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r e i Satan macrombie nymphadora. revalia myfanwy @ambie younghaunting

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Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. The constant annoyance from the clock simmered down into a mellow beat, following every single thought. Tick. Its almost time... Tock...Almost here. Alex tapped his fingers against the smooth surface of the coffee table, cigarette in the other. His head was hunched over and he gave sly grin, nodding his head like he'd gone mad. Which probably was true at this point...

"Knock knock. Time to get up off your fat ass." The man motioned his head to the side, signaling everything was ready and pack up to go. He lifted up his head to the remark, not even bothering to straighten out his posture, and smirked grimly. "Surprised to see you still give a shit up to this day, Romero" Romero snorted, walking over to a small bar table in the room, lifting up a bottle of whiskey. Not giving a damn, he tilted the bottle and drank straight from it. "Oh come on, don't be a little bitch about it. I guarantee that this batch could be the one.." Now it was Alex's turn to snort at that blasphemy. He took another puff of his cig, before it putting out and clasping his hands together. This is the absolute first time he'll be join them to see the newcomers, not even realizing how dangerous that is for him alone.

But then again...How bad could it be? For the last time, Romero took a swig of the whiskey, then following towards the door. He tapped the door frame, his nail clacking against it like the ticks of the clock. Tick. Tock. He said himself, and he won't say it again. Alex huffed as he got up, grabbing his gear and walked up to the warehouse. There were four jeeps which should be good enough, and if anything, he wouldn't mind of the girl to sit on his lap. He hopped into a separate car however, along with Romero and fiddled with the signature thing in his hand. The mask was soon strapped on him, looking over Romero for the same and the they were off.

"Let's show em what Heathens really is..."

r e i Satan macrombie nymphadora. revalia myfanwy @ambie younghaunting Twin Fantasy

 

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The Bribing Prankster

Mood: Ecstatic | Scenario: Up, up and away!
Location: On some random street, ask my brother?
Outfit: ✾
With; Damon ( r e i )​

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It has been one of hell of a sleepless night with this one. Then again, every night was almost a sleepless night with this little white blonde. Then again, she never quite knew a peaceful and restful sleep due to her insomniac tendencies. Her and her brother both to begin with. The female rarely had them due to the constant fear of what will happen if she closes her eyes for just a simple second. What will happen when she sleeps, the nightmares that haunt her. However, that was not the reason for such a sleepless night. The excitement that was bubbling inside of her. Finally being free. Her and Damon being free. It's all she longed for. The only reason she stuck with that kind of bullshit was cause of her brother. She would never turn her back on him, let alone leave him be, there, all alone.

The horizon of sunrise was rushing by as the breeze ran it's way between her strands of thin straight white blonde hair. "How does it feel like, Dum?" she muttered loud enough for him to hear. Her eyes never peeled away from the outside. One leg was on the seat as she hugged her knee to her and the other properly set down. One arm resting on the window as her chin rested on that palm and the other fidgeting with the edge of her camel colored cardigan. "How does it feel to finally be free? Together?" she repeated before drifting her gaze to the driving male.

Ever since they came out of their unknown mother's womb, the pair were inseparable. The laughter, The sorrow, The love, The hate, The easy and The difficult. They experienced together. That was not going to simply end now, just like that. They were the Tweedles after all. There was no Dee without Dum and there was no Dum without Dee.

At least who nursed them for the majority of their lives did one thing right, providing them a sweet mobile to transport themselves to the said warehouse. Even if he did not know they borrowed it.

As they were motioning she noticed a certain female figure at the side of the road and caught Damon's attention, "Yo pull over! There is someone wanting to hitch-hike I am guessing," she grinned. "Let's see what this beautiful masterpiece wants." she said pointing at her.

Coded by stellar.nova | Modified by revalia | Hidden Scrolls

 

[nymphadora.]

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mood: nervous




mentions: damon




tags: r e i

Barbie

Sinclair

you're looking for . . .

Barbie sat on the edge of her hotel bed, her damp brown locks cascading down to her elbow as her dark brown eyes stared aimlessly at the white wall in front of her. The young female could hardly sleep a wink that night, tossing and turning underneath the white sheets that covered her bed, trying to earn a few hours of sleep before leaving her hotel room. by the time she had to get up, barbie was already dressed and her bag was packed by the front door.

For the first time since the divorce, Barbie felt nervous. her gaze flickered away from the wall and headed straight to the watch she had on her wrist, noticing that she still had time to calm her nerves before heading off. She leapt off the bed, almost too quickly, and headed straight to the kitchen. Her shoulders were tense as her hands reached for the bottle of Jack Daniels that hid on the highest shelf, slamming the bottle onto the marble counter before swiftly turning on her heels and grabbing herself a clean shot glass.

Barbie's hands fumbled as she cursed under her breath, her movements were shaky with nervousness as Barbie poured the alcohol into the shot glass and quickly downing it, enjoying the slight burning sensation as the liquid slid down her throat. A sigh escaped her lips before quickly placing the bottle back in it's hiding spot and the glass in the dishwasher. Barbie glanced back down at her watch and a soft smile toyed at her lips, it was finally time.

Without hesitation, Barbie made her way out of the front door, grabbing her bag along the way and headed down to the lobby. Her head stayed low as she tried her best to stay calm, it was unusual to see her leave at such a late hour and the fact she looked like a stylish thief didn't help. Her heart seemed to stop when barbie heard her name being called out.

"Ms Sinclair? Heading off are we, would you like me to call a taxi?"

Barbie spun around and plastered a fake smile, her heart's rapid heartbeat echoing in her ears, "No need Charlie, I need the exercise." Her smile grew as the staff worker nodded awkwardly before rushing off. She chewed her lip before rushing the way out the door, keeping her right hand covering one side of her face as she disappeared into the night.

After walking for what seemed like forever, the glow from her phone illuminating her way, Barbie stopped in her tracks with a confused look etched upon her face. I swear I went past that bush. . .
Cars whooshed past Barbie every few moments as the young female stood awkwardly on the side of the road with her bag in one hand and her phone in the other. "I could catch a ride," She murmured to herself, "it could be risky." Her voice trailed off. Barbie decided to hike, it was likely she wouldn't even arrive if she kept walking.

Barbie rose her left hand a made a thumbs up gesture while cars continued to rush past her. She couldn't help but swear as each car passed, making her lose hope as they disappeared into the night. The female rose her hand once more and a bubble of excitement formed in her stomach as she watched the car pull to the side of the road. Barbie picked up her bag from the concrete and rushed over to the driver's side of the car, forming an innocent smile on her lips.

"Hiya," Barbie spoke, her voice sounded more sickly sweet than usual, "I was wondering if you guys can give me a lift?" She batted her long eyelashes while showing the driver, who appeared about the same age as her (which was surprising to her), "I promise I won't be a bother." She added quickly, her arms leaning against the edge of the window awaiting the driver's reply while keeping her smile on her lips

. . . the golden lie

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The Fighting Prankster

Mood: Calm but happy | Scenario: Finally Free
Location: Somewhere on a dark street, I don't know. Why ask me?
Outfit: ✡
With: - Delia - revalia - Barbie - nymphadora. ​

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It's been a long night driving. Sleep didn't come to him or her sister easily more like never. Damon was driving down a long road going towards what could be a chance to do something that means or can change this stupid place they call home. He looks at his sister who was in the passenger seat looking at the window. It's been a long life for both of them. Since they were born, it's always only been them against the world. Most nights they didn't sleep for they were scared of what the night would bring. He guesses that what made them insomniacs in the first place or was it the fear of being taken. It could also be the nightmares that plague them both. For their sleepless nights, there can be many reasons. None good but for this sleepless night. They finally free from the people who used them for their own benefit instead of their own.

Damon could have of course left much earlier, the skills he has homed with their benefactor were useful, but that would mean leaving his sister which is something he would never do. Why would he leave his light in this darkness of a life?

The sun was rising, and the wind was blowing over his sister's face, making her hair which was like his but longer fly. Delia spoke to him, almost so quietly like she was afraid that any louder that it would break the spell they were in. He smiled softly at her before returning his glaze to the road. She spoke again, turning her head to him. The answer to her question was a simple one but one that needed to be said. He looked at her once again and said with the same warmth that he had always spoken with her with. "Truly amazing Dee. But more amazing with you here with me"

He then thought of their past. Damon and Delia were orphans since the start of their life. Their parents are unknown to them and they again didn't really care about them. They left them that best gift that they could have given them. Each other. It's been them against the world since the start. Even when their benefactor around, he only trusted Delia. With a right mind to. He knew that no matter what, Dee would have his back and him hers. There's no running away with them. Either they both go, or no one does.

For this situation, they both went. Damon was, of course, the escape artist. He knew where they should go, and how to avoid the guards and get to the cars. He knew where the benefactor stores the keys and when to steal one and how to make sure the benefactor never knew they stole one. It took a few weeks of planning but they finally pulled it off today. And the benefactor never freaking knew. He should have known that the same skills that he taught them and made them to who they are, can be used against him. And now they were off to a better adventure where they can use their skills to cause some real trouble. As the Tweedle Dee, and Tweedle Dum, the twins who can be very good tricksters and pranksters.

His sister caught his attention, telling him to pull over the car. "Dee, you think every girl or guy is a beautiful masterpiece. Do I need to remind you of your last conquest?" He said jokingly pulling the car over and his sister opening the door to the girl. Damon listened to her and looked at his sister who was already nodding her head to the beautiful girl, his sister was right about that for sure. He sighed and pointed to the back. "Get in. My sister would never forgive me for turning away, what was it exactly hmm, a beautiful masterpiece?" When she got into the car, he started to drive again. He then asked the girl Ok, where are we taking you? oh yea your name as well if my sister hasn't already asked?"

Coded by stellar.nova | Modified by revalia | Hidden Scrolls

 

[myfanwy]

The night sky had faded from a magnificent burnt umber and pale pink to an inky purple when Sunghyun's converse met the smooth oak wood that was his window sill. He didn't even glance back as he jumped towards the tree branch that swayed in the gentle wind. For a moment, he was somewhat scared that the end of it wouldn't hole his weight and he would plummet into the dark ground, miraculously though it held- albeit shakily. He quickly shuffled towards the trunk and worked his way down safely, sighing silently in relief when his feet touched the ground.

Sunghyun felt a bit of hesitation when he was about to step forward, second thoughts already running through his mind despite the fact that he hadn't even moved out of his backyard. It was true he was tired of being treated like a child, yes, but was he really about to do this? Biting his lip he shook his head and took off for the wooden fence, his feet leaving the ground for a brief moment to jump over the last piece of his confinement.

Symbolically he was now free. Little did he know that he was going to trade one prison for another, one that hidden behind a facade of freedom.

It wasn't hard to navigate through the maze that was the suburbs, it was a jungle gym to him at this point. Child's play. He knew his neighbourhood like the back of his hand, the many dead ends obvious to spot once you got the hang of it. In fact, Sunghyun knew he wasn't going to have too much trouble getting through the city as a whole, the "gang" he hung around with at school often skipped classes and roamed the streets, giving him ample time to learn all the secrets of an otherwise peaceful area.

A tiny scoff left plush lips at the thought, the corners twitching into the ghost of a smirk.

He had barely made it out of his neighbourhood and the street next to it when his phone started to ring, the familiar tone signalling that it was his mother. They caught on to him a lot quicker than he was expecting and he could only pray that they didn't think something was wrong until the next day. It wasn't uncommon for him to stay out passed midnight most nights, the general apathy he felt towards his family kept him from caring too much.

Hopefully this was just a "warning", as she liked to call them.

The phone calls stopped as soon as got to the corner shop he frequented during his city roaming. Pulling his phone out and using the map, Sunghyun started walking towards the meeting place, his pace leisurely as if he had all the time in the world.

and all we ever wanted was sunlight and honesty.

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[Twin Fantasy]

This had not been a great 17 years for Odile Gosselin.
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Heathens. Oddie had always been told not to approach strangers. Knowing you, their dad used to say, you'll approach strangers all day regardless of what I say. Have fun being kidnapped and murdered! He was such a nasty person. Oddie wished he'd keel over and die... which, to be fair, was going to happen sooner or later, if they got their way. Perhaps it started when their boyfriend said he didn't love them. You were just puss on demand, but now you're fucking insane. Stay away from me. Honestly, they should have seen the warning signs, but they were still enraged. More than ever. They woke up from a nap in the evening, with an open, half-filled suitcase laying beside them, shoved the remainder of their necessary possessions into it, and crawled out their window. Thank god, they lived in a one-story house. Otherwise they'd either break their back, or some expensive extremity attached to their over-decorative clothing.

They scuttled through the freshly mowed lawn and hopped the picket fence, making their way down the street with their phone open and Google Maps activated. Things were gonna be different, from now on. They punched in the location they were given. A meeting place. A home, even. Maybe they'd get to meet the one running this show... become their honorary child. A child whose parent treated them right. Of course, it wouldn't happen overnight.

Oddie was intent on proving their worth to someone. A strange, surreal worth. Their headphones reached their ears, and they walked into the endless horizon, in search of sanctuary, and acceptance.

If only they'd known.

 

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/tags/ myfanwy

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Caprice scratched his head, taking another long sip of a large banana milkshake through one of the whackiest straws avaliable in the stand.

'What am I even doing here?' He couldn't help but idly think to himself, a sort of rare breed of a both dimwitted and arrogant grin pasting itself on his boyish face, walking at a rather moderate pace (quite obviously he wasn't looking as though he was in a rush).

The streets were an unpleasant place for Caprice, in all honesty. While he wasn't exactly uncomfortable there, he always couldn't help but think back to his family and how all of his younger siblings still lived in a rather unsafe part of the city. He would have to call them sometime soon, wouldn't he? The jean jacket clad young man couldn't help but sigh at the thought of that. Mild annoyances were truly everywhere, and thankfully he was good at avoiding them.

He checked his phone for directions, thankfully the campus of his Uni was actually quite close so he wasn't exactly lost per say, just slightly off track... well hopefully that's all that was. Caprice really didn't want to get lost and be late on the first day, this was something akin to a gang after all.

As Caprice was walking he spot a guy walking towards the same general directions through the quote unquote wasteland, but unlike him he seemed prepared with a map (and apparently Caprice's phone just ran out of cash, so even mobile internet was useless... perhaps he should've prepared). "Hey, you!" He yelled out, jogging and trying to catch up.

"Can I take a peek? He asked, pointing at the map.

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[nymphadora.]

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outfit: xxx




mood: nervous




mentions: damon + delia




tags: r e i + revalia

Barbie

Sinclair

you're looking for . . .

A hopeful smile curled upon Barbie's red lips as she swiftly grabbed her bag and jumped into the back seat of the car, slamming the door behind her and passing her expensive phone to the blonde girl. "This is the address," Barbie spoke, her sweet tone flowed smoothly with a hitch, "do you know how to get there?" She asked curiously, fluttering her spider-like eyelashes at both the girl and the boy, trying to make herself look innocent and vulnerable. Her gaze flickered between the duo, noticing their similar features that they shared. Siblings? As Barbie thought about it more, they did look familiar.

"Well I'm shook, this is where we're heading, love. Heathens might I ask? Didn't picture you to be the type pumpkin."

Barbie's smile quickly disappeared and an irritated face took over instead, "Huh, I thought everyone in this small town were boring," She murmured, her "innocent" act completely forgotten as she crossed her arms over her chest and relaxed into the back seat. Barbie hardly noticed how blunt her words were as she quickly bit down on her lower lip. "Do you mind taking me, or not? Because I may get kidnapped by an old perv if you leave me here," A coy smirk toyed at her lips as she watched their reaction. So far, Barbie didn't mind the guy, he was cute and while the girl was pretty, Barbie wasn't a fan of being called "pumpkin".

"We couldn't have that now do we? Hop in the back, might as well since we are headed there as well. Although no promises about pervs. . . at least not old."

Barbie's shoulders tensed as she sat up with a straight back and watched as the blonde woman grinned at her, assumed, brother. She wasn't too sure anymore, it seemed like all the people her age were dying their hair whiter than snow. She allowed the silence to fill the car between the trio as Barbie gazed out of the window, was she really going to do it? At least she wasn't the only one who thought it was a good idea. "So how come you guys are going?" Barbie piped up, moving her focus towards the two. She listened to their response before replying, "I'm just looking for a thrill," she said with a shrug.

Once they had arrived, a spark of excitement formed in her chest as Barbie watched the car park in one of the abandoned lots. Barbie jumped out of the car swiftly, dragging her bag behind her. "Now what?" Barbie asked as she wandered around, the sound of her heels clicking against the cracked concrete as she waited for the siblings' reply, hoping they knew what to do next.

. . . the golden lie

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The Bribing Prankster

Mood: Ecstatic yet Impatient | Scenario: Up, up and away!
Location: Parking Lot
Outfit: ✾
With; Damon ( r e i ) | Barbie ( nymphadora. ) ​

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A smile was permanently implanted on her lips. He always knew the right words to say and when to say them. As the beautiful masterpiece graced them with their presence in the car.

The atmosphere was all smooth until she started asking questions however. Delia could sense the tension could be cut with a knife. "We just want to have fun... an adventure or so to speak. Something we could do out of our freedom." the white blonde replied nicely. The twins never quite liked talking or opening up about their past. Even with one another, they never quite talk about it. Living in the past was no option for the Walmers. "Guess we could all use the thrill this group will bring upon us. As you put it," she finalized.

Since Barbie was at the back she did not quite look at her except a few glances through the front mirror.

Looking back to Damon, she grinned. "That last conquest was a major success in my opinion. As hot as that guy was, he wanted to screw us both over... now god knows what happened to him. Asshole if you ask me, as if he could get in between. It was fun seeing him try no?" she laughed lightly as they pulled over by the abandoned car park.

As the vehicle came to a stop she unfastened her seat belt and also jumped on the concrete on two feet before stretching with a groan, "Eugh so stiff. Been in that bloody mobile since last night." Closing the door she motioned towards Damon's side and opened the door, leaning against it till he got out. "Now? Now we wait missus." she indicated getting her own pack of cigarettes, placing hers between her lips, one cigarette to her brother and... she didn't know if Barbie smoked but she offered her pack towards her, "Want one?"

Meanwhile, lighting her own tube of chemicals, inhaling her impatience away.

Coded by stellar.nova | Modified by revalia | Hidden Scrolls

 

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macrombie myfanwy ​

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an eccentric girl

Ophelia's alarm blared out across the quiet night, the little light in it flashing red until the managed to turn it off through fumbling with the buttons. It was time.

She shivered as the breeze from her open window breathed on her bare skin when she began changing, trying to keep as silent as humanely possible, avoiding the creaking floorboards as she walked around the room, until she was finally ready. Slipping her bag full of changes of clothes and other necessities she threw it out of her window and into the back garden. The bag was small enough and light enough to not make a sound, after all, 2 years had passed and all of her clothes had not fit when she had come back. These were only the few things she had managed to get that would fit her now in the short period of time she had been back.

Fia felt a stab of pain that she was leaving her family behind once again, they had only just got her back - or had they? Considering she wasn't the same person she was 2 years ago, they thought she was considering the untouched room, exactly as she had left it two years ago before going missing. Like a shrine to the 19 year old girl. Fia touched the bridge of her nose for a short moment, closing her eyes while she thought before opening them back up and following her bag, jumping out of the window, landing on her feet flawlessly.. She knew that if she spent any longer re-considering her decision, then she would stay in the toxic environment that was suffocating her. She had to escape.

The petite brunette made her way around the house, onto the main street, he bag over her should as she began walking down the city lights. She wanted to go to a convenience store; she forgot to eat again and mainly prefered sweets to satisfy her taste buds. It was completely awkward. Fia stood there silently as she tried to pick out something sweet from what the local convenient store could offer. She could pick from warheads, sour patch kids or some rainbow strips in a packet, however with a simple shrug, Fia picked the sour patch from the shelf, and rung it up to the cashier, recieveing a few suggestive glances but she paid no mind.

Not tonight. Her excitement was too high to be brought down now.

In a couple seconds, she was out and already munching on the sweet candy, pulling out her phone to map out where she needed to go. "Mm..Not that far aw--" She accidentally bumped into two men that slowed down on the sidewalk, spilling some one her candy. Thankfully the thing was a large portion. "Oh fuck... I'm so sorry..."

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coding by Yunn ​

 

[myfanwy]

A sudden shout towards his direction tempted Sunghyun to look up and around, to see who the person could be yelling at. He had to suppress the urge, after all curiosity killed the cat. Hell, he didn't even know if the person was dangerous, yelling to someone at this time. The only people to do so were either naïve or wanted to start trouble, and quite honestly, Sunghyun didn't want to be tangled up with either situation.

So, it's why he was surprised that he felt the presence of someone standing next to him, the footsteps light considering.

His body tensed ever so slightly, his guard rising higher- as if that was possible- when he risked a glance at the intruding figure. He wasn't that much taller than him, hand sandy brown hair, and didn't seem too strong. Sunghyun stood a chance, at least, if things went south. However, it seemed that all the other wanted was to look at his map.

A harmless enough request.

"Yeah, sure." He breathed out, body relaxing as he shifted the phone so that the screen faced in between their bodies. "I'm going to assume that we're headed in the same direction?" There really wasn't much of a reason for people to be out this way at night, the abandoned buildings weren't too interesting after you'd seen them before.

No... it seemed that there was really only one thing hanging in the air tonight, the tinge of bad decisions seemingly heavier now.

Sunghyun was about to attempt to break the awkward air, to try to make himself relax more and seem less like a robot, when he was jolted forward after someone ran into him. He heard a few muttered words and an 'I'm sorry', the figure behind them now surrounded by a few scattered sweets. Blinking, Sunghyun shook his head.

"It's fine, don't worry. Just be careful." He kpet his tone light, trying to make it seem like he wasn't angry. He really wasn't, but sometimes his tone could indicate otherwise.

we could drive to the midnight sun, we're free, we're living like we just begun.

peachuu macrombie ​

 

[macrombie]

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caprice carleon

/location/ some street
/tags/ myfanwy peachuu

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Caprice wanted to clap his hands together and yell out a thank you, but having to hold a drink in his hand he supposed he refrained from trying this, seeing as banana splattered all over him and the stranger seemed like a bad idea.

"Headed in the same direction?" He glanced at the other guy, who didn't really look like... well ...much. He seemed to be of asian descent though, so who knew, maybe he was with the yakuza or maybe it was even some kind of ninja thing (how would Caprice even know at this point). "Sure," The glasses wearing manchild said with a bright grin. Caprice then continued talking, "So like today has been very quiet and stuff, I wonder what's up with that..." He tried to chat with the other male, maybe establish some sort of kinship before they arrived where ever it was they had to go to, but before he could continue with that somebody seemingly smashed into his chest and he winced slightly.

"What the he-" But he refrained from cursing more as he saw that they were in the presence of a girl. There were splecks of color decorating the street and at first he could not realize what they were. Until he realized he stepped on one and that it was sticky. I see...

"Well this looks like a real big waste of candy..." He said in a very lowkey sort of manner, trying to appear casual.

"So are we to assume that all of us are heading in the same direction? He grinned once more, correcting his fake glasses and then adding, "-I'm Caprice, by the way.

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[peachuu]

macrombie myfanwy ​

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an eccentric girl

Shit. She really was not trying to piss anyone off today, especially bouncing into strangers who could potentially call her out for leaving. "It's fine. Don't worry, just be careful." She was relieved not to have upset anyone as she nodded apologetically--her head almost bobbing in embarassment, but she couldn't help but stare down at her candy. She actually started to get a bit disappointed, considering these were her very favourite sweets. She kinda wished she just looked up where she was going but at least is was only a few bit. She scanned the two guys in front of her as she put her phone away, and popped another candy into her mouth. Her brown eyes hovered over the next person who spoke to her.

"Well this looks like a big waste of candy..." Fia couldn't help but smile at the little effort to raise the mood. There was slight tension, but the person in front of her seemed a lot less uptight than the other dude. She chuckled, "Yeah that may be true but at least its only a little compared to the actual bag." Her shoulders tensed and released in a shrug, and she continued to munhc of the bag of candy. Again--she felt really upset about the candy.

Fia hugged her yellow jacket to herself with her one free hand, kind of struggling to stay a bit warm. Curse her new found anemia after that damned incident. She sucked her teeth mentally and perked up when the man introduced himself. She quietly mumbled her name, as anxiety started to take over her excited nature. "Ah...You can call me Fia I guess.", adding a sheepish grin to her remark. "Perhaps we all are to be frank.." She paused, to chew on another gummy. "Maybe we should stick together considering we'll have to get to know each other anyways." She shrugged again, but more mainly wanted to use them as a map instead because she was too lazy to use her own phone.

"Besides what I remember from my phone was we turn left after the next block and it's basically a straight shot down." She tried sounding optimistic, hopefully getting them on her side. Gotta make friends right?

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[myfanwy]

The sudden addition to the ragtag duo introduced herself as "Fia" and it seemed to Sunghyun to be a nickname. He could very well be wrong, however, 'Fia' was an odd name, but to be fair, his name could also be considered odd to others. He had to quite literally shake his head to keep from following that train of thought, one that could keep him occupied for days.

"My name is Sunghyun, though you can call me anything as long as it's easy to remember." He noticed that he was the last to introduce himself, which was odd considering how outgoing he thought he was. He usually would freely offer up his name to anyone who cared to listen and there was probably no hidden meaning behind this, perhaps they were just faster to the draw than he was.

Clearing his throat, Sunghyun sent one last glance towards the scattered sweets on the ground and shifted his body towards the street. "We should probably start moving again, we wouldn't want to be the last one's there, right?"

In truth, he didn't know if there was a time limit on getting there, if there would be a punishment if they were even a minute late. The 'Heathens' seemed like a group to do that, which only raised the question of why he would even join. In truth, even he didn't know fully. He just gave the blanket statement of wanting to be treated like an adult for once, but was that truly it? Perhaps he would figure out in time or maybe he would never know.

we could drive to the midnight sun, we're free, we're living like we just begun.

peachuu macrombie ​

 

[Satan]

dan·ger·ous


/ˈdānj(ə)rəs/

adjective

able or likely to cause harm or injury ; menacing.​

Ryder Branche​

Candles were the only illuminance in her apartment at this time of night, but she had a lot of them so seeing wasn't an issue. It kept a pleasant smell of cinnamon and vanilla to mask the musk of the old walls and pipes that made up her abandoned apartment. The great part about it (other than it being free) was the view, she had large windows that looked directly out to their shitty city. As crappy and broken as the place was, it was still an amazing view. She had been contemplating on what or even IF she should bring anything to this little 'trip'. Ryder decided to keep it simple; she grabbed her half-filled bottle of gold peak green tea, stuffed her switch blade in her pocket and grabbed her oversized jean jacket. It looked like it should belong to a boyfriend, or a brother, some sort of male... but the blood stains that lined some of the edges and sleeves told another story.

She left the apartment and had begun the walk to her destination. The breeze pressing against her body caused her blonde locks of hair to blow back, away from her face. She didn't know how she felt about the situation, which was what had brought her here in the first place. Her obliviousness to any kind of emotion, whether she felt it or showed it. She couldn't, and without her knowing; it scared her. Her brain, anyway. Human interaction was something very unpopular in Ryder's life, perhaps she needed that. Besides, it wasn't like she was doing anything else beneficial with her life at the moment anyway. This was a deal-break type of opportunity.

So after many steps and strides, dark alleys and road crossings, Ryder had made it to the meet-up destination. She came to the spot a few nights prior so that she had a sense of where it was. There would be no use of trying to come if she were to be getting loss, so why take the chance. From a distance, she could see the group of people who had gathered already, she did not know if that was everybody or if there were still more to come. To Ryder, the people who were currently present, that was already a large number for her. But she didn't say or do anything other than take a long sip of her chilled green tea. Ryder had been hidden in the shadows, away from everyone, long enough to see the female bump into another and spill her candy.

"Definitely too innocent to be in this program thing." Branch thought to herself, swallowing the slight lump in her throat before her steps slowly lead her to the group. She was officially revealed, eyes on her ; at least they would be eventually. No turning back now. So, mentally, emotionally and even physically she shrugged it off.

Still, she didn't say anything. She couldn't, she didn't know how to approach this situation. An uncomfortable feeling curled in her stomach, but still she didn't express it. She looked unbothered, unamused by what was going on around her. If only they had known how curious she really was, if only SHE knew how curious SHE was. The blonde's natural instinct was to slowly approach the group, but attempt to still be the 'outsider'... so she stood a few feet from the group, squeezing the plastic bottle of tea in both hands. "What do you do?" Ryder asked herself mentally. "Just wait for them to speak first, they are obviously enjoying their conversation." She answered herself inside her head.

Physically, now, she had licked her lips and folded them. Well wasn't this lovely.

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[younghaunting]

- caoilainn ó mocháin

location - somewhere
mood - relaxed
tags - open

the dragonfly it ran away


but it came back with a story to say

Living in a shared apartment, sneaking out wasn't something Rey had to be concerned about. She simply told her roommates that she would be staying with a friend for a few days, packed her things and left. Supposedly family would have been a better alibi, but she never talked about her family, which in itself was a big enough clue to her flat mates that things related to 'loved ones' weren't going along as smoothly as most. That and the fact she was the only one whose life literally depended on every penny she earned, without the safety net of family funds to catch a fall.

Caoilainn wasn't entirely sure how long she was going to be gone for, and what to bring. She hadn't planned this either, simply shoving what she could find into her backpack the moment she was supposed to leave. A few change of clothes; both her smart phone and alcatel; her good lighter (plus a few crappy ones in case anyone asked to her to lend); joints she had rolled the night before; a pack of regular cigarettes; a toothbrush but no toothpaste; her keys; spliffs; snacks; water; ... more spliffs. Shrugging on the pack she flexed her shoulders before waving goodbye to her flatmate, who was preoccupied with stuffing his face full of cornflakes before his night shift. He didn't notice her go.

Rey stepped out into the evening light, embracing the cold but smoggy air of the city. She turned up her hood as a feeble barrier against the chill, stalking along the pathway with rigid shoulders as she adapted to the temperature. Truthfully, Caoilainn didn't know what she was signing up for, but she was fed-up with her way of living. It had become too routine, too boring, too dull. She wanted something fresh and exciting. Dangerous, perhaps. With a smile on her face she set out into the night.

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caprice carleon

/location/ some street
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Caprice smiled at knowing the names of his new acquintances, Sunghyun and Fia, and although the names weren't that common (even though it wasn't like he expected Sunghyun to be Bob or anything, but you can't disprove facts), they seemed memorable enough, even when most things are quite memorable for Caprice. Noticing that the yellow clad femme was shivering, Caprice winced.
He would offer his jacket but that'd be sort of weird considering she was already wearing one... Well, was it weird? He honestly didn't know at this point and he sort of quieted down a bit, not letting his slight mental conundrum to show. "Hey, d'you need to warm up?" Caprice asked, his tone way more flirtatious than he intended; it worked for him, he supposed.
The night wasn't exactly cold in this city, but the girl didn't exactly seem that... healthy? He didn't really know how to explain it (even to himself).
Caprice glanced at the taller male of the group, almost in a way to search for ideas, but then looked away and around the city.
It was strange because he was in a rush after all, and yet he always felt so compelled to waste his time with small things like this. But regardless of the little thoughts going through his head, he smiled as they stood among dropped candies and asphalt. Maybe if they all were like this he really wouldn't feel guilty for joining whatever heathens was.
"Well the faster we get there, the better," Caprice said casually, starting to walk down the street on which they'd have to turn left soon. Taking a sip of his banana milkshake he realized he was running out and sighed, "I still can't believe that the straw was a whole extra ten cents..."

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[r e i]

D
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W
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The Fighting Prankster

Mood: Tense | Scenario: Finally Free
Location: abandoned car park
Outfit: ✡
With: - Delia - revalia - Barbie - nymphadora. ​

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Damon let his sister answered the girl questions. He wasn't one for much talking anyway. He was the background guy and he liked it that way. The only person he had to care for was his sister. And his sister was all he really cared for. Other people can go jump off a cliff for all he cared. Once you learn that nobody but your twin has your back, you learn to care less and less for the others. At this point, he started viewing them as toys. Toys to used and prank as the tweedles wish. His sister is the only human that he loves.

He snorts and then spoke "What my sister is trying to say, we got bored with the people where we used to hang. Heathens gave us a chance to really fucking let loose and find new people to play with." As he parked the car, he looked at the girl and his sister, and got out of the car when his sister opened the door. "Let's just say, I decided to give him a little warning that he took kindly to." Meaning he beat the shit outta of him, telling him to never mess with him or his sister. That was the last time he ever saw that conquest again. He heard the poor boy just ran away scared without mention. He smirked knowing his skill as a fighter was good as hell.

"You weren't the one driving may I mention? You were the one daydreaming out of the window may I remind?" He snorted as he takes a cigarette from his sister lighting it as well. Another thing they share. The cancer stick was something that they both used for a relief of stress and just cause they fucking want to. Nobody really cared enough to tell them to stop. At least no one he cared to listen to. He looked around seeing others show up one by one. He looked at his sister. Trying to convey to her to stay close. He wanted her near him. Separated, they aren't the greatest folks to be around. Once they were separated for more than 2 hours. In those hours, Damon got into about 20 fights and his sister freaked the fuck out.

It was decided then, that they couldn't be separated, for they were angrier when they are alone than together. Damon was the proof of that, many people had to go to the hospital during that time. He just lost control. His sister is his sanity. And when that is gone...nothing can hold him back.

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