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08 // Action
The violent entrance and dark, amused laughter are hardly typical of Haine, save the occasional moments in battle. The boy that enters the streets of town resembles Haine in appearance only. The wicked smile and occasional dark laugh are someone else entirely. He's shirtless, but hardly seems to notice the cold. His pale skin is smeared and ( Read more... ) -
07 // Action/Accidental Voice
[Haine is feeling mostly better after his weekend in the rainforest. The only outstanding injuries are on his wings, though they appear to be on the mend. Still, it isn't what bothers him most. There's the odd quiet in the house; something he used to appreciate, but now? It's strange. Badou's doorknob never did get fixed and his bed hasn't ( Read more... ) -
06 || Action
[Something suspiciously like the sound of a baseball card in the spokes of a 10-speed bike can be heard in the distance. The noise increasing as the rider nears his destination, streamers in black and grey trailing from the handlebars, a fiery paint-job streaking up the bicycle's black body. Everything about the machine screams edgy and bad to ( Read more... ) -
05 || Action
[Haine has taken matters into his own hands. When he found nowhere around that did in fact do piercings or tattoos, he figured any small, sharp object would do. To be fair, the wings do look pretty badass with the hoops and cuffs and a thin silver chain he found to fill the piercings with. Most of all, he just wanted to stick the bastards that ( Read more... ) -
04 // [voice/action]
Anyone here run a place that does tattoos or piercings, that kind of thing?
[There's a pause. It's irritating to even have to ask, but it's not like they have yellow pages for this stupid town.]
I didn't see anything like that before, so if any of the shops have decent size needles, I guess those would work too.
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03 // Accidental Poetry? [text only, camera is carefully blocked]
There's an angry beast inside me
tearing at MY SOUL
the darkness surrounds me like the wings of an angel of death full of DARKNESS
it eats me up like fresh craft dinner
the poison of synthetic cheese leaking into my very soul
will I ever be free?
No. Because I'm a zombie asshole who eats all the leftovers and never does any fucking housework.
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02 || [action/video]
What-the-fuck-what-the-fuck-what-the-FUCK!?!?!
[The journal clicks on as Haine stumbles through the house in the form of a small girl. Why did it have to be her? A raw scream echoes from the bathroom before a shattering of glass is heard. Shards clatter to the floor just within sight of the book and blood drips over the tile. The girl seems on ( Read more... ) -
01 || Action/Accidental Voice
[The feed starts abruptly, likely a result of a rather sudden awakening and a few moments of stumbling about.]
-I end up dead?
[An obvious sigh.]
Right. Guess it wouldn’t be.
[A pause, followed by the sound of his footsteps crunching on pavement as he starts walking around the outskirts of town, observing the others as they go about their business ( Read more... ) -
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