#newfriend?

[itsy-cutesy-spidey]

… Friend?

[kiki-wiccan]

Avia had a bad habit of falling in love too easily. Her Angel side makes her a fool for romance. She met a guy online and started to talk with him for a while. They ended up meeting up a couple times in person around crowds. This time he wanted to take her on a spooky date. To an abandoned house. She daydreamed at the thought and agreed to go. She loved haunted places.

This was where she could be alone with him, and not around crowds. She hated being around people. But he was an exception and was intoxicated by his love. The Angel side of her grew more and more romantic with every meeting towards him. She finally got to the abandoned place and saw him. She was captivated by his appearance.They explored and had a bit of laughs for a while until they got to the top floor. "Look at this room! So cool!" She beamed. He however had other plans. He

Moved closer to her and put his hand on her waist."Hey what are you doing?" She was taken aback, but he planted a kiss on her lips. He tasted sweet and she loved every second of it."Wow that was..." She was cut off by him giving her another kiss. "Woah... I..." She tried to speak but he wouldn't let her. He grew more aggressive with it."Hey... Can you..." She couldn't get a sentence out. He pulled her in tighter and started touching her. She knew she didn't want to

Go there. She tried to resist him, but he kept going. She finally slapped him hard."What the hell is your problem?! I don't want to!" She yelled at him. He then took out a knife from his pocket and was about to stab her, but her reflexes were faster than his. She moved away and tried running. Next thing she knew, he tackled her to the ground and was about to kill her. Something inside of her lit up her demon side and she blacked out.When she woke up she stumbled

Around the room and saw a girl holding a cat in her arms. Avia's eyes were like glowing black lights, but subsided when she saw the body.She then started weeping. Not knowing what came over her. She never killed anyone before. She looked up at the girl with the cat. She then became annoyed that she looked like she was scared. Avia, felt like, in that moment her pain mattered more. She just wanted sympathy more than anything. Her face softened and waited for the girl to say something.

The shock that Kiki had felt upon first seeing the dead body slowly faded. She stood up and shone her light around the room until it landed on a female? Her guard was immediately up but she wasn’t going to needlessly attack. Seeing that the girl seemed to be crying she became concerned that maybe the girl was a victim. “Hey are you okay?.....Are you the one who killed this man? If so why?” Surely if this girl killed this man she had to have a reason? Unless she truly was someone bad and If that were the case then Kiki would likely have to fight for her life. But the other was crying, so something must have happened to cause the man to be stabbed. Blue eyes glancing to the knife handle sticking out, a weapon she could easily access if need be.

[twocrowskissing]

Any Carry On fans?

I would love to talk to someone who loves the Carry on novel. I freaking love Simon and Baz and cannot stop thinking about Wayward Son.

I would love to chat!

[kiki-wiccan]

Eerie and bleak like the way his soul always seemed to feel, the night held within it’s expanse a heavy fog and the formations of morning dew. His nostrils breathed deep, inhaling every trace of a scent in the air. It really did smell different here in the states. Like there was electricity in the air, or perhaps some sort of pathogen that was slowly affecting them all, driving them deeper and deeper into their sedentary lifestyles. He despised nights like this and the groggy, muggy feeling that came along with the humid air. Admittedly it had already left him predisposed towards ignoring and maneuvering around absolutely anyone that crossed his path on his way to the meeting spot. 

As sick as it might sound to someone else, he was looking forward to this; to the moment he would deliver his justice to one of the sick sons of bitches who called Tabula home. Very much the vigilante, Lucent had figured out about a child trafficking ring that was being operated in the shadows. Some new group in town not worth the sweat off the brows of the people who claimed to be in charge of the city. Or maybe it was just that they had been allowing this sort of activity? He couldn’t be sure, but he did know one thing for certain; Anyone doing anything this close to his territory without his explicit permission added their own name on his big bloody list. A list that not a single soul ever should want to be on. This list consisted of people Lucent identified as enemies, threats or otherwise undesirable by his standards. Clinton Beuregard, or as his friends liked to call him ‘Big Beu’ - was one such name. Added to his list long before he ever came to Tabula and now they had finally got the bastard. Snooping around the house of one of the little girls he kidnapped a week before, luckily he and his boys had gotten to the warehouse they were using to distribute the young girls they abducted and shut the entire thing down. Of course, the cops were claiming all the credit and none of the bloodstains as fucking usual. He didn’t give a damn about that though, he wasn’t out to be some kind of hero. He was only out to make sure that nobody in the arms of his new city would ever feel the way he did on the steps of that stranger’s house back when he wasn’t able to even walk. It was his calling in life. To not only give those like himself hope, but a place they could truly call home. 

That’s why he had to do it... and he had to make it personal. This had to be a message for all the sick, sadistic fuckers out there that think they can just do what they want without recourse. There was a new form of order in the town and he believed in dealing justice up close and personal. His head and shoulders weaved in and out of the passersby like the flow of a stream through it’s banks, avoiding even the slightest bit of contact without paying any mind to where he stepped. He came to the randown area that bordered his territory and made his way to the location his boys sent to his cell. Two suppressed USP45′s laid tucked neatly into their holsters beneath the coat of his suit and overtop the NTEC ballistics vest he wore beneath his undershirt. He knew he wouldn’t need the guns unless the other man had one as well, and god did he hope this bastard was as stupid as he was sloppy.  For a split second the tremors racked his body, riding like a wave up the back of his spine until the chills settled into the base of his skull, rolling his neck he nodded.

“Right you fucker, Let’s see how tough you are against someone your own size.” He slid his four leaf clover knuckledusters onto his digits and gave them a wriggle. Then balled his fist so tight he could feel the pads swell and as he approached the front door, he leaned all of his weight into his kick;  slamming the door off it’s hinges and sending the man inside falling backwards out of his chair. The look on his eyes spelled pure fear, unrelenting waves of terror washed over his features in shock, anger and then - there it was - Realization. Next came the bartering.

“Please, please lucky I-I-I I can pay you for th- hrrrrk!” Jet black dress shoes stomped clear on his throat to silence him before delivering a rough kick to his knees. 

“You think this is about money? You stupid fu-” He combed his fingers through his hair and stepped off the man; completely turning his back to him and making a gesture for the man to pick himself up off the floor. “Face it like a man, at least then you can die with a pinch of dignity.”

“You cocky little shi-” The larger man got up and immediately charged, a horrible decision after just being dropped flat and deprived of air. Lucky didn’t so much as flinch, the man made it maybe two or three steps and then collapsed, clutching his side as crimson leaked out from a small stab wound in his side. 

The floored man’s features were falling back into shock, the loss of blood registering inside of his body no doubt. It would be then that the redhead would click his left heel and retract the small blade that protruded from the tip of his shoe. He leaned over the man and picked him up, the man tried to swing at him only to get caught with the curved edge of his Karambit, the talon shaped knife slid right under the mans armpit and dug deep, the gushes of cherry red liquid let him know he hit his mark - The Axillary to Subclavian in a single stab. This man would be dead in a matter of minutes now and would be completely incapable of moving his arm at all. “Where’d you take her? Crawl there. Crawl there and beg me to stop like they all did!” For once he let his emotions boil over, he let them take control for a fraction of a second and everything went black. 

The next thing he saw, was the body underneath him with his blade drove straight into the man’s skull. Then came the sounds of a kitten’s mew and the back door creaking open. Instinctively he let a hand roam to his pistol at it’s holster and slinked back into the darkest corner of the room. The only entrance to this room was off to his right. The body wasn’t moving at all, but still leaking. His heart began to race and already his mind flicked between his options.

Fight or Flight?

Just as he gripped his pistol tighter the figure of a thin young woman emerged, her voice almost altering the atmosphere of the building’s interior. He held his breath as she came in and slowed his heartbeat. She went over and... asked if the body was okay? Then things went from bad to worse. Another set of footsteps began coming towards the room. ‘SHIT! Bastard wasn’t alone afterall. And now there was this woman here... Aggggh. Stuff it. He couldn’t just let the lass get roped up in his affairs like this... least of all when she seemed to be innocent and even taking a fondness to the recently orphaned cat. The kind of person he felt alright with risking his own life for. Not the average run of the mill Tabula Trash, but something... unique. She hid in the closet. Good. He hoped that meant she wouldn’t see what he was about to do to this other figure. He despised it when first impressions were ruined with work. 

This second man came in and walked straight past him in the dark corner, just as the woman had and just as he stepped into view; he moved towards the body and knelt down muttering to himself before growing louder and louder. Then a bonechilling sound wrang out from the closet. The feintest mew of concern from the cat in the woman’s arms. The second man turned to the closet and hollered, raising a pistol of his own to the closet. “WHO THE FUCK’S IN THERE?!? YOU BETTER COME OUT RIGHT FUCKIN’ NOW OR I’M UNLOA-” then two puffs of air and the ring of a suppressor zipped into the back of his skull. Sending red spatters over the closet doors followed by the heavy thud of a second body. 

He tried to think of the best way to put someone at ease after seeing what they just did, but all that came to mind was; “Are you alright, lass? It’s safe now. You can come out... just... give me a sec.” He ran around a bit and found something to throw over the bodies. He made no motions to hide his identity from her at all. After all, who would believe her if she ever tried to put a name to his face? He had connections all over the globe that could make little... mishaps like this disappear. If she would step out of the closet, she would be met with two kind and hopefully comforting eyes. Eyes, that seemed to plead for her forgiveness.

Watching through the crack in the closet door she felt her breath hitch as she observed the figure walking into the room. Staying as still and quiet as possible, praying that the man would leave. However the little kitten in her arms let out a soft mew drawing attention to their hiding spot. Seeing the figure raise his pistol towards them she bites down on her lip. Quickly moving the kitten behind her, if she got shot she wasn’t going to let the kitten die with her.

Bracing herself to feel a bullet piercing her skin at any moment. However to her surprise it never came, instead she heard the sound of splattering and a loud thud as the figures body fell. The room was momentarily silent and Kiki was attempting to process what just happened. It wasn’t until she heard a voice from within the darkness that she realized another person was there. Grabbing her phone she turns on the flashlight and stands up, scooping the kitten up with her free hand. Creaking open the closet door she shone the light on Lucky. Had he saved her? She was still on guard but any fear that had previously been there had faded. Instead replaced with curiousity “Did you save me?....thank you...” glancing around the room she noted that the man must have covered both bodies. “Would you mind telling me what exactly is happening?” She was confused as to why there was a dead body to begin with and if this man had anything to do with it. Obviously he wasn’t with the two murdered men on the ground seeing as he just killed one of them.

[zyxzjs-ii-blog]

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It’s been a few days here and I had the opportunity to meet some new students.

With one of them I went to play basketball in a school playground. I guess that his name is Matt? Well, I’m always so unfocused about such a things… I hope that I remember it right. I played basketball with friends when I was in elementary school, it was fun, but football is still better to me. It was so nice to play the game with him, it wasn’t that bad with me, I’ve got two points, hah. It wasn’t enough, so after our little match I had to go with him on some food. Such a pity, I have to win… Maybe next time.. Revenge is watin’!!

[xxraven-hunterxx]

~•~ New Friend? ~•~

∆ Closed Roleplay: @cursedindefinitely ∆

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The now black haired woman had finnaly been able to come to the library for some perfect peice and quite. For the past two days she had met yet a new friend, a quite odd one in fact that had hugged her out of absolutely nowhere. And for the other she had to explain to her friend what had happened to her and tell her swim team that she was sick and cold not come to practice all week which had bummed Raven out a bit. She hopped that perhaps with the peice and quiet she could possibly cheer herself up with a bit of a good read.

She had been wandering the aisles for something rather mysterious or adventures it perhaps both? After about a minute or two she had accumulated a bit of a large stack of books. It piled over her head a bit and cut off most of her vision. As she was leaving for the nearest table Raven accidentally knocked straight into someone. As some of you may know Raven + Large Pile of Books + Person = 💥.

She fell backwards books falling aswell covering almost her entire body. As she fell she made a small screaming sound. As the books fell on her one by one she felt the immense pain from each but not making a sound. She knew how to deal with pain and did as so.

After about a minute Raven decided to slowly try and sit up. She rubbed the side if her head where it hurt most, still looking at the books covering her she said “I-I am r-really sorry that I bumped into to you, I-I shouldn’t have taken so m-many books b-but I couldn’t help myself…”

[omobos]

About to go sleep

[mikutrance13]

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