her eyebrows are raised expectantly;; an almost smugly satisfied smile crossing her features as Artemis looked them dead in the eyes. they'd made a face--- as she'd been rambling on and on about the netherworld, and she'd immediately locked onto it.
"see--- every culture has some kindof guide there, right? what I'm looking for--- just some proof. something to point me in---well, any direction. you wouldn't know anything about any of those guides, would ya?"
Dwight gently trots throughout the woods, his ears shifting slightly for any signs of someone approaching him. It was evening and it was cloudy. The trees overhead don’t make it any easier. Through the dense and thick trees, Dwight navigates as best as he can. The sooner he can return to his makeshift home, the sooner he can get some sleep.
It wasn’t anything fancy, nothing like his cozy place back home. He had to make do with hiding in the underbrush, laying flat as possible to avoid being seen. It would have to do, the deer didn’t have many options with his situation.
As Dwight continues his relaxed trot, he doesn’t see the net carefully hidden by sticks and leaves. As soon as Dwight steps on it, the net ensnares him and hoists him above the ground. Dwight cries out in shock and fear as he immediately starts thrashing about, his legs kicking out in an attempt to get himself free. The trap was attached to a bell that rang wildly, alerting anyone nearby that the trap had sprung.
The deer continues to thrash and buck, his cries of despair filling the air, frightened of anyone finding him. In his panic, he didn’t hear someone walk—or rather slither—towards him.
jekan: byan, this morning, i called you abhorrent and reprehensible, and I’d like to withdraw that statement—
byan: aww, thanks—
jekan: but i can't. those are the 2 words that best describe you.
byan: met a dumbass today. awful.
jekan: you looked in a mirror?
byan: someday you will have to answer for your actions and god may not be so merciful.
jekan: what's two plus two?
byan: math.
jekan: …i will accept that answer.
jekan: why do you not believe that ghosts are real?
byan: never seen one.
jekan: okay, i mean, there’s a lot of things that you can’t see that are real.
byan: what can’t i see?
jekan: you can’t see gravity. that’s real.
byan: yeah, i can drop an apple.
jekan: fuck.
Jain let out a loud, agitated snort through his nose at Jekan's exasperation. He himself didn't see the ghosts- as far as he was concerned the other seeing 'spirits' was more indicative of wildly untreated mental illness rather than any supernatural talent. His spurs clinked as he lightly kicked one of the now limp and rapidly cooling corpse before him- a good meal, and two of them, perfect for a freezer to save for lean times. But they had work to do, and while Jain abhorred waste there was still much to do.
"You said to 'deal' with them- you didn't elaborate how. Whatever- let's just get this over with- I'm hungry,"
The Tyrannosaur simply tilts her head at the other from the other side of the glass. It's... odd. They appear human, yet she could feel the tether of connection that would allow for communication.
She originally came to this dilapidated lab out of curiosity. Simply to see how much it resembled her own place of birth. It was close, but not quite the same. Curiosity sated.
She was just about to leave this place... right up until she was met with a rather surprised person on the other side. And another spirit! It wasn't often that she saw them, likely because of her intimidating size and appearance, but she was always curious about the different figures she saw.
"...Can leave." She responds, mentally. "Light off."
"Getting a little hungry? You've been in that cage a while now, haven't you? Maybe if you start talking about who sent you, I may see to it that you get something nice to eat."
attractiveness:
repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words / most unusual*
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex / haha no*
level of friendship:
never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend / you're in a cage so I don't think you like me very much right now!*
first impression of them:
i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them / they are here to kill me!!! o:*
current impression of them:
i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them / I want to study them under a microscope*
💅 - How do you feel about nail polish, would you/do you wear it?
// discussed here and here and here!
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"I don't mind nail polish," Chris smiles. "My sister used to test designs on my nails when she was bored or unsure of how something would look. I kind of liked the look alot so it stuck."
The baker displays his manicured and clear nails.
"I usually have a clear coat on or black. If it's a free day, I might give myself a design based around a movie anniversary or something."
(Drunk meme) “ what lie have you told that hurt someone ?”
Drunken Confession
"Dat I was fine."
Margaret lazily swirls her wine round and round in the glass, watching the liquid slosh around from... a side angle. She's seated at a table in her private room, drinking away her feelings as usual.
"I kn...knew what it'd do, y'know? I knew it'd hurt th' both ov' us. *hic* ...But I said it anyway. Wanna know why?"
The woman then casts the half empty glass to break onto the floor before dropping her face onto the cool, wooden surface of her table,.
"Cuz' it wouldn't've made a diffrence in th' end. Why did they hafta care anyway? All ov' 'em.... all ov' 'em knew exactly what wuz goin' on wit' me. Th' 'sickness' n' all my bullshit. I woulda done nothin' but drag 'em down w-.... wit' me."
She then turns over on the table, lying... somewhat uncomfortably with her upper back resting on the flat of the table, staring into the ceiling.
"Why *hic*... should I tell 'em every lil thing dat wuz wrong wit' m-...me... when I knew damn well dey couldn't do nothin' about it?..."
