notyourbxttercup

[notyourbxttercup]

“ I don’t see much a point in fighting... As soon as you claim ownership everyone’s going to blame you for being stuck here... ”

#ca mini #dash commentary

[notyourbxttercup]

     HANNAH was used to a lot of things over recent events. Before buying her husband that damnable mansion, her views on all things evil or paranormal were sorely superstitious. Yes, she always had a gut feeling deep down that such things might possibly be real, but not once had she toyed with the idea of it ever happening to her.

     However... What was happening now was far beyond her comprehension. A tinge of fear had still tacked itself after escaping her apartment from Luke. His slurred words still ringing in her ears as gravel dug into her bare feet. It was odd--she wasn’t sure when she’d decided to turn around that corner, but from the way the walls seemed, she must have drowsily walked down into some subway. It wasn’t a surprise. Between eyes still hazed with tears and her mind numb, pitted against painful spots littering her arms and legs that were sure to leave bruises later. 

     Despite the grotesque scenery... She knew Luke wouldn’t look for her here.

     A stuttered sigh left her lips as she took her time wandering the place. Eyes heavily focused the floor, allowing her the chance to calculate each and every step in a cautious fashion--who knows what’s been left behind on this floor, or when it was last cleaned.

    Whatever subway this was, it seemed a lot longer than it should be. More so-- a labyrinth than an actual subway... Now that she’s actually looking about the place, this hardly seems like anything natural. Not long after making her way down a hall, she finds herself staring blankly at an ajar doorway--an exit, perhaps...?

     Using the side of her foot, she nudges the door open and quietly peers inside. The room, unnaturally dark spare a few lights illuminating a sight she wishes she could unsee. The stench of blood immediately rouses a heavy set of coughs, causing her knees to nearly buckle--she expected to see her in that moment.

      Her stare, full of malice with a twisted smile and exposed muscle and bone peppering rotted skin. The laugh she’s heard countless times before echoes in her mind--but just as she’s about to scream. To beg for her life... It’s not that women she’s staring at. It’s that man.

     Mouth agape and eyes wide, Hannah wastes no time in scrambling to his side while sweat rakes itself down her paling features. What happened to him? She was in no better condition herself--brushes and hand marks, tangled hair, nothing but a nightgown, her bb-gun, and her necklace and slippers--clear indication she’d been sleeping up until something occurred and caused her to rush from the safety of her apartment.

     She was by no means a weak women, or even one to be rude about anyone’s disfigurement, but the eye--his eye--or, rather the lack of one... She retches, kicks back, finds herself a spot in his blind spot to gag and spit against the ground, pain building in her stomach. Had it not been for his noticeable injury, she might have panicked further. It’s not the children, it’s the injury. They’re okay Hannah--get it together...

     One last harsh gag escapes her before she regains full control over her breathing. No matter how disgusting the sight might have been, she can’t just leave this poor man here. So... She crawls back towards him, a shudder rolling down her back as she finds her gaze unable to stray from his missing eye, but regardless, her hand rests against his cheek if not to wipe away blood and dirt, then for possible comfort. It only strays when her attention falls to the needles digging into his legs. As if what was already done to him wasn’t enough?! 

“ Oh my God... Sweetie-- M-Maggie, was it? I--... Who did this to you?! We have to get you to a hospital now--! ”

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An angel in the darkness? Heh… Majima hadn’t expected a pretty sight amid his own version of a nightmare– the hole. And while some would question what in the heavens could this ominous place be, it was an underground torture chamber. The very place Majima had spent two years inside, unable to die, unable to rest… the only sleep and food he got at that time was what his body needed to keep him alive by a thread. The Yakuza wouldn’t let a traitor die that easily, especially when said traitor was of better use to them alive than dead.

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#mxjima #mxjima o1 #E: Trick or Retreat #ca event; #SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY TO;; college was stealing my brain

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#TBD

#SCREAMIGNFDGHJFDHGFH #SAVE TAG #YOU PUT THAT LUKE AWAY

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*gently pokes her sides, but in a playful fashion. he just wants attention from an angel, 's all*

“ ...? It’s alright to use your words you know. ”

WELL... He has her attention--

#SORRY I'VE BEEN DEAD Y'ALL #college is killin me #mxjima #Accusations

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#TBD

#woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooops #i got spoooooooootteeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeed #uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh #*takes hannah and runs real fast* canT CATCH ME DEVS #tbd

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@opticallyenhanced | E: Trick Or Retreat

WARNING: DOMESTIC ABUSE / ALCOHOLISM

     SHE never claimed her husband to be an entirely good person. She believed he’d tried, really tried, and with enough of her love and support, he could become something better. Hard to buy when all he did was drink and disappear for hours or even days, but oh did she try. Poor little Hannah Wright. So love struck for Luke Wright that she couldn’t even begin to question how horrifying it was that he’d showed up at her doorstep, smile and all. In her tired state, she glanced at the clock, though no less ecstatic that her husband had finally come. Finally after weeks of being alone. He was here, and his voice, soft, loving, all what she remembered it to be.

     Poor little Hannah Wright. Unknowingly letting something into her apartment and quietly fixing what she thought was her husband some tea. His favorite. Nothing less for him, even if his tone had shifted to bitterness after closing the door.

     Poor little Hannah Wright. Confused, startled, questioning as he mutters something and goes rooting through the drawers while her back was turned. She assumed-- it’s a spoon he’s grabbing. He’ll need it for the tea. Easy to believe until their conversation turned for the worst.

    When she started to smell alcohol and found herself staring at her husband standing near the doorway nearly in a drunken stupor. His words cutting, quick, harsh. No hesitations to cut her down and leave every wound open for him to jab more fingers into. Even when she tried to fight back, things were thrown. A reminder of what was common when Luke drank himself stupid. Where’d he even get the alcohol was beyond her, but it was the knife. The threats and bruises that now littered her arms that had her remembering just what happened minutes before her arrival.

“ You should have stayed dead, Hannah. ”

It was his last words before he rushed with the knife. Before she managed to strike him down with the hot kettle and rush out of her apartment. Before she found herself barely breathing and clinging to this man she barely liked for support.

There’s no hiding this from him. From the fact she’d ran out in slippers and a nightgown with bruises and one bleeding cut, there was no way she could have played it off as an accident. Nor could she find the strength to lie. Her words had barely come out, shaken and weak as her eyes found themselves incapable of facing him.

“ Please hide me. Please. I’ll do anything, just please--I need to hide-- ”

#opticallyenhanced #opticallyenhanced o2 #E: Trick or Retreat #ca event;

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@lacroixdecte || E: Trick Or Retreat

     HANNAH Wright. On first glance, people would always comment on her beauty, though from the way she looks now, many would have their doubts that they were the same person. Her hair was a mess, a sign that she had either just awoken or was forced out of bed. Her outfit was a nightgown and heels that she seemed to have rushed and grabbed before retreating into the middle of the streets of Sector oo5. 

     Tired, exhausted, and truly frightened by something unknown, Hannah finds herself barely able to contain tears after wandering about for God knows how long. Unable to keep standing, she finds herself retreating to a park bench trying to silence her cries. If only she had a clear head--maybe then she could think of something.

#lacroixdecte #lacroixdecte o2 #E: Trick or Retreat #ca event; #if you need anything fixed let me know!!

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#TBD

{ HOO boy

So Hannah has some pretty heavy fears that I’ll need to put warnings on before y’all like the starter call:

WARNINGS FOR:

DOMESTIC ABUSE, ALCOHOL USAGE, PREGNANCY MENTIONS, GORE

If y’all ain’t hurt by any of these then feel free to give this starter call a like!

CAPPED AT 4 but may extend if I have time! }

#ca rp ad #ca event #tbd

[notyourbxttercup]

mxjima:

Well, she was pretty… very pretty. But of course, a girl like her would know that. He just didn’t know what such pretty young woman was doing chatting up a Yakuza patriarch that way, but it wouldn’t be the first time either. Well, when did Majima ever deny himself the company of a woman of her caliber?

‘Sure didn’t take a parrot to catch yer attention.’ He smirked a little, nothing like one of his usual laughter lest he scared off the lady. Then, Majima pointed to his eyepatch. ‘Bein’ all pirate-like did the job jus’ fine, no? Ya into bad boys or somethin’?’

He was no flower that smelled, but ladies usually got the special treatment. As for men? Well, he’d share a cigarette over a couple drinks with them… nothing past that, really.

‘Hannah-chan~ In Japanese Hana means flower. Can’t say it’s too far off the mark… unless ya don’t like flowers?’ 

     WAIT... Wait! It hits her the instant he pulled the flower card. This man was flirting, though she was no stranger to this behavior. It was just rare that it didn’t come with wandering eyes and invasion of personal space.

     Appreciative, though still, she was a married women... Who’s husband had a tendency to flirt with other women while she was in the same fucking room now that she thinks on it. What right did Luke have to pull that trick like it wasn’t a big deal?! The more she recalls all those moments, the more sour she felt, and the harder it became to keep her smile casual.

     She decides, just for this moment, if Luke fucking Wright could flirt with women all he pleased, then so could she! Who gave a rat’s bottom anyways. A little harmless flirting wouldn’t hurt, so long as it didn’t go beyond that.

     Folding her arms under her chest, she shoots him a quirked brow and unimpressed look. My husband loves flowers, she wanted to say. Calls me his buttercup and has a garden full of them. I even wear perfume that smells like buttercups, just for him.

     But the words don’t come. She couldn’t be arsed to let them out. Instead, it’s a witty retort, a cheeky play on words just to mess with him--or at least--that was her intentions.

“ Is that the best you’ve got? ”

“ Sweetie, if I had a dollar for every man that said something like that, I could be renting a hotel by now. Or even buy it off the owners... I was only ever really into bad boys when I was teenager. If you’re going to impress a women, you’ve got quite the ways to go... ”

#mxjima #mxjima o1 #{ an immovable object meets an unstoppable force } #{ who shall wIN }

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gottagobaby:

Was his ‘human’ disguise really that good? He considers it for a moment before replying, “Nah. Jus’ headin’ down t’… work.” Work. Yeah, that was a good way to put it. It’s not exactly like he was supposed to be advertising the Fight Club to strangers. Especially not ones that smelled so foreign.

He scratches the cheek of his helmet, trying to ignore that she’d called him dear. Sure, Twintelle had called him it on occasion, but it’s not exactly the most… familiar term of endearment he’s used to. “Ya could prob’ly find somethin’ at a store. Th’ big bash’s still…” he pauses to count on his oversize fingers, “…a few days away.”

“ Big bash? OH! You mean a party! Like a normal little Halloween get together? ”

     HANDS quickly clasped together in front of her chest, an ecstatic giggle bursting out at the idea of a grand party filled with laughter and smiles and colorful costumes galore. Why, there would even be children asking for candy, wouldn’t there? How exciting! Such news like this melted away all her fears and worries. She could be normal if no one recognized her.

     Just a woman handing away bags of goodies and talking to the common folk about their common lives! No trying to impress other rich snobs or being referred to as merely Luke Wright’s wife...

#gottagobaby #gottagobaby o1

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ravenqueenpaladin:

Pointed ears twitch lightly when he catches the girl’s words on the wind. It seemed she was trying to guess his race…or perhaps she thought he was in some manner of costume? This ‘Halloween’ season certainly seemed to make things a bit harder to figure out with some people. Raising a brow, he turned to regard the girl, who seemed to be looking his way. “I can assure you…gnomes are much shorter than I am. Likely more handsome too.”

“My name is Vax’ildan. I’m a half-elf, if that quenches your curiosity. You’re human, I suppose?”

“ More handsome? Darling, don’t sell yourself so short... ”

     NOT exactly the kind of reply she’d expected. Though, it was still a conversation and one she welcomed no matter what they spoke about. The amount of loneliness she felt doubled since she’d wound up here.

“ Hannah Wright, and... Well, if you’re asking if I dressed up as anything, no. I didn’t have any ideas or... Time. Half-elf is an interesting take on fantasy, though! Very commendable and creative, dear. ”

#ravenqueenpaladin #ravenqueenpaladin o1 #{ sORRY for the wait and style change I couldnt keep bouncing about 1st and 3rd ;o; }

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mxjima:

A business what now?! Not that Majima was particularly opposed to being dubbed as adorable by a lady this pretty… Hell, he couldn’t find himself complaining at all. It wasn’t every woman who took a shine to his getup, so he might as well indulge this one.

‘Could have myself a parrot someday.’ He mused, hands stuffed in his pocket and chin up as his gaze shifted skywards for a thought, trying to picture the imagery she’d conjured up of him. ‘Oi, lady. What else do pirates do? Aren’t they the villains of the sea or somethin’?’

Which suited him just right, what with being no flower that smelled himself. But when it came to women, the story was a little… different, taking a much softer turn than usual.

‘The name’s Majima by the way.’ Goro, actually. But seldom did he use his first name these days. ‘ An’ this ain’t no costume… T’s how I dress up daily.’ Something of a wicked smirk tugged a single corner of his lips. ‘That mean I’m adorable on a daily basis, sis? Mm~?’

     VILLAINS of the sea. It seemed right if her memory serves her correctly. It’s been so long since she last read or been read a fairy tale. She always adored the one’s involving princess’ as a child, but now and days, the idea of a knight in shining armor proved less and less appealing. Especially considering her husband’s recent behavior over the years.

     Some happily ever after, but then again, it could still very well be her fault things ended this way.

“ I believe so-! Admittedly, it’s been a while since I’ve watched or read anything involving them, so who knows. Maybe there are some good pirates out there! I suppose it depends on you, darling. After all, it is your costume, is it not-! ”

     Suddenly her shoulders jump. Dress like this DAILY does he? Now she simply felt like a damned fool. Of course not everyone is going to be dressing for the holiday. How could she be so naive. No matter. She was trained for these situations. Years worth, at that. Easy as cake.

“ Hannah. Hannah Wright. ”

“ And if that’s how I dress daily, then adorable would be rather fitting for you, sweetie. Though, I think you’d benefit from a bird or something. What women wouldn’t love a man who’s kind to any animal. ”

#mxjima #mxjima o1 #{ SORRY FOR THE W8 and sudden writing change I couldn't keep bouncing between 1st and 3rd all the time ;v; }

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opticallyenhanced:

“Well aren’t I still kind? I honestly can’t see where any of this sudden aggression is coming from.”

“But yes, it is a party. And it’s a dull party since all there seems to be is just mingling and the sort. Where’s the boasting? Where’s all the paparazzi looking to make good with the shakers and movers? Where are all the backroom deals and the sort? All that’s happening is people just eating food and having a laugh…”

     CAN’T understand? Perhaps she was being rather rash... Though with all this talk of his, it reminds her of all the things she hated about living. Especially the paparazzi. Always wondering what the wife of bold Mr. Luke Wright thought of trivial things. Never on important matters, as she’d come to find. Troublesome, but had she not played her roles, the already troubling “news” (rumors) would increase tenfold.

“ Sorry. You are right in... In some ways. There really isn’t much going on at this party is there? ”

     A pause. How can she fix this...? 

#opticallyenhanced #mini #{ i love him this way tho }

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opticallyenhanced:

It was still odd having people not take his casual approach towards death and murder so well. But then again, an assassin’s work rarely was understood from those outside the system.

And those who didn’t live in a world gone mad for money.

“Expected better? What is that even suppose to me? Well I apologize if I don’t meet up to your standards, whatever they might be, but whatever the case, I’ve always had critics. Critics who simply just couldn’t wrap their brains around what I’m saying. Maybe if you walked a mile in my shoes, you’d better understand what I’m getting at here.”

     CALM yourself, Hannah. This wasn’t worth getting so upset about. Hardly worth it, and the man was nice at the start, no matter how strange he may be acting now.

“ Yes, I expected better from a man who was so kind at the start... ” 

     A sigh. She really shouldn’t have let her emotions go this far.

“Never mind. This isn’t worth it. We don’t know that much about one another. I could walk a mile in your shoes, and in turn, you in my shoes, but that’d hardly be worth doing just to settle an unnecessary and mile argument. Especially when we’re suppose to be enjoying ourselves. It’s a party for heaven’s sake! People are suppose to be laughing and having fun... ”

#opticallyenhanced #mini #{ im love him but also fists are up and ready to duke it out }

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opticallyenhanced:

“Awful? Well, maybe for the cleaning crew, but not really.”

“Honesty, anyone big enough to be an important deal in the corporate world knows they have a target painted on their back. Unless they’re willing to play ball and not shake the boat too much, getting targeted for assassination is hardly a big deal. Really, unless you’ve had someone contract a hit on you, then you’re still considered small fry from where I’m from.”

     WAS this guy for real? This had to be some stupid joke to get under her skin.

“ My husband had to deal with these situations, unfortunately... I loved Johannes, he was a kind man, but I’m not stupid if I didn’t know why my husband so quickly hired him as our butler. I don’t... I’m sorry, but I hardly understand where you’re coming from with this being interesting for you. -And pardon my tongue, but... I had expected better. ”

#opticallyenhanced #cittaween2k17 #{ im gonna softly punch his leg bc thats probs the highest I can reach } #mini

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opticallyenhanced:

“Oh, it’s just a bit of murder. Well, not even murder, just assassination. Honestly, back where I’m from, if your party didn’t have at least one person getting shot in the head while they were talking, it was hardly worth mentioning.”`

“ How awful... ”

“ I don’t understand how that could be even the least bit enjoyable to witness! I’ve held my fair share of parties myself, but we didn’t need murder to have them become the talk of the town for a week-- ”

#opticallyenhanced #mini #{ TFW ur husband tried 2 murder u #holy shit just ''o ya murders a thing nbd'' im laughgihn }

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@lacroixdecte

     THERE was that beautifully rude women again. Celebrating with the rest, and yet standing out with just her skin tone alone. The thought that this is what makes her so easy to find sends a chill down Hannah’s spine. A habit she needs to work on removing on a later date. For now, she draws closer, a cup of water in hand and a calm, friendly smile accompanying it. Maybe her rude words from last time was simply because they hadn’t spoken much. Nothing a little friendly banter won’t hurt, right?

“ Lovely to see you again, dear. Are you enjoying the party? ”

#{ sorry for the sudden write change I could not keep up the first person stuff @<@); } #lacroixdecte #lacroixdecte o1 #cittaween2k17