#chinasorrowsrp

[mitsubaaoi]

Seek a way out! || chinasorrowsrp

         While it certainly wasn't uncommon for Aoi to finish work at such a late hour, supervising his subordinates today had been far from an easy task, leaving him exhausted from a long day that hadn't gone as he had planned. He had been looking forward to finally come home to get some much deserved rest but, as he closed the door of his apartment behind him, he noticed a smoke grenade's hiss even though it already was too late. The attempt he had made at leaving the room, his hand on his mouth to avoid inhaling any of what he believed was Soporil in gaz form to put him to sleep, had been futile as he fell unconscious in mere seconds, failing to notice the cloaked figure standing a few meters behind him.  

         Upon waking up, the white-haired man didn't open his eyes right away, his mind still feeling foggy from the anaesthetic used on him, a groan of annoyance leaving his lips. He was fast to regain his senses though, eyes snapping open upon feeling metal on his left wrist, his head immediately turning to it to notice cuffs. "What the hell?" However, azure hues widened further, his lips parted upon coming to realize the situation he truly was in. Next to him was sitting a woman whose wrist was handcuffed to his, their surroundings seeming like an old prison cell, the floor where they were sitting on made of a very dirty concrete, the walls being the exact same, rusty bars preventing them any escape, only a small window providing them with a bare minimum of lighting. 

         "Where are we?" Even though Aoi supposed his companion of misfortune knew no more than he did about their current predicament, he nonetheless inquired, looking at the woman sitting next to him before taking a closer look at the piece of metal over their wrists. "We have no way to remove that, don't we?" He let out a sigh of annoyance, attempting to figure out the reason as well as the series of events that had lead both of them to be locked and cuffed together in this cell.

[solomxn-archived]

YOU CAN TELL A LOT ABOUT SOMEONE BY THE TYPE OF MUSIC THEY LISTEN TO.

Hit shuffle on your iPod, phone, iTunes, whatever it is you listen to music on and then write down the first 20 songs that come up. Tag 10 people that you want to do it too!

One Rule: NO SKIPPING!

Tagged by: the-spiders-daughter

Family Friend - The Vaccines

What You Know - Two Door Cinema Club

Like Elephants - Flood of Red

Sweet Disposition - The Temper Trap

Jesus of Suburbia - Green Day

Homecoming - Green Day

Dirty Paws - Of Monsters and Men

Cum On Feel the Noize - Quiet Riot

City of Angels - 30 Seconds to Mars

Hero - Elizaveta

Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin

Desperado - Eagles

England - The National

I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That) - Meat Loaf

Pencil Fight - Atomship

Paint It Black - The Rolling Stones

Arabella - Arctic Monkeys

Smoke and Mirrors - Gotye

Beast In Air, Beast In Water - Snowmine

Apartment - Young the Giant

tagging: ask-erskine-ravel, csejte-tigress, unofficialxdetective, skulduggeryxpleasant, chinasorrowsrp

[goldenxeyed-archive]

Red.

{Send A Color And My Muse Will Tell You The First Thing It Reminds Them Of.}

Red. One of the most symbolic colours. He should have seen it coming, but it was a while since the gears in his mind had properly turned.

But the first thing he called to mind when red was mentioned was apples. And he said as much, the name of the fruit rolling off his tongue, sounding so alien.

“Apples.” Ravel frowned. “Could have been blood, turned out to be apples.”

“I suppose I should explain,” he continued, leaning back against the wall of his cell, shifting slightly to make himself more comfortable. Or as comfortable as he could get, anyways.

“I used to steal apples for my lone, surviving brother when the other died. We weren’t poor, I should say, but somehow it felt better to steal.”

 ”At least I could feel alive, away from a toxic household of grief and anger, get to see my sibling smile, even if it lasted him as long as the apple did.”

Which wasn’t very.

The man sighed, wistfully. He’d almost forgotten what apples tasted like, being locked up.

“Now, you should probably go. There are plenty of better things to do than listen to someone like me ramble." 

[inquiries-to-sherlock-holmes]

"Do you trust me?"

"Not really, you've yet to earn it."

[cradleofmagicrp]

Follow China Sorrows!

[schrodingerskanny]

[[ hey friends! i owe a lot of people replies and I'm really trying to get them done, but i'm just so lazy and threads with zero escape muses are much easier for me to write. if you're on this list then your reply is in my drafts, i've not forgotten about it! uvu 

timidtale (keep breathing)

chinasorrowsrp (Nonary Game IV)

inquisitor-barnham (Welcome to Labyrinthia)

entweser (Top dogs)

I'm sorry I'm taking forever ahhhh! ;w; ]]