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In the best way he could put it, the world was topsy turvy and shoot was getting real fast.
No one, especially Stygian, ever said he was eloquent to begin with, but he tried.
People were getting blown up, shot in the face, hit with rakes, slapped with frying pans, and all other manner of violent things that are only usually seen in B-listing horror movies or lame comedy specials. If he didn't laugh about how ridiculous it all was, he'd start crying.
Partly because he couldn't wrap his head around how wild everything was – he appreciated the effort for total anarchy, he really did, but did they have to do it in such an organized way? It was giving him a headache!
For the other part though... he wanted in on the action. He wasn't entirely sure how to go about jumping in, though. Slim fingers reached up and played with the agate stone at his throat, held up by the crimson ribbon choker creating an aesthetically appealing gash of red around his throat.
"Come on, you guys, I wanna play too." He pouted, long black hair fluttering in the breeze as he leaned against the nearest object with most of his weight, bangs falling over silver eyes.
Idek you guys. Do what you will.
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POSTEDMay 12, 2021 10:39:50 GMT -5 TO Human Roleplay
Morally bankrupt. It was a phrase that she'd tossed around in her head since the night before. Was that what she was? Morally bankrupt? She supposed she couldn't deny it; after all, she now carried the pocket knife, which was aptly caked in both her and her brother's blood, in her left hand. It was closed, so it was hard to tell exactly what it was she was twiddling in her hands, but it gave her easy access for the next human she crossed. The patch-eyed woman really hoped that Cradlegrave was going to be the first one she saw. He was the reason for her green eye becoming more of a hole than an eye. He'd taken a cheap shot at her when he shot her, and she was fully ready to make him regret that decision.
But, luckily for Cradlegrave, he wasn't the first human she saw that morning. Instead, the honor went to the black-banged man in front of her. Her lips twitched into a smirk, a faint danger clear in her eyes. Aspen wasn't completely driven by psychosis, but the look in her blue eye perhaps was far from sane. Had she been like this before she had woken up with no memories ? Maybe not, but perhaps that was neither here nor there.
"You want to play, huh?" Out of the forming hierarchy of creatures on the strange island, Aspen was currently nestled comfortably at second. She was stronger and had greater defense than anyone else besides the man she was hunting down himself. For all intents and purposes, she was probably not the woman that you wanted to meet up with. Not that you probably could guess that looking at her. Other than the eye patch and the sadistic calm in her remaining eye, she looked.... normal enough. Small, even, with her icy blonde hair pulled loosely out of her face. She had decided she liked that, the fact that few expected anything out of her.
"And what," she murmured, her voice teasing, "pray tell, do you think we're playing?" She flipped the knife in her hand one last time, before slipping it into her pocket. "I'm dying to know."
