feel the nightmares

back back again pitch is back, for revenge. trackin tag : theboogeydick associated w/ citta alveare

[theboogeydick]

[crowningred]

“Weird…”

┌She spoke bluntly. Not only weird but he was as colourless as everything else, though it was impossible to tell if it was because of his actual colouring, or because of her own eyes. Anna seemed to easily brush off the fact that he was inspecting her, and even how quickly he moved.

He was ‘many things’? Hm…? Anna stared at him blankly. But not here, right? Like her he too lost powers that he once had no doubt. That seemed the case for everyone here. Probably him as well.┘

“Mm.”

┌Anna gave a nod of agreement. That was a true enough statement. She certainly didn’t know him well enough to give out potential information either. And her trust most certainly wouldn’t be placed in a stranger that didn’t feel quite right to her.┘

[theboogeydick]

"I've been called that aswell."

Then came a small sigh, oh yes, memories. Pitch's shoulders gave a gentle shrug once more, it should hurt but it didn't. He was called so many things in his life that he actually didn't feel the emotions he felt towards them before. Well, except the fact that every now and then when he would scare someone it's just-- 'the boogeyman isn't real', that hurt.

"But, if you want to know, I'm Pitch Black." He gave her a gentle smile, despite it looking rather seductive.

"May I ask, what's your name and how you ended up here?"

[theboogeydick]

[crowningred]

┌Blinking several times, Anna stared at the stranger. He gave off a feeling she didn’t quite like. She wasn’t quite sure why, but it most certainly wasn’t a pleasant feeling. Standing quietly she held onto one of the bouncy balls she had been given as though to keep her at ease despite the oddity of the man.┘

“Hello.”

┌A blunt, barely audible greeting was given. Her eyes remained fixed on his face. Curiosity on her features as her head cocked to one side.┘

“What are you?”

[theboogeydick]

He already had a feeling about her just as she had with him, scanning her simply-- though he was quicker in the shadows he was quick on his feet aswell. One moment he was infront of her the next-- right beside her, taking in her appearance her posture-- people seemed to think you could only tell what a person was like over a long period of time. Pitch worked differently-- oh, she had asked a question, hadn't she?

"I'm many things." Not at the moment, however.

"But, this really shouldn't start out with what am I-- and even so, I don't know if I can just trust you right off the bat with any personal information, that has to do with myself." And, shrug light heartedly.

[theboogeydick]

sorry if i make any mistakes or something stupid

im really nervous around roleplayers for some reason ( probably because i dont know any of you )

soso yeah ;; but uhm if you want to start a roleplay with me i can just make a opening or a closed rp?? all you gotta do is ask, like this or w/e ;u;"

also another thing im sorry if i dont para that well ( i have a huge muse but im so uGh )

[theboogeydick]

holyharlot started following you

Pitch's eyes widened alittle and halted in his position, glancing over his shoulder curiously to see the figure he tilted his head alittle. He really was lost and he refused to live in that .. state, house, thing, whatever. He'd rather sleep somewhere dark, hell he wasn't sure if he slept at all. The boogeyman's posture straightened and he headed over to the person confused slightly. "Excuse me?"

He may as well be polite, he was in no position to start anything what with his weapon ( and asmuch as he hated humans, people in general he'd need some help-- of sorts. ) "Mind telling me where I am?" He murmured under his breathe, it was loud enough for them to hear but his tone of voice gave it off as a whispers. Trying his best to keep a calm look.

[theboogeydick]

The Nightmare King lurked in the shadows with a curious look upon his face, he really hadn't noticed how many people it was that he would be forced to live with or as a matter of fact know. Hopefully none of them were guardians, that'd be the last thing he'd need. Thankfully, even if he didn't have his powers he still had his dark figure ( hair, clothes, skin ) the only thing that really stood out were his eclipse colored eyes. He figured one of them would come up to him sooner or later, so he may as well start a conversation-- or atleast attempt too? He had no idea really what was going on, so. He may as well try to figure it out.

"Hello?" Came the sultry, smooth ( errie ) voice.

[theboogeydick]

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

“Nightmare sand is inanimate whenever I’m not using it.”