#morb1dg1rl

[wolfeign]

❝  DON'T GIVE ME THAT, ❞ tossing her phone onto the couch, he wasn't interested in any phone calls that came in. the last thing that he wanted to do was listen to those in charge tell them to stay put. he was eager for something to happen, they had been couped up for too long. ❝  i'm not talking to any of them. you wanna talk with them, you do it. ❞ reaching over for the television remote, he turned up the volume some more. ❝  personally, i just want to see the end of this movie. the fuck did you put on anyways? ❞ he didn't know the name of it, but he was invested in it. leaning forward with his head planted on his hands - eyes fixated on the screen in front of him. she had some strange taste, granted - she was a strange girl. he couldn't say that he understood anything about her style - her interests a complete enigma to him. but, he was easy to entertain when it came to a movie.

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[hilllbillies]

"hey, you headin' into town? cause all these motherfuckers keep on passin' me by an' i just need a ride into town." don't even have a fucking car, can't steal one because louisa says that'll draw too much attention. man, her legs hurt like hell. / @morb1dg1rl

[guardiandem0n]

 “how do you spell mercenary?” she’s still not the best speller in the world. you need to give her a break. “i’ve already spelled it these ways but i didn’t look right.” no, april. it’s not merceinny or mercereny. // @morb1dg1rl

[glowsgreen]

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"Playing with dead things, are we?" He sounded as pompous as he was deadpan, "My, my... what has become of the youth?" He smirked, as if he had any room to talk.

[sheldoney]

morb1dg1rl asked:

“I wish I could fly. Or at least, like… menacingly hover.”

"When you mean fly do you mean like Superman or Dracula?"

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[origina1sin]

@morb1dg1rl "Scout Ann-Marit Carver," I glanced up to see the little heathen in question—- strapped down to the chair across the way. "Goodness, have I heard some things about You." I gestured to the pack of Pall Malls, "Cigarette? I'll light one for you." A pause. "On second thought..." Fetching the letter opener tucked away in a nearby drawer, I used it like a pocketknife... cutting through the restraints, rather than unbuckling them. "Help yourself," I hummed, purposefully leaning close—- close enough for her to reach, to grab, to kill. Not that there was any real danger of that.

"What a pretty thing you are," my voice took on a whisper, still not taking the sharp object out of her reach. Playing chicken. "Born with the gift of authentic impulse. And a predilection... to Satan Himself."

A tsk popped in the air between us at that, the tip of the letter opener suddenly resting firmly between her collarbones. "What's He like? I've always wondered! After all, I've spend so much time pitted against him... It might do me some good to Know what I'm up against." Sapphire eyes twinkled, ripe with the rot of The Fruit on the vine: "Such Devotion lies within you." My head tilted slightly, "A shame it's been misplaced. You could touch Greatness, Scout, if only you let yourself."

[cannib4l]

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"  where  did  you  hear  that  ?  "  ozzy  asked,  nervously  taking  a  sip  of  his  beer.  his  do  it  yourself  chain  made  noise  as  he  crossed  his  legs,  unable  to  keep  still  now  that  he  was  embarrassed  and  nervous.  he  didn't  know  how  scout  would  have  found  out  about  his  crush  on  her.  had  one  of  his  friends  blabbed  ?  that's  what  he  got  for  getting  drunk  whilst  jamming  out  with  them.  he  made  a  mental  note  to  kick  them  in  the  crotch  the  next  time  he  saw  them.  "  you  don't  believe  them  --  right  ?  "

[exorcigs]

@morb1dg1rl it’d taken him a month to prepare for this shit. a month. he’d given the caretaker a couple of bottles of vodka and his word that he wouldn’t leave a mess, scout’s honor and all that. sure thing, the man had been more than happy to ignore whatever weird shit he was gonna do, he said. it was all the same to him as long as he cleaned after himself. it was all fucking dirt, anyway, what mess could he really make?

john had a whole giant magic circle chalked up in an area of the cemetery. he had candles going too. all the bells and whistles for the son of a bitch, hoping he’d catch him in a good mood. though, with demons, they were usually in a good mood. specially nowadays that things were going to shit.

john put another cigarette to his lips and lit it, taking a deep drag as he did, ready to start summoning the fucker. he rolled up his sleeves, exposing the tattooed skin of his arms now, clearing his head and all to start when he heard rummaging around about some gravestones far to his left.

psychic feelers out and attentive, he didn’t even need to look.

a young girl. kinda goth-y, he thought. for whatever that was these days. “ain’t it past your bedtime, kid?”