nobody's home but you.

[candlejack]

you are back home! yay!

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fave: aspen | least: kulshedra

[lmaoherlife]

[ Does she even have a favourite person? No, I don't think so. Maybe Aspen? Not favourite, but it's the best she knows. Which is saying a lot, ha. Good people are a no-no for her, because they freak her out, bad people are sort of okay, but she doesn't really like either.

Whatever. Just going to be in that corner, hiding like a pussy. ]

[poisongames]

You know, it really is embarrassingly pathetic when you do that.

[lmaoherlife]

[ Embarrassingly pathetic is the basis of her personality.

She looks up to Kulshedra and winces, hugging her knees to her chest, tired and exhausted and dirty and all those lovely things Sasha ends up as if she's not ordered around to fix them. ]

S-Sorry.

[poisongames]

Shut up.

[She recognizes this place. The home of the little girl whose parents she killed... and where Fenrad met his death.

Nothing of value was lost.]

What are you doing here?

fave: emilia • least: roma

[typeright]

( Everything's been wrong since she woke up and the other side of the bed was cold. The book Em was reading isn't on the bedside, nor are her morning vitamins that need to be taken a certain length of time before eating. Jules knows all about them, because she got them, spent a stupidly long time deliberating the right brand for Em. They aren't there, and the bed is cold, and when Jules rushed through the apartment, she couldn't find anything of hers, or hear her cooking.

So she's curled up on the coach, with a bottle of vodka, sobbing. Everything is wrong. She hates everything. )

[lamandibula]

[ You know what could make her hate things even more? A tall, brooding figure in a dark corner of her house, smile on his face, a smile that stretches too much skin. ]

[typeright]

( She doesn't notice him. Not at first, because she's taking a swig of the vodka, face contorting a little at the taste, because Vijay has apparently tried to infuse it with something. Normally hilarious, but today it's another stupid thing that she's hating.

Finally, her head drops back on the couch, eyes pressed shut for a moment before she opens them. ) Fuck!

( Yep. She spots him, and is immediately pulling herself back up on the couch. )

[lamandibula]

[ Dressed in black, it almost as if he mends with the shadows of the place, that somehow appear to be even thicker around him. But when she spots him, Romazvhir just stares at her with his disturbingly wide smile, hands in his pockets. ]

My, my, I am flattered to be invited. [ He isn't, because he couldn't give a shit about humans feelings regarding him unless it's all about the fear.

So he walks forward, making sure he never leaves her eyes, making sure she is so terrified she isn't going to move from her spot. He sits down on the couch next to her and leans closer, a hand reaching for her face and gently brushing her hand away. ]

Why are you crying like someone broke your heart? [ His tone suggests his worried, concerned about her feelings, even interested, but he isn't. He just wants to know because he loves seeing humans like that, all broken inside. ]

favourite: jeremy | least: any other monster

[tricklesdown]

[ Whenever Teagan is going through her angry stages, her whole manner of being seems to change. All her habits and quirks seem to turn on their head. She sleeps on the edge of the bed, arms underneath the pillow, perfectly still when she would otherwise be rolling, fidgeting in lively dreams of nothingness, curling up close to anyone who might be nearby. There is nothing she'd dislike more, today, than to have to deal with or touch anyone. ]

meow

[capableof]

[that's too bad, because Xesirit is tracing a finger down her back.]

o-oh

[tricklesdown]

[ Teagan wakes sharply, roughly rolling her shoulders in protest to the strange, foreign touch. She rolls off the bed inelegantly, stumbling away slightly, still groggy from sleep. Her head is throbbing horrendously, and she stares irritably at the figure in her bed. ]

Who on earth are you, and what are you doing here?

[ Her voice is flat and cold. ]

[capableof]

[She leans to one side with a smile, amused, playful, vicious. Xesirit is watching the other hybrid intently, gaze going from her scarred face to the end of her legs.]

I'm just having a little fun...

favourite: bath/durham | least: cambridge

[mustbereasons]

[ Pillow over his head, and he's out like a light. Mornings are the worst. Mornings symbolically imply that you ought to get up, that you have something to get up for, and Oxford generally doesn't feel that way about his life. He likes the evenings better, because they are the opposite to the mornings; people try to forget who they are and try to be someone else. ]

favourite: danny | least: raicho :[

[monstertoy]

[ Adam tries to make himself as small as possible, huddled by the window, his skinny arms wrapped around his bony knees as he listlessly stares outside, though he takes nothing in. ]

[matriotism]

[ And in the girl body! ]

Adam? Where are we? I don't like it here. [ Whine, whine, bitch, moan. ]

[monstertoy]

[ Well isn't this situation a change from the norm... ]

I don't know. [ He turns around to face her, very gently and slowly uncurling himself, as if everything aches. He's also lying; he definitely recognises this place, somewhere in the back of his memories - the first and only place he ever called home. ] Do you want to leave? We can leave.

[matriotism]

[ Not really. ]

[ She scrunches up her nose, looking quite disgruntled. She's stomping around the place, trying to look for things. ]

Where are we? [ So persistent, so annoying. ]