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His senses seemed to become unclogged from the haze of his 'medicine'. His hearing, eyesight, and more importantly, his sense of smell returned to him.  And the first sensation that tickled his mind, was the sharp, tangy scent of crimson liquid.  Blood.  He hummed softly at her question, thinking carefully as to how he should respond without giving away the fact that he smelled the bleeding corpse within the alley.  Her dirty little secret wasn't much of a secret anymore, now, was it?  "Just wandering about. Hoping that I don't run into trouble again..." His deep emerald orbs flicked to a single, tiny little speck upon her collar.  A subtle little inhale through his nostrils, and confirmation was given.  It was the very same liquid that was oozing off in the alley, though he could not see such a thing.  One of two possibilities are at-hand here: Either she had run into the corpse and happened to get a spot upon her from the body, or she was the reason the body was just that. A body. A corpse. "What about yourself?" His body began to react to tension that occurred within, hands beginning to create a single layer of energy that defied the very laws of physics.  Good thing his hand were a decent amount away from her body; otherwise, Ciara would have the sense of weightlessness upon her skin. He was ready, if he was intended to be another victim.

Oh, the beauty of having six other men in your head telling you that this beautiful woman was bad news.

A Little Blood Between Friends || Ciara & Koudo

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Good evening, everyone.

How is everyone fairing? 

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Oh god inactivity is horrible. To my two followers, I deeply apologize! Traveling and life and school and--

Gah.

I'm back. And probably won't be leaving for a while.

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News!

Everyone, I’m elated to tell you that Tumblr will be joining Yahoo.

Before touching on how awesome this is, let me try to allay any concerns: We’re not turning purple. Our headquarters isn’t moving. Our team isn’t changing. Our roadmap isn’t changing. And our mission – to empower creators to make their best work and get it in front of the audience they deserve – certainly isn’t changing.

So what’s new? Simply, Tumblr gets better faster. The work ahead of us remains the same – and we still have a long way to go! – but with more resources to draw from.

Yahoo is the original Internet company, and Marissa and her team share our dream to make the Internet the ultimate creative canvas. I couldn’t be more excited to have her help. We also share a vision for Tumblr’s business that doesn’t compromise the community and product we love. Plus both our logos end with punctuation!

As always, everything that Tumblr is, we owe to this unbelievable community. We won’t let you down.

Fuck yeah, David

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Reblog if it is okay if your muse is hurt, severely injured or tortured in RPs.

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Because I have been given alot of questions about if Koudo has a face-claim, I will answer with: he does.

It is Jared Padalecki.

You're welcome.

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A humored chuckle left him at her teasing, stature relaxing itself as his hands slipped into the pockets of his jacket.  She did bring up a good point; he suspected that he came off as some homeless man off the streets of the city.  Pretty creepy.  "I assure you, I'm no threat."  He sighed after his statement, quirking both of his brows.  She suddenly rushed the question of him taking her home, and a bit of suspicion rose within him.  Well, that was quite...Random.

"Uh sure, I can take you home. That is, if you really need an escort."  Something in his gut started to send him a few warnings.  Something didn't seem right.  But for now, he'd cast it aside.  The haziness within his mind was starting to dissipate, and his emerald eyes became much more clear.  They almost resembled the real gemstone, shining with a sort of...Warmth.  He didn't easily trust others, especially someone he randomly met on the street, but he'd show kindness.  All part of putting up the facade of being a good member of society, right?

He held out his arm, offering it for her own arm to be linked with his.  She didn't have to take it, but offering the gesture was proper.  "M'lady." He'd say, a bit of an Irish accent quirking within his tongue.  Ah, the first human language he ever tasted.  Call it a bad habit for the Gaelic tongue to grace his lips every once in a while.  It sounded pleasant to the ear.

A Little Blood Between Friends || Ciara & Koudo

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raise your hand if you're tired of smut shaming

There’s nothing wrong with wanting smut.

There’s nothing wrong with not wanting smut.

There’s something wrong when you try to make someone feel bad for wanting to write smut.

At the same time, you should not pester your fellow roleplayers into writing it with you. No means no.

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Just a little note

Koudo takes a variety of drugs to keep his other "personalities" at-bay.  Each one has a different drug that silences them. So if he wants to silence them all, he has to intake six different kinds of drugs and nearly kill himself with a high. Alcohol will sometimes suffice, but not always.

Alexander: Heroin Lucas: Percocet/Vikadin/Other pain killers Riku: Acid/LSD Nicholas: Ecstasy Roy: Morphine Michaelangelo: Marijuana

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One would assume that this guy was a junkie, but he was far from it.  Being accustomed to his needed doses, his mind was far more clear than how it used to be.  He rolled his shoulders back as she reached for his arm, the joints popping and cracking rather loudly.  Damn, what the hell did Lucas do now? There was no way he was this stiff before his mind went under. A calm smirk played upon his lips as he lightly chuckled at her words.  "Heh, maybe."

He observed her face a bit closer now that she had stepped toward him. She had a pretty face; entrancing eyes, too. A soft inhale from his nose gave an indication that she may not be human.  She smelled like a body of water...Like a river.  Humans don't smell like rivers.

"And what about you? A lady shouldn't roam the streets at night...Like you said, it's dangerous."  He could be a gentleman. When he wasn't trying to woo the other party.  He put away his flirtatious habits for now, being a little too hazed to pull off such social quirks properly.  Another inhale, and he could suddenly smell it.  The blood.  It wasn't on her, though. It came from the alley just ahead of him.  His brows furrowed together for a moment as the scent stirred a few voices in his mind.  No, bad voices. Bad. Be quiet. 

A Little Blood Between Friends || Ciara & Koudo

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A deep shudder crept from the tail of his spine, to the back of his skull.  The needle within his forearm hung rather loosely until he himself removed it.  Applying pressure to cease any blood flow, Koudo could feel the hallucinogenic drug course through his body like a wildfire.  He had to keep them all in check; the little men within his head that threatened to control his body, his life.  

Walking along slowly upon a street he didn't know of, he spotted something within his peripheral vision.  A girl, or what looked like one, had just made herself present upon the same street he struggled to stay conscious on.  The drug was working; he could hear the other six voices silencing themselves, being blocked away.  He ran a hand through his ebony and forest green locks.  "Evening, miss." He'd mutter, vocals being a pleasant tenor range and tone mixing with mischief and polite pleasantries.  Emerald orbs flicked upon her figure for a mere moment, before focusing upon her face.  He ceased his stride, deciding that staying still might quell the nausea that suddenly erupted within his stomach. Damn, did he love and hate the drugs.

A Little Blood Between Friends || Ciara & Koudo

With a twitch of her lips she had his attention. A crook of her fingers and she had his time. A few whispered suggestions gave her more than he realized. Her steps out the door gave her everything else. With a stumble the man followed her out of the bar and into the alleyway, murmured promises still ringing in his ears. It was late enough at night that the nightlife was indoors, but not so late that they would be on their way home. She had been watching him for a while, and he would be perfect.

Ciara smiled, beckoning him closer. He never felt the snap of his neck. 

It didn’t take long for her to eat her fill. There was a quiet squishing noise as she dropped the leftovers onto the pavement of the alley. The stray dogs and alley cats would take care of those. Ciara nudged the corpse with her boot, making sure that it had finished oozing. She carelessly deposited it in the dumpster along with her coat. Too much blood and marrow to wash out properly, but she would likely be connected with this missing person.

With his skull (and consequently face and teeth) pulverized and most of his flesh torn off, it would take a long time for them to identify the body- if they ever did. Ciara frowned at the blood on her hands. It looked like she would be sacrificing her scarf as well. Once the cloth was in the dumpster she gave herself a quick check. Nothing on her face, arms, or clothes. No incriminating blood on her boots. With a smile she went to step out of the alleyway and into the night air of the city.

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