OPEN SEASON.

[crawly]

1. pick a character.

☛ optional.
☛ character list here.
☛ full list.
☛ specify in the subject line if you want one character in particular.

2. provide a prompt.

☛ image, words, music, whatever you want.
☛ i like to think at least one of my three tumblrs has something interesting. (be warned that all three blogs contain nsfw material, including porn.)

3. gotta go fast.

☛ not actually. this is a permanently open post! tag at your own speed.

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[allures]

[she's staring to sober up, sort of, as much as she can.]

And now he's back for you?

[an eye for an eye is what she's thinking. she really wouldn't put it past the guy -- he looked fucking crazy.]

Weird.

[shooteverything]

I guess.

[ he also had really shitty hair, but heine can't really talk. heine shrugs, sharply, and rubs the heels of his palms over his eyes. ]

I don't know. This fucking sucks.

[ his shoulders slump, but his expression stays just as angry and annoyed. he wants to go somewhere, do something that'll let this nervous energy off. ] That's two times I got punched in the face today.

[allures]

What was the first one for?

[her head tilts, curiosity peeking,]

Being a dick?

[shooteverything]

...no.

[ he's not thinking about it, he's just mildly offended, even though he can see where the guess is coming from. ] I had a job.

[ which he doesn't really want to elaborate on, especially to a mostly-stranger. but he's tired, and mostly he just wants to take a nap, which he probably can't do right now. ]

[allures]

[effy shakes her head, rolling her eyes. she pulls out a lighter -- which she found on her second escapade around the club -- and her pack of cigarettes.]

Idiot.

[shooteverything]

[ hey, that's a mean thing to say... but also true. ] What do you mean?

[ he eyes her cigarette with some desire, but ends up just looking away again. he doesn't exactly make it a habit to hang out with people. ] 's not like I did it on purpose.

[allures]

If it was a job, you did it on purpose.

[she holds out her cigarette. a hint of smudged pink lipgloss can be seen on the end of it under the park lights.]

What was it?

[shooteverything]

[ he gives it a longer look before waving it off. it's not germs that bother him, but possible contact and contact by proxy. kind of like cooties. ]

Stuff.

[ not sketchy at all. ] I messed up. Shouldn't have gotten that close.

[allures]

[she quirks a brow, but doesn't take it personally and withdrawals her hand.]

Wow. Interesting.

[with a shrug of her shoulder, she rolls her eyes.]

You alright?

[shooteverything]

[ he really isn't supposed to be talking about this stuff. it's not strictly speaking a legal job, after all, and he's already regretting pretty much everything about this night. ]

Except for this fucking foam.

[ it's still all over his hair, and some stuck to his clothes. gross. ]