DON'T WANNA BE YOUR GIRL.

She had wondered many things about being up on the silks, and a great number of them were usually involving sex of some kind, but seeing how high the other was she wondered for a moment what that would be like, the adrenaline high mixed with something else. Shaking it off almost as quickly as the thought came to her, she smiled at the admission, brow raised just slightly before leaning forward. Thumb and finger catching the others chin with a gentle but teasing stroke, V smirked and let her tongue wet her lips, tasting the subtle fragrance of her black gloss, “Well Kitty Kat…” The smirk only grew, fingers running through her hair in a nervous habit despite her outward appearance of being calm, “if you ever stayed for my sets and didn’t fall asleep in my chair, you’d know just what I look like in that particular position.” Eyes bright with the sparkle of mischief, she took another sip of water, checking behind her as the stage was cleared for the next set.

her mouth oddly and satisfyingly became dry in an instant; she even had to prop it slightly open as not to choke on her fucking tongue. kitty closed her lips shut after a few moments and cleared her throat, feeling an impossible amount of metaphorical cotton suck her saliva away. v was like some sort of angel with horns. kitty followed after her palm when it began pulling away, but caught herself quickly and managed to stop before the parallel woman noticed.

She was exhausted, out of breath and gulping down water in the most unattractive manner, and yet all V could care much about was how good it felt to be in the air again, despite all the bruises she was sure she would find over the coming days it was worth it for the freedom it gave her, and hell, the tips that people had left in the bedazzled jar weren’t all that bad either. Her eyes flicked up to the girl who spoke, before bursting out into a fit of what could only be described of as giggles, trying her hardest not to choke on the water she had just tried to take a drink of. “I can honestly say I have never been asked that question by a girl.” Eva grinned, pushing off yet more hair, before hopping up to sit on the edge of the stage while she spoke to the other, noticing the tent was starting to empty somewhat as there was some gap between performers. “I’ve not tried, but I imagine among the positions I have tried, it’s gotta be on the list of easiest for me?” She shot her a wink, assuming that she was too high or joking, though V had seen Kitty around the club, she couldn’t remember if they had ever really spoken much. “But you enjoyed the show, yes?”

kitty, upon hearing v’s short non-detailed explanation: “that’s hot.” she erupt into a sound wave of loose laughter, feeling as light as a feather. though her eyes burned greatly and thus were beyond blood shot, the teary-eyed appearance they now held helped relieve some of the irritation but not much. she felt weightless, almost like her head was going to pop off her skeleton and fly off into the sky like some balloon. she gathered herself from her fit of laughter, pursing her lips to try and gain some self-control. “sorry. i may have smoked some flower prior to coming in here.” lips shine out a child-like and embarrassed smile. “i probably wouldn’t have had to guts to talk to you if i hadn’t.” she confessed honestly. 

When the offer had come from a friend wanting a performer, she had jumped at the chance, first thoughts that they just wanted someone with dance experience for a creepy dead girl in an attraction, but when Eva was offered her own performance slots, a stage and a full rig that she could set up how she wanted, the blonde all but cried in thanks to the event organised. She had worked on aerial routines in private, few people had ever seen her perform, and so tonight her nerves were high, on edge and even the delicate silk wrapped in her palms wasn’t calming that. 

Her first act was certainly a risk, the silks were simple, a stark white to match her hair and spine details of her costume, but it felt like the hardest of all, there was no room for error here. She wrapped herself once, tugging the silk rope before nodding to the side stage where the curtains were drawn back and she was slowly lifted, pose held as if she were truly being hung by the leg. Silence fell for a second, then more passed and V didn’t dare let her eyes wander to the crowd until the music started and she was able to begin her haunting dance. Halfway through she heard a quiet applause as she spun, though her mind didn’t register many noises beyond the music, much like when she danced at the club Eva got lost easily in the movements, head space filled only with her next delicate step or shift, and with the silks wrapped around soft skin there were always moments where she could feel completely weightless. It was only in her last drop, as the crowd gasped at the sudden fall as if it were by accident, that she allowed herself to look out into the crowd, and when the music finally stopped a smile started to grow, between the feel of all the weight being lifted from her and the adrenaline, V was on quite the high. Upon lowering herself and stepping from the silks, V took a small curtsy, before taking the steps off the front of the stage to find her water bottle, pushing hair from where it stuck to her face

Act inspired by: Treya Bushell & Selkie Hom

she’d lingered around the tent for a while before noticing people entering. she sat outside of the brightly colored hut, plucking at a dead daisy. she smacked at the gum in her mouth. her sexpot clown makeup, while smeared, still made her appear to be an unkempt beauty. kitty lifted herself from her leaning position and flicked the flower to the ground, it was only then that she realized a crowd forming inside of the ominously lit circus marquee. she followed inside, slipping in with ease and unscathed. she sported no wristband, seeing as she worked there but still it was required workers pay half admission fee. she paid none. 

It had been a couple of days since Felix’s initiation into the Serpents, per Killian’s request for him to go undercover. Since then, he wasn’t really sure what he was? A Reaper? A Serpent? One thing was certain, he was no longer the lone wolf. Felix had a family and it wasn’t either one of those vicious parties. His family was Isabelle and their little princess, who had yet to be born and grace their lives with her presence. Isabelle was only two months and thankfully with good genes, Isabelle hasn’t yet ballooned. But when that time comes Felix will think Isabelle is even more beautiful than she already is (if that was in even possible). However, the time for that wasn’t celebrated yet because they still had a King to dethrone. 

While Killian Steele remained locked up in the palace, watching a fire with a glass of scotch in hand, Felix slipped out for “serpent business” which was just an excuse for him to go to Hell Fest. Killian has kept Felix at his palace for the past couple of days. He wanted to be closer to him and Isabelle, whom he expected to be nothing more than step-siblings, but that wasn’t the case at all. They had been happily sneaking around with each other for months behind the King’s back. Hence, their growing princess. But recent matters pertaining to his initiation into the serpents had temporarily hindered them from moving forward. 

Dressed as the red hood, Felix pulled up to Hell Fest on his motorcycle and dismounted the bike to get his ticket from the booth. Thinking of Isabelle, Felix’s eyes drifted over to the ferris wheel while still walking. He then nearly bumped into someone and was ready to apologize before realizing who they were. Then he gave a roll of his eyes and shifted his weight onto his back foot, “watch where you’re standing. The line is over there. Not in the walkway.” It was obvious Felix was salty, he wanted to have fun but it was hard for him to put his guard down long enough to embrace the idea. 

there was a subtle cloudiness to her eyes, shifting royal blue hues to more of a medium shade of the same color. she had ten fruit roll ups, one wrapped meticulously around each digit of hers. she sat staring up at the sky in a trance of her own, music budding through her earphones. katherine bit at the artificial fruit candy on her left index, moving onto her second, and by the fourth, the ride came to a steady halt. she paused her music, signaling the operator that she was going for another ride. the crowd sighed. one man even took to dropping his chili dog in fury. and up again she went, only to come down once more.

she figured it’d been enough of riding solo until she saw felix, his expression never ceasing to amaze her. she smiled softly at his irritation with someone in line, who was obviously more irate than himself. she peeled out of the bunker and headed over to him before kissing the cheek and lingering her hand a little longer upon the instructor of the ferris wheel, who was clearly very female and very enthralled by kitty. she whispered in her ear before making her way over to mr. tall dark and handsome.

her reddened eyes began bleeding through the bleach all white (except for the pupil) contacts. though she was blitzed out of her mind from the three hits of concentrated dab, the paler shade of foundation and the surrounding makeup never faltered. still in tacked, she looked more terrifying in the intricate shaded black and purple makeup that seemed touched by a makeup artist than if she did when sober. her head lulled and leaned against the wall. when people came to buy tickets, her words were slowed and deadpanned. only because it was at hellfest and that she was dressed in clown makeup and hair that it seemed creepy beyond belief. however, given any other day, and no one would have second guess that she was transcending to a whole other plane of existence due to smoking too much flower.

Killian was doing his usual sweep of the club after closing. He often had patrons try to stay around after-hours as if his red rooms could be used in replacement of a motel. They couldn’t be. Those rooms were used for his escort service and only his reaper girls could stick around and make themselves a bed there. There was no exception when it came to Katherine. She was a reaper, after all. So, she was allowed to stay. In fact, she made the place feel more homey somehow. She wasn’t violent or combative and she gave his girls someone to lay with at night. She was a cuddler and that was something that intrigued her King. He never cuddled anyone before. He didn’t know how to do it. Isabelle tried to get him to spend the night with her quite a few times over the years but he always pulled away. He didn’t want to fall asleep beside her because she’d see him for who he truly is behind the scary exterior of a wicked and unruly king. Which was a scared little boy, who never recovered from his father’s cruelties. When Killian falls asleep, all the bad stuff that has ever happened to him, and all the bad stuff that he’s ever done himself, comes back to haunt him. Most of the time he sleepwalks through the night, arguing with himself and fighting the ghost of his father, who he’d killed on his eighteenth birthday. He popped a needle full of heroin into his neck and let him overdose beneath his very gaze. He didn’t flinch, not even when his father began convulsing. The teenager enjoyed it. He made himself enjoy it. It was the only way he could accept it. 

“Consider yourself lucky, Kitty.” Killian drew forward after her gaze found his in the dark. He stepped closer, further into the room until he was standing over her bed. It was the exact position he killed his father in. The realization of that wasn’t lost on him as he stood there watching her from beneath the thin blanket, recalling her past memories in the nude. “I remember every second of every minute of every day…of mine.” Killian grounded his jaw, feeling his teeth grind as the pressure throbbed in his eyes. He didn’t come here to remember his childhood. That’s what his nightmares were for. While he was awake, he’d be dammed. But something about Katherine lulled him to her side and made him feel safe with her? Maybe it was the tenderness of her voice or the way her eyes stayed fixated on the ceiling and not his face. She wasn’t talking to him, she was talking to herself, and maybe that’s what relaxed him the most? There was no pressure… He knew all about a parent’s abandonment. His mother left him when he was six or seven? His father turned him into a housemaid after that, one he abused and locked away, sometimes for days at a time. His mother may have unburdened herself, but her stress and abuse didn’t just vanish with her, it went onto him. He took it all…and he wore it like wet rags for years. And he hated her for that. Which is why when he eventually found her…he killed her too. 

“You’re sorta like The House mother. In the way that you coddle the girls.” Killian sat down on the edge of the bed. She wouldn’t have to worry about him making a move on her. He knew she was interested in girls and he’d never disrespect his Queen by sleeping around on her. That was something his father did to his mother. When his father was the King, he’d fuck all the girls inside his club. Even if they didn’t want him to. There were times when Killian would look in the mirror and see his father staring back at him. He was no better, was he? He wanted to be. But vulnerability made him sick…like physically sick. He wasn’t sure what it was, maybe a panic attack? Whatever it might be, he never wanted to face it. So instead he’d drown it with more blood…more sin. Being a monster feels a helluva lot better than being the victim. After 18 years of abuse, he’d know. “I wasn’t looking for anyone…but I liked your story. Do you have anymore?” 

it was the first time in which her gaze was drawn to his, for the simplest of seconds but it was enough. her eyes were stricken with depression, lack of sufficient sleep, they even seemed to hold some untold secret. kitty looked away and rolled onto her other side, away from killian. she laid there for a few minutes, knowing the king wouldn’t much mind the silence as she gathered her thoughts into a neat and assembled line. “there’s a story i made up when i was a kid, if you wanna hear that one?” kitty stared off into the distance, mimicking a thousand yard stare. 

her brunette locks fell onto her unclothed, spine-baring back as she lifted herself to a sitting position. she covered her body respectively. as her delicate, thin fingers went to retrieve a rolled half-smoked joint, she cleared her cotton-mouth and throat. the flame of fire from the lighter jolted into effect and she touched it to the end of the blunt. inhaling once, then twice, holding it in for an intermission of thirty seconds before blowing it out into rings of smoke and she was finally ready to share. “so there’s this octopus. her name always changed and was forever irrelevant to young me,” she let out a snort of a bitter laugh, like it was damaged beyond belief, beyond more than what she was willing or able to say. “she was very young, maybe no older than thirteen. she was pretty and lovely, kind. very sweet.” she reminisces with a smile. it fades. “but no one liked her. they often thought she was annoying and weird. so, she had no friends. until one day.” 

there’s something not entirely alright when she tries to speak again, almost like it’s caught behind a struggled sob that was dying to be let out. it never did leave out of her mouth. she drags her knees from beneath the thin blanket to her chest and wraps her arms around the top, almost propping up her skull. “a shark befriend the little octopus. he was much older. he told her that he had never had a friend as interesting as her. she was flattered. he told her that he would hang out with her every day ‘til the end of time... but he needed one thing in return.” she explained that the shark told the little female octopus that he hadn’t had dinner, that he was always starving. that because everyone feared him, they never offered him food. he would be her friend on the exception that she fed him a small portion of herself to him every day. the little octopus agreed. “day and day out, they would hang out and explore hidden treasures, scrub their fin or whatever on coral and reeves. they had fun. but every night, he was hungry. and she was always willing to give. give. give. give.” she almost says the word with a tangible cursed tone. 

TASK #002: Character Development 

“it’s a very difficult era in which to be a person, just a real, actual person, instead of a collection of personality traits selected from an endless automat of characters.”

― gillian flynn

A slow twirl of her finger around the glass in front of her and she kept her eyes down; it didn’t mean she wasn’t paying attention – of course she was paying attention, the Canary always paid attention – but it did make her look unassuming. A hand brushes her hair back away from her shoulder, revealing delicate features and full lips, cast in the most natural make-up she could muster for the evening to still get a sort of effect she wanted.

She exchanges a smile with someone across the room – not the target, not by a long shot, but hunters don’t show that they’re following someone – no, she does this a few times over before turning and bumping into someone, her drink sloshing back and onto her own dress rather than them, “I am so, so sorry, I’m such a clutz, I didn’t mean…” a glance up then, before down at their feet, “Let me pay to have your shoes cleaned?”

Though her gaze did lift to meet theirs once or twice, it was unsure if it was intentional because she seemed to always avert them, either to her feet or elsewhere.

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dark chestnut strands lay sprawled and reaching for the headboard. her leg hung off the side of the bed, her hands tucked into each other and laying over her abdomen. her body was nude, minus for the dark emerald sheet that essentially covered from just beneath her collarbone to right above her upper thigh. in short, it covered the bare necessities. kitty kat lay her head with her eyes staring up at the ceiling, her lips pursed in an almost held-back frown. her hues dart to the door, upon seeing a figure cross the threshold. she examines him for a brief moment, deciding he was of no harm to her seeing as she wouldn’t have any reason to be on his bad side. peering back up at the cracks in the ceiling, she starts her explanation off with a story. 

“when i was a kid, i often ran into my mom and dad’s room. i think i was afraid of the dark, but i don’t remember anymore.” she pauses for a moment to furrow her brows, “come to think of it, i don’t recall much about my childhood, but that’s not the point.” she continues on, telling a story of how she would sneak between her mom and her dad as they slept peacefully. she explained how, over time, her dad would get irrationally aggravated with her coming between him and her mother. she said how that when her father forced her onto the other side of the bed, and her mom would cuddle against her, she eventually was forced to lay on the ground next to their bed. 

taking a nap on a bench at the bus stop? sure, he was open to all possibilities.

surprisingly, no alcohol was involved in this set up. he remembered not wanting to walk one more block back to his apartment, and like magic, this bench materialized on the corner– or maybe a fog cleared (actually, he happened to turn his head before he walked right past it). he had a couple of negatives he needed to develop in his pocket and his camera was safely locked away in his apartment, so he had no worries of being robbed successfully. waking up the next morning, he remembered this after only a minute of uninterrupted panicking. 

catching his breath, he patted himself down for a stray cigarette. bill wasn’t an avid somker. in fact, it was merely one of the many recent things he’d started dabbling with. so far, he didn’t harbor an addiction to it, only thinking to light one up once every other week. mostly when he was bored or thinking. when his search ended empty handed, he pulled himself up into a slouched position. “no offense, but I’d kill you for a milky way right about now.”

Sitting still for two hours doing nothing was something someone else probably didn’t think twice about doing but for Enzo it was a difficult task. He always kept busy, whether it was with business or with some personal matters, there was always something to be doing. Still there he had been, two hours passed and he was just now getting free from the spot. The tattoo shop was empty per his request, if he was going to have to sit around then he was going to enjoy the short peace it would bring him while the artist worked on touching up some pieces and adding onto what he already had. Greeted by the fresh air that filled his lungs once he stepped outside his eyes darted in every direction taking in his surroundings. Some might say it was a nasty habit but he was always alert. One in the morning meant nothing around Miami. The night life, if anything, was more exciting for others all around but he wasn’t one to typically partake in the pleasures it had to offer, not anymore anyway. Pulling out a pack he pulled a single cigarette out, holding it between his lips as he slipped the pack back into his pocket while simultaneously grabbing his lighter. It was then that he felt the presence of another with their eyes on him, a feeling he wasn’t particularly fond of. Inhaling deeply once he managed to light the cigarette he moved it away afterwards. “You got till the end of my smoke to say whatever you gotta say.” The words came out with a puff of smoke, flicking his gaze over to whoever it might be. Two hours of peace, he should’ve cherished it more while he had it.

KITTY VALTERSEN ( MADCHEN AMICK / 22 / LESBIAN / GUNSMITH ) – is from SUNSET CITY and is affiliated with the REAPERS – SHE has been trying to stay alive to keep HER loved ones safe, but her SCRAPPINESS often gets in the way of her TACTFULNESS.