rawuncured
/ u also wanna cb & specify here sooo soo bad
rawuncured
rawuncured
/ if i rlly wanted to super villain ify her i could give her the like ‘ purging and fixing ‘ agenda where she literally starts making thousands of ppl sick/killing hundreds etc or bringing back pandemics or epidemics for the purpose of like.. making the human race/the planet better after deciding that everyone’s horrible (in summary)
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/ i.e like the plague.. she’d bring back the plague or make her own variant yk type shit
pawretched
do you need any help with that?
bloodlett
.. can i help you ?
bloodlett
[ she stepped back cautiously but didn't leave, ] i would .. if i could but i have someone to meet. you don't get in my way and i won't get in yours.
rawuncured
@bnnuys * keep walking, lady * he took the appearance of a towering, haggard, scraggly looking man for the night, the shadows of the street doing the dirty work that the bass in his voice and his clothing couldn’t. although he had approached the woman, almost grabbed her actually, it took him all of two seconds up close and personal to realize she wasn’t his target. any girl with any sense would walk away at this time of night. had he been in a different body, he would’ve*
moonsmade
don't make me come in there.
heartrots
that’s concerning.
/ weird specification but you know what i vibe with it
rawuncured
@decairs * no. is it a crime to look for my stuff? maybe my wallet’s the thing i tossed * reaching deep into the bag she recently unearthed, refusing to be deterred from her objective. she could sense there was tissue in this one though it’d died already a long time ago. hopefully where that came from, there’d be bone. that’s what she needed. *
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[ he crossed his arms, unimpressed with the other. their demeanour as well as their clearly bullshit answer. ] right. you don’t happen to have any identification on you, do you?
rawuncured
@decairs * .. i accidentally threw something important away. * a lie, but there were very few unsuspicious reasons to be digging through the garbage bins behind a police department. * / why ty
bloodlett
you .. have surprisingly good taste in furniture.
bloodlett
[ she leans down to gently scratch the ginger cat's head, letting her own shake. ] water is good.
rawuncured
@ofgraves * mhm, they all use to be strays. jumpy little things * as if on queue, a small striped ginger cat crawls from under the the couch, approaching the new person cautiously, sniffing & pawing at her legs * do you want something to drink? there’s water. wine too, if you’re into day drinking.
rawuncured
* cb & specify if u want
rawuncured
/ another excerpt from twitter.
eleven days isolation, eight without food, twenty shifts a day. a carcass lay in the corner of her flat approaching the end of rigor mortis, limbs bound. the noisy neighbor with liver disease, skin pale from death, jaundiced due to the deprivation of his meds. the day she killed him she hollowed him out, dissected him, put his liver in a jar on a shelf leveled with her line of sight, its own afflicted pedestal. after she was satisfied with her study, she found herself overrun with a feeling she did not recognize, her own sick version of guilt. for hours she sat in a corner, unable to identify what was happening, detaching from herself completely. couldn’t understand the difference between the thing who’d bend the knee at a gesture & the woman who had class the next morning, the one who promised the elderly man across the hall she’d get his groceries three nights ago. the days following were spent pacing the apartment in a daze, never keeping the same body for longer than two hours, physicality ever changing to accommodate her inability to discern what was herself. occasionally she’d dare to look in the mirror, staring until her features began to distort, until her mouth drooped to the point of sagging down her chin, until the whites of her eyes pooled down to the apples of her cheeks. switch face, start all over again. her cats, briefly forgotten, fed upon the open corpse before it began to decay. plants, unwatered for several weeks now, wilting and leaving crumpled brown leaves in every corner. the woman fleetingly undone by a morbid desire to learn.
calavity
whose your friend ?
rawuncured
@karnivoras * mike or.. michael. he’s here to fix my router & steal my food, don’t mind him.