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     @PT4479​

her presence was a knife  ,     her presence was nails on a chalkboard  ----    something sudden    /    𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞  ,    something that came from the peculiarity of nothingness  .    she was the sensation of shivers down your spine  ,    of a chill so cold it sent convulsions through your body    /    a haywire nervous system all from her entrance alone                      (    and how she would use this to her advantage  ,    how she could use her angelic face    &    her voice like a story  -  teller’s 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑑    )                      her smile bled like roses crushed under her tongue  ,    a curiosity that lunged    &    hungered    &    clawed its way slowly up her throat                     TWO PREDATORS SIT IN A ROOM    /    A LION    &    A LIONESS LOCKING EYES                      and yet she feels the volatile nature of him  ,    like a storm    /    𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨    /    something hovering on the precipice  ,    but not daring to break itself free                      ❝    i’m a journalist  ,    amy elliott  .    ❞

and what a fucking piss  -  poor excuse for journalism this was  ,    the harvard    &    yale graduate  ----    sat in a mental asylum    &    told to work magic  .   men demanding that she pry open the jaws of insanity until it poured out blackened ichor    /    men that saw the rage in her eyes    &    told her to weaponize it  .    𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫                         ❝    you can talk or you can not  ,    i’ll write a story either way  .    ❞

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@pt4479​ said: ❛ i never thought you’d last. ❜

Cassandra doesn’t care what a madman thinks of her; she refuses to be tricked or intimidated. All she’s heard of him are stories and scars. She doesn’t know if he notices the tensing in her jaw under the cowl or the controlled way she stops her fists from clenching. Her entire body is electrically still, itching to snap into action should he try anything. She’s sure Steph or Barbara would have something clever to say, sure Batman wouldn’t rise to his bait at all. There’s a notable pause as she works out what to say next, how to guide the conversation the way she wants it. “YOU...HEARD OF ME,” she settles on, careful not to stutter, trying to sound casual. “NICE THINGS?” Why does he know about her, though? They’ve certainly never crossed paths before, but given his fixation on Batman, Cass supposes it’s not a surprise that any change in the Dark Knight’s routine would be a subject of interest for the maniac, new recruits included.

[bladedlegacya]

dewy   lashes       flutter      rapidly   ,         bambi     eyes      wide      &        muddy     brown    ,         still      murky       with       slumber         ------  she       rolls       her       shoulders       inwards        &          bones        pop       like       buttons       through        dotted        skin  ,         recoiling       like       a     started      alley - cat .         skinny      legs         shrink       within       her       torso        into         a       cocoon       &           fingers      curl    like     a      vice      to     massage      her      sore      eyelid  .       

❛          s-sorry ...         i     didn’t      see      you  -----             ❜           @pt4479​    »      (     STARTER     CALL    ,        ACCEPTING      )     .

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sc. @pt4479

pen taps against wooden desk. finalizing her patients (4479′s) chart had seemed to become quite the daunting task, looking out the window into the dark city, only lights illuminating the city were the brightly lit buildings. dr. quinzel knew she was the only doctor left in the building, because she always stayed after nowadays. no longer wanting to go home to guy kopski. she did a quick look around non the less, before opening her mouth.  “When all the world is a hopeless jumble-” she whispered in a melodic singing voice, before a little louder singing the next verse  “and the raindrops tumble all around-” she smiled to herself. writing notes down as she continued. louder, and more full of life. because she was alone, and the office door was open, and the hallways were dark- it almost seemed eerie as her voice echoed down the not so empty hallway                          “Heaven opens, a magic lane,                  when all the clouds darken up the sky way,                    there’s a rainbow highway to be found ! “  She finished her notes and looked up, but-- she didn’t feel so alone anymore. She slowly pushes her glasses up her nose.

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@pt4479 ♥’d this for a quick sketch of their muse!

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@pt4479​ ♥’d this!

      “  well ! this is, uh... unexpected. ”

[wasdiamond-a]

@pt4479 liked the starter call!

❛ It's not that I'm disagreeing, not at all. I'm just wondering what the purpose of this truly is. In my opinion, it seems like a tremendous waste of time. ❜

[vulgarflesh]

                              ❝    don’t leave me  ——  i can’t be alone   !    ❞

    CANON DIALOGUE STARTER   ⇸   @pt4479