#ropewalked

[luch3gor3]

I…don't know anything about killing, Oskar. | OSKAR—YUTO @ropewalked

It's a awfully honest confession. One that has Oskar thinking about it too. He always thought that maybe, just maybe, before things settled that he might have. And if he had Oskar has no issue with accepting that. Perhaps turning his face and its almost startling how in his own brain he comes to the welcoming conclusion that he would be more then happy to help Yuto if it ever came down to it. Oskar glances at him like he thinks he could see his thoughts. Maybe his face shows to much. "Have you ever thought about it then? Anyone come to mind? A reason, why you would if you did? Shit, if sounds crazy doesn't it?" Oskar quips, grin turning lopsided now as he breathes in deeply. "I would but only…" He looks almost nervous now, this seeming harder to admit that actually taking a life.

[niratias]

@ropewalked || Charles, continued

This is, of course, the guy who was fine with the skillsaw gimmick at Tournament of Death. Of course it didn't hack him open. Care was taken. Head wounds- they're great for a show. Enough blood to make everything look worse. Rubber bit, yeah, but still terrifying enough the sell was easy as shit to pull off.

He's starting to think he likes taking a loss so long as he gets to play around enough. This pitch fits the bill. He could spend time trying to psychoanalyze that response, but...nah. More fun to leave 'em guessing.

"I like it, and I'm in. It's about time dog collar matches got elevated." He got the pun in there, because of course he did. That playful little grin ticks up one corner of his mouth. "Still a fan of them in any form, though..."

[hauntgraps]

LINGER  taking the receiver’s hand, the sender lifts it to their lips, and gently kisses their knuckles, lingering for a moment before withdrawing. samara x shota ( @ropewalked )

the air was cool, streets wet with fresh, passing rain as a light breeze of wind hit her face. it chilled the warmness she was feeling in her cheeks only momentarily, looking over at shota as he both sat on a bench outside of samara’s apartment building. the streets were slightly desolate, most people probably at home and preparing for bed or in bars drinking until they couldn’t handle themselves anymore. not them, shota had offered to walk her home after they had spend the evening hanging out. samara still had annoyingly checked on him, and if she was being honest with herself, she’d missed his presence around her. so much that she wasn't ready to walk inside and call it a night all alone.

“thank you for walking me home again. most people wouldn’t.” she offered a small grin, her hand gently grabbing onto his as it sat on top of his thigh. it was a nice gesture and she always hoped that shota realized how much she really cared about him and how much that feeling had grown lately. she gave it a squeeze, the sudden feeling of it being lifted to his mouth was something she hadn’t prepared for. the softness of his lips pressed against her knuckles and in that moment, she could feel that turn in her cheeks go to her chest. it lingered for a moment, her hand going limp as her body let go of any tension. was it his way of thanking her? she wasn’t sure, but once she felt shota move the hand away from his lips, her fingertips pressed against his palm.

"what was that for?" a smile soon appeared on samara's face, her feet kicking back and forth beneath her.

[powertobite]

continued from here || @ropewalked

She hadn’t been the only one who saw that Jack had gotten a raw deal, but with Azin, it slowly translated into her becoming somewhat protective of him. This was both impressive and unnecessary because of his Dino, but still.

She had offered her shoulder to cry on, an ear to lend, and a friendly face. Whatever you wanted to call it, she was that for him. She’d watched him crawl back, and to see him here now made her want to burst with pride.

But sometimes she felt like she needed to flutter away, but then he asked for a favor, and she could tell from her own expression that she was a bit too eager.

His request brought her back down to reality. “A massage?” She giggled—not because it was unreasonable, but because it was so simple that she couldn’t believe she had thought it was anything but that. “Yeah, you got it. Only because you’re the one who wrestled.” She grabbed onto his arm to lead him over to where he could sit down.

[luch3gor3]

❛   you!  you're  sick!  you  sent  me  here  to  die,  didn't  you?   ❜  SLK—Shun  Skywalker  @ropewalked

The  wood  on  the  floor  is  grazed  with  old  wax  and  dried  paint  and  specks  of  something  otherwise.  Shun  hadn’t  meant  for  this  to  really  go  this  far.  But  when  he  gets  an  itch,  something  that  crawls  under  his  skin  and  settle  between  tearing  at  his  lungs—well  it  really  cant  go  ignored  can  it?  Obsession  is  his  greatest  weakness,  but  could  be  something  so  powerful  and  embedded  into  someones  soul  that  could  be  physically  shared.  Like  right  now.

He  looks  down  at  her,  short,  and  he  really  hopes  it  doesn’t  seem  too  disrespectful  as  he  does  it  but  he  cant  help  it.  He  smiles  with  his  canines  poking  out  as  he  laughs  a  little  too  loud.  “Die?  Maybe  that  is  not  completely  out  of  the  question  I  suppose?”  He  says  loud  and  clear  before  he  tilts  his  head  in  thought.  “But  you  were  not  sent  here  to  Die  originally,  No,  that  is  a  waste.  No  rituals  need  to  be  done  at  the  moment  anyways.”  He  pouts,  like  the  thought  of  any  of  what  he  said  could  be  considered  sad. 

“You  have  caught  my  eye,  tangled  in  your  fur  and  claws.  Messy,  really.  You..seemed  lonely,  are  you  lonely?  You  can’t  lie  to  Shun  Skywalker.  I  will  know  if  you  do.”  He  warns,  dangerous,  but  it  seems  that  smile  never  really  seems  to  leave  his  face.  In  fact,  he  is  completely  masked  as  always,  head  to  toe  except  for  his  mouth  to  be  exposed.  Its  hard  to  see  in  the  darkness. 

[luch3gor3]

scoot over, i'm not letting you sleep alone.  |  slk  ->  shun  @ropewalked

It’s  a  bit  odd  to  him  when  he  hears  it  at  first.  He  almost  doesn’t  believe  it,  twisting  to  look  over  with  a  certain  quirk  of  his  mouth.  He  knows  she  can  be  bossy,  loud-mouthed,  but  he  never  expected  it  to  be  directed  to  him  of  all  people.  Especially  in  this  instance.  He  swallows  it  down  the  best  he  can  and  hides  his  confusion,  his  hope,  with  a  small  grin  that  curls  at  the  edges. 

“You  want  to  sleep  with  me?”  He  says  with  an  edge  to  his  voice,  having  to  fight  to  bite  down  on  his  cheek.  “Be  my  guest,  I  wont  stop  you.  We  can  get  nice  and  comfy—”  He  lolls  out,  moving  the  sheet  he  was  using  to  cover  himself  and  offering  very  little  space  for  Starlight  to  crawl  into  it.

[niratias]

@ropewalked || Drilla

"Well." Not only is the blender in shards in the sink, he somehow blew the outlet entirely. There are burn marks on the wall. Gabe scratches at his whiskery beard. Sniffs. Ticks his head to the side, eyes rolling, eyeing Drilla. "There goes lunch." He really set that thing to go before showering, which is making this more unpleasant than it needs to be. At least he always cleans up after himself in their gym space...?

"Do you think we can fix this before David notices?"

No.

[niratias]

@ropewalked || Aleister

"You were right," Ilja says, grinning over his pint glass, two fingers tugging back the open top buttons of his shirt to allow a better look at the neck tattoo. "It is addictive. Before too long, I'll be as covered in them as you are." Likely not. They both know that. It doesn't change the fact he's proud of the choice, or that seeing them on Aleister did inspire him to consider the choice in the first place.

Plenty of people on the roster are getting their necks done right now, but few have started with something so bold. Leave it to Dragunov to dive in head-first, as always.