that question around and rephrase it , shall we ? " his brows cock before a titter leaves him , expression fauxly saccharine . " how often DO you kill ? "

[gamethecry]

@mementoshard asked: ☹ ; whatever go my dave torres 23 . Minor concussion

matt practically jumped back in shaken fear when he saw someone in the place he'd been squatting in for shelter . it wasn't necessarily like people were just WALKING around nowadays , hanging out with one another like everything was normal . society was FAR past normalcy at this point , something evident by intruders intruding without knowing they are . the brunet's head smacks against the nearest wall , fair hands coming to clasp at the injured area with a pained groan as his eyes narrowed to attempt to keep his vision clear . the edge of his vision became blurry and whatever this guy in front of him was saying sounded more akin to the aftermath of a flash grenade .

one pupil dilated , one standard , head swimming with fog , matthew already KNEW that a concussion was rearing up on his mind and body . so , drearily , a hand pressing into the wall to try and keep his form steady , the brunet murmured . " should probably wear a bell if you're gonna be so quiet . " he gives a pain chuckle , squinting and grimacing as the action sent licks of flame along his skull . " hey , so , i know we just met , but i just bashed my head pretty hard here ; would you mind checking my eyes ? i don't . . . i gotta be on top of this if it's gonna make me drowsy . " and drowsy he was becoming , not fast , but enough to have concern biting at his ankles .

matthew knew better than to sleep . while he was unsure what EXACTLY would happen to him once he DID sleep , he knew that he WASN'T going to die from a minor concussion .

[selfmenticide]

@mementoshard \ cont'd [ x ]

nathaniel snorts , a tan arm coming to wrap around the raven as he fights the urge not to laugh . what could he say ? he understood no better than anyone else the tribulations of being an overnight worker and the effects that had on the body ( and mind ) . " dude , i can tell . you look like shit honestly . " nate huffs , a tight lipped smile on his face as he brings mark to sit down in the rolling chair . " listen , you should probably just chill for the night . it would super suck to have to report that you died because you didn't get enough sleep or water . " as if a spark went off in his head , he raises a single finger before coasting to the other side of the room , digging through his backpack and pulling out a water bottle .

" speaking of , you should PROBABLY be doing a little bit more of this , " he points to the bottle with his free hand before gesturing it out to mark , " and a l i t t l e less stressing . i'm telling you we're going to be fine , these guys aren't as scary as you chocking them up to be . i PROMISE . "

[selfmenticide]

🏰 ; from the convict to dark - @mementoshard :3c hai vro..

151 . They get away with murder! I can never get away with anything!

call it heated ramblings , call it genuine anger , dark wasn't one who often was verbal with the thoughts that plagued his mind . it wasn’t the beast to yell into an endless void when there would be no voice to respond , he’d screamed for m e r c y for too long . on this day though , as the raven coasted through halls and doorways , mind burdened by the past , it finds that the endless nature of walking has yielded the will to bicker . dark eyes are cast to the floor , watching as the scenery around him shifted and changed with each passing step . it would seem a hatched scheme being foiled once again had set the beast off .

" how is it HE can get away atrocities , things unbeknownst to man without as much as a scrape , but when I attempt to rectify those issues i am smote on the spot ? " the words are murmured , as if it spoke to no one in specific , a monster bound by tumultuous emotions that infected an intelligent mind which sought any momentary relief from it's internal war . " they get away with MURDER ! i can never get away with anything ! " black eyes look forward , finding he has no clue where he has ended up .

they land on a figure , one familiar , but not SIMILAR . seeking an answer , a point to base where he must go to be HOME , the entity calls out to the other , unsure if it's heard his mindless rambles . " you . are you able to hear me ? " his voice bounces off of seemingly endless walls , beckoning the other closer .

@mementoshard

[selfmenticide]

☹☹ ; waves a gun in ur face ( evan and noah.. @mementoshard )

noah has: 27 . Scratches on arms evan has: 75 . Bite wound on arm

god , things had gotten so bad between the last time he'd remembered even seeing evan's face . to be fair , the last time he could recall seeing the other was when he was being puppetted around like a meatsack by a creature far worse . probably why he'd acted the way he did when they first saw each other . the brunet had been nothing short of aggressive , wild eyes , swinging fists , anything that would connect .

he isn't even sure of it himself , how he found himself b i t i n g at available flesh , anything to get the beast he felt he couldn't trust away from him , but there was a moment of clarity . when gnashing teeth and swiping claws ceased , brown eyes looked up at the other , hands loosening from around the wrists that scraped at his arms and breath hitching in his throat as he wearily looked the other over .

" e- . . . " noah swallows thickly , eyes buzzing with stress and nerves as he pushed himself to crawl away from the damage he had caused . " holy shit . . . evan ? is it really fucking you ? " asking such questions always made his skull feel as if it was on fire , fear that his inclinations would come true and he would not be in the clear . " or is it HABIT ? " his eyes narrow , chest heaving with labored breaths as his hands subconsciously went to protect his vital organs . " please don't fuck with me right now ! i swear to god ! "

@mementoshard

[selfmenticide]

@mementoshard \ cont'd [ x ]

henrik had become some sort of accustomed to these men , these strangers of similar face with vastly different lives . the convict was no different beyond it’s nature to be reserved , to be a silent worker . the doctor knew of the struggle , knew what it was to be someone who did as he was told with bite and vigor . a dog barely collared , never leashed . the brunet would be a fool to say he saw himself in the convict , he didn’t . this man had seen horrors unbeknownst to most and hold that weight upon it’s shoulders until he died . henrik would never know THAT .

but , he did know being a man unwilling to accept help , hence why his offer for help was not presented as a question . blue eyes watch as the raven hesitantly exposes his wound , a small smile gracing his features as he gave a small nod . “ z’hank you . “ the words are also signed despite him know the other can hear , almost as a sign of respect. “ i v’ill make z’his quick , i know you have better to do , but it’s best not to walk around injured . “

pale hands pull his glasses from his head to perch along his nose before gesturing to the hoodie . “ please , move z’his so i may see z’he v’ound . “