Long night? || Aradia + Jim

theonewiththegreenpants:

“Dropped something, friend.“ 

Before she could retrieve it, he raised it a bit higher, out of her arm’s reach, cocking his head to the side slightly. “Sounds like we need to have a bit of a chat.”

Anxiety rippled through her. What she was doing in that room, with a man she didn’t know, ate at her. What exactly happened the previous night? Obviously her target was taken care of… drinking was, by no means, her regulatory way to celebrate for taking out a target. One of high profile at that. She had silently killed many high profiled people. Never once staying somewhere to drink herself in to someone’s bed.

As her hand reached out to grab the door knob, the mans voice behind her rung out, stretching out the last word. She glanced behind her, and saw him holding up her business card. Both her hands went to her jacket pockets to feel around. Fuck. With a predatory glare, Aradia marched back over to him and went to snatch the card.

Up higher in the air it went, dangling from his fingers like bait on a hook. The woman growled and tried to grab it again; a fruitless effort. He spoke again, and she lowered her arms, her fingers curling in to her palms. “We have nothing to talk about. Give me my card, buddy.”

Reblog if you’ll roleplay agressive crimes and murders.

thekingwiththekey:

aishaneko:

swoobats:

guys can you imagine a fairy type gym and gym leader how cute would that be am i right

Every fiber in my being wants the gym leader to be like

|| —ooc;

Open//

justashadowofahuman:

In his search for someone to draw, Bastian spotted a woman looking through the people just as he was. His brow furrowed as he noticed the phone in her hand that she kept glancing at. Odd. She must have been looking for one person in particular. 

He chewed on the eraser of his pencil as he watched the woman, no longer interested in finding something to draw. Why draw when one could study others? 13 pushed a few of the curly strands of hair from his forehead. He’d have to cut it soon, somehow. 

“Looking for someone?” He finally called out to her, deciding he was curious enough that simply watching wouldn’t be satisfying enough.

Variations of feet echoing from the ground served as steady music, though if anything, she was wishing she had brought her headphones so she could listen to her own music. When dealing with her targets in their houses, or somewhere alone, and not in the midst of the public, the woman had the habit of playing classical music.

While her targets never died peacefully, unless she took some sort of personal interest in them, at least they were graced with the beauty of her choice of music. Something good among all the disgustingly bad. When she chose for a more public display, her iPod served her justice during her work.

Her mind was concentrating on the faces which passed her. Her latest target always had a specific schedule, and never seemed to be late on any of them. And it was closing in on when her face would appear. Just a fleeting moment, as the target never bothered to take a moment to appreciate the beauty of nature. Her fingers continued to drum against her knee.

And then the voice. One unfamiliar, and one dangerously intruding on her moment of concentration. Aradia tried to resist the urge to look up, but it got the better of her, and she spotted a man not very far off, looking at her expectantly. She glanced around to see, to hope, that he was speaking to someone else. Nope. Her anxiety started to bubble rapidly as she thought of a normal response.

“I uh… just my sister.” she shifted a little uncomfortably, snapping her phone shut and putting it back in her pocket.

Open//

justashadowofahuman:

There was a welcomed break in the cloud after days of incessant rain. It wasn’t that Bastian minded the rain, in fact usually, he enjoyed it. The rain tended to mess his systems up a little though so some sun was a good change. It also meant he could sit outside and enjoy some fresh air. Well… as fresh of air as one could have in a city like New York. So, he was at the Park with his sketchbook searching for a subject to sketch.

While it was not necessarily blistering hot, it was still rather warm. At least, warm enough to commence in drying up what the previous rains had sodden. The woman was half grateful and half angry. She was always in a better state of mind when the weather was bleak and cold. But, at least the rain wouldn’t tamper with the poison.

Aradia had taken her seat on a damp bench in the Park; much like in the previous city, where she had met a peculiar being. It didn’t matter if she carried out the plan today. In fact, she was almost insistent about not bothering to come out. However, the new mix she had proved to be theatrical with the first target. She supposed that she could really go for another show on her next unfortunate victim.

The woman drummed her fingers on her lap as she held her cellular device in the other hand, a picture of her target flickering on the screen. Her gaze slipped through the faces of the people who ambled by, going on with their daily lives.

shedeviloriginal:

_{Here are a few ways to get to role-playing with me:}

• _{Harass me for a starter - but give me ideas}
• _{Throw the plots you want to do at me - seriously throw them}
• _{make an open starter and tag me in it}
• _{do one of those symbol thingies}
• _{send me a message and be rude like; bitch let’s rp}
• _{send me smut - not kidding}

_{Come on. Don’t be afraid, I most likely will love you if you take the initiative.}

shedeviloriginal:

_{Here are a few ways to get to role-playing with me:}

• _{Harass me for a starter - but give me ideas}
• _{Throw the plots you want to do at me - seriously throw them}
• _{make an open starter and tag me in it}
• _{do one of those symbol thingies}
• _{send me a message and be rude like; bitch let’s rp}
• _{send me smut - not kidding}

_{Come on. Don’t be afraid, I most likely will love you if you take the initiative.}

|| —ooc;