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unsister · 3 months

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❛ only rich people can afford to be this filthy. ❜ ( from charlie hall! )

NOT QUITE ABANDONED BUT IT VERY WELL COULD HAVE BEEN. the door practically fell off its hinges with one good push. stepping out of the afternoon sun into the filth immediately the pair are assaulted by a wave of fetid odor. grey's nose scrunched up but the sight alone did little to perturb her as she continued into the home. ❛ i wasn't born posh, you know…. my mum was a nurse and my dad well, he didn't do much of note before he offed himself. ❜ this was a bold statement to make considering the ruby lacquer which coated the bottom of her current footwear. it had not quite dawned on the designer yet as she begins to thumb through a notebook which was left open on the wayside.

❛ but i am quite filthy these days ━ oh, you meant this flat. bit of a shithole, isn't it? ❜ dark eyes wide with revelation. there were inkings of a once ornate structure but rot and wildlife had staked its claim over the residence ( personally, she quite liked the haunting aura of it ) though, it was far from a habitable state. there had been days she had let her own rooms fall chaos and disrepair yet she never it took it to such lengths as this.

❛ what are we looking for here again? i have a bit of a tight schedule today. ❜

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unsister · 3 months

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❛ i wanted to have a look at the moon. it's nearly full. do you know what that means? ❜ ( from any of the undead girlies aka silja or lilla <3 )

THE STUDIO DESCENDS INTO ITS AFTER HOURS HUSH. neon-lit soho a glaring beacon all around her through the walls of windows. she has been working under the crimson glow, the atmosphere only heightening the grotesquery of her design sketches in the pad before her. alien silhouettes constructed of polymer and vinyl. this was only the beginning stages of a vision, the fit of madness before the act of execution. freeing herself from the grueling process of creation she steps out onto the curb. now she is her own gruesome outline, unknowable and ripe with vagaries.

at this time of night there were plenty of midnight crawlers looking to strike up a conversation with whatever moved. she was still as a oak tree and with stance as proud yet it did not stop the trajectory of a nearby pondering. the state of the sky, she is shocked to see its looming glow against the stark black sky with all the light pollution around them. the moon haloed in a haze, slightly out of focus through the soot and the smog ( but it is undoubtedly full in its showing ) ❛ that all depends, doesn't it? on what tradition you subscribe to. ❜ with a flick her lighter ignites and the end of the cigarette is brought to the flame.

exhaling in a silvered wisp she turns to the woman. office-worker, if the choice of ensemble was anything to go off of. there was plenty of that in this city, but it was the choice in fixation that kept her talking to this evening's stranger. her own crescent was tucked beneath her coat, a hook of raised skin, a pale outline that seemed to gleam despite only being composed of flesh. ❛ the lunacy moon maybe? madness is upon us. are you feeling particularly nefarious this evening by any chance… ❜ slight compulsion in her tone, a customary test to see if her botanical voice held any influence in this particular garden.

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