i've lost my soul!

[hawthorne]

night as dark as my thoughts,
sets the scene for my return.

It was pretty dark outside. If i had to guess, it was probably about midnight before the party i was at began to end. I wasn't going to complain, i enjoyed parties that helped me spy on future victims. But tonight's party hadn't exactly went as i planned. I had set my sights on some poor unsuspecting guy that was really good looking.. might i add. and spent the day with him at the party. Flirting like there was no tomorrow. He claimed to be a painter, so being a good sport, i allowed him to paint some lines on my arms and neck. which would explain the random geometric shapes that adorned my pale skin. Unfortunately that happened to take up a lot of time, but got us close enough for a bit of sexual tension. You know, i wouldn't classify myself as a whore, just as someone who loved to have fun. Usually, my fun ended with pain and suffering of the boy who i preyed upon, but tonight didn't get so far as a bit of kissing. Which, to be honest i didn't mind. My makeup was only on the front part of my neck, and as i moved my raven hair off my shoulder a bit, the black ended and a couple of bite marks from him were left. I almost always loved to have a guys mark on me. Definitely some unique 'badges' that lasted for a few days in reminder of my prey. However, he'd have to survive, which highly annoyed me.

So, once i found out he had a wife and that she was bound to be there within minutes, i figured once i saw her, I'd kiss him and then disappear. Ruining relationships was pretty fun, if i didn't ruin a life. I left him a nice dark mark on his jaw which i was sure his wife would notice, and i gathered my jacket and ditched the party. I made my way through the alley. Being a Russian girl of about 5'6, i wasn't worried about anything coming my way. I wasn't afraid of guys trying to take advantage of me. It was just one thing that wouldn't happen. i could survive myself. I was Russian, for one, and for two! It was me. I was part of a cult, i had killed plenty of men. Their marks still very faint but visible on my neck. The darkness surrounding just helped me blend in more. This alley didn't seem safe, but more of a dangerous aura. Which, is what i felt most comfortable in. Instead of taking fast strides to get out of the alley, i walked slow; allowing my gaze to wander the walls of the alley and linger on the shadows in curiosity of what was hiding in them.

I was pretty much always curious about the shadows and what hid in them. It reminded me of when i was little when I'd go find a dark mud puddle and go mother my small frail body with mud and hide in the shadows at night; blending in, just to scare those that lived in my hometown. I wasn't allowed to go back, to see those spots that began to give me my dark nature. They banished me from the town, and they also happened to tell the rehab center here to force me to return there instead of wanting to go back to my home. The psychiatrist there had this issue with me about how if i went back I'd go on more of a rampage than i had when i was ten. It's funny how little these people knew about why i really did what i did. It wasn't for me most of the time. It was for him. The only guy who understood me, my crave of blood. I had a huge blood lust that caused me to prey on men more often than before. Along with my innocent Russian voice which carried a dark side. The dark side that lured those into my claws. Oh what fun it was once i killed them and their blood remained on my arms and body, along with his bite marks along my neck. What luck i had, whichever guy i preyed on always chose to bite. Leaving the marks i carried proudly to glow off my skin in a light like this.

lightning nips at my heels as I race home.

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word count; 733
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
notes; woo for darkness!
the tunes; the thespian - alesana

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[kolt]

Your death is written on paper,
my heart is fueled by hatred...

Let’s talk darkness and light, I was full on the dark side. Don’t ever believed I was on the other team. Every since I was young and my parents were alive. The odds were always against me, if I would have picked something else, I do believe the devil would have made a personal visit to me. Nothing phased me. Never did death. A course when my mother died, I had a slight broken heart. She birthed me, she gave the demon child life. But as for a mother figure never. Maybe that lead to my life of causing death and pain to everyone else. After that, my father killing his self in front of me, oh that was the icing on the cake. Young age I got to feel so in control. As he screamed and yelled and blamed me for everything. From a to z from birth to death and how he cursed me before he ended his life. Freak out? Never. I just stood watching that sweet blood pour out of his vein. Never moved nor get sick. Just watched the dark brown wooden floors be covered in a deep bright red until someone moved. Consular said I was fine, I was placed in a home of family that I only terrorized and threaten. Went to a school that didn’t understand exactly how smart I was. A school that staff tried to contract me, oh what a mistake they made. Everyone wondered what happened to quiet little boy that no one had any trouble with. That was all and act and I was being my self.

Alley ways and dark spots were always fun. Something about terrorizing people just got me in a good mood. Just put a sly smile on the lips of mines. Like any guy, oh how I liked to mess with the ladies. There was a certain few I let the blood sip out of. Not to many. Some was always after the fact. When it came to a guy, I liked knocking down the billy badass ones. I was a stick, so it seem. That’s always just a trick of the eyes. Everyone come in almost every state and some out the country knew who I was and some tried to catch me. Others just said forget about it. I mean, in a way I was helping out. I was cleaning the streets. Not many people wanted to mess with a guy that lead a cult. I didn’t care who or what you were, you crossed my path you didn’t have a chance of living.

Hanging around with a few friends, we drank some, we had a good time. But then it was time for the real fun to happen. Death or sex. Both would make it a fantastic night. Placing a cigarette in-between my lips, I lit it before laughing at something one of the boys said about a girl that passed us. Lets just say that had no taste. Then again, they would get anything that let them get something. Poor them. Walking in the peak of darkness, a course it raised eyebrows. But lets add wearing all black, that should have been a warning to not mess with me. A course, some smart ass cop watching the streets pulled over and got out the car. And the questioning starting. I’ve couldn’t help but to grin as he questioned and I lied with ease. My story seem reasonable, my friend girlfriend was pregnant and she told him that she had cheated on him and he just went crazy. We were cooling him down. When he asked me if I was smart ass I just smiled and nodded and added a ‘yes sir mister officer I am,’ before I walked away. Wasn’t much of anything, since he dared not to follow. Turning down an alley, the click of a heel of sort, echoed through out. Flicking the buds off my cigarette, I walked more into the alley, the others close behind me before the outline of a figure came into view. With the others with me, they seem to drool and want to approach in a rush time manner when it was clear as day it was a female. “Now boys, be gentlemen,” I said stopping and shoving the one to my left with my elbow. I might have sound like I was kidding but I was serious. “And what would your name little miss,” I questioned dropping the cigarette to the ground of the alley. Putting it out with my boot as I glanced to my left and right at the other two with me. Rolling my eyes as they seem so awh struck. Oh how they had so much to learn. My patience was running out with them, so either way they would probably be missing in a few days.

dragging dead bodies up really steep hills.

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word count; 811
outfit;
for; Hawthrone Harka
notes; woo for being pissed! XD
the tunes; Dragging Dead Bodies In Blue Bags Up Really Long Hills - Escape The Fate

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[hawthorne]

you'd be the corpse and I'd be the killer.
i would be the devil and you would be the sinner..

i couldn't have guessed it any better. I knew something in this dark alley would catch my attention or stop me. But hey, for me it was both. I continued to walk, allowing my heels to click loudly against the ground with my slow pace. I was lolly gagging and i loved it. That was, when i came face to face to the wall that had to stop me. I kept a little bit of distance between me and the three guys. More like just barely an arms length away. I listened to what the one in the middle had to say. Making a small mental note of just how cute he was. I bit down on my lip slyly. Smiling gently at him as he asked for my name. "I'm Rose." I said gently, with my bright Russian seductive voice. I refrained from smirking as i noticed the two boys that flanked the one in the middle seem to be stunned. I knew i could do that to many people, but really... i had never actually been face to face with two that were almost drooling over my thin frame. My jacket was slightly parted to reveal my pale skin from underneath. My white skin beginning to hide right after my black and gold corset began. I tilted my head a tiny bit, running a hand through my hair. I rested my hand on my neck for a few, smudging the black paint i carried rather proudly.

I allowed the black to smudge on my fingers some before stepping forth a bit and running the black along the boy on the furthest left. Leaving a couple black marks down his neck slowly, i smirked slightly. "hm, you're a cutie." I murmured, wiping my hand off on his shirt as i moved some to stand in front of the boy who had spoke. "though, i wont lie. you are pretty hot." My Russian accent tainted my seductive voice. I let my blue eyes study his frame before i tilted my head and looked at his face. So i felt like being flirty. What could i say? I leaned back a bit, shifting my balance to my other leg and shoved my hands into my back pocket, my jacket opening a bit more to reveal my pale skin that being paired with the corset, showed plenty of cleavage in a dark alluring way. You see, that was one thing i was good at. Seducing guys was one thing, but apparently making them drool at the sight of me was another thing within my power. Oh the joys.

I let my smirk fade a tiny bit as i played with the lip ring that resided on the center of my full lower lip. I allowed the blue eyes of mine to travel the three before i cleared my throat and took up a normal posture, folding my arms across my chest. Yes, teasing some more. "what are your names?" I resulted in asking, in a more serious note. I was still feeling like being playful. Just curious currently. I'd know their names soon enough and have the joy of teasing them more. I wasn't too sure of the middle one since he happened to carry his facial expressions under control. Hm, much like me in my opinion. The only thing that went passed my eyes that you could see besides a wall hiding my emotions, was the playful gleam of my bright blue eyes. The eyes that resembled much of a feline, as had my gentle approach. The way i walked also resembled much of being cat like. I continued to play with my lip ring as i watched the boy in the middle, being completely fearless.

you'd be the drugs, and i would be the dealer.

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word count; 625
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
notes; BUAHAHAH >D!
the tunes; setting yourself up for sarcasm - get scared

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[kolt]

Your death is written on paper,
my heart is fueled by hatred...

Watching her flirt with the other two, I just shook my head. Seriously, they had to go if they couldn’t control their self. Listening to her talk, I nodded as I looked over at my guys. Following their eyes to her chest, I looked down grinning some before looking back up at her. Play the sexy girl, sure that gets you a lot of places. Dead and alive but hey, it got people places. Shifting my weight, I crossed my arms as I looked her over. She was tough, not all weak and needed like she was making her self seem. When she asked their names, I quickly unfolded my arms. “Their names are not important,” I quickly spoke before they had a chance to speak. When one went to make a fuss about it, I gave him a look. “They might be missing person A and missing person B soon,” I said glancing at them both very serious shut the hell up look before smacking them behind the head . Their heads fell low and they didn’t lift and eye to even look at her any more. I had a sort tolerance of patience and well they pushed me. The littlest thing would push me over most of the time. “You are quite lovely Miss Rose,” I said with a nod. My blue eyes starring back at her. Seducing me, oh it didn’t work and I sure in the hell wouldn’t drool over any one. “Alejandro is my name,” I said lying so bad but did she know that. No. Was anyone going to hell different? No. If they did, they wouldn’t be around for long. I would find out. Watching her, I pushed my hands into my pockets. My eyes scanning over her once more before stopping at her face. “So, for such a lovely girl, what are you doing out so late and alone,” I questioned. Curious, yes but also just being nice and sweet. Something I played so good.

dragging dead bodies up really steep hills.

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word count; 333
outfit;
for; Hawthrone Harka
notes; Just half evil.
the tunes; Dragging Dead Bodies In Blue Bags Up Really Long Hills - Escape The Fate

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[hawthorne]

the noose ties around your neck,
you're a liar, baby.

Smiling at the two that were getting in trouble because of me, i turned my gaze to the boy that was called Alejandro.. supposedly. He seemed to be pretty smart, so if he was anything like me, he would have given out a fake nickname. Was i lying when i said Rose? Only partially. I mean, every rose has their thornes. Oh, i was evil. In a quick witty type of way. I couldn't help but smile at how his name reminded of some pop stars song. I had to listen to these songs while stuck in rehab. The stupid little workers believed that if i learned and listened some recent music, it would help me fit in easier.. Oh, it helped me fit in. "Alejandro, hm?" I grinned some. "Don't call my name." I messed around with him, smirking some at the end before shrugging to his last comment. "Me walking around alone isn't unusual, doll. I like the danger, i take the risks of walking alone. Trust me, i can handle it." I murmured some, becoming completely serious. I was still feeling pretty flirty, but the one in the center. Alejandro, seemed to be the one who wanted the two at his sides to shut up. I folded my arms across my chest once more out of pure fun and show, gazing at him with a small raised eyebrow. I allowed a few moments of pause, to shake my head a little so that the wind could ruffle me a bit. it ran up and danced along my raven colored hair causing it to ripple with the pounds of the wind. I allowed my bright blue gaze to connect with his own blue ones. Keeping everything hidden but a strong yet flirty nature. My Russian stature was very prominent on my body. The clouds parted above to reveal a bright full moon; causing my skin to become even paler and my eyes to be even bluer.

a liar at your best.

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word count; 328
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
notes; almost D:
the tunes; dear eliza - vampires everywhere!

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[kolt]

Ignoring what we've felt,
Overlooking what we've done.

Listening to her, I shrugged some with a grin on my lips. Knowing exactly what song she was talking about, I was around many different type of people. You learned a lout. “I probably can get you to call mine,” I commented. Flicking my tongue over my lip ring, I glanced up at the sky before back at her. She was a nice looking girl. That didn’t bother me any more. Made it quiet interesting when they tried to seduce me. It was like I had a shield from that stuff. Or possible, I was the only smart guy other there that could brush it off and play that same game. Looking over at the guys, I made sure they were complete gentlemen and made sure they didn’t glance at her. “No one ever said you couldn’t handle it,” I spoke politely the tone so deep and playful. “I’m just shocked I haven’t ran into you before.” I was more than sure the certain front she had up wasn’t really an act. She was truly tough. Oh how it made the game so much more challenging. So much more exciting. “So Miss Rose, how about hanging out with a couple of guys,” I questioned. The other two attention was caught as they looked over at me. “I promise, we’ll play nice.” Did I play nice with anyone? Never ever. It sounded good. It was sometimes believable. I was to much of a professional at lying. Just the way my words rolled off my tongue with ease and with out thinking. Waiting on her answer, I moved the bangs from in front my eyes before pulling out another cigarette. Lighting it up, I took a drag before blowing out smoke. “Unless you are scared,” I said titling my head slightly at her. Placing the stick of poison in-between my lips. The sly smirk of mine dancing back on. I liked taunting people, pushing their buttons and all that. It gave me that warm fuzzy feeling.

No awkward silences, no hiding any truths.

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word count; 334
outfit;
for; Hawthrone Harka
notes;Randomness!
the tunes;Baby, You Wouldn't Last A Minute On The Creek -Chiodos

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[hawthorne]

the noose ties around your neck,
you're a liar, baby.

I laughed when I heard his reply. I bit down on my lip some and caught his eye again. I slightly ignored his second comment. "Yeah? You wanna try that theory? Oh, and I like to stick to the woods." I smirked and tilted my head a bit. My attire making me seem like a porcelain doll. Biting down on my lip I heard what he said after. "hmm. Sure, why not? You know, you don't have to play nice. And I'm anything but scared, babe." I murmured, watching him light up a cigarette. It slightly made me crave one. Biting down on my lip, I unfolded my arms and reached into the breast pocket of my leather jacket. Pulling out a cancer stick of my own, I pulled a matchbook out and pulled the last match stick out. Did I like lighters? No, not particularly. I didn't want a lighter on my body incase my victims retaliated. I tossed the empty match stick into the crevace of the alley after striking the match up and lighting my own cigarette. I dropped the match which was still lit, and put it out with my heel. Taking a drag and exhaling the smoke, I flicked some ashes off the edge while watching him. "you got anything in mind, boy?" My russian voice purred from my throat.

a liar at your best.

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word count; ---
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
notes; I'm mobileee.
the tunes; dear eliza - vampires everywhere!

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[kolt]

Ignoring what we've felt,
Overlooking what we've done.

Listening to her reaction, I smiled and gave a nod. Don’t ever ask me if I wanted to test something. A course the answer would be yes. “Sure do Miss. Maybe later on tonight,” I commented as I glanced at the other two near me. Anything in mind? Did she asked that? I always had something on my mind. Never good but it always worked. Flicking the buds off my toxic stick, I nodded at the others who walked towards the front of the alley. Oh how my boys actually knew how to take an order and not question anything. About time they learned something. “Maybe, depends what comes around as this night goes by,” I said before offering her a hand. A sweet innocent sort of smile played on my lips before I placed my cigarette between them.

No awkward silences, no hiding any truths.

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word count;
outfit;
for; Hawthrone Harka
notes;Lazyness!
the tunes;Baby, You Wouldn't Last A Minute On The Creek -Chiodos

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[hawthorne]

the noose ties around your neck,
you're a liar, baby.

I raised an eyebrow in a playful way and just kept a small smirk that played on my lips. I took a drag off my cigarette and exhaled through my nose, turning my gaze to the end of the alley as the two guys he was with headed that way. I pulled my vision away from them and returned it to Alejandro as he spoke and then offered his hand. I flipped the lip ring i wore on my lower lip back and forth and just nodded. I knew that line all too well. Being a little night owl of my own, i often thought that while leaning against a tree in complete and utter boredom just waiting for something and someone to talk by. I flicked some of the ash off my cancer stick and slid my own hand into his, and biting down on my lower lip some before smirking. I allowed my blue gaze to take his own before i tilted my head once more. "next time wanna share one?" I smirked, teasing in a sexy way about sharing a cigarette. My voice was playful as i spoke and let the Russian heritage of mine taint every word i expressed.

a liar at your best.

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word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
notes; --
the tunes; dear eliza - vampires everywhere!

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[kolt]

Ignoring what we've felt,
Overlooking what we've done.

Now what I had in mine, I wasn’t completely sure what I had on my mind. My thoughts were usually scrabbled and all mixed up. At the moment I craved entertainment. A dark evil bloody gore entertainment. Something that you would only see in horror movie that seem so unrealistic. That was the life of mine. A horror movie and I was the killer no one could catch or would dare to catch. Feeling her hand in my, my blue eyes seem to light up in a way, but for different reasons. Looking her over, I ran my thumb over the top of her knuckles. A soft gentle manner before a sly smirk danced across my lips. Glancing back at the others, I whistled, catching their attention. When they looked over, I nodded. Watching them walk towards us, I inhaled the smoke in the cigarette, holding the smoke in my lungs. Feeling it dance around before exhaling it. Whispering my idea, they nodded before going back to regard their post. Miss Rose said she wasn't scared of anything. For the most part she looked like she had a tad evil in her. Now to see if she was as hard ass as she made her self seem. Holding the cancer stick between my fingers, I smiled over at her. “How about a game of cat and mouse,” I question my bright blue looking into hers. My black bangs hiding them slightly before I moved them. Keeping her hand in mine, I continued to rub my thumb over the top of hand. It was flirty side of me coming out. Something that showed through a lot in the presents of the ladies. In all fact, they were good for one thing only. That was fun. “You play the cat and the first guy to come down here is the mouse. No mouse can live.” I explained before grinning. “No saying no because that would make you scared.” Flashing a grin, I glanced back hearing the click of shoes along the sidewalk. Thing was, most people wouldn’t come down the alley. No one smart would really. Anything can happen in an alley when its dark out. Really, they had no choice. One way or another, they were walking into it and down it. No one would really see and that person would never come out. Alive, nope. Dead, yes. So maybe I was a sick twisted bastard. Hell, it made my life interesting and such great free entertainment. .

No awkward silences, no hiding any truths.

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word count; 416
outfit;
for; Hawthrone Harka
notes;Hell if I know
the tunes;Baby, You Wouldn't Last A Minute On The Creek -Chiodos

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[hawthorne]

horror choked the crowd,
faces turned to white,

I listened to what he had to say, shaking my head playfully and laughing. "Awe, baby. that's easy." I grinned some, and squeezed his hand gently, smirking, and pulling my hand out of his. It took awhile but in that time, i managed to think up a plan. I smirked when i heard some feet shuffle and a dark figure move down the alley. His entire presence was tense, which made me sure that it was a male. I made my way to the near edge of the alley where the two guys were so that it seemed like i had just made it down the alley. I purposely stepped wrong in the heel and made my right heel crack off, as i let out a purposeful gasp. The figure ahead of me seemed to be closer to me now, as i took a gentle time before attempting to 'trip'. The figure seemed about in his twenties, probably one of those college kids that was desperate to get a girl. I allowed him to brace me from falling as i smiled thankfully up at him. "Oh, thank you so very much.." I spoke so innocently. It almost seemed as though i wasn't the Rose that Alejandro happened to know. I listened to him say you're welcome and set me back up right. "Its just.. such a dark alley and all.. i need to get to the other side and i was rushing.. I'd hate to be a bother, but could you help me?" I asked the figure who nodded, seeming to be happy that he was talking to a girl dressed like a slut but was so innocent like me. we began to walk, and he had his arm around me. I looked ahead to the area that he came from, glancing in the shadows to Alejandro, slyly, before pretending to trip again and falling back into the wall; pulling the boy with me, pressing him against me in the game i was all too good at playing. I smiled slightly, noticing as he blushed brightly and smiled. "I'm sorry..." I let my Russian tainted voice slur. He just shrugged but stayed pressed against me. I figured I'd go with the drunk girl, and allowed the flash of uncertainty to run through my eyes. I wasn't feeling uncertain; it was just part of the act. I leaned up some and he met me about 1/4Th the way, kissing me gently. I returned the kiss though, reaching up with my arms and tightening them round his neck, pulling him closer to me. We were in the light still, but it was very faint. Just enough for Alejandro and his two guys to see. I turned us around, so that he was against the wall and murmured some very quiet things to him, sexily, that only he could hear. i ran my hands down his body slowly, taking a hand to reach into my pocket and pulling out the little knife i carried around. I didn't have my nails with me currently. So i kept the kiss going as i opened the knife slowly. "My.. you are a great kisser... its almost a shame.." I lied against his lips. He wasn't terrible, but he wasn't the best either. I dragged the tip of the knife up his body with my other hand, almost like it was my nails. That is, until i reached his throat and smirked, biting down on his lower lip some. He didn't have any complaints. I took my chance and pressed the knife to his throat, pressing it in deep and sliding it across. It was way too deep and fatal for him, for sure. I pulled away a bit, keeping him against the wall until he was for sure dead; just keeping my mouth pressed to his for the quietness it supplied. I then pulled back from him, allowing him to fall to the ground in the dark shadows where no one would dare look at any time of day or night. The black lines that lined my neck were now hidden by the dark yet luxurious scent and color of blood. What a much more comfortable body paint.. I stepped out of my heels; not caring that i broke one for this game, and walked back over to where i had originally stood next to Alejandro. The lifeless body staying limp still in the shadows. I let my blue gaze travel over to him once more; wiping my hand along my chest and moving the blood around all the more.

glowing in the night.

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word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
notes; woohoo for damn evilness >D
the tunes; dear eliza - vampires everywhere!

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[kolt]

Ignoring what we've felt,
Overlooking what we've done.

Watching her perform her ritual of the kill from the shadows, I couldn't help but to smirk and shake my head. My mind critiqued every single thing she did. From the start to the finish. How I found it so amusing that she was flirty and all so touchy sexual with them. Wasn't that giving them pleasure? Was that letting them die happy? They should died terrorized and frighten. Make them suffer. Yes I was one twisted son of a bitch. As she walked back over to me, I clapped. Did I like her performance? Yes, because someone died. That's it. The clap wasn't meant to be like woohoo good job. It was more of a mocking clap. Like you did but... Looking down at her I grinned before folding my hands together. "That was nice but that's was soft," I spoke before letting my hands slide into my pockets. Stepping closer to her, I chewed over my lip ring keeping my eyes on her, a smirk still planted. Grabbing her hips I quickly pushed her back to the wall, placing her hands above her head and holding them there. Staying close to her so she couldn't use her legs as a way of defense. Taking her own knife, I fiddled with it between my fingers. Smiling I looked at her in the eyes. "It would be so easy for a person to take over the situation they way you work," I spoke before gently putting the edge of the knife against her chest, trailing it down, it not making a cut yet, before I spoke once again. "Plus they die happy and all sexual. No terror no nothing and you call your self tough. You have a big eye opener staying around these parts miss." Speaking I slide the knife back up her stomach and chest. Pressing it against her neck, I only smiled, holding it there.

No awkward silences, no hiding any truths.

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word count; 318
outfit;
for; Hawthrone Harka
notes; Yays I proud for my replied typed on my phone.
the tunes;Baby, You Wouldn't Last A Minute On The Creek -Chiodos

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[hawthorne]

but i've seen how they tear you apart.
the alcohol, the cutlery, the words that cripple;

Listening to him, i just kept my guard down a slight amount. Allowing him to pin me to the wall, and pin my arms up. I just tilted my head a slight amount out of amusement. "Mhm. I'm aware. You never said it had to be tough; you just said no one could live. My way of doing things is just playing innocent. As you saw.." I felt him press my knife to my skin, just listening to what it was that he was saying. The smile just still sticking to my face. "I also never said i was tough. So? let them die all 'romanced up' its rare when i find one that fights that back." My voice was seductive still, keeping the gentle smile on my Russian face. My high cheekbones illuminating all the more. The way he was seeming to debate whether or not to press the knife to my throat. I just shrugged slightly, staying pinned down. "Go on. Cut me. I actually like that." I smiled, pressing myself a bit more off the wall and toward him. Not to try and get away, but to prove my statement. I lifted my chin a bit, my smile fading but into something more of a happy sensation as i felt the knife slice my skin a bit and my blood begin to drip down and mix with my victims. My blue eyes half open and gazing at him, awaiting to see his reaction. "You know, since all suffering is sweet to me." I let my Russian painted voice purr from my throat. My voice vibrating against the knife a bit more.

and whispers that sting.

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word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
notes; I AM PROUD OF YOU x]
the tunes; because all suffering is sweet to me - envy on the coast

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[kolt]

Ignoring what we've felt,
Overlooking what we've done.

Grinning, I laughed some before moving the nice from her skin. Tucking it back into where she once had it. A different plan of actions came into mind. Believe me so, someone was getting hurt tonight. But in an odd, twisted way. Staying close to her, I glanced my eyes towards the opening of the alley before whistling. Looking back at her, I smiled to her in the dimmed light. All I had to do was wait for idiot one and two to get close enough see. ”I actually think I like you,” I grinned. Listening to the footsteps, I counted out the steps in my head and judged the distance of sight before pressing my lips to hers. Letting her hands go, I pulled away before turning to look at the other two. Who more less froze in their tracks. The look in their eyes said enough that I was starting to tick them off. All what I wanted.

No awkward silences, no hiding any truths.

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word count;
outfit;
for; Hawthrone Harka
notes; BLAH!
the tunes;Baby, You Wouldn't Last A Minute On The Creek -Chiodos

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[hawthorne]

promise i'll be kind.
but i wont stop until that boy is mine.

Smirking some, i felt him move the blade and stick it back into my pocket. I slightly frowned some, hating the fact that he pulled the knife away. Danger, i wanted some. Hell, i wouldnt even care to get hurt badly or not. The thought made me slightly smile as he stayed close to me and whistled for the two to come near. He then spoke to me and i cocked my eyebrow up a tiny bit, getting a tiny amount slightly understanding what he was doing. I had this feeling that he didn't really like me, but more of a jealousy factor. I could help with this, i was sure. I lightly began to kiss him back before he pulled away. I caught the frozen movements of the others before i slightly moved my body and rested them on his chest some, knowing that the two were staring but staying so, so he could talk to or do whatever; as long as i wasn't in the way to the other two. I used a delicate hand and brushed some of his hair to the side before kissing his neck gently, smirking and going along with him. Playfully biting very softly, just to get the two to be overly jealous. the blood from my victim still covering my body. He was taller than me, which i didn't mind. It only made me pull away some and tilt my head smirking, clearing my throat a bit and taking a gentle casual breath. "da? , chto kak raz delaet vas bolyee seksualʹnym.." I smirked slightly and gazed up at him in a flirty way. My Russian language just pouring from my lips like a sweet tasting venom. I had spoken loud enough for the other two to hear. Now in all honesty, i didn't know if they would understand me at all. Which allowed me to have a bit of confident fun. I kept my hands at his chest.

baby you'll be famous.

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word count; --
outfit; HERE.
for; Kolt Kicker.
translation; da? , chto kak raz delaet vas bolyee seksualʹnym. --- yeah? that just makes you sexier.
notes; SHORTNESS!
the tunes; paparazzi - lady gaga

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