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[manslaught]

it's only when the credits start to roll that mikayla realizes she's paid absolutely no attention to whatever movie was just on, spending the last two hours just hyperaware of @ladyintree being in the same room instead— something she should be more used to by now, after weeks of attempting this whole friendship thing. mikayla's been better at it than she assumed she would be, somehow able to ignore the feeling in her gut that it's not enough, reminding herself that it's all they can be for right now. but unfortunately, that means she's starting to get more comfortable, enough that she no longer sees the need to pretend to be interested in the television.

she's taking up the entire couch, laying across it, rolling onto her stomach, propping her head up on folded arms, finally letting herself look at tai, like she's earned it after pretending to focus on something else for hours. mikayla tries not to think about how this is what it should have been like for them the past five years, her distracting herself while tai studied in the same room, each other's presence just being enough. it hurts to think about, so she shakes the thought away, head tilting. “ are you almost done? ” mikayla doesn't want to distract her, especially when she already feels like being in tai's life is enough of an obstacle for her, but she can't help herself. “ or can you, like— take a break? ”

#ladyintree #ladyintree: 57. #thread. #yj: 2003. #main. #she said pay attention to me i'm bored #mikayla can you stay strong in this one im rooting for you (im doubting her)

[werexcat]

continued from [ 🪢 ]with @as-above-rp's Kairi!

At this point, all Gabriel wanted to do was rest, but he sure picked a helluva spot to attempt to rest. Thing was, he couldn't take another stop as worn out as he was, so he was stuck with slowly moving past all of the taken benches, growing more frustrated by the moment.

FUCK, why were there so many people around h--

There was moment out of the corner of his eye--not once, but twice--before a soft voice spoke up.

Blinking, green eyes fell upon a blonde haired woman who was must've been making a space for him because her bag was sitting in her lap. He glanced around for a moment--was she talking to him?--before weighing his chances.

She wouldn't mind if he sat next to her?? He didn't have to trust her. He just ... just had to sit next to her for a bit and then he could move on once he'd rested.

"...Fine. There's too many people around here." It'd probably be another mile or so before he found somewhere decent anyway, and with a few more steps, he took a seat, trying not to too close to her even though he was sitting right next to her.

#ic. #main. #asaboverp #asaboverp: kairi.

[horrcpedia]

You're  unlucky  .  It's  something  you've  come  to  recognize  and  accept  -  it's  apart  of  your  nature  .  The  "  storm  "  furthers  its  proof ,  as  well   as  the  repeat  encounters  of  odd  situations  ,  and  this  ?  well  ,  let's  just  say  you're  always  willing  to  get  into  trouble  and  finding  your  way  around  it  .  You  had  to  master  a  silver  tongue  as  to  avoid  the  consiquences  of  contamination  by  the  outside  world  dragging  back  into  the  foundation's  white  walls  .

Your  first  encounter  with  Micah  was  accident  ,  though  you  keep  coming  back  for  more .  And  MAYBE  it's  because  xe  interests  you ,  or  maybe  it's  because  you  want  to  know  more  about  the  world  than  you  already  do  . or   maybe  it's  just  because  xyr  a  easy  way  to  get  the  unallowed  objects  of  your  affections  back  to  the  foundation  without  them  noticing  .

" trust  me  when  I  tell  you  this  ,  my  friend  !  You  will  not  regret  it  .  It's  a  wonderful  idea  ,  and  all  it  will  cost  is  YOU  willingly  going  out  of  your  way  to  stop  by  a  VHS  store  ,  pick  me  up  the  latest  horror  films ,  specifically  I  am  seeking  out  The  Blair  Witch  project ,  but  I  will  also  take  Idle  hands  if  they  don't  have  the  previously  mentioned  .  I  will  pay  you  for  your  services  !   " 💚 @solarisgod

#starter. #ic. #main.

[rehavoced]

“ it’s over. you lost. ” she is very good at chess. did you know this about her.

A fingertip presses to the tip of his king, letting it topple underneath the gentle pressure applied. Crash, and the kingdom comes falling down! He wonders if others have been beaten by her, and if they reacted to her superiority with graceful or unsporting behaviours. Atticus locks eyes with her across the table, before he leans back in his chair, a smile in his eyes. ❛ Theoretically, there is a limit of five thousand, nine hundred and forty nine moves on a chessboard, but -- the longest game of chess ever officially played only lasted two hundred and sixty nine moves, and ended in a draw. That game took just over twenty hours. ❜ Interesting to no-one but himself, perhaps. ❛ You've got a bit more practicing to do until you reach that level, though. ❜

#me feigning a cough: loser #unpossession #main.

[daexmage]

continued from ✨ with @eyesofcuriosity's nessa.

Styrofoam cup in one gloved hand, Torr was bundled up a bit for cooler weather, but even though the other woman was putting on a soft smile, she looked a bit pale now that the pinkette was really watching her, how she moved.

Frowning a bit, the horned female walked a bit closer, but she didn't want to enter the other woman's personal space too soon.

"Okay--so just taking a rest before heading home then?" she questioned, a little relieved. "How about I sit with you and keep you company for a while? Just to ease my worries a bit more?"

#ic. #eyesofcuriosity #main. #queue'd reply.

[deathleadsarc]

" A bit more blood, I should think will do the trick. Care to volunteer? "

#main. #boopboop

[cstarling]

SEBASTIAN MORAN: WOW. DIDN'T SEE THAT ONE COMING. they never do. she is oftentimes underestimated. the virsion of clarice starling in the heads of her teammates is one that matches her last name - a small bird, perhaps able to fly, but inept at fighting for herself. the men that were partnered with her in their combat classes at the academy always gave her that look - the smug one, the one that said, silently, this'll be easy. clarice, looking them in the eyes, always used their underestimation to her advantage, kicking their feet out from under them and pinning them to the ground before they knew what hit them. she used the same tatic on sebastian. and though clarice was well aware seb knew she was capable of this fight she had inside of her, she's still smiling as she holds his wrists against the floor mat. 'first rule've sparrin', moran - always anticipate your partner's next move,' clarice beams a bit before standing, holding out her hand to help him up. 'wanna try again?' @gunbash.

#gunbash #ANSWERED. #MAIN.

[allevils]

[ AID ] for sender to help receiver clean blood off themselves. 

all lucy is aware of is the smell of copper, the warm feeling of blood on the side of his face. she must obviously look a mess. his hands are soaked in blood, viscera packed tightly under his nails. it's all she can taste. there's a joke somewhere here about lionesses and their killing habits, but she doesn't think about wanting to make that joke at the moment.

but sam is there. he doesn't know why sam is there, but his presence isn't unwelcome. in fact, the help is nice. there's a warm washrag pat her cheek and lucy turns her eyes away from him. she doesn't think she can look him in the eye right now (or really, ever again, though that's just dramatics). there's half of an idea to step into his shower fully clothed, stare into the drain like it will give her every answer ever.

" do you have anything i can change into? " lucy's question is quiet, a stark contrast to her normal tone. she still doesn't look at sam. " i won't disturb you. i just need to clean up. "

@samuhelll

#samuhelll #ans. #main. #i scream into my own ass

[manslaught]

@ladyintree: you can stay... i'd like you to stay.

she shouldn't. it's a bad idea, and her hesitance is evident in the way mikayla glances toward the ladder, debating going back downstairs anyway. it's the safer option, being down there, away from her — there's a reason she's never come up to sleep before and it has absolutely nothing to do with the dead body they'd found in the attic when they first got here. other than the time before taissa left to find help, she's been able to control herself, but mikayla knows herself: she knows how easy it is to act without thinking, and being completely alone up here with her might be a mistake. but she also knows that if she does go back downstairs, all she'll think about is tai asking her to stay instead. so she's kind of damned either way.

“ scared of being up here by yourself now that shauna's back downstairs? ” she teases, but she moves closer anyway, laying down and ignoring the feeling in her chest as she does. mikayla makes sure to keep a considerable distance between them, at least five feet, like that's going to make a difference at all. “ please tell me you don't snore. ”

#ladyintree #ladyintree: 13. #thread. #no she just goes outside and eats dirt sometimes #main.

[werexcat]

It hadn't been very long since he'd stayed the night at Roland's place and if he were being honest with himself, over the next couple of days, the brunet had been part of the reason why he'd gone ahead and pushed himself to make the street life he had just a bit more comfortable.

Now, he'd never been inside anyone else's home aside from Razor's--Roland's was nicer (not that he'd ever tell Razor that)--but more than that: it was comfortable and clean... and even though he didn't have a big space like that to get in out of the cold, to cool off, to rest, the backpack offered him a comfort he hadn't had for the past couple of years.

That aside, even with all he'd purchased that day, he still a lot of money in his pocket as far as he was concerned, and so he found himself returning to Batty Brews during the late morning--no, yes, that was right. This was the right place. After another few minutes of staring just to be sure, Gabriel entered, rather conscious of the backpack on his back just a tiny bit more upon setting into the coffeehouse before his gaze settled upon the board that was on display.

That's ... that's what he should be looking at, right?

... Damn. Maybe he should actually ask someone, but who, exactly? His gaze did a slow sweep of the coffeehouse before actually stepping aside when someone coughed behind him. Oh, shit--he was in the way. Was this a busy time? Instead of standing, he sat at an empty table with a small mental curse of frustration after setting his bag down next to him.

What now? / @as-above-rp !

#ic. #main. #asaboverp #asaboverp: roland

[heartcmd]

@deadcmd: " nothing you do makes a difference 'cause the whole game is rigged, right? " *

　　she really is just the spitting image of her, isn't she? from the purple to the (incredible) fashion sense to the cannibalism and nightcore— sweet robogod, her baby's an adult now! (sweet robogod, she missed out on all the growing pains! on one hand, you know, the guilt of not being in your child's life. on the other hand, she's glad she didn't have to bear witness to a potential furry phase.) granted, this reunion would've been a lot more touching if she didn't look like a fleshy heart creature, but it's a reunion all the same.

" gee, don't i know it, " she snorts, tapping a clawed appendage on her screen in an effort to comfort. " in all fairness, it's practically impossible to win against a perpetually learning eldritch hivemind. i mean, humans managed to make a cure and still died! not sure how we're going to beat that. "

nori catches a glimpse of uzi, then— just like her but so, so small. she's curling into herself, hugging her knees to her chest. shit. wrong angle, nori. (she can handle babies! babies! she's not experienced in the angsty teen department, okay?!) nori clears her voicebox, eye softening. nori tilts uzi's head up with her legs to face her— and out of sentiment, she uses a claw to wipe one of those digital tears away.

" ...though, i mean, i didn't manage to bag a disassembly drone boyfriend, for one. " uzi perks up instantly, face purple and expression mortified. she pulls away, yelling, " oh my god, mom, it's not like that! " and nori laughs.

" what i'm saying is you did a whole lot better than me in a game as rigged as this, kid. i mean, hell, even making friends with one of those guys, finding your way here in the first place— you know? " a beat. " besides, who's to say it's all over? it's not like we're suffocating to death. if the last core explosion didn't destroy copper nine— we might just have some hope left. "

...then it finally hits her. " wait, what did you just call me? "

#IN. #MAIN. #as the only nori writer in this rpc i really have to feed myself. you understand

[daexmage]

continued from ✨ with @gunslinginnhogtyin's butch !

Torr simply listened to the blonde speak, taking it all in as she accessed the level of damage the cowboy had gone through in his effort to get one of the manticore's teeth for her, and though she'd given him a little praise, he'd honestly need a bit more than that before he was actually able to be deemed "okay" by her.

Her newly hired part-timer had certainly opened her eyes ... this time.

"Alright--one sec!"

Torr took a moment to very obviously adjust the midriff baring top she had on today to get the girls back into a suitable position--not actually caring that Butch was right there before cracking her neck.

"Okay--when I ask you a question, answer honestly so we don't waste time having to retread on things I've already asked you. Okay?"

She handled Butch rather gently after that--gentle touching, gently pressing upon skin and even turned his head this way and that before allowing her gaze to run along the disastrous state of his ... outfit.

So... let's see...

"One swollen cheek and one blackened eye--bitten and scratched as well for that is a Manticore's want to do... Your outfit is pretty shredded--worthless in the state that its in now--so I'll have to help you out with that later. You probably have soreness and bruising as well--or will the next day. What about your hands, any pain?"

Leaning forward, hands moved to began to slip off Butch's bandana because that would have to go before she could move onto his shirt.

#main. #ic #gunslinginnhogtyin #queue'd reply.