Semi-Hiatus

Of course she was going to notice the shimmering- if Rumia hadn’t been observant then she wouldn’t have survived as long as she has, the darkness youkai notes it for later to mull over more in-depth, for now it’s simply a threat and one she has no intent of walking into at that. Her hands stay at her sides, tense and readied as always- as ever.

“My name is Rumia, and as of the moment I’m currently in the midst of deciding whether or not it’s a pleasure to meet you as well, I suppose~ I’ll let you know when, hm~? For the time being you’ll have to excuse~ my rudeness; for I am of course~ older than I look as you said- and you don’t get to my~ age without a healthy dose of paranoia~.”

As Rumia’s arms failed to move, Rachel quirked a brow, but dropped her arm down to her side, seemingly unaffected, their face still jovial as ever as they listened to you with seemingly eager interest.  You clearly didn’t trust her, and whilst she felt very much the same way about Rumia, she found it always helped to keep up an air of foolishness around those whom you didn’t trust.

“How observant you are~  Yes, I am older than I look, though I suspect that you are much the same, no?~”

As they questioned the blonde, they extended out a hand, their tattooed wrist becoming visible from beneath their sleeve as they did so, their skin shimmering as if struggling to remain in form.  It had been a long day, and their illusions were starting to slip, which was most unfortunate for them.  They would have to reapply them soon.

[txt]And that’s why I can’t come over tonight, random mystery package, could spell trouble.  If you want you can come over and crack it open with me?[txt]

[txt]Huh, OK.  Be right over!!  Always loved a good mystery, especially dangerous ones!![txt]

(( You’re short enough to use as an arm rest. ))

g-gay <3 

(( My dude don’t worry this is only the third one I’ve gotten ))

(( You are a good noodle.  Like.  The best noodle. ))

“…Nope.” Amber states blinking a bit before raising a finger.  “…Sounds vaguely like a symptom of dissociative identity disorder though.” Amber states scratching the back of one of her ears before rubbing the back of her head and reaching for the strawberry daiquiri and fireball.

“Sounds like you’re drunk, though.  I swear it’s a bad sign that someone who’s only a fraction of your age has a higher alcohol tolerance than you”

Rachel let out a small, sad chuckle, before draining the bottle, and placing it upon the side.  She hadn’t been expecting you, but no matter.  Secrets could only be kept for so long, after all.  Sighing, she lent against the counter, avoiding looking at you, before replying, their voice filled with a weary woe.

gO THE FUCK TO BE D 

Name/alias: Piralos/Asshat

Birthday: August 8th

Zodiac sign: Leo

Height: 5′9″

Time right now: 5:22 AM

Hours of sleep per day: Anywhere from 2 to 12.

Favorite books: Miss Prince, the Gruffulo, Varjak Paw, The entire Fitz and the Fool series, The Septimus Heap Series, the Skullduggary Pleasant Series, the Spooks series

Favorite artists: There’s too many I like

Last movie watched:  Errr...  Probably Jurrasic Park

Education: Yes

Dream job: Teaching

The meaning behind my URL: I used to be a big setimus heap fan, and I made a long time ago.

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Rachel sat upon the roof, cigarette in hand, blowing smoke out of her mouth whilst looking down upon the moonlight city.  As the lovers walked below her, the freeway roared in the distance, and she tapped ash off the end of the cigarette, embers floating softly down onto the sidewalk below.  She took another slow, long drag, before flicking the burnt up cigarette away, sending it tumbling down as a man picked up a hooker on the side of the street.  As his car drove away, she raised a bottle to her mouth, and took a swig, before gulping it down, creating a pleasant burning sensation in her throat.

She wore a top, with sleeves far too short for the weather, and old, battered pants, along with a pair of trainers that had seen better days.  Her hair was down to her shoulders, and tied back, though the ponytail was set low.  She had an old look in their eyes, ill suited to one who seemed so young.

Hearing footsteps behind her, she lay back, tipping her head up to see who was approaching her.

“Hi there!!~  What brings ya up here, stranger?~  Also, can I interest you in a smoke?~”