I'd kill for you and eat the flesh.
Who: Ada, Matt, whoever or whatever they come across (Open)
Where: On Mello's trail
When: Today
Summary: Ada accompanies Matt to get Mello back, come hell or high water.
Rating: TBA
Mello was known for being the trigger-happy one. But for at least today, that honor was going to the redhead. The Shadow Creeper was mid-leap when Matt pulled the trigger, returning the monster to the tainted particles that it was formed from.
"Mutts that fuckin' ugly need to be put to sleep." He's changed his mind about being a dog person. Matt glanced over at Ada, but he kept moving. He was pissed for reasons he couldn't even begin to explain. No one pulls Mello's strings. Other people dance for him. That's how it is. Or at least, how it should be.
"What I wouldn't give for a smoke." He muttered sourly. He'd lost most of his nicotine stash when their place and the surrounding area was smashed into sawdust and rose petals. He'd been chewing on the corner of his bottom lip and has been tasting copper for awhile as a result. Some of the blood didn't get washed away by his tongue. It trickled down his chin, forcing him to wipe it away with the back of his glove.
Everything he did or said was with an undertone of seething anger. "What's going on here Ada? How's Mello being controlled? What's this shit about 'joining' and 'us'?" It was like one of those bad zombie movies. One of us...come be one of us...
Where: On Mello's trail
When: Today
Summary: Ada accompanies Matt to get Mello back, come hell or high water.
Rating: TBA
Mello was known for being the trigger-happy one. But for at least today, that honor was going to the redhead. The Shadow Creeper was mid-leap when Matt pulled the trigger, returning the monster to the tainted particles that it was formed from.
"Mutts that fuckin' ugly need to be put to sleep." He's changed his mind about being a dog person. Matt glanced over at Ada, but he kept moving. He was pissed for reasons he couldn't even begin to explain. No one pulls Mello's strings. Other people dance for him. That's how it is. Or at least, how it should be.
"What I wouldn't give for a smoke." He muttered sourly. He'd lost most of his nicotine stash when their place and the surrounding area was smashed into sawdust and rose petals. He'd been chewing on the corner of his bottom lip and has been tasting copper for awhile as a result. Some of the blood didn't get washed away by his tongue. It trickled down his chin, forcing him to wipe it away with the back of his glove.
Everything he did or said was with an undertone of seething anger. "What's going on here Ada? How's Mello being controlled? What's this shit about 'joining' and 'us'?" It was like one of those bad zombie movies. One of us...come be one of us...