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“Why Are You Doing This?” // with the-broken-flower
Continued from [x] @the-broken-flower
Capricorn leaned back in his chair, satisfied with the girl’s answer. “Well, how are you with cooking and cleaning? We’re a bit short-staffed at the moment, and I’m sure you would fit in wonderfully with the maids.”
@the-broken-flower Radha "Haven" Dastoor had been visiting the refugees one by one, speaking with them each, getting to know them beyond mere words on a case file document, as was required for working with them. Required because individual recovery was, well, such an individual thing. If you took a dozen people and put them all through the exact trauma, you'd come out with a dozen very different cases with different needs. There could be no mass healing for these internal injuries; everything must be tailored specifically to fit the wearer of each wound.
So Haven took each slow, for these things could no more be rushed than they could be mass-produced, and thus she had yet to meet everybody one on one just yet. She was working on it. She'd technically met them all, she had seen each, including Tiffany Haywood, in passing, knew them by sight and name, but had not yet had a full conversation with many, including Tiffany. But she would today with her.
It had already been scheduled, Haven making sure that the girl agreed, and at the date and time that had been promised, she came to Tiffany Haywood's door and knocked.
"Tiffany? Tiffany Haywood?" she asked, "It's Haven, one of the volunteer workers. We agreed to meet today at this time, is that still alright with you? Will you let me in to see you?"
Why are you doing this?“
“That’s none of your business,” Dustfinger spat, jabbing his knife closer to the girl’s chest. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if you don’t give me the money you owe Capricorn.”
•∆• Starter for @the-broken-flower •∆•
Anubis is sprinting down the street from the abandoned building that he'd been trying to figure out how to get out of. Running through the city and into the downtown area of the district.
He is not paying attention to detail and accuracy of his intended hiding spot, especially when a specific individual scent wafts into his nose. Naturally letting it lead him in hopes of finding an open window to a building.
Running into an alley and scaling up a wall via leaping high as his body can take him. Wings beating once to stay air born.
Getting stuck in said window is entirely unexpected. Anubis finally notices that the scent he followed is one he knows. The apartment is empty.
Back legs dangling outside while the upper half of his is inside the house. He tries to pry himself out. To no avail. Pushing inward isn't an option. Already stuck in the first place.
Sensing no one else is home. He settles as much as he can to wait. Indignant sound of annoyance at himself for his own role in this misfortune.
Hither-sweet-puck
[ ♛ ] send me a url and i'll tell you the following;
my opinion on;
character in general: Quite an interesting little thing!how they play them: From what I’ve seen, fairly spot-on. I haven’t read up on my Shakespeare recently, though, so I could be wrong. :Pthe mun: Haven’t really spoken much, but seems like a nice enough person. :)
do i;
follow them: yesrp with them: yeswant to rp with them: yesship their character with mine: no
what is my;
overall opinion: I’m interested to see where Dustfinger and Puck’s relationship goes. They’re both sort of magical, but outside of their own environments, so I can see them getting along well. He’s sort of a Farid to Dustfinger, I believe.
**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.
I'm hot
"You definitely are. I mean.. You don't look like you're okay. Is everything alright?"
" stop this. This isn't funny"
Horror Inspired
“Oh, but I’m not laughing, as you can see...”
The key that fit the lock of the cellar that had been abandoned for years now rested in his hand, this was the final thing on the list after he had ordered the servants to clean the place and adapt it for the girl to be locked in. Of course no one would go against the master’s word for a girl that kept making him upset from time to time.
“Just because of what I am doesn’t mean I’ll submit to just any alpha”
“But you will submit to me.”
