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(stays alive wrong stays alive wrong stays alive wrong stays alive wr)
GROUP:Hunter
AGE:21 yrs old
PRONOUNS:he/him
HEIGHT:5'6" - 5'8"
SEXUALITY:AroAce
GIFT:Hanahaki
OCCUPATION:Artist
WRITTEN:6 posts
POINTS:
Post by Red Ciranor on Apr 9, 2024 21:52:00 GMT -5
His nails scratched against his hands. The blood on his wrists was tacky, streaked between his fingers and smeared across his arms. His muscles hadn't settled entirely yet; long vines curled into place between his tendons, settling against branching root-nerves that tingled as they grew into flesh. His teeth were slowly clicking into place in his half-healed mouth, black bark bone knitting into a jawbone quickly hidden by snakeskin leaves that shifted into skin. It'd been a good hunt. Red squinted in the light of the parking lot. It was mostly empty. The chances of running into someone was low. But never nothing. He tugged on his jacket, half-made fingers tugging the sleeves down over stained arms and splattered shirt. The hood hid the jagged line of thorns that split his cheek open. There were a few advantages to looking being shady; people would leave him alone. Mostly. His vines twitched first. A flicker of movement towards fresh blood as eyes and eyes and eyes and eyes were felt on his body. There's someone watching him. A vivid stare glares out at Katie Graushuper . The hum that follows him pricks at the back of her neck, a biting beetle crawling down her spine. It's a thin warning, and Red stalks further into the shadows. He doesn't want any trouble. Not here. Not right now. But the woman doesn't show any signs of leaving. In fact, she looks intent on intercepting him. Red slows to a halt, still keeping more than enough distance to escape. His hands disappear into his pockets; the blood is hidden, for now. "What," Red says flatly.
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If you're crazy, then that makes two of us
GROUP:Gifted
AGE:29 yrs old
PRONOUNS:Female
HEIGHT:5'5"
SEXUALITY:Heterosexual
GIFT:Clairvoyance
OCCUPATION:Walgreens employee, third shift
WRITTEN:42 posts
POINTS:
Post by Katie Graushuper on Apr 11, 2024 17:58:05 GMT -5
Katie shivered and wrapped her arms around herself. She should have listened to James when he told her to bring a thicker jacket. But there was nothing she could do about it now, walking towards her bike in the near empty parking lot. It was darker out then when Katie usually left work, and the night was creeping her out. Still, she hadn't gotten a lot of customers that night which was a relief because Katie had felt a schizophrenic episode coming on. She'd ran and locked herself in the bathroom until it was over. Katie hated dealing with customers and much preferred stocking the shelves, anyway. (She couldn't deny how convenient it was not to worry about a customer missing service because Katie was having an attack.) Normally she’d work third shift and leave around seven in the morning, but her manager had switched her to second that night. Kind of an inconvenience, if she was being honest. Katie’s only form of transportation was her bike, and she hated riding at night. She had a first aid kit in her basket, but she was still worried about not seeing something in the dark.
Katie was reminded yet again of why she hated being out at midnight when a beetle-like sensation ran down her neck. A man was glaring at her from the shadows. Something about him made Katie want to turn away (danger, danger, danger). His hood was pulled up, obscuring his face from Katie’s view. As she turned her full attention on him, he shoved his hands into his pockets. It almost seemed like he was trying to hide. Katie wondered what he was doing out alone in the dark. She usually didn’t see anyone out at a time like this, after all the city at night could be dangerous. She’d heard horror stories about muggings and other nasty stuff from a particularly gossipy coworker. Katie couldn’t imagine getting beat up like that; but it sure would suck. Still, instead of walking away like her instinct was telling her, Katie paused and looked at him closer. She jolted as his voice broke the stillness.
”Oh! I’m so sorry, I don’t mean to be a creep or anything. You just–” Katie took a breath, a look of concern crossing her face, “Are you okay?”
Red Ciranor
"if I could write to the kid I was before"
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(stays alive wrong stays alive wrong stays alive wrong stays alive wr)
GROUP:Hunter
AGE:21 yrs old
PRONOUNS:he/him
HEIGHT:5'6" - 5'8"
SEXUALITY:AroAce
GIFT:Hanahaki
OCCUPATION:Artist
WRITTEN:6 posts
POINTS:
Post by Red Ciranor on Apr 22, 2024 15:54:36 GMT -5
Red stopped. What did she want? He exhaled, forcing his shoulders down. " Yes," he said. A line of centipedes ran under his voice, clicking and skittering in the empty parking lot. His stare didn't leave her face. Go away. He was still hungry. He always was. His skin writhed with a tug of hunger and Red winced. His nerves were starting to settle. Any unconscious jerk of his plants hurt. His eyes darkened, sharp glare softening into something tired and scared as he edged around Katie Graushuper. The longer he stayed- the longer she looked at him, the more she'd notice the rips in his sleeve from a flailing limb, the stains from bloody mud, the splatters on his jacket from a careless strike when he'd gotten too close to where he'd stashed it. And even at this distance, she could see the soaked shirt. She could see him. He didn't want to get caught. Red started walking. He could ignore her. She wasn't a threat. There was a twinge- something crawling under his skin- and he grimaced. One hand slipped out of his pocket to scratch at his jaw. His nails caught on the line of numb teeth beneath his cheek, fingers pushing the gums into place as he walked. Exhaustion was starting to creep into his bones; he needed to get to the bus stop before he collapsed.
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If you're crazy, then that makes two of us
GROUP:Gifted
AGE:29 yrs old
PRONOUNS:Female
HEIGHT:5'5"
SEXUALITY:Heterosexual
GIFT:Clairvoyance
OCCUPATION:Walgreens employee, third shift
WRITTEN:42 posts
POINTS:
Post by Katie Graushuper on May 10, 2024 19:46:21 GMT -5
Katie flinched a little as the man turned his full attention on her. Okay, so, maybe not her brightest idea to irritate this guy. But… despite what he’d said, there was clearly something wrong with him. Katie could see it in the way he held himself and the–were those blood stains? Yep. Oh gosh, there was definitely something up with this guy’s arm. She could see the discoloration that could be from mud or from… well the point was that he was very probably injured. Katie felt something icky bubble up in her throat, but she quickly shoved it down in favor of taking a step closer to the man. She didn’t have any real medical training, but maybe she could help. The guy looked like he was going to fall over any second and she guessed he wasn’t headed to the hospital. Katie knew enough about first aid to help even a little bit, and he clearly needed it. Plus, the closer she looked the more worried she became. He seemed on edge, and maybe a little scared.
”Wait!” Katie started, moving to block his way again, ”You look like you’re gonna collapse. I’m no doctor, but I’ve got a first aid kit on my bike and… just at least take a minute to check yourself over?”
Katie immediately regretted everything she said. She should’ve been more subtle! He clearly didn’t want any help. Every time, without fail, Katie acted like a buffoon in delicate situations like this. Katie grimaced internally, but focused on keeping a tentative smile on her face. At least he might cave under the pressure and take care of himself. Those wounds didn’t look so good. Katie wondered what could have caused that much bleeding. It was a wonder he hadn’t passed out. Perhaps he’d gotten into a fight? Did muggings usually get that bloody? Katie wasn’t very well versed in criminal activity. Perhaps he was a gang member? She really hoped that wasn’t the case. Maybe she’d crossed some kind of gang-taboo line without knowing. She really didn’t want to get kidnapped or something. Still, Katie had taken the Hippocratic Oath (albeit very informally) and there was no way she was going to let anyone bleed to death; suspicious bloody guy or not.
Red Ciranor OOC: Sorry I took forever!! I've been so busy irl XD I'm having fun writing with you
"if I could write to the kid I was before"
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(stays alive wrong stays alive wrong stays alive wrong stays alive wr)
GROUP:Hunter
AGE:21 yrs old
PRONOUNS:he/him
HEIGHT:5'6" - 5'8"
SEXUALITY:AroAce
GIFT:Hanahaki
OCCUPATION:Artist
WRITTEN:6 posts
POINTS:
Post by Red Ciranor on May 10, 2024 21:43:21 GMT -5
Her voice buzzed in his brain. It whined, high and pitched like gnats that bit at the edges of his thoughts that were already blurry. It grated against his skin and he scratched at a lingering line of thorns on his arm with an exhausted glower. He wanted to kill her and the plants hummed how easy it'd be, how sweet her terror would taste but his body was human now. If he shifted, he'd be sick. He was already starting to feel his stomach turn and a migraine building as his neurons knitted together. Red scowled. "'m fine." He hated how he sounded. The harsh hornet hum in his voice was starting to hide, and his words were small and scared. Young. Human. A shiver ran up his spine. The world swam and Red's steps staggered as his stomach churned. He stopped. His lungs were aching; he could feel every prickling organ and pulsing blood vessel and his skin was too tight and the sounds too loud and his clothes scratched and the blood and gore and viscera stank-- Black blood and dark seed splattered the asphalt as Red doubled over and vomited. The ground lurched as his legs threatened to give out under him. He drew in a ragged breath before heaving again. White bone and glistening metal came up this time. Red shuddered. He hated this part. Brown eyes glanced up at Katie Graushuper for a second before flicking away with bitter humiliation. That wasn't something she should see. That anyone should see. Red wiped at his mouth. It didn't matter. He needed help. He needed a place to rest. He needed a way to get home. She was offering aid- he could take it. He should take it. What's the worst that could happen? His skin crawled. He didn't want to think about it. The world jerked as Red inhaled and nodded.
lmk if you need translation for red! he doesnt like talking much. also no worries on timing lol im used to waiting for awhile anyway. sorry for sending this back so fast i have a lot of red muse apparently
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