Sweet Enough To Kill [Adam/Ceal; Ask To Join]

Fri Dec 29, 2017 6:16 pm

SIMPLY HUMAN

SIMPLY ADAM

Sweet Enough To Kill [Adam/Ceal; Ask To Join] 6EdIfMt

Song: Hacked Chara Arrives - Artist: FrostFM

Sleeping, eating and drinking with the enemy. It's an insane thing to do, but when has Adam ever been in his right fucking mind? Never. That's when. So it's why he wanders the streets of a barren, snowy and awfully frigid Detriot to observe the creatures who live here. Everyone from the peace drinking idiots who love the enslavement they are under, to the rebel with a cause doing their damnest to fight against their believe-to-be Shadow Fall oppressors.

Oh yes, it was all so interesting to take in and all the more easy for our bundle of joy that is Adam to recruit for The Monsuta. So as the sight of the blood moon settled on this frigid snowy scene, the crimson eyes of our humble little terrorist could only gleam over with a content as he took time to enjoy a sip of warm coffee with one too many friggin' mounds of sugar, cream and everything nice that makes him as sweet as can be.

Where was he to go from here? It was an honest question he had to pose to himself as he seemed to be hitting a snag of sorts with the Monsuta. Sure, he was full of himself, but he honestly expected to be further along with his plans than where he was. So, that meant he needed to think on his ass, push himself and keep spreading his charm, wonder and awe to the world to inspire others to his cause. It was going to be the only way to get this miserable faction off the ground.

So, with another guzzle of his coffee, the wintry breeze blew past the male's oak hair as he took a moment to lose himself in this cold, contemplate and think.....before the sounds of someone approaching came to his senses.

With a lighthearted chuckle, the male let out a soft voice and rolled his right index finger in the air:

"If you have come to sign my autograph or something, make sure you have a pen paper and I'll make your wildest wishes come true, stalker~"

Of course he was certain something was following or stalking him along the way of his contemplative thoughts, but this mixture of foulness and warmth wasn't phased m uch by it. After all: he's an underground pillar of a terrorist faction. If someone wasn't looking to kill him, then CLEARLY he is doing something wrong not to garner that type of attention.

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Fri Jan 12, 2018 6:23 pm

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Detroit, the City of ancient vehicular technology. What brought her here? Why did she feel the desire to come here? To be fair, it was only a couple hundred miles from her birth town. This area of America she knew well. She had visited here a few times, as a kid. Before everything went to hell. Before her live was turn upside down. Those times held fondly within her, held closely to her core person.

They were also the same memories that made her bitter, angry. They made her hate.

It was an emotion that came to her all too often, lately. She quickly became familiar with it. The girl who could not hate a single person before, the girl who held love and peace so close to her heart. That girl was beginning to hate.

Shut in her own mind, she ventured the streets of the bustling city. It was miraculous how people seemed to exist in blissful ignorance. They'd go on about their dreary day. Maybe the color was already gone from their lives. Maybe the vibrant hues all faded to black in the end for these people, too, just like her.

Still, she seethed, walking with no direction, purpose. Her hate needed a direction, her frustration needed a target; Someone like that Alex person. It may have been her fault, but he handled it like a real thug.

In her self reflection, she hadn't realized her aimless wanderings had her tailing another, not until this person spoke out to her at least. At first, it was hard to register that he had spoken to her. With chromatic eyes that flickered between an emerald green and a viscious crimson, she slowly shifted her gaze to star at him. Bags under her eyes showed of a girl who had not much sleep in the recent weeks. They were darkened and her eyelids drooped lazily, like she might have been half asleep. However it was more true that she was simply exhausted, emotionally, mentally, physically. Her nightmares had no end, they perpetuated on through her dreams, her waking hours even. They did not cease, they did not end, they did not stop.

She did not reply to his words. Such a comment did not warrant a reaction, right? Clearly he was wrong, and even as she furrowed her brow in a mild irritation, she did not care to strike up a conversation with him. Indeed, she had not been in a talkative mood, especially not lately.

But calling her a stalker, though? Who did he think he was, to say some ridiculous baseless accusation such as that. Alas, that was the day we lived in. The day when walking down a street or an alleyway could bring you into the stalker archetype. What nonsese.

With a click of her tongue, Ceal put her hands in the pockets of her coat, closing her eyes and continued walking. Her face turned away from him as she moved past, her gait slow and deliberate, like she had heard what he said and deliberately ignored it.

”....Wish?” She finally said finally. It had taken her so long to reply it would almost seem like she had no intention of doing so. ”Those have expired,” She finished, her tone thick with venom. For her or for him, who knew?

Wed Jan 17, 2018 2:02 am

SIMPLY HUMAN

SIMPLY ADAM

Song: uradori - Artist: Mogeko Castle

Hmmmmmmmm? Was his stalker short on words? Seems she was rather shy and that made the likes of the tiny terrorist give out a small, but cheery laugh as he turned around to meet the blonde hair, gem-eyed vixen before him. With a few glances of his crimson eye, Adam could already tell the aura of the woman seemed -- off. Her body was stiff as a catholic nuns ass, the words in which she uttered out were heavy like a mouthbreathing basement dweller and it appeared as if she was ready to pile drive an innocent little baby with her raging fist if left to her own devices.

So, to further indulge in uncovering the mystery behind this woman's shit mood, Adam could only give a non-caring shrug and utter this question out to her:

"Gifted speaker, aren't we? Tell me, what has expired? Your will to live....or my life? Curious minds are dying to know over here."

Still carefree as usual, the male bridged the gap between the two so that he could shake her hand, initiate physical touch and begin with a clear greeting. After all: what did he have to fear than fear itself? The man was working on borrowed time, so he was free to take as many risky actions as he so chose to. Which, in this instance, meant making a proper introduction to some batshit insane stalker on the verge of having some kind of shitfit.

"Your adorable companion for the evening is named Adam, if you were ever wondering. What's your name, miss?"

There was a wink of his right eye before he added extra bit to his question:

"And what seems to be bothering you? You look like you are on the verge of committing a mass genocide over there. Care to sit in my desk and tell Dr.Adam about it?"

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Fri Mar 23, 2018 3:02 am

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She could tell that he was thinking deeply, criticizing, scrutinizing. It was obvious. From the moment he turned she noticed it. The question was, would she care? Could she? She thought she'd kept her ire well concealed, but it seems that is something she would have to reassess. It was hard, though. The ever presence aura of that accursed seal could not be suppressed, not for any real length of time, anyway. Try as she might, she did not have the kind of focus to stop it from affecting her mood, affecting her mind. The bestial rage it threatened her with, a killer intent so strong that it made her queasy. She could remember it never used to always be this way. Closer to the time where she had just gotten the seal, it didn't affect her to this degree. Could it be that it was growing stronger? It's influence over her becoming more powerful with each use?

That had to be it of course, but what choice did she have? It was too late for her.

She averted his gaze and clicked her tongue at his berating comment, jamming her left hand in her pocket and bringing up her right hand to draw upon a muffler. It had been a chilly night.

”Like I have any obligation to tell you about me,” She said softly, yet trying to make it sound aggressive, standoffish. ”I'm just taking a walk,”[/b] She finished. Truth be told, he had gotten much closer to the truth than was comfortable to her: Her will to live.

She already felt like a girl who was long since dead, spending time that was not hers alive in this world. She should have been dead. She should have died three times now. Yet, here she remained, suffering with her past tormenting her as her nightmares drove her insane, little by little. It was harrowing, to say the least. How much could she endure before she finally did snap?

Regardless, despite her refusal to answer her question, he still skipped the distance between them, letting out his hand in greeting. She exhaled slowly as she glanced at it, before looking away again. Could he not see the seething aura, the killing intent apparent in her body language? No, no of course he did, so what exactly was he going for? What was his purpose to indulge this silly and seemingly pointless conversation? Before she knew it, she had withdrawn her hand intending to shake his hand regardless. Yet, her hand stopped in mid motion as she noticed the familiar prickling feeling of that tainted electricity, a black bolt arcing, coiling around her forearm. Sheepishly, she put her hand back in her pocket.

Sorry.... I can't, she said, referring to his handshake, I'm not very good at control, I would hurt you,” She continued, her voice soft, yet nervous. Clearly she wasn't used to not being able to control her own abilities at the very least. Her soul had grown so chaotic lately that it had become harder and harder to do so. So much energy teeming within her threatened to burst out at any degree of emotional stimuli. It seems that now it even threatened through touch. She was dangerous, but she couldn't help it. She was losing her will to fight against it.

”...Ceal, Ceal Maxwell.” There was a long pause before she answered. It's not like her name really mattered anymore right. When you start to lose your humanity, what are names if not designations? Anything could work for that, anything far less human sounding. Heh, she really was losing it.

”Bothering me?” Of course it obvious, why was she even attempting to play stupid. With a pause, she sighed, a defeated expression showing on her face as she closed her eyes, ”Why? Why would you even care enough to know? Besides, it's a long story. So very long that I long for the ending,”

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