#redemptioninterlude.

[viscerarotw]

mia didn’t know what to say to ada. she could keep pleading, keep begging for her life, for the connections to simply forget about her, for the world to forget about her … but ada was so insistent on taking her back, she didn’t know how to turn the tables. they both knew that mia was infected, had been infected a long time, but mia knew the mercenary simply wouldn’t believe that she could harness the power— control it— make eveline weak. the blade shook in mia’s hand. was violence the only way the message could be put across in their world? it always ended up with guns blazing, targets being found, hit, discarded of with a hint of professional courtesy. mia was a target. ada was a target. it just depended on who could hit who first.

but they cared for one another. despite their paths crossing infrequently and often swiftly, a connection had grown between the two which left them forgetting a few orders to benefit the other. it mostly consisted of work on the annabelle, or even in the laboratory that mia had locked herself in for days on end … but they had spoke. had bonded. mia saw ada as a friend, not an enemy. but the crosshair located her friend, remained on her head. perhaps she truly was unstable. perhaps ada could help. perhaps the connections could help. but mia would not believe the propaganda sold to her. she had to fight for herself.

❝ ada. ❞ the woman’s voice dropped, and her hand steadied. would she lunge forward and forget about the facts that were holding her back? or would she remain bound to the horrible curse of not being able to make a decision? either option seemed plausible. but mia could not continue talking, could not make a deal if all the other would do was hold a gun to her face.

❝ you don’t get it. you don’t get why i’m doing this— why i need to stay hidden. why i want to stay away from them. you never will because you don’t know their secrets. ❞ her hand lowered as she spoke. what was she to say? what was she to suggest? there was nothing else for her to do. ❝ if you can’t leave, then don’t. but don’t take me back there. ❞ she tried to be reasonable, tried to craft an argument that both of them would favour, but would ada accept? retaliate?

continuation from X | @redemptioninterlude

[lethalorcouture]

rhodes hill enclosed itself around grace as she stepped forward, closer to what she hoped would be an exit. yet the hallways stretched longer than they should’ve, and fear ran through the fbi agent at every creak, every footstep. she believed it was just paranoia … but at the rate things were going? it could’ve been anything. ❝ i am moving, though. i mean … how stupid would i be to just stay put? am i right? ❞ she attempted a short chuckle over the crackle of the radio, but it came out distorted, living proof that it was faux.

❝ it seems way bigger. like … luxurious, in a way. there’s a light switch in the distance, i’m heading for it now. ❞ the small area that the candle illuminated helped grace to locate a switch that was embedded to the wall. ❝ ada … well, you have a nice name. ❞ she tried a compliment, but her voice was shaky, and it didn’t come out quite right.

it didn’t take long for grace to reach the light switch, and as soon as she was in reaching distance, she made the decision to flip it. what a mistake that was.

❝ oh, holy shit! ❞ grace stumbled back, candle coming loose from her grip as the scene in front was revealed by warm coloured lighting. corpse upon corpse was piled on top of the dining table, eating what seemed to be one another. but they were no longer human— in their eyes, it bore something else. something feral that humans could suppress. these monsters couldn’t seem to do that.

the candle collided with the floor, luckily barely made a loud noise. she assumed even a decibel louder would’ve caused their heads to shoot up, run at her with hunger in their eyes.

continuation from X | @redemptioninterlude

[scftlightz]

@redemptioninterlude gets  a  closed  starter  !  muse:   keith   yun  .   32   .   biker gang leader/mechanic

it  felt  like  a  decent  night  within  the  stars  as  keith  roamed  the  sky.  mostly  to  test  out  a  ship  that's  been  in  commission  for  over  handful  of  months.  the  ability  to  work  on  such  large  caliber  of  machines,  keith  was  terrified  of  his  own  talent  in  repairing  them.  he  preferred  to  keep  his  name  at  a  level  below  mainstream  to  avoid  the  false  narrative  of  as  gang  leader.  he  made  sure  to  make  the  message  well  known  with  his  organization  that  they  weren't  part  of  the  majority  that  does  partake  in  crime.  at  least  he  thought.  in  regards  of  fixing  the  ship,  the  mechanic  was  given  a  spot  in  a  near  by  bar  for  his  guys.  the  drinks  went  down  with  ease  as  he  participated  in  the  rush  of  a  drinking  game.  somewhere  on  his  third  drink,  keith's  vision  must've  succumbed  to  the  drinks  due  to  him  seeing  a  figure  that  resembled  a  familiar  femme.  "  faye?  "  thick  brows  knitted  together  as  he  squinted,  then  a  humored  grin  started  to  spread  on  his  lips.  passing  by  the  other  men  with  the  matching  jackets,  he  made  his  way  over  to  where  she  was  last.  "  how  long  has  it  been?  better  yet—  how  much  do  you  owe  me, again ?  "

[lethalorcouture]

that's not how bodies are supposed to bend. ( ada @ ashley )

❝ yeah … yeah! ❞ the first time ashley decided to speak, it was quiet. quiet enough for ada not to hear her. so she raised her voice, in keeping with how much pain was rushing through her finger at that time. she had, unfortunately, managed to trap it whilst frantically escaping from the victims of las plagas.

❝ i mean … a splint or something would be great. ❞ a nervous laugh from ashley. but she, in a way, was somehow calming down from the snap.

[aperturcs]

closed starter for @redemptioninterlude

"ayyyyy!" he's calling out from behind the bar as soon as he sees her walk in, quickly shooing away his curious coworkers. he didn't know alice well enough to see her outside of the bar, but each night she showed up on his shifts, the time flew by while he spent all his spare time between customers talking to her. at first, he thought she would get annoyed with him hogging her entire night, but she never seemed to. "come here, first one's on the house. what do you want?" knowing full well that most likely all her drinks would end up on him at the end of the night.

[aperturcs]

closed starter for @redemptioninterlude.

"blair, wait up!" ingrid's jog slowed to match blair's pace when she finally caught up to her. ingrid didn't struggle in school, she rarely fell behind, and rarely needed extra support. it wasn't the case for many of her classmates. the ones she had spoken to at least, which... now that she was thinking about it, really hadn't been many of them. she had made very few friends during her time here, other than blair, who she always feels like a bit of a mess around. she's huffing slightly as the strap of her bag slung over her shoulder gets pushed up further onto her shoulder. "are you busy? i think my brother will throw me over the balcony if i go one more weekend without doing something. he needs his alone time."

[niziui]

"guess  who's  newly  single  and  ready  to  get  drunk?"  kaia  waltzes  into  blair's  apartment,  bottle  of  tequila  in  hand  and  half  lit  cigarette  hanging  off  her  lips.  "fucker  had  a  wife  —  i'm  just  as  shocked  as  you  are."  maybe  what  she  gets  after  buying  into  the  glamour  of  being  whisked  away  for  a  weekend  by  one  of  her  father's  associates.  how  was  she  supposed  to  know  he  got  married  again?  “c'mon,  come  out  with  me,  b.  i  desperately  need  a  night  out.” / @redemptioninterlude

[viscerarotw]

[ POPLAR ] sender mentors receiver through learning a new skill … @redemptioninterlude

❝ i never thought i’d need to know this. ❞ mia gripped onto the tool, which was only centimetres away from the faux lock they purchased. they were told it was flimsy, fairly easy to break open with brute force, but mia had been told time and time again that learning how to pick locks would help her later on in life. she supposed it was true, if she ended up trapped in a room with equipment that would help her escape. but mia could not think of any other scenario where learning how to lock—pick would come in handy.

❝ i mean, ada, seriously… when am i going to need to know this? ❞ the ex—researcher tapped her foot against the floor, clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, before dropping the tools down onto the table she had been practicing on. whilst she appreciated the help, and the company, she just didn’t see the point of it.