#rumorofskin

[exsanguinumarchive-blog]

Preliminary Decisions

The following accounts of mine will be cut:

Deanna (waywardxdaughter) - I will be adding a verse for her on Main Dean

Colt (rumorofskin)

I'm still deciding on some of them, but these are for sure. I will be deleting them by the end of tomorrow.

[trust-the-prophetess-blog]

((Important updates on Main Verse Cassie. She's blind. She's a trauma victim. She was attacked by a Shifter in the form of Dean. As such, any Dean that approaches her is going to royally scare her. She's broken guys. She's blaming herself for the shifter getting the jump on her. She's scared, frustrated, and a bit withdrawn. She is a mess. The fire has been put out. ))

[trust-the-prophetess-blog]

((Note on timeline of current events. Cassie went out for supplies some after the conclusion of the conversation taking place in "Broken English". After retrieving supplies, she texted both Alec (askfallencas) and Heracles St. Valentine. (heraclesstvalentine) Heracles agreed to take Mikey Rearson. Cassie did not respond to the final texts because her phone was knocked from her hands and destroyed in the initial scuffle with Colt (rumorofskin). This altercation begins the thread "Shady". Over the course of that thread, Cassie is tortured in an old warehouse separate from where she was abducted, and will eventually be left for dead. She attempts to reach out for Alec, who arrives and removes her from the scene. Worrying that Cassie has not responded to his message saying he retrieved Rearson, Heracles tracks Cassie's phone to the site of her abduction and follows the trail to the warehouse. By the time Heracles arrives, Alec has already taken Cassie away and all that remains is her blood. And that's all we know thus far. Note that threads "Broken English" and " Shady" are both still in progress, as are asks regarding her rescue with askfallencas.))

[dont-bullshit-me]

((Okay, so I only owe one person as far as I can tell (goddessfromgallifrey but I have the replies completed to be posted later on). This is a list of people who I'm waiting on replies from:

rumorofskin

gemmacarrigan

bloodyroyalbeauty

exit-stage-crowley

thenoblebrotherhoodoflight (Ask)

abloodyartist

goodisntinme

yourstorynotours

amemoirofbulletsandtigers

servantofdifferentmasters

the-horseman-and-his-reaper

mistressofniflheim

heraclesstvalentine

This isn't in any way meant to be a source of pressure; feel free to take as long as you need, especially since some of the responses I've made are incredibly recent; but it's a way for me to keep track of where I'm at with replies. Just let me know if you have replied and I'm wrong, or if you want to drop the thread. If any of you need links to the most recent response then just let me know and I can provide them. Thanks!))

[thedevilstuxedo]

✉ - rumorofskin

I don't know what the hell happened, or what you did, but I swear, you're all kinds of messed up. Next time I see you, I'm putting a bullet through your skull.

Now you tell me if I'm bluffing.

[trust-the-prophetess-blog]

Shady (Cassie/Colt)

Cassie needed the air. She couldn’t stay in the safehouse with little Mr. Fucking Beacon much longer. She’d offered to go after supplies and Caleb was keeping an eye on Michael. With orders not to kill the boy, of course.

She had been out about an hour and a half, and the local market had been busy. Packed with soccer moms and the other usual suspects. She collected what they needed and headed back out. Her glamours would mask her path once she got out of the town center.

Cassie paused, bags in hand and looked around. She could have sworn she felt someone watching her. Turning and seeing no one, she started in on the breathing techniques she normally practiced with Alec to calm herself.

[thedevilstuxedo]

Since when have you cared about reasoning, Sammy boy? -smirks, steps forward- Either you don't have the balls or you don't have the bullets. I'd say the second.

-Sam pulls the hammer of the gun back --even if he didn't have the silver, he could keep bluffing until he had some. He took another quick glance around the room for that glinting silver, anything would do- 

I would be so sure of either of those. 

And its sam.

[thedevilstuxedo]

-shrugs- So shoot.

[ Sam paused, clearly his bluff hadn't worked --he had his gun, yes, but he didn't have silver bullets, just consecrated iron rounds which wouldn't kill the son of a bitch wearing his brother's face. Eyes quickly tore from their intense, dagger-filled glare to the other, only briefly to see if there was anything in the immediate vicinity that was silver. And there wasn't, that he could see.

Damn. ]

If I shoot you now, then how do I find out why you've been killin' these people? How do I find out why you've decided to toy around like you have been?