#tightenshold

[rottingkiss]

( @tightenshold / starter call )

She's hardly giving much mind to the person on the other end of the line, giving her attention to her manicured nails that she thinks are due for a new coating. Should she ask Ricardo if he'll take her to the salon later? No, she ought to take herself so she can SURPRISE him later with both her hair AND nails done. The very idea makes a pleased smirk cross her features.

Unfortunately, the fantasy bursts when she hears her conversational partner mention that there's an ISSUE in the pharmaceutical shipment. Excella's face contorts to one of PURE annoyance. A sneer appears while she makes her demand, her accent heavily shining through due to displeasure in how this business dealing is going.

❝This is HAPPENING. Don't MAKE me get on a plane and fly over there myself. I don't care what you must do, get it DONE.❞

Excella hangs up promptly. She tosses her cellphone down onto the the side table before a slow exhale leaves her lips. Finally, she notices Ricardo standing in the doorway now that she isn't blinded by red. A pout forms, holding out her hand for the other to take in attempt to soothe her.

❝ I'm surrounded by idiots . . . It's not fair. ❞

[ofhope]

“ Should I stay or go? ” / krauser for ashley tightenshold

"I don't..."

Ashley never saw his face. Couldn't recall if she had blinds, couldn't remember if, maybe, she had seen it, maybe she saw it, blacked out, forgot again. That fuzziness is still there, playing out in real time, like she's looking at an old projection instead of a living person. He has recognizable scarring, does she remember that? Does she remember forgetting that? Nothing makes sense about how he looks, but not because -- not because of anything tangible. He's a boogeyman given shape, a monster in the closet portrayed in heavy brushstrokes. She - doesn't know what to do with him, and her response isn't conscious; steps trailing back, breath caged in her chest, but she can't mistake his voice, the same that asks--

Should I stay or go?

It was orders, she reasons. He wasn't the knife, merely the hand that wielded it. He wasn't the source of this, but a benefactor from it. His relation is minimal. It isn't his fault, but it is, and that voice is what she hears whenever she thinks she's alone. It's... exposure therapy, she thinks the term is. He's - he's not the concept she sketched over a collection of restless nights; he's not comparable with nature. He's fallible. He's imperfect. He's --

Right in front of her, and she doesn't know what to do.

"... Know. I don't know."

Ashley wants to look away, but she doesn't want him out of her sight, but her eyes sting.

"I, um. I... I think, I..."

Appreciate what you're trying, but everything--floats. She can't pin down a thought. She feels like her body is covered in scrapes with an undercurrent of numbness, and Ashley hangs onto the only leverage she has. Bitten nails dig into her sleeve, and each step she takes is purposeful, waiting for that dig of metal into her back. The knob's right there.

"It's -- it's, um. I'll go. My - if you're looking for, um, my - Father's down the hall, two doors to the left. Someone'll... someone could help."

Ashley isn't sure whether she's making sense, but she wrenches the door open before he has the time to order, or reorder, any of the words she spoke, hoping Leon'll forgive her for, this once, running away again.

[lotta-disperata]

LUCIO LOOK OUT VALENCINA HAS TUMBLR NOW

..I'm well aware of this fact? I've talked to her before on here— or well, different versions of her.

Do you mean another one? I've met like .. four. One of them is from a different mirror world, too.

[knight-of-quicksilver]

The latest request has explicitly demanded that the package be delivered promptly with the most reliable carrier -- for good reason. The address was within District 21's unfathomably complex Lake, in waters infested by Mermaids and Whales and many syndicates hungering for a payload.

However, the item that Galahad was to deliver was contained but in a single envelope. The item, which rested within his jacket's inner pocket, exuded an ominous aura that made him flinch when he first received it, as if the recipient's intentions to those who dare attempt to pilfer it negligently decided to strike the deliveryman.

Approaching a prominent club in the Marlin Port, he held his hands up and smiled amicably as he was pushed away from the entrance by the bouncers.

"I have an appointment, you see, I am to meet an individual here, named Ricardo."

@tightenshold

[rottingkiss]

( @tightenshold // starter call )

The vampire "prince" she has brought into her castle truly is . . . UNIQUE. His behaviour isn't what one would expect from someone raised in royalty. Not by a long shot. Nevertheless, that doesn't lessen the weight of his title, nor does it take away what it would make HER if she remains in his good graces. If the black-haired mutant can continue to play her cards right, she will be the Princess of some foreign land called La Manchaland soon enough.

That's what makes it all BEARABLE: sharing her daughters and property with another.

Still, he isn't so bad. How can she be crossed with him when he's currently on his hands and knees searching under every piece of furniture for her tube of lipstick? The very second he heard how IMPORTANT it is to her, he immediately started to search in her stead. Alcina sits on the edge of the bed as she lets Cassetti do most of the work.

❝Do you see it, darling? Last place I had it was in here this evening . . . I don't want to think it's LOST for good.❞

[finalslay]

@tightenshold / continued from here.

joseph almost wants to laugh. almost.

of course it's the same for him. the things that happened in the place weren't normal — the monsters, the bloodshed, the loss of control, the horror of it all. no one should ever have to go through the things they did in there. hell, even if it was all fake. even if it was all a delusion, in those moments, every bit of it had been oh-so-terribly real.

he's the opposite of sebastian, though. whereas the older detective distracts himself with cigarettes and booze — just like he always has — joseph pours himself into his work. he picks up the slack where sebastian is faltering, cleaning up after him in whatever way he can.

he does not do it for sebastian's benefit — not entirely, anyway. so much of it is for himself : a distraction from the gnawing sensation that looms behind his eyes, the recollections of things experienced inside that damn freak show.

a haunted, through and through.

“ what do you think? ” he finally answers, casting a sideways glance in sebastian's direction. “ i think about it all the time. ”

the gun. his hands around sebastian's throat. the loss of self. the church. the things that had made a home within him. of course it still lingers in his mind, demanding attention, and it likely always will.

“ even if it was all just ... ” joseph pauses, nails digging into palms. “ ... even if it was all just a hallucination or whatever, we experienced it, sebastian — all of it. i guess it's to be expected that it'd fuck with us. ”

[gladiius]

Quickly eats verg’s food when he isn’t looking - Vespa tightenshold

➣ . @tightenshold

➣ . ...

Vergilius lets out a muted sigh beneath breath when he later turns and notices the absence from his plate immediately. His gaze falling towards the clearest offender, yet there was no glow.

A simple intent. I know what you did.

…And nothing more. Far better for his share to go missing than Charon's, and Vergilius... was well aware of the fuel required to maintain performance for a Fixer of the newly given Color's caliber.

…Though perhaps he ought make note of making an inquiry to Miss Moses regarding the LCD department's budgeting, and lend his experience if need be.

[livelament]

【 @tightenshold 】: Starter for VESPA from MEURSAULT .

【 ⛓️. 】 ― The Fifth Sinner moved without delay, swiftly positioning himself between the LCD agent and the table of complimentary en‑cas as a barrier.

" The manager has assigned me with conflict prevention in their absence. " Meursault spoke simply, wasting no words and sacrificing no clarity.

He stared at Vespa unblinking, gesturing with the necessary movement needed in order to properly identify the individual pieces of desserts that the agent had been moving towards.

" These portions are reserved for Sinner Yi Sang, Sinner Sinclair, and Sinner Faust, " there was a minor pause, two seconds, before he added further specification, " However, Sinner Rodion has been granted permission from Sinner Faust to take her serving. If you have been given permission, as in accordance of fifty-two common rules of etiquette, you may state so. "