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( sociopxthiq. )

Hayley is often left with too many thoughts running through her head at one time. They all crash together like cars full of people a little too eager to get home at the end of a busy day. Thoughts need somewhere to go, yes? Sometimes her thoughts find an escape route, where they slip past her lips and into the open air for any unsuspecting ears. Hayley nearly jumps out of her skin as she’s met with another voice, one that isn’t her own. Her throat clears, and she stiffens up. ❝No, I wasn’t talking to you. You just happened to hear me..thinking out loud.❞

There was snippets of their thoughts that were heard but nothing she could absolutely piece together and make sense of. Because of that alone Eri was left with nothing but curiosity that had trumped all other emotions, denouncing them as unneeded. With this single feeling she neared the other, unmindful as ever about personal space. "...Is that so? Care to share, i'm rather..intrigued by what you were thinking." Plus she had time to kill, time to waste since the bar she was going to visit didn't close till way late. This woman would serve as some sort of activity to keep her mind off what could be happening.

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( target. )

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         Onna stood motionless at the entrance of the bar, patience was something she had gained whiled in Quindecim, waiting for whatever the day may bring. At the moment, it seemed like everything had come to a halt, with very little for her to do as of late. Her mind continued to retrace back to the dream, the same dream of Chavvot. Sighing, the ravenette shifted her weight. Maybe something different would happen today. 

From the shadows she hid, features barely visible as they morphed into one that was pleasing to the eyes. Rarely ever did she go walk out in the real world with a face that was truly hers. With everything in place she prowled in the streets, heels hitting against the cement with a purpose. There was a destination in mind, a local 'watering hole' in which those who had a youthful life force in them crowded around. A bar that reeked of beer and piss but throbbed with energy. As she neared there came an instantaneous halt, there was a beauty. Which only caused painted lips to curl into a conniving grin, how tasty.  "Are you going in?" Without wasting a second her expression shifted, softness rounder her out and only 'innocence' was to be perceived. for now. 

Welcome From The Dead

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( classmate. )

It’s cold. Oh god, it’s so so soo cold, but here he is playing the game of White Knight as he stands with his arms crossed over hischest staring at the stubborn female. This hadn’t been his plans for the night,but he couldn’t just walk away when he saw her standing outside a rundown bar,street lights practically flickering – or maybe that’s his imaginationgetting the best of him. Whatever the case may be, this was just the type of scenario where the girl gets kidnapped or worse. This would be the climax of the movie where the hero ( read: Jinyoung ) sweeps in to save her. ( Clearly, he’s been watching too many films with Jackson. )

“You make it sound like I ever go to class.” The words leave his lips with a smug sneer, because when does he ever? He should be doing his homework right now. But instead, he’s standing there with a plastic bag in his grasp, heavy with the weight of ramen stacked up in it. He was fully prepared to face another all-nighter, but he’d been distracted by her and quite gladly. He’d take anything to keep himself from drowning in textbooks. 

“Better yet, don’t you have class tomorrow? I didn’t take you as the type to loiter around bars at night. I won’t judge, but you really shouldn’t be here at this time.” He shuffles closer to her, ducking his head a bit to jerk his chin towards a stumbling man across the road. “See that man. If I wasn’t here, he’d probably come up to you with his yellowing teeth and gross alcohol breath, trying to take you home or something.” For once his voice holds a tone of seriousness as he looks back at her, the humour lost in his words. “Seriously, go home.”

Anger pricked beneath her skin all because of his choice of words but thankfully her sweet disposition would be her life preserver. A prevention of the fury that was sure to drown her if she let it. 'The type to loiter around bars', if she could retort that it was because she was told to stay outside due to 'disruptions inside the bar and attacking of the guests that talk to a bartender' then she would have. Yet she did not, she would not say that for it was far too complicated then those meager words. 

"Like you know who I am or what I do, Jinyoung." It's a retort that only holds an ounce of venom when his name was said but she made sure not to overflow with her growing hate. A rose should never show it's thorns or else blood will run. But what he says is true, she does have class ( which she attends religiously ) and there is a man. Her skin crawls with disgust, she could almost imagine the stench of urine laced with sweat. Men are disgusting, disgusting. "Do you think I'd go willingly with someone like that?" She wasn't offended but curious, for either it was that or he thought she lacked strength. 

"I'll only ever go home if it's with a man who has clean hands, a sheep like outlook in life and smells like books." Which meant never, she was never going home. Because Han wasn't coming out or he left by the back door ( again ). A crafty man, she hates crafty men. Which only gave her a surge of anger, splotches of red finally appearing on her face. "If I don't will you force me like that man would have?" It's an attack, a form of release for her. Forget appearances, she was pissed and the night's darkness would mask her horrendous expression. 

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( morsel. )

A rumor had been going around about dreams, nightmares seemingly bringing death to those who slipped, stumbled, and panicked. Not much information was given to the young lady about the realm that she’d given a pass to venture into, not a clue to the identity behind the incubus that went by the name Negral who she made a deal with, and not even an idea of what she was supposed to be looking for or how to stop the many tragic ends sent to whom she assumed innocent of accusations charged. But a deal was a deal and her sole reason was her duty as a keeper of balance. Another of the rash decisions she admitted to, but it was no excuse to back out of the challenge that would result to saving the lives of those in the city bestowed upon her care, and shielding danger from those who she held dear.

Flocks of sheep walked forth stairs and doors that seemed to lead to stages eventually reaching to the evil behind such deeds, hiding from the naked eye, and only communicating in echoes bouncing off invisible walls surrounding the perceptible landmass that stretched vastly; its limits unknown to each who didn’t belong in the territory. None of them paid notice to Jennie. They all appeared to be occupied with thoughts, obstructing their sanity as made evident by actions perceiving disorient.

Call it cheating but platforms and blocks were all to step on as she leaped up and glided through, destroying barriers magically constructed wherever she made way to climb further, perishing the brute forces that threatened her progress. This was not difficult at all. She was fast, she had the skills, she was fearless, powerful, and as she wasn’t a chosen victim, none of her prowess were nullified. But this was only the beginning. This was merely a layer of how these dreams were ‘staged’. Underneath was something physical strength had little to no advantage.

What an extremely attractive woman.

Fair cherry lips, doe eyes lined by perfectly curved eyebrows tracing her moderately sharp nose, dark brown hair that flowed down shapely bosoms and willowy hips, highlighting her ample figure — graceful and sinuous in every movement adorning her being. She bore an allure that goes beyond mere sexuality. She exudes a subtle exoticism and quirky mystery. She stood out, instantly having the younger’s jaw drop quite literally at the sight of her, amidst peculiar creatures in the form of moving bisque porcelain dolls, bengal tigers linked to metal balls and chains, werewolves covered in cobalt fur, among many others lurking about the darkness consuming every corner of the indeterminate world.

"Are you from here?" She spoke softly and curiously, still keeping a distance from the unknown entity. Her apparent beauty only made her all the more suspicious for the huntress. At this point in her journey, trusting was the last option for means of social encounters, but even with this mind, she was oddly drawn to the female; the creative powers of the subconscious playing tricks with her naturally cogent thinking. "What are you doing in a place like this? Did they curse you, too?”

Colour her surprised, the image of such a sweet girl was the last thing to be expected. In anyone's awaken state they would be a sheep, for all were sheep in this realm sans those who cast judgment. Which only perplexed the succubus, what did that mean? Was she a person to cast judgment too---- a new beast within this realm? Such questions were put on hold as her body gradually changing into an image the girl had preferred, where she was voluptuous but not tremendously so. Pleased with the figure that was given to her that she almost missed the question. 

Almost. 

What came next was a child-like giggle that did not befit her, a giggle that was anything but pure. "Curse me? Me?" A lithe digit pointed directly to her painted lips, walking ( actually sashaying ) over to her like a lion does when circling it's prey. It was almost hilarious the way the younger thought but she'd play along, after all they looked like the perfect bite. Finger food, a small snack. Whichever one would call it but for now she'd keep away from tasting her, there was still that ominous atmosphere that was weighed heavy with power.  

"How is this a curse? Maybe it's a blessing to be cursed since I'm with you." It's a slick response that was soaked in charm that tiptoed around the answer that was wanted. Though it was a blessing the girl was indeed her type, thin but beautiful in an almost traditional sense. The type of beauty that was the complete opposite of her own. 

As she circled the girl slowly, she made sure not to get too close. For that would startle her and break the spell, still a novice in the art of seduction. Using her lush curves and glamour alone to cover those predatory eyes that flickered back and forth in colour. From brown to red and back again. A trick, an illusion. The bare essentials of a succubus. 

"Or maybe we're in heaven?" She asked with sheer glee, arms extended outwards as they were surrounded by nothing but darkness and doors. That is until the realm began to shift, manipulated to her thinking the darkness seeping back into her to show splashes of white and gold. Flowers sprung up from the floor and false clouds appeared above them. This realm was flexible in terms of link, a realm given to her by her father for the time being. But it wasn't only hers to change, for whoever was in it could just as easily change it. 

            "Tell me child, who are you? Are you my saviour from this place?"                                      As if Cat needed any saving. 

( dreamgirl. )

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FACE CHANGE: yura ( girl's day ) to erika sawajiri

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( prey. )

His eyes never left that door with the way it shook (just waiting to break open) and the way it sounded with every stab into it thinning the wood out. His chest ran rampant, almost bursting at the seams of what his bones tried so hard to hold down. It wasn’t until she was gone (or at least out of sight) for everything that had just happened to finally sink in. He was absolutely terrified, body convulsing into normalcy that he didn’t catch it until a hand scaled up to run fingertips against swollen flesh. Deep breaths were merely a placebo running on empty as each inhale, every exhale felt like his last. Whatever broke her into revealing her true identity resulted in him following suit. His mask had broken, shattered into fragments that scattered all across the floor that mixed in his blood, his sweat, and his tears. For what held him together, to keep a strong outer approach; a wolf in sheep’s clothing like appearance, no longer existed from that point on.

He was a cornered sheep at the face of death (in front of the door), crying for its life (sitting on wooden flooring). He shielded his face, finding temporary shelter behind dirty kneecaps as his back pushed back against the wall. “Stop, stop, stop, stop, STOP.” A repeat of a single word as if it could perform with great success. A repeat of almost silent mutterings that he was too afraid to say, much less shout. He attempted to silence her screams from behind such a thin door, he attempted to null out that dreadful noise of a knife stabbing at wood over and over again with his hands pushed up against his ears. He pressed so hard it hurt, all of which to no avail. He could still hear her, he could still hear it. And that was most likely going to haunt him for the rest of his life.

                                                              “Someone, anyone, save me.” 

Save him. Save him, Mary. Your precious little lamb found itself at the slaughterhouse.

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( dinner. )

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( dreamer. )

A profession of the human subconscious, Brooks could say he has experienced everything. He’s seen enough, he’s probably seen it all. And the only way to organize such a complicated job (file every experience, write down logs, add into account of which human he has met) would be to dream up his own—a world where he plays the role of God. In his own head, his world is simple. Nothing too extravagant that’s hard on the eyes but nothing too bland that can drive anyone into insanity. He’s seated at a desk, center positioned in the eye of the world, filing work and listening to some jazz that’s low enough to murmur against the walls and into the corridors. It’s calming and he’s at peace. At least he was.

Another life force was quickly sensed. Someone or something had invaded his dream but he gave no heed to it. For dreams were his expertise and they were treading into his domain, his world. Someone was brave enough to mock Death in the face. Fingers idly sifted through papers as an unfamiliar voice uttered a rather redundant question. ”It is best you leave now.” He ceded in a casual tone, never once looking away from his desk. 

                                         ”You’re treading in dangerous waters.” 

                                                      You’re in a god’s home.

Oh, you're no fun. In retrospect she should have realized that he was far too different but she had never met someone with such potential. At least he presented himself as 'hard to get', his words alone were taken as consent to continue her intrusion. The closer she made her way to him the more darkness sprung from her feet like flowers, she was dirtying his organized dream. Good on her part, bad on his. Excitement was etched onto her face the way pink dusted her cheeks, the way he was able to carve out a smirk onto her lips. Surrendering herself to nothing more saccharine small talk, her nature was to manipulate after all. 

       " Will I receive punishment? "                                                  Punish me, please. 

It's a foolish thought but she had always been a foolish girl. For now the goal was to find a way to bring his gaze to her, then her appearance would shift to his ideal and she would able to induce some control over him. There was a conflict in her to either seduce or to inspect but for now they played hand in hand as she delved deeper into his dream. She had been a good distance away with filing cabinets between them but now she had a palm pressed on his papers, nails pressed into his papers which were useless to her. What she wanted was him to break away from this rigorous routine, she'd offer him a change of pace. She'd offer him  c h a o s, a pleasure that escapes the confines made by the world outside his mind. Pleasure only ever received if given by her kind.

" Hey! Isn't this tiring? "

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( yami. )

[ ᴛᴇxᴛ ; eerie ] making your kokoro go doki doki has always been a priority. ♥

          [ ᴛᴇxᴛ ; eerie ] i couldn’t agree more! we can paint the town red; are you fond of fire? let’s burn it all to the ground with love and hear them sing about us. make them remember.

[ ᴛᴇxᴛ ; eerie ] yes, the one with the skull mask and together, we dance the dance of death.

          [ ᴛᴇxᴛ ; eerie ] where should i pick you up? ^-^

[ sms: yoyo ♡ ] this is why you're my best friend. (*´∀｀*人*´∀｀*) [ sms: yoyo ♡ ] i _love_ fire, it's fitting. it fits our passion, our desire. but if they sing about us will they be able to highlight our objective? to find eternal beauty soaked in the blood of these ugly beings?  [ sms: yoyo ♡ ] the only dance i know. btw pick me up at the bar right across from my place. i'm wearing a white dress ♥  

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( reader. )

[sms: tornlimbs] ㅋㅋㅋㅋ I’m just a walking trouble. There are lots of people who are better than me, when it comes to personality, I believe. My friends said there are advantages and disadvantages befriending a person like me ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ I don’t know if that’s a compliment or not, since it was my friend who spoke like that ㅋㅋㅋ Um…I’m not sure. Maybe there’s one thing that I should contemplate as well ㅋㅋ

[sms:tornlimbs] Really, author-nim? ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ so you’re the misbehaving type? Did you cause lots of trouble to people around you?

[sms:tornlimbs] I’m sorry, it sounds like I’m asking a personal question. You don’t have to answer that;;;

[sms:tornlimbs] Anyway I’m on your book two now!

[ sms: svnburst ] is that so? i would say words of advice but aigoo.. i only know what you've presented me. well perhaps it's neither compliment or insult, an observation? makes me almost want to meet you. ♡ friends.. those are tricky type of people. be careful of them, from personal experience what they say might not always be what they mean. 

[ sms: svnburst ] ..it's not too personal. though i don't know if i could offer you much to that. from what i see i just like.. to not trouble people. or myself for that matter.though my efforts might be useless. 

[ sms: svnburst ] eep, what do you think..?

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( prey. )

In an instant, there’s a sick feeling in his stomach like a parasite had just hatched and it was feeding off the tendrils of all the mixed emotions pitting against one another inside of him. Anxiety, lividity, regret. He was a flurry of things at that moment, unsure of how to categorize it all. His body responded in one motion through all that adrenaline, it convulsed in small bursts of tremors. “Look at me? You’re fucking kidding me right? YOU came into my house uninvited.” Blood had ceased from spilling once more and all rushed to his face, he was furious. Nothing caused a storm inside of him like someone pointing their fingers without making sure they were clean. For a sheep boy, he may not have claws or fangs but horns made up for that and he was ready to charge. Two steps backwards to the door, back pressed and hand at the knob—he knew. “How the fuck do you want me to act?” Chest puffed, nostrils flared, eyes dilated. ”You fucking psycho bitch.” 

'No one can.' An immediate call to danger hadn’t left unnoticed, he knew. He fucking knew. The minute she charged at him, knife in hand, he acted on his feet as quick as he could. Dodging the assault, he managed to open the door wide open, circle around to her back, and knock her straight out into the open with his busted shoulder (full force, pain-induced, and all). Everything was a blur at that point. It had all happened so fast and the next thing he knew, he had locked her outside and backed away from the front door.

There was a throb of where his shoulder connected as she sat on the floor outside, everything else had drowned out except for what she saw in front of her. Nothing more than a mahogany door, the only physical separation between her and her one true love. Her face was now streaks of tears and smudged make up, what had once been the mask of pure perfection had crumbled to show who she was unknowingly. A wreck, a disaster. Without him she could not return to who she had taken years to become, without him she was nothing more than a monster. Which is probably why her desperation shot up tenfold, with a single hand she sought to open the door. To no avail regardless of her attempts it was locked, it was LOCKED. He had shut her out for the final time, he had left her. He was just like  H I M.

Thoughts on overdrive, fear had seized her while they filled up her lungs. She remained on her knees, the knob of the door was the only thing that kept her from collapsing entirely. But she would not give up, no. This was a test, a test of her love if it was true. With the knife still in hand she began to stab at the door, flecks of wood carved out as she did not cease. " HAN ͞BR͟ǪOK͢S,͜ B͟A͏B̛Y̢,͝ ́SW͠EET̸HEA͠RT͜. ̴I W̕O̸N'͏T̷ ̷E̴V̡ER̶ F̕U̴CK̛IN҉G ͏LE͘A͢VE. ͞WE̢'́RE ̛TIE̴D̴ ͜T̵O͏GE̕THE͝R͟. " The screams were distorted and cracked, pieces of hatred and little parts of obsession were heard in the gaps. Love? That had long gone but she did not know that. As she repeated the phrase over and over ( now her mantra ) she had begun to carve on the door, stabbed at the wood till it delivered the message she wanted to send. Words that would keep away all that dared to enter. 

                                H̡AN ̧IS ͝M͞INE͜. ͘YOŲ ̧A̴ŔE MINE. ̶TO̵GET́H̵E͞Ŕ ̀WE̷                                 B́ELO̸N͜G͏ ̀TO ̷O͘NE̡ ͞AN̷O̴T͡H͜E͢R, F̷OR̨EV͏ER̨M͡O̧RE͢. 

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( witness. )

There was blood all over the place and she was scared, to say the least. To think that someone who looked like that could have thoughts like this, to think that someone who looked as if they wouldn’t hurt a fly, could rip off limbs and cut out someone’s guts without a second thought. Was it her that provoked the other, causing her to enter a blind rage, eyes spitting fire? Perhaps she said not the right words, only the words that made her tick. The girl was shorter than her, younger, too, she guessed. Eunran never meant for this to happen. All she knew was that she was in danger, most likely, the knife in the shorter girl’s hand was a big red light. The room and her arm, both covered in crimson red, a color she wouldn’t have thought of as scary until that night. The red substance that wouldn’t stop dripping down her arm made her feel nauseous. Why was she even standing still? Was she waiting for her to make another move? Curiosity killed the cat, but would it be enough to kill her?

When she heard noises earlier, she expected it to be a bunch of dogs fighting, maybe a rat that scared a girl, causing her to scream. What she didn’t expect, however, was a short girl, knife in hand ( one that was stained red already, the fresh blood an odd contrast against the darker, dried blood ) and a person now unable to be identified from just looking at them. She couldn’t even see if it was a boy or a girl, man or woman. The whole place smelled so, so extremely bad and she would have thrown up, if it wasn’t for the new gash in her arm. Was she that fast?

She need to get out of here. But she was so curious. Hesitation and doubt were written on her face, holding up her hands as she tried to speak, choosing to flee. “L-Listen here, I didn’t do anything, I’m sorry if I did do something.. Can I just- Please, just let me leave, I didn’t see anything!”

If one had to describe the scene it was a massacre, splashed with both a dark crimson and pungent fear. All the tight control she had been acclaimed for had gone down the drain, emotions took the reigns and commanded her to act. That is what she had thought before her memory had automatically altered itself, snipped out all the bad parts and instead stitched in more lovely pieces. The original being that it was out of jealous, Ericka had always been one to become undone when any person spoke to the one she loved (although entirely one sided) in a flirtatious manner. It was only natural for her to follow in pursuit and remind them of their place. This was out of self defense, yes. For this woman who needed her help. Even if it wasn't the truth it was a lie that would become too good to be false. 

The blade was still tight in her grip but her free hand was outstretched towards the stranger, the only witness to her crime. Fingers dipped in red demanded to grab or to hold, to seek comfort in such dire circumstances. It was time to begin, tears welled and her voice cracked with precision. "Don't leave me, you can't leave me." 

A hiccup was added, a few steps taken to close the distance but slowly. "This was all for you, it was done for you." A part of her screamed to keep this woman by her side, if she left...if this woman left her than her world would fall apart and her game would end. "I'm sorry." She sobbed loudly, grossly as the moon was their only witness. The darkness cloaked them in an act of comfort but a cat knows better than to leave too many observers. Inside she smiled, killing was fun but forcing people into acting with her till they broke was better. Hopefully this woman would play along if not...then tonight would be two bodies not one.

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[ ᴛᴇxᴛ ; eerie ] whisk them away into the blackest depths and let horror grip them all.          [ ᴛᴇxᴛ ; eerie ] i want to see disorder, distortion. you’ve always loved the pure fright in their moonlit eyes, don’t you? [ ᴛᴇxᴛ ; eerie ] i’ll be the one to dance you through the panic. xo

[ sms: yoyo ♡ ] oh my, you're making my kokoro go doki doki. fufufufu. [ sms: yoyo ♡ ] mhm. I want to see it but I also want to hear the music of their voices. The chorus of anguish melding together in the night air. it makes my heart race with excitement.  [ sms: yoyo ♡ ] my dancing partner in the ball of endless catastrophes? 

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( dreamgirl. )

There is a realm between dreams and reality, a plane of existence that held numerous doors that would either lead to one’s mind or exit out. An awakening that allowed a person back to their present world. However some do not make it back out, be it from too deep in their dreams to return or an untimely death received by those of a sinister nature—— specifically a novice succubus. A woman yet a girl, who had no true concept of why life mattered only that the strongest survive. 

Many of her kin had called her problematic, unskilled and the ultimate reason why their kind would be extinct if she continued this path. But she did not see it that way, reasoning that she had helped out the human race. Those of a weak nature needed to be weeded out for this was a world were only the fit survived. This was why she spent another night dreamwalking, hovering in the realm of in-between to find a perfect dream. It would have been any normal night spent alone with only darkness as her companion, that is what was routine until her sense alerted her the arrival of someone. 

She would have dismissed it as her family keeping an eye on her except the smell was not…a succubus, oh no. It was a smell unrecognizable but tinged with power and had grown stronger by the second, goosebumps appeared on her skin as excitement pumped in her blood stream. A challenge for her appeared, for this was no dreamer. No, she just knew they were awake. 

A bright albeit false smile appear, features warped into that of a sweet ‘human’ as her fangs retracted and wings tucked themselves away. Nose twitched as the scent grew stronger, the power crackled in the air, oh how the realm was sensitive to raw power. Crimson eyes dilated, the only hint of her true nature that could not be hidden when her lust was on overdrive. 

                Power, power, power. I want it all !                           Closer, closer. I want to drown in it. 

                                                  ” little walker, where are you? “ 

In the darkness she crooned, saliva pooled in her mouth but with a single gulp she was able to swallow it down. Now was not the time to be overwhelmed, now was the time to truly test her control. Now was to gain what she had always wanted. 

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LAMB & THE SLAUGHTERHOUSE (an attempted grasp on the atmosphere between ericka and brooks) // run boy run and don’t look back; she’ll catch you, she’ll catch you [ listen ]

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( his friend. ) 

( — !! the night is still young and his senses are growing strong, the keen sense of responsibility throughout the course of the night. it had been a vice for him to hide beneath the shadows of alleys to different streets, observing, noting facts from whispers and scenes he hasn’t seen before; leo was keen on doing it alone, and he would never guess that  a company could ruin something as tranquil as that— solemnity is one of the things that he liked, silence as he reads, the pitter patter of the rain in a cold, story night, the sullen breeze of the wind by day, and the cluttering of people by night. simple things that defines his life. the woman looked familiar, he might have seen her before—but where? leo takes a step forward, he sees the woman being trapped by a man and the bricked wall she was leaning on; his lips pursing together, forming a thin line as he tries to decipher what to say next; ah, of course. she’s brooks’ friend. but he forgot her name. by the looks of it, the man trapping her was none other than one of those rouge vampires that he was hunting; he will hit two birds in one stone. ‘get the hell away from me' he hears her speak, and right there and then, he knew that he has to do something before it’s too late. )

❝Somebody’s lost.❞ ( — he steps out from his confinement, his arms slithered by his sides as he keeps his eyes along the vampire’s face—disgusting, he things, and all he wanted to do was to turn him into dust, like what he does most. ) ❝If you still want to see twilight tomorrow, I suggest you better go.❞

( ` with her back to the wall and still trapped between the man made cage she doubted that freedom would be granted to her anytime soon. even with the arrival of an all too familiar man, his friend. pressing herself further against the wall as she held her breathe as the stranger breathed against her. the moist air fanned against her cheek and the column of her neck, filthy---- he was too dirty. there was a shift in the air, a tense atmosphere that began to coil around them all. despite this she savored it, it allowed a rush of adrenaline to course through her veins as she thought of what the best course of action would be to solve this small predicament of hers. ) 

" listen to him, you idiot---- ah. " 

( ` silence was the chosen route as the stranger let out a noise that was all but normal. a mixture of a growl and a grunt, a composition of a beast who was now cornered. with this her own eyes widened as a hint of a smile fought to appear from the outline of her mouth. but she controlled it, instead her hands inconspicuously  moved to the front of her skirt. her heart had stilled to a steady beat, if his friend would be able to distract this beast for a little longer than maybe she could reach the blade that was sheathed in her garter. gaze shifting quickly to the man behind the stranger, urgency reflected from her bright eyes. just a little longer. ) 

[nceur-blog]

( miss. )

She turns around almost instantly as she got approached; mouth opening to return the hello, yet no tone leaving from the petite female after hearing the others next words. Her mouth is closing again, brows knitting slightly. Sojin starts chewing on the inside of her cheek before her expression changes and her lips curl up into a slight smile.                       ❝ Hello to you too, despite it not being for me━!                        That is quite alright.. happens. ❞

Manufactured relief was now set perfectly on her expression, hands knowingly clasp one other as she exhaled a sigh. Every movement she did was all thought out to her advantage. She knew how to react, how to delve out what she thought would receive the best reaction from others. Her gaze calculatedly drops to the ground for a few seconds, giving herself the image of meek & abashed.

                                   "Ah, now I'm a bit embarrassed. How about this..                                     we trade names & then that hello would be for you ?  "