#mooretech

[absolutelynolifeguard]

@mooretech cont. from [x]

“Fuck ya’self.” They groan, that New Englander accent coming out hard in their current distress. “Help me if ya gonna help me, d’n say shit.” They’re lying on the ground in a nice pool of their own blood. Such is life when one dabbles with protecting people from monsters, right? 

Their arm is pressed to their side, breathing in sharp, wheezy gasps. That’s where the blood seems to be coming from. Their face is bruised, one eye nearly swollen shut, their lip split. All in all, they’re not looking too hot at the moment. 

[lcverbooy-archive-blog]

@mooretech 

“On my life-- I have never committed a crime...that wasn’t meant to benefit multiple parties.”

[cenobxte-blog]

“Are you going to kill me?”

        THE PONTIFEX GAZED AT THE MAN BEFORE HIM, examining the being thoroughly. Each step was placed carefully as he circled his prey, being almost lost in his own masochistic fantasies. To be summoned, was to be brought forward by a desire for something MORE -- one which the man had to poses, whether being aware of it or not. It would be as it always was; to be brought forth by those in search for what they desire most, and to be gifted the ultimate experience -- a HIGHER UNDERSTANDING of pain and pleasure at their most highest peak. So much so, making it difficult to tear both sensations apart. There was no fun in destroying what could be fully explored; what could be educated on the restrictions of skin.

``KILL? Oh, no -- such a waste of good FLESH.``

[absolutelynolifeguard]

“You ever get de ja vu?“

“Yeah, actually. A lot.” 

There’s a pause, then a surprised sort of. Laugh. 

“Like I keep doing this over and over, like respawning in a video game or some shit, just working to get the right ending. Crazy, right?”

[cultkiid]

@mooretech ; starter call !

    “Deliveryyyy...?” She balanced the box on her knee as she used her free hand to rap her knuckles against the door. The address was the last scheduled drop-off for Roxanne. Just one more signature and she could go home. “HELLO?” Another impatient knock. “Deli--” The box slipped from her grip and fell to the floor. “Shit.” She promptly bends down and scoops up the package. Something sounded broken. 

[bitterdeadguy]

@mooretech // starter call.

           “ hey . . . what’s THAT you’re working on here ?? ” as a ghost, it’s PRETTY EASY to tell when someone isn’t necessarily human. kind of auras, he supposes, or maybe it’s just a magnetic pull? shane doesn’t know, but he can just TELL  that something is off about this guy. it’s how he felt when he met lavender for the first time. “ doing anything interesting ?? ” and of course, shane just HAS to be annoying, as ghosts do.

[lacksmotive-a]

@mooretech (theatre starters!):

“You’ve never fucking lived until you’ve sat in an air-conditioned car with three other people who’re all eatin’ fast food, while, at the same time, you’re all beltin’ out the lyrics to any and every musical song that comes on from your friend’s playlist.”

[fiinalgiirl]

“Come on, it’s just an urban legend…”

"And Hell is just a sauna,” she retorted with a sharp, sideways look at him.

She’s run into Just Urban Legends, demons and angels and there was always one thing they had in common -- people never took them seriously enough. It was alway poke the bear and Rosie can appreciate the sentiment, but she didn’t sign up to go prodding this bear and, in fact, she had things she’d rather do.

“You know what, why don’t you go in there and tell me how it goes. Facetime me or something so I can watch your demise from the coffee shop or something.”