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@veiliisms
“welcome to vermilion services, how may we help you?”
gen.
rules. verses.
muses.
aoki renji. kazama afton. aoki primula. kuroki naoko. lao fahy. veronique “vera” milian.
A STUDY OF; hiding yourself, your intentions, your regrets, your true self and feelings. redemption, acceptance, love and selflessness. family.
i love when i pop back on and see moots ive had for years still writing and still having fun and being cool af
miss yall. hope everyone is living their best life.
sips drink.
hi.
kicks the doors in. it’s mine and renji’s bday >:)
ty to everyone who wished us a happy bday. love u guys.
kicks the doors in. it’s mine and renji’s bday >:)
CONCRETE AND GOLD SENTENCE STARTERS
the following is a list of RP sentence starters based off of Foo Fighters’ newest album Concrete and Gold !!
T - SHIRT
“ I just wanna sing a love song. ”
“ You can sing along with me. ”
“ It gets much better. ”
“ It gets much worse. ”
RUN
“ Wake up.”
“ Run for your life with me. ”
“ If everything’s erased, what you gonna do? ”
“ I need some room to breathe. ”
“ You can stay asleep if you wanted to. ”
MAKE IT RIGHT
“ Everybody needs a little suffer. ”
“ Don’t you wanna hitch a ride? “
” Someone’s got you hypnotized. “
” I don’t need a martyr. “
THE SKY IS A NEIGHBORHOOD
” The heart is a storybook. “
” Don’t make a sound. “
” Don’t look now. “
"I gotta get to sleep somehow. ”
“ Keep it down. ”
“ My mind is a battlefield. ”
“ I’m a ticking bomb. ”
“ Maybe you should watch your step. ”
“ Don’t get lost. ”
LA DEE DA
“ Keep your pretty promise to yourself.
” You can’t shame me. “
DIRTY WATER
” I feel an earthquake coming on. “
” You’re the morning after all my storms. “
” You’re my sea of poison flowers. “
” The taste of sweet revenge, best served cold. “
ARROWS
” I want a new life. “
” You had arrows in your eyes. “
” Fire away. “
HAPPY EVER AFTER ( ZERO HOUR )
” Drink until the taste is gone. “
” There ain’t no superheroes now. “
” Happy ever after. “
SUNDAY RAIN
” When are you gonna come down?“
” You tell the lie, you should keep it. “
” Don’t wanna follow you ‘round. “
” My first mistake was believing. “
” Are you a little afraid? “
” A little alone? “
” A little exhausted? “
” Where do you find it? “
THE LINE
” Yes or no? “
” I was wrong. “
” I was right. “
” Break my bones, I don’t care. “
” Are you there? “
” We fight for our lives 'cause everything’s on the line. “
” I can’t hide. “
” I’m a page torn from a broken spine. “
” The tears in your eyes will someday dry. “
CONCRETE AND GOLD
” You lost your mind. “
” Is it all mine? “
” You’re not alone. “
” Is this a curse? “
” 'Til death do us part. “
"Oh wow! So you really got all these yourself?! Such a classic look, I'm so jealous!" her eyes only seemed to sparkle more, she moved closer.
"Yeah, my fans! I'm Polina, I'm a livestreamer. My fans love coming along with me to work. I just really dig your look, I figured I'd ask is all. What do you do for work? Or are these your casual clothes?" She grinned sincerely, questions tumbling without cease.
"polina... livestreamer?" a little at a loss, and he takes a sip of his coffee. "these are just my casuals. work attire is typical suit-and-tie, so it's nice to get outa those."
he looks at her again. "what do you livestream?"
crawls around on the ground. i should be sorry for the dash spam. but. im not. <3
@veiliisms
"Oh my goooooooods! You look amazing! Do you have a stylist or is this all you? You gotta tell me my fans would loooooooove me in something like that!"
man, he's just standing there, trying to enjoy his coffee. he blinks once, twice, almost unsure if she's talking to him, before tilting his head curiously.
"uh... stylist? no, i don't really. want one. but, uh. thanks? your - fans?"
[ 𝖨'𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗅𝖽 𝖽𝖺𝗒𝗌; 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝗂𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗇 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖻𝗒 𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖮𝗁, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 @veiliisms 𝗌𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝖾𝖽. ' 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀. ' ] ⸻ i've come to care about you. [from renji. also hiiiii :> )
She frowns at their words- at a loss for what she ought say next. For so long they'd been doing this back and forth between them. She worried for him, he worried for her. A mutual relationship, but one she'd been trying desperately to dissolve. Renji had far more going for them and if they got involved even deeper with her then it was only a matter of time before something happened. What that something was Loni couldn't say, but given her track record she was certain it wouldn't be good. Especially so with that psycho that had nearly killed her not one, but twice, still on the loose.
Raking her nails through her hair she let out a soft sigh. Truth be told she didn't want to push him away, but it as for the better. For awhile she had actually thought herself successful, but as it turned out he'd just been away for some reason or another. She hadn't paid much mind to him as he spoke; her heart and mind had been far too busy warring with one another as to what her next step should be.
" Youse shouldn't. " Ultimately she decides on something in between. It would open up room for discussion, surely, as to why that statement was wrong. At the same time maybe it would get her feelings across to them. " There are far more important matters, without a doubt, for youse to concern yourself with. My life and my dealings should be the last thing on your mind, Renji. "
"well, i do,"
his response is immediate, a level of bite completely uncharacteristic from him. her wishy-washy response wasn't something he was blindsided by, but it still bothered him enough to respond in kind.
"i've seen your frustration, and your success. i've seen what you're capable and have been there through some, haven't through others." he takes a step forward, he removes his glasses and puts them inside the breast pocket on the inside of his coat.
"... loni, i've worked closely with you for a long time, now. and an even longer time i didn't. i can't stop feeling it. i don't want to.
... i know there are forces out there that you're worried about. i am too. but keeping anyone - keeping me at arms length isn't fair."
She laughed: --
“It could be mine as well. Though I guess it’s a poor sort of an excuse. At least in my case. I was born this way. Things seemed to be hidden from me all the time.” – her words might have been considered serious, but her playful tone sent a clear message that it wasn’t something she was truly worried about.
“I came here with my father. He had some business in the town so I thought I might do some sightseeing here as well.” – saying that she moved her head around as if to show what she was planning to see; her hair danced around her shoulders like a golden cascade. Her red dress looked expensive and her tailored especially for her.
“So, what are you doing here since you mentioned you’re out of town. It’s not the most popular place to visit…”
“Oh, I am Nunnally.” – she suddenly remembered she should introduce herself.
"renji," he replies quickly, offering another polite smile and a nod of the head.
"i'm here on work," he then answers, folding his hands together behind his back and going back to looking over the town in front of them. "my associates are also conducting business, but i had some free time, too. i also wanted to see what was out here; what the local scene was like,"
bustling, apparently. it was almost quaint, a little louder than what he'd expect from this area, but quaint nonetheless. people walking around, moderate street traffic, shops open.
"not popular - coulda fooled me. guess it's a secret local spot."
⸺ 水 To say confrontation wasn't her forte would be an understatement. If the other wouldn't have been here to handle it, Tomoe would've surely kept herself as quiet as possible. Needless to say, she was thankful— more so at the man's generosity. "Oh!! You didn't have to, but thanks." Bliss lit up her features to the point she was nearly beaming in her seat.
"Maybe he had a lot on his mind, I don't know. Not that it excuses his behaviour, there's plenty of people who don't make their own issues someone else's issue." As if to make up for her silence just now, words ran like a flood from her lips. Then, an offer to truly display her gratefulness.
"If you'd like you can sit at my table? I'll treat you to a couple of drinks!!"
"please - if anything, it'd make me feel better about the situation," they insist, resting their forearms on the counter and folding his hands together. only a single leather glove covered his left hand - it was a little weathered. dull in the fluorescent light that buzzed overhead.
she offers them a seat, and they mull it over for a moment. until, of course, they offer another kind smile, and nod their head. "alright. sure. thank you."
they make their way over, make themself comfortable, and hold their right hand - the hand without the glove - over the table to her.
"aoki renji. nice to meet you."
THAT'S WHAT REALLY UPSETS HER. Everyone grows. Everyone changes. But she just stays the same. She doesn't want to change, really, but everyone else gets 'better' and moves on to calmer times, which someone explosive and immature like her doesn't fit into. It shouldn't really matter, but it does. Even if she did change, she would still end up fading out; she'd become too boring, too simple, and they'd still move on, anyway.
None of that is Afton's problem, or even relating to him. All she has are stories about how he used to be, and glimpses into moments and feelings that he quickly reigns in. She finishes her cigarette, ignoring his attempt to return the lighter until she ends up needing it again. When she does have to snatch it back, her anger is rekindled for a moment. She'd been planning on simply leaving it, and now she looks dumb again for having to go back on that since she has to take it back if she wants to light up another cigarette.
Which she does, and says nothing to his apology as she fumbles with it. As her next cigarette lights up, she reaches her hand back out, a few fingers clutching the lighter and a few stuck out, to wave him off. Her free hand plucks the cigarette from her lips so she can interrupt him, loudly and curtly, as he starts to go on a new dialogue trying to make it better.
"Stop."
That's all she says for the moment. She doesn't need his pity, doesn't need him to bumble our theories and therapy to try and assuage her. After another long drag, she pours a stream of smoke into the air and finally speaks up again as it disperses.
"It's not a big deal. I really don't care."
Hand back in her pocket, thumb hanging out, she nurses the new cigarette and continues to look ahead of her instead of at him. None of her current problems are even that big of a deal; and everything else is in the past, so it shouldn't matter now.
"really? 'cos about five minutes ago, it seemed like you really did care," he fires back with a flat tone. another drag, and he flicks the butt to get some ash off.
"... real question," he begins, taking another drag before putting it out in an ashtray on a nearby small table. "when's the last time anyone's gotten that? all that venting, real venting, the shit that's eatin' atcha for a minute. you ever let yourself have that?"
give yourself what i didn't, he almost says. but he knows, that'd piss him the hell off. so of course he doesn't say it to her. she's too much like how he used to be, sometimes.
really, that's what scares him the most.
that, and how much he doesn't realize he actually cares for her wellbeing.
"i'm not fidgety. i'm chilling." she is absolutely not chilling and she is definitely fidgety. coco finishes putting up her hair and turns to grab a seat at the counter, though she's more leaning over it than sitting on the stool, chewing her lip.
"i've just got this person in my house who thinks he knows everything and cooks, like, amazing food. that's bound to make a girl nervous. also, i don't antagonize them. they start it, i finish it. i can't help when people hate me because i'm so pretty, you know." a half-joke. coco shifts from one foot to the next, avoiding renji's eye to look at the food. she remembers what renji said once, about vermilion taking care of them and them just returning the favor. a good excuse for all ren's nursemaid behavior, for sure, but it leaves coco wondering why he takes care of her. does she need it that badly?
"you know, i could've ordered takeout if you'd texted. you really don't have to cook for us." not that she isn't grateful. coco's stomach is already growling at the smell, her usual diet consisting of water, coffee, and occasional binge treat. oh, and fast food. make no mistake: the fact that she eats in front of renji is a sign of trust, like a stray cat.
"can i make you some coffee or something? i know you, and i know you've been working your ass off all day. it's the least i can do." still fidgeting. still weird. if coco could think clearly, she'd recognize why she's so nervous: it's all incredibly domestic.
"you are absolutely not chilling. you're fidgety."
he laughs again, a short snicker, moving about the kitchen with a motion that's practically graceful, it's disgusting. this guy can maim a platoon with everything in this room, and here he is carefully prepping a french dish he totally didn't get begrudgingly accurate recipe details from vera.
"takeout is fine on occasion," he starts, carefully eyeing a certain amount of whatever sauce this was with precision. "but a homecooked meal can't be beat."
at the offer of coffee, he perks a bit. "actually, i have some tea," they say over their shoulder. "in my backpack, next to gloves. little mason jar. a brew i've been workin' on myself." they add with a bit of pride to their tone.
it's warm. of course it is. he's in front of a stove, cooking three different things. of course it's warm. so what if he's looking forward to making her a meal, hoping she likes it, and maybe even secretly hoping she'll like it enough to invite him over to make it again.
so what.
@kirakiras left a message: [SURVEY] The sender gently traces their fingers over the receiver's scars, curiosity evident in their touch. -for renren / scar survey starters (acc.)
the warmth of her fingers sends a shiver down his spine. the nape of his neck tingles, marred skin able to feel the pads of her fingers down their bumped and altered skin.
his eyes close. he takes a deep breath. "... that one is from - when it all happened. afton's dad."
her fingers trail down, a burn mark that goes from the blade of his left shoulder to the middle of his back.
"that one was - a job in the states. jumped in front of a molotov to help a kid... thankfully, it was poorly-made."
what looked like a stab wound was next. just above the hip. an intimate, smaller scar. his smile fades. he clears his throat.
"got caught up with the wrong people. let my guard down."
finally, he turns, and looks at her. his eyes scan hers, just... staring. looking back and forth, admiring every little detail of her curious face.
"... still think i'm pretty with all these scars?" he laughs, trying to deflect the seriousness of the issues with a poorly-timed joke, as per usual.
@metrictita left a message; "What's the endgame here? Where does it all lead?" / armor-piercing questions. (acc.)
"i'm paying you to drive, not ask questions!"
she was being awfully bossy for someone leaking blood from her left arm.
naoko removes her tie, beginning to turn it into a makeshift tourniquet; done quickly, like this isn't exactly an atypical monday for her. with a hiss, she tightens it, and moves forward from her position in the back - thankful there's no plexi panel separating them.
the black sedan in front doesn't even seem to be aware their would-be victim is perfectly fine, hanging onto their tails like the apex predator she is.
"you wanna get paid? add a couple zero's to the fare and it'll be just fine."
okay. i'm on my lappytop. sippin my drinky. let's do some replies.
