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To live is just to fall asleep,
to die is to awaken.
Like Bonnie and Clyde {Violate AU!}
He rolled his eyes and moved to lie on the bed arms spread across the span of it. "You never done this before have you? Just come and lie down, and imagine nothing outside ozf this room... just be here, enjoy now" he said with complete authority. No. She wasn't going to leave, she wasn't going to freak out.
"Please just stop worrying, we're fine for tonight, I promise. You know im a bad ass, no ones gonna get you tonight."
Violet followed him with her gaze, which had glazed over slightly from the pill he'd shoved down her throat against her will. Her head continued to spin as she tried to focus on his words, going through each word one by one until the sentence made sense. "Done this before? No. I don't take random pills, I don't shoot people... I haven't done any of this before, you fucking idiot." She hissed, trying to keep some sort of animosity to her tone but failing miserably.
"Lie down? With you? No." She mumbled, leaning against the wall as she stumbled towards the couch, getting there in time for her legs to give out under her, causing her to collapse on the cushions. "Y-you... You asshole," She mumbled weakly, eyes closing a little. "I hate you."
Stop worrying? How was she supposed to stop worrying when they were both wanted for murder, she was drugged by a killer, and stuck in the middle of nowhere, unable to escape without him trying to stop her. They weren't fine for the night, there was no way they'd be fine again. "Just lemme go home..." She slurred, staring over at him through half-lidded eyes.
Like Bonnie and Clyde {Violate AU!}
Tate shook his head as his hands moved to take hers, tenderly curling them inside his large grip.
“It’s gonna be okay, it was just a relaxant. You’re just gonna chill out and have a good nights sleep, I’ll look after you.” He said, his voice smooth as silk as he draped the words around her for comfort. He felt her pulse in her thumbs as he held onto her with his gaze locked on hers’.
He licked his lips as she spoke up at him, his hair swaying slightly this time. “I know you do, it’s okay… but I’m just trying to help” He said hoping to calm her down as she tried to fight the drug and work up a panic in herself.
Violet stared down at their hands for a minute, breathing hard before pulling away from him, wincing as the room spun around her from moving so quickly. Tensing up, she glared up at him, though she was sure that she looked more stoned than anything.
She hated the way he told her what she was going to do, but she knew she didn't have much control over it either way. Yet he was someone she didn't know too well, and what she did know about him wasn't the most reassuring when he told her he would look after her. Leaning back against the bed for a second, she squeezed her eyes shut, wiping away her tears. "How could you?" She whispered exasperatedly, trying to stop herself from hyperventilating.
"This isn't the way to help me!" She tried to yell, but her voice didn't come out as strong as she'd intended. When she woke up, she'd have to work fast to get herself out of there before Tate could stop her again. It's not like he would tie her down so he didn't have to worry about her running while he was asleep, right? It was unbelievable how loopy it was making her feel, and she tried her best to focus. "I-It's not okay. I don't want to die..." She whimpered, and who could blame her? She didn't know the effects of those pills, and she didn't want something to help her relax - she wanted to get the fuck out of here.
"You're hurting me, just let me go!"
Pale hands wrap tighter around the blonde’s throat; her eyes strained as Tate laughed in response.
"You say that as if I actually care," The Devil had no time for her mind games. Her ‘I thought I was important to you so please take care of me even though I broke your heart’ act was getting tiresome. She would either bitch or moan- never stopping to think how it truly affected him.Why would he stop? This was exactly what she deserved. Being choked to death? It was too good for this Flower. After the pain she’s inflicted on him- she deserves worse. “Hold still, this will only last a couple hours.” Laughing echoed the badement walls as he began twisting her head to the side; the slow act of crunching bones made his heart jump for joy.
"Hm, your vocabulary seems to be a bit lacking nowadays. Shall I give you more of my books to cry over?" He questioned her movements with his eyes- gripping her neck a bit too tight.
A faux smile spread across his face, “Aw, Vi, you’re holding my hands.”
Devil’s not going to hurt the Flower physically- but mentally he wants to screw her over. Maybe even put her into her father’s counseling sessions.
More crunching came from Violet’s neck— Tate smiled. "I love you Violet.”
Violet let out a small whimper, still pulling at his arms anxiously. "G-get off of me!" She cried out, not wanting to speak to him about something so stupid like books when she was about to die, again. No matter how much twisted joy Tate got from murder, she didn't want to be one of his victims, not a second time.
"F-fuck you!" She rasped. There was no way she'd hold his hand ever again, but his taunting had pissed her off. How could he try to snap her neck, slowly and painfully, and taunt her? Probably because he was a psychopath, but it didn't change the fact that she was absolutely pissed at him for this.
A scream escaped her throat, though it was muffled by the lack of air reaching her lungs as she squirmed and kicked and pulled at him, careful not to jostle him enough to make that last sickening snap that'd send her spiralling into darkness until she woke up again, feeling no different than she had before he'd gotten his hands onto her throat.
He'd told her from the beginning that he was going to draw this out. Hours, he'd said, but Violet wasn't going to let that happen; not when each crack she'd heard had echoed through her head and sent immense pain rippling through her. Begging was a seriously low point for the flower, but she didn't care. "P-please, Tate.. I-I...I'm sorry." She didn't know why she was apologizing, because whatever it was, she knew she wasn't sorry for it. Violet was only lying to save her own skin, but she was desperate.
"Help!" If she could at least get one person's attention, maybe she'd save herself from this, and she'd never have to see the psychopath again.
Like Bonnie and Clyde {Violate AU!}
He was adament that the girl wasn’t going anywhere, not alone, not today.
“You’re staying. Get used to it Violet, cause I’m not lettin’ you go down for the shit I did and you don’t wanna bring me down for shooting those bitches after you did.” He growled, figuring she wasn’t about to listen.
He knew this was a very bad idea, that what he was thinking about doing would probably get him killed by the girl at some point, but he needed her to just stop, he needed her to stop freaking out. And so in a swift motion he took one of the PArty pills he had been fingering in his jacket pocket, and he roughly grabbed her head, forcing her mouth open with his thumb and forefinger while shoving the pill down her throat like you would a stubborn cat. “There… I know you’re gonna hate me but just try enjoy it… that will calm you down” He said rapidly stepping back away from her with his hands up, only moving to take his own. “See, not dangerous, it’s okay, we’ll just try and relax, watch a movie and figure everything out in the morning” He said in a way that sounded so convincing. He hoped she wouldn’t try make herself throw up.
Why did he have to be so damn stubborn? It was for the best, and he had to know that. What good was it running away when he had to practically babysit her at the same time? Not that Violet Harmon thought she needed babysitting, it was only a metaphor.
Violet rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "Stop being so belligerent, Tate. I'm going down for what I did anyway, what's the big deal about telling them I shot more than three girls? I probably could've, if I'd had the chance." It was a lie, but he didn't need to know that. "I'm not going to bring you down, so don't worry about that, either. Get the fuck out of my way and things'll be fine." She said, trying to stay calm despite the anger rising inside of her.
It seemed as if things had been going in slow motion as he pulled a small pill out of his pocket and grabbed her head. There had been pain as he grabbed her, but maybe it was the adrenaline, or the rage inside of her that lessened the effect, suppressing it until she was ready to focus on that. A muffled scream left her mouth almost instantly, and she attempted to bite down on his fingers as they forced her mouth open. She wasn't stupid; she knew that he was going to shove it down her throat. Of course, she hadn't known what it was, and Violet felt panic rising in her chest, thinking that he'd given her something that was going to kill her.
Yet she couldn't fight the other boy as the pill slid down her throat, a strangled noise escaping as she attempted to activate her gag reflex, hoping to purge herself of whatever he'd given to her. Once the pill had slid down her throat, though, she shoved him away and took several steps back, looking up at him with wide eyes as she tried to grasp the fact that she needed it out of her, now. The fact that he'd taken one as well had made her feel a little better, knowing she probably wasn't going to die, but the fact that there was some sort of drug in her system was still freaking her out.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?!" She screamed at him, angry and scared tears filling her eyes as she coughed a few times, taking deep breaths afterwards, trying to calm down. Her hands were shaking badly at this point as she looked up at him, a tear sliding down her cheek. "Y-you drugged me... What.. What did you give me?" She asked, not sure she wanted to know the answer. Her head was feeling dizzy and she wanted to sit down, but her mind was still screaming at her to run away, or to turn herself in.
Instead, she stumbled forwards, attempting to be smooth but failing miserably as her hands collided with his chest, giving him a rough shove backwards, though it didn't have as much force as it should've had she been fully alert. "I-I hate you!" She rasped, reaching up to let her fingers slide into her throat. She'd done it before, she knew how to throw up whatever was in her stomach. Violet only hoped it wasn't too late to get it out of her system.
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He’s having some difficulty figuring out if he’s enjoying the coarse pain pulsing throughout his body. Tate comes to a dark conclusion that if done by someone else, he would have laughed and screamed for more in his submissive posture, but now he can’t feel more than bitter pain. And with a mentally-disturbed boy like Langdon, pain just converts itself to anger, to harsh behavior.
Empathy has never been something he’s fancied.
For a long time Tate listens to her chiding, her return of verbal daggers. He almost responds to them, but instead he chooses to veer forward from the conversation as he had many times before. As if she hadn’t even spoken.
“And what ever happened to not planning on speaking with me? I thought this was some kind of movement to take out your anger on me with your fists, not your tongue.”
He tilts his head, his eyebrows raising almost sympathetically. No, that’s not sympathy. His arms cross, keeping his fingers away from the open wound on his arm. He looks up at Violet from his spot on the old couch, almost casually.
”Does the psychiatrist’s daughter have more of a problem than he thought she did? Ironic.”
Tate swallows again, the metallic taste of blood prickling his taste buds. The inside of his cheek is pulsing with a cut that continues to bring the taste to his lips, and his throat still aches. He coughs at the thought, more blood trickling out onto his hand, which is already stained red. His arm hasn’t stopped throbbing just yet. Tate is beginning to feel his body go numb, his head grow light as if he is going to faint. But he can’t.
Violet just couldn't bring herself to give a shit about what she was doing to him. He deserved it, and that was the primary thought circling her mind at the moment, while she walked around him slowly, trying to decide what else to do. Of course, his Hayden-esque comment previously had induced rage that was still coursing through her veins. She wanted him to feel pain, and no matter how angry or bitter she made him, she knew she wasn't going to stop.
She's shocked by his lack of voice. Normally, Tate probably would've made any sarcastic, smart-assed remark towards her because honestly, Vi was horrible at insults. Anything she'd said had been the first thing to enter her mind, and she'd thrown it at him like a knife, wanting nothing more than to embed it in his back, watching him arch it in pain. But his silence isn't unwelcome; it's nice to have him shut the fuck up for once.
It was short lived, though, as he spoke again. Hands clenching at her sides, she watched him carefully for any sign that he might try to retaliate for what she'd just done to him. "Things changed. I can make you hurt physically, but it only really lasts a minute, doesn't it Tate?" She knew all too well that it didn't last, especially considering she'd tried to hurt herself since her death and nothing had seemed to satisfy her. "But words... They have a nasty habit of sticking around when they're no longer wanted. Maybe I'm wasting my breath on your psychotic ass, but I'm hoping that the words cut as deep as the blade would." She spat at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "You're just so fucking pathetic,"
Proof that her attempts at hurting him hadn't lasted long was evident as he glanced at her with that expression, anger reigniting inside of her. "Don't fucking look at me like that, Tate." Violet took a step towards him, raising a hand as if she were going to slap him, but it only fell back to her side as quickly as it was risen.
"No one has as many psychological issues as you do, Tate. I was depressed, I was a sociopath. But I wasn't a murderer, and I sure as hell wasn't a psychopath. Don't bring my family into this. This is between us right now." She hissed, taking a step back once again and looking away as she shook her head. He shouldn't be able to get to her like this anymore... Not after what he did to her, or to the others.
"I wish you'd just stay dead, not a ghost." She muttered. "It'd be so much easier to be happy without you here."
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// Wow first off thank you for saying I’m one of your favorites like wow not fan-girling or anything
Secondly wow I’m awful at this okay bare with me here
// Sorry again for my inactivity. The gist of it is this month has kind of sucked, but I'm gonna post a small mun ranting thing, so just ignore me I want to vent.
So this month has been awful, for a lot of reasons that I'm not going to go into any great detail on. Anyway, whenever I went to do replies something would come up and it'd be impossible for me to get it done. Well I was promising some people I'd get on and reply last night but I ended up spending all day at the hospital yesterday and I was completely wiped when I got home and just couldn't get anything done that was going to be more than like, a paragraph. Anyway, I know that excuses don't count for much but that's just a little blurb about why I've been spotty with my activity these past few weeks.
Onto my actual ranting part... I don't know what happened, but it's like all but maybe four of my RP partners have vanished, some of them have deactivated without any notice or anything and I've been pretty bummed out over losing friends as well as some of my favorite threads. I already feel so self conscious about my writing as it is, and I guess it kind of made me feel like shit because as much as I try not to let my mind go there, I think they dropped the threads or whatever because they don't enjoy writing with me.
I know that I've made some great friends on here, and I'm so thankful for that, but there have been times I feel pressured to get replies done, even if it's only one person poking at me. Don't get me wrong, I love getting reminders because I am a forgetful person, and when I do remember I often procrastinate. Also, I've lost a few threads before because of the horrible activity bar. So I love getting notified, but with how much pressure has been on me these past few weeks I feel like RPing has become some sort of hardship, but I do this as an escape, not a chore. I don't want to stop writing, I just... I don't know really. I'm just typing to hopefully get some feelings out right now and then I'm gonna tackle my drafts before I let myself go off and read a book or something.
Anyway, sorry for the activity and sorry if you read this, because it's just been me venting for the past few minutes and it's not even anything important. If you'd like to drop our thread, I'll understand 100%, but I promise that I will get back on top of things soon and then my activity will be back to it's previous standards.
Sorry everyone.
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≑ my muse wakes up in your muse’s body
Out of all the things she never thought she’d say, this had definitely been the weirdest one. Only this time, “Get out of me” wasn’t something she was saying because she wasn’t interested in any sexual content. This time, he was literally inside her. How, she wasn’t entirely sure; possession seemed like something too absurd to be possible, but she wouldn’t have put it past Tate to try.
Violet hadn't understood it at first, but it didn't take long for her to realize that she wasn't entirely in control of her body, and that she could hear the sadistic chuckle in the back of her mind; a chuckle that could only belong to a psychopath named Tate Langdon. Knowing damn-well that he could hear her thoughts, she made sure to think the nastiest, rudest things about him, cussing him out and demanding that he stop this, before she tried to kill him - again.
On the rare occasion that she did have some control over her own body, she'd do anything she could to make him feel some ounce of pain, doing anything she could to just get him out of her body before he took over again, rendering her helpless. What are you trying to do, Tate? This isn't funny, so get out of me. Now.
Are You Threatening Me? || Insominatate || Closed
I heard her gasp and put my arm around her, kissing her head. Trying to comfort Violet.
"I tried to save you, I got you to throw up some of the pills but not enough... You died loved and cared about." He whispered as he kissed her head softly, and soon took her back to her room. Getting her to calm down soon enough. "I am sorry I couldn't save you. I never wanted you to be trapped here like I am." Tate was apologetic and wanting her to not hate or banish him from her afterlife.
A numb feeling filled her at that point, and she stiffened as he touched her, though she didn't bother to pull away. Silent tears slid down her pale cheeks as she stared down at her corpse, unable to truly grasp the fact that it had worked - that she was dead.
She slowly sunk down onto her bed, staring at the dusty hardwood floor as he spoke. He'd tried to save her, but why? After learning that he was already dead, didn't it make sense that he wanted her to be like this? He claimed he loved her, and cared about her deeply enough to want to save her life, but wouldn't that also mean that he wanted her to be here with him forever? Taking a shaky breath, she glanced up at him, her eyes red from how much crying she'd done in the past few minutes. Violet couldn't find the words to say to him, though, and all she could manage was eye contact, lips parted slightly as if the words had merely caught in her throat.
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Vulnerability is by far something Tate does not want to show. He had fallen into the trap before. He feels his childlike part of his mind pull him to the verge of tears, but he drags the weight right along with him. He’s not going to give her what she wants, not yet. He can still play around with her, test her limits. It’s something he’s found an interest in doing more and more lately.
If Tate wasn’t so tangled in his emotions he could have grasped her shoulders and pushed her back right after he received another blow to the face. Instead he flinches, bringing his hand up to hold his jaw like the slap had misplaced it. Her words still echo in his mind, the verbal daggers snagging him.
Why’d you do it? He is tired of hearing the question over and over again. Why, Tate? Why? What brought you to it? So many people have asked this to him lately than anything else, and the question is driving him up a wall. Either it is the consistency of the question or the fact that he couldn’t bring himself to think of an answer, he has started to hate the statement.
He wipes his mouth with his hand, blood smearing along his palm. Langdon swallows, a distasteful expression captivating his features at the taste of the blood before he focuses his attention back on Violet, on the question she left lingering in the air. He wavers over it but passes it on, as if she hadn’t spoken at all.
“Funny how you could turn this on me, Violet, when all the while you were all over the poor boy. He could barely keep his dick in his pants, could he? Those little looks, those cute remarks and gestures,” he pauses, a smile forming on his bloody lips. “That isn’t the innocent Violet I knew of. You’d never change yourself for a boy, at least to get his attention.”
He sounds almost as if he’s accusing her of something, stopping once more to wipe his mouth again. “Unless,” he cooes, his eyes flashing with pleasure at his own words, “Unless it wasn’t him you were acting that way for. Maybe it was for someone else. That would be sad, though, wouldn’t it?”
Hanging around Hayden more than usual, aren’t we? By the way he is speaking to Violet, it can be guessed that the devil has spent his latest time with the very girl that took part in messing up Violet’s family. It is this that makes him feel closer to himself; at least the two had the blame across their shoulders, the weight that they had been the major contributions towards fucking up the Harmon family. What a weight to carry.
The flower has no remorse for her actions, and the sight of his eyes filling with tears almost made her laugh. It was one of his few talents, apart from fucking around with people, the way he could make himself cry, or seem like the victim in the situation when really it had been his fault from beginning to end. There was no part of her that believed his tears were genuine, and she wasn't going to let herself believe that they were, no matter how much that expression would've broken her heart when they'd been together. At least that chapter of her life was long over with, and any feelings like that had been extinguished.
Violet knew that it had hurt; her hand was stinging from the blow she'd delivered to his cheek. But that's what she was going for, and another ounce of satisfactory filled her when he brought his hand to his jaw. It almost made her feel proud that she could cause him some sort of pain, even if it never really would equate to the amount of pain he'd inflicted on others. Of course, any pain she could inflict on him physically wouldn't last - it was one of the many things she hated about ghosts, especially in situations like these.
The blood seeping from his mouth and onto his hand only fuels her further, glad that she had some sort of effect on him with her harsh slap, excited that it had been enough to cause him to bleed. But blood... Wasn't that something that the psychopath enjoyed? Really, he shouldn't be mad at her for it; she's only giving him what he likes. Or is it different when the pain is on his end? Surely the sadist was also a masochist, wasn't he? If he wasn't, it only made it even better - she didn't want to give him anything he'd enjoy, after all.
Her mouth drops open a little bit at his words, shocked he has the guts to make such a comment when she's the one with power over him right now. Of course, there's nothing stopping Tate from hitting her back; it's not like he's restrained in any way. But Violet's anger gives her the upper hand, the hatred only making her more enraged, and therefore filling her with more strength than him. Plus, she already had the first few hits in, so he was already injured. As long as she kept hurting him before he could heal, she wasn't worried about him.
Violet almost defended herself, claiming that she'd only hung off her boyfriend like that to get back at Tate for ruining her perfect night, but his comment about how pathetic it would be made her pause, her face reddening slightly as she looked away. It was pathetic on her end, but it was kind of pathetic on Tate's, too, wasn't it? He clearly felt jealousy because of it, enough to make him almost lose his calm act in the ice-cream shop.
"Get off your fucking high horse, Tate. I wasn't acting that way for you," It was a lie, and she was positive that they both knew it, but she wasn't going to admit it to him. "And don't say that. You don't know me, so don't act like you do. You're the only guy you've seen me with besides Skylar. Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I was acting that way around him because I like him more than I ever liked you?" She spat, crossing her arms over her chest.
Yet, his words hadn't really surprised her. Sure, they were Hayden-esque, but he was an asshole who would do anything to hurt someone, even if it meant a few harsh words, or condescending mocking because she'd changed just a little bit to get to him the way he got to her. She never acted like that around Skylar before Halloween night, and she doubted she'd act like that again, and hopefully Skylar knew that, so he wasn't expecting anything of her.
"You're hurting me, just let me go!"
Pale hands wrap tighter around the blonde’s throat; her eyes strained as Tate laughed in response.
"You say that as if I actually care," The Devil had no time for her mind games. Her ‘I thought I was important to you so please take care of me even though I broke your heart’ act was getting tiresome. She would either bitch or moan- never stopping to think how it truly affected him.Why would he stop? This was exactly what she deserved. Being choked to death? It was too good for this Flower. After the pain she’s inflicted on him- she deserves worse. “Hold still, this will only last a couple hours.” Laughing echoed the badement walls as he began twisting her head to the side; the slow act of crunching bones made his heart jump for joy.
The flower's face contorted in pain as his hands gripped her tighter, her own hands reaching up to grasp his arms, desperately trying to pull him away. She's already dead, but it doesn't mean she can't feel pain, and this is only a proof of that. A low whimper escapes as she squeezed her eyes shut, still tugging at his arms to just get him off of her.
His words had stung, though. Where was that boy that had told her he loved her? The first boy to ever show interest in her, and the only boy to ever take her virginity? Oh yeah. He never existed - that part of Tate was merely a façade he used to get close to her for his own amusement. Right now, Violet had no doubts in her mind that Tate never truly cared about her - he was just bored. "Please!" She cried out, her voice hoarse as she struggled under him.
Hours? No, no, no, no, no! He was so fucking twisted, the way he actually laughed at the pain he was causing her. And then her head was being twisted, and she could feel the cracking causing searing pain through her back and her neck. A loud scream echoed off the walls, much like his sadistic laughter as she tried to twist her head the opposite way. "You... Son of a bitch!" She choked out, tears streaming down her face as her vision blurred.
Are You Threatening Me? || Insominatate || Closed
I sigh softly as I looked at her. " I didn't drug you, I wouldn't hurt you like that.. I just need to show you why you keep reappearing in the house... After I show you, I'll understand if you still hate me but you've got to understand me please."
I was calmer as I walked to the basement door and opened it walking down silently. Moving boxes out of the way and pulled the crawl space door open climbing into it and helped her up. " close your eyes after you come down please." I said lightly as I helped her down and told her to open her eyes after I put the beam of light on her dead body.
" I didn't want it to be this way... I figured if we died together you wouldn't be so sad.." I whispered in sorrow.
That's ironic. She'd almost killed herself because of him, and yet he claims that he wouldn't hurt her like that. His words were meaning less and less to her at this point, and all she could manage was a slow nod, following him silently as she wiped the tears from under her eyes. Whether or not this was some stupid ploy to get her to like him again, she went along with it. If it was serious, she'd deal with it, and if it wasn't, she'd just leave.
Crawling through the crawlspace was absolutely disgusting. At one point, she'd even squealed upon seeing some ghastly creature in the dark tunnels below the old house, grumbling about how gross it was before she came to a stop, letting her eyes slip shut at his command. Hesitantly, she took his hand and used him as support as she was lifted down to a ledge where she could stand upright, letting her eyes open slowly.
At first, she hadn't registered what he was trying to show her. That was, until she saw where the beam was illuminating. She recognized that top, those boots... That long tangle of dark blonde hair. A sharp gasp passes her lips as her hand tightened on his, a low, long whine escaping her throat as she backed up a little, shaking her head in denial before finally letting the tears escape. Pushing her hair out of her face, she sobbed brokenly. "I-I.. I died when I took those pills.." It wasn't a question; she knew the answer. Violet didn't even want to hear the answer, but she couldn't stop herself from asking.
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We have no idea why we have such a striking resemblance towards your dead ex boyfriend, little flower, but now there’s a curiosity that’s been pinned up and tucked away for later. Much older, Malcolm has been wandering this world for centuries—— lived in a time much different than this when there was no technology; doesn’t understand how they could let this place get so dusty.
He’ll turn around and throw the female a glance—- long fingers held fast around a can of spaghetti-o’s and a blond brow arched. Who does she think she is, exactly? Who does she think he is? Certainly he’s never seen this girl before in his life; and he can sense that she’s not completely of the living either.
A ghost? How fitting.
❝ What in god’s name are you bitching about? I’m just trying to eat some spaghetti-o’s. Who’s Thaddeus? And a better question… who are you? ❞
You can always blame the help for the dust, it's not the flower's fault. Maybe it's because the old woman is always trying to seduce her adulterous father that she hasn't been focused on cleaning up around this house filled with dead people. Or, maybe it's just because everyone here is D E A D. Either way, it's hardly something to complain about, unless you're willing to grab a costume and start cleaning up around here. Surely that maid outfit would be just dashing on you. A snicker at the thought makes her eyes wrinkle for a second before Violet contains herself.
She'll meet your gaze, eyes narrowed slightly in confusion and a hint of anger. Maybe it's because you look so much like the boy who took her heart and ripped it from her chest, leading her to suicide, or maybe it's because she's bitter and doesn't have the most personable personality. Something's off, though. If you were the boy she's grown to hate, there'd be some more prominent spark of anger, surely. But you look so much like him, right down to the annoying way you snap at her.
Violet's all but confirmed that you're not Tate, and that only brings the confusion to a peak, her arms crossing over her chest. "Since when do you..." She trails off, slowly coming to terms with things. Unless this is another one of Tate's pathetic games, you've captured her interest. "What the hell are you talking about?" It's safer than admitting to anything, or accusing you of being someone you may or may not be, so she'll just leave it at that.
Well This Sucks - Violent-Violate
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With a loud clank he felt the board slip from underneath him. “Fuck, no!” He screamed as he tried to force his weight backwards so he could fall onto the stairs rather than off the edge. It was to no luck, instead he hit the railing mid back before he toppled over the edge, having no time to even curse before his body hit the ground with a loud sickening crack.
He laid there in the middle of the floor, he moved his his fingers and could still feel his legs. This was good, he wasn’t paralyzed, in fact, he wasn’t even in pain at all. He looked up to where Violet stood when she ran to him and gave her a thumbs up. “Alright!” He chuckled as he pulled himself up before he saw a look of horror on her face. He immediately followed her eyes, looking to the ground.
There it was, staring blankly at him, paler already. It had a look of horror permanently stuck on it’s face, the mouth caught in a scream that could never be screamed. “Oh shit.” Gabe said, taking a step towards his own corpse. “My parents are gonna be pissed.”
Violet glanced between the new ghost and his corpse, a look of utter disbelief on her face. He'd literally just died and he was worried about his parents being pissed? The flower knew this guy was a little strange, but being more concerned over what his parents thought than the fact that he was dead was a little past the 'strange' point. "You... Do you even care that you're fucking dead?!" She asked, voice raised a little higher than she meant it to. At that point, she just wanted to shake him frantically, shaking her head a little. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Gabe, you're dead."
She slowly looked down at the corpse again, taking a shaky breath. "Well, fuck. We're going to have to get rid of the body before your parents come and see you walking around without your body. Trust me, it doesn't go over well when they find out you're dead." She mumbled, pushing her hair out of her face as she rocked back and forth on her feet. "But seriously... You're more concerned with your parents' opinion?" Head shaking again, she rested her hand on his arm, trying not to cry. This was stupid, why was she almost in tears over this?! It's not like she even knew him. Maybe it was because he was the only one she could really hang out with, now that Tate was back to his creepy self. Either way, she didn't want to cry in front of him. "Are you... Okay?"
The Poor Kid - Violent-Violate
Lana saw immediately that this girl could not have been any less interested in her. She supposed she didn’t blame her. Most of the more stable people in the asylum had the same story I’m not crazy, everyone else here is crazy, but not me. I’m here for the wrong reason. She’d seen it in almost every person there. She’d seen it in herself in the beginning. Now she was just seeking out other people like her, people who she could actually do something for in some way.
When Lana tried to find a way to talk to her she was lost for a second. Violet was a difficult read. She seemed just angry to be there, which Lana very well understood. “I wanted to say hi and introduce myself. I know what it’s like to be new here and I know a decent conversation is a rare gift.”
Violet didn't mean to be a bitch - or maybe she did. Either way, she was in a bad mood and didn't feel like talking to some crazy person. She wasn't crazy! Her parents had acted irrationally, but they'd figure it out soon enough; there was no way the ghosts were going to leave them alone, now that their original plaything had been shipped off to the psych ward. Everyone here is crazy, but not Violet - she was here because of her parents.
Sighing, she brought her gaze up to look at the other woman, jaw clenching a little. "Why? Why are you being nice to me? I'm crazy, aren't I?" She said, sarcasm dripping from her tone. She couldn't help it, though. This was all more of a joke to her than Dylan McDermott was, apparently. "But you are too, aren't you? C'mon, there has to be something wrong with you. Let me guess, chronic masturbator? No - OCD housewife." she taunted, tilting her head a little.
lizzieiris said: Anything with InsominaTate or just on Kik. I reblog it because I like/support what you’re doing ^.^
// Haha yeah, I figured you wanted to do it on your Tate blog. I’ll get to our kik reply as soon as I tackle my drafts, I swear! But what do you mean ‘like/support what you’re doing’? What am I doing? haha.
Being a role player person and making people happy :)
// Oh, wow. Thank you, that means a lot to hear. I definitely wouldn't say I'm doing that though :x