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@mourning-assassin
"Unfortunately, like a heel,"
Uh...hi. My name is Ăngel. I guess I'll be running this blog now? I don't know...much about people on the internet, so I have a few ground rules if you're gonna interact with me.
[This blog contains adult content such as death, blood, violence, adult language, mental health issues, and more. Please be aware of what you're consuming and if you can handle it. No shame in clicking off if you need. Take care of yourself.]
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Ăngel I love yu youre so mmgmgnfgsm
"...thanks? Are you...good?"
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đŻď¸đĄď¸â ď¸ ~ đźXđĽ ~ âď¸đˇâď¸
𡻠ྠRequest: no one||| gift for @mourning-assassin Oc by @the-void-via
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// dunno if I ever posted these so here's an art dump of Ăngel <3
what song do you associate yourself with?
"Might seem like a shock, but Never Love An Anchor. I like the lyrics, reminds me of...things."
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// open roleplay starter! CW for blood. Lots of blood.
Angel's hands shook, cradling the still-warm bodies in his arms. Blood was everywhere. Gross, sticky, and warm-
The blood, dear god the blood. It was everywhere, sinking into his pores, sinking into his skin, everywhere-
Blood, blood, blood-
Angel's eyes snapped open, jerking awake and sitting upright in his bed. He looked at his hands- clean. As clean as they'd ever be anymore. He glanced up at the clock. 2am.
He wouldn't be getting back to sleep for a while.
He carefully got up and out of bed, stumbling out of his room on shaking legs. Maybe if he wandered around, he could relax and take his mind off the terrible nightmare.
{ In the hallway is a lanky figure; shambling about. It's eerily tall, you can hear each of it's steps with a 'click-clack' noise, and it's mysterious. Definitely scary when you've just awakened. }
Ăngel jumped, covering his mouth to keep from shouting. He realized he'd left his mask in his roomâ too late for that, now. He shakily waved over to Rastel.
"Ahâ...sorry. I didn't...see you there."
{ Rastel gets slightly spooked and turns to see Ăngel, only just now realizing he was there. It quickly lets out a nervous laugh of relief. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Apologies if I scared you, my dear; didn't notice you either. ` `
"It's alright. Why, uhâ"
He cleared his throat, trying to make sure his face wasn't too visible.
"Why are you up this late, too?"
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Insomnia. Gave up on sleeping a couple hours ago. You? ` `
{ He speaks very casually, like this is a common occurrence. She doesn't seem to notice Ăngel's attempt at hiding his face. }
"...nightmare."
He felt silly for admitting it. The 32 year old manâa grown manâunable to sleep because of a nightmare.
What a joke.
"...figured a walk would clear my head."
{ Rastel nods in the dim lighting of the hallway. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Right. Makes sense. ` `
{ There's a brief pause before it speaks up again. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Mind if I join ya? Time seems to move slowly when you're alone with nothing to do, thus why I'm asking. ` `
He thought for a moment. It wouldn't do any harm to walk together, right?
"Ahâ sure. If you want."
He tried not to look directly at them. He didn't want it to see his scars.
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Wonderful! Oh! I completely forgot to introduce myself! Name's Rastel. But my official role is 'bittersweet fashionista'. Don't mind the fashionista part, I assure you I'm a professional model; more than a mere fashion fan. ` `
{ She speaks very brightly and energetically for this hour. He's definitely been awake for some time. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` What about you, hm? ` `
Ăngel's a bit shocked at Rastel's energy this late, but manages a small smile.
"I'm Ăngel. The, uhâ ...Mourning Assassin."
He hated his role, his title. It only reminded him why he was here in the first place.
{ Rastel nods in acknowledgement and extends its dainty hand in Ăngel's direction for a friendly handshake. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ăngel. ` `
He stares at their hand, and then his own. Rough calluses covered his palm.
He shook Rastel's hand carefully, mustering up another smile. Might as well try to be friendly for now.
"It's nice to meet you, too, Rastel."
{ Rastel smiles back before getting a better look at him and marveling just a little bit. In the modelling industry, most everyone looks the same. Same conventionally attractive features, same body types, same skin textures, etcetera. Seeing people that are far outside of such a mold but still marvelous and divine in their own way is always an interesting experience. He vaguely remembers seeing Ăngel wearing a mask or something that covered his mouth before. It's expression softens. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Your smile is lovely. You should show it off more often. ` `
Ăngel blinks. He'd almost forgotten about his maskâ his face flushes a littleâfrom embarrassment or the complement, he can't tellâand he glanced at the floor.
"...thank you. Iâ...I appreciate it."
// open roleplay starter! CW for blood. Lots of blood.
Angel's hands shook, cradling the still-warm bodies in his arms. Blood was everywhere. Gross, sticky, and warm-
The blood, dear god the blood. It was everywhere, sinking into his pores, sinking into his skin, everywhere-
Blood, blood, blood-
Angel's eyes snapped open, jerking awake and sitting upright in his bed. He looked at his hands- clean. As clean as they'd ever be anymore. He glanced up at the clock. 2am.
He wouldn't be getting back to sleep for a while.
He carefully got up and out of bed, stumbling out of his room on shaking legs. Maybe if he wandered around, he could relax and take his mind off the terrible nightmare.
{ In the hallway is a lanky figure; shambling about. It's eerily tall, you can hear each of it's steps with a 'click-clack' noise, and it's mysterious. Definitely scary when you've just awakened. }
Ăngel jumped, covering his mouth to keep from shouting. He realized he'd left his mask in his roomâ too late for that, now. He shakily waved over to Rastel.
"Ahâ...sorry. I didn't...see you there."
{ Rastel gets slightly spooked and turns to see Ăngel, only just now realizing he was there. It quickly lets out a nervous laugh of relief. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Apologies if I scared you, my dear; didn't notice you either. ` `
"It's alright. Why, uhâ"
He cleared his throat, trying to make sure his face wasn't too visible.
"Why are you up this late, too?"
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Insomnia. Gave up on sleeping a couple hours ago. You? ` `
{ He speaks very casually, like this is a common occurrence. She doesn't seem to notice Ăngel's attempt at hiding his face. }
"...nightmare."
He felt silly for admitting it. The 32 year old manâa grown manâunable to sleep because of a nightmare.
What a joke.
"...figured a walk would clear my head."
{ Rastel nods in the dim lighting of the hallway. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Right. Makes sense. ` `
{ There's a brief pause before it speaks up again. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Mind if I join ya? Time seems to move slowly when you're alone with nothing to do, thus why I'm asking. ` `
He thought for a moment. It wouldn't do any harm to walk together, right?
"Ahâ sure. If you want."
He tried not to look directly at them. He didn't want it to see his scars.
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Wonderful! Oh! I completely forgot to introduce myself! Name's Rastel. But my official role is 'bittersweet fashionista'. Don't mind the fashionista part, I assure you I'm a professional model; more than a mere fashion fan. ` `
{ She speaks very brightly and energetically for this hour. He's definitely been awake for some time. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` What about you, hm? ` `
Ăngel's a bit shocked at Rastel's energy this late, but manages a small smile.
"I'm Ăngel. The, uhâ ...Mourning Assassin."
He hated his role, his title. It only reminded him why he was here in the first place.
{ Rastel nods in acknowledgement and extends its dainty hand in Ăngel's direction for a friendly handshake. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Ăngel. ` `
He stares at their hand, and then his own. Rough calluses covered his palm.
He shook Rastel's hand carefully, mustering up another smile. Might as well try to be friendly for now.
"It's nice to meet you, too, Rastel."
// open roleplay starter! CW for blood. Lots of blood.
Angel's hands shook, cradling the still-warm bodies in his arms. Blood was everywhere. Gross, sticky, and warm-
The blood, dear god the blood. It was everywhere, sinking into his pores, sinking into his skin, everywhere-
Blood, blood, blood-
Angel's eyes snapped open, jerking awake and sitting upright in his bed. He looked at his hands- clean. As clean as they'd ever be anymore. He glanced up at the clock. 2am.
He wouldn't be getting back to sleep for a while.
He carefully got up and out of bed, stumbling out of his room on shaking legs. Maybe if he wandered around, he could relax and take his mind off the terrible nightmare.
{ In the hallway is a lanky figure; shambling about. It's eerily tall, you can hear each of it's steps with a 'click-clack' noise, and it's mysterious. Definitely scary when you've just awakened. }
Ăngel jumped, covering his mouth to keep from shouting. He realized he'd left his mask in his roomâ too late for that, now. He shakily waved over to Rastel.
"Ahâ...sorry. I didn't...see you there."
{ Rastel gets slightly spooked and turns to see Ăngel, only just now realizing he was there. It quickly lets out a nervous laugh of relief. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Apologies if I scared you, my dear; didn't notice you either. ` `
"It's alright. Why, uhâ"
He cleared his throat, trying to make sure his face wasn't too visible.
"Why are you up this late, too?"
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Insomnia. Gave up on sleeping a couple hours ago. You? ` `
{ He speaks very casually, like this is a common occurrence. She doesn't seem to notice Ăngel's attempt at hiding his face. }
"...nightmare."
He felt silly for admitting it. The 32 year old manâa grown manâunable to sleep because of a nightmare.
What a joke.
"...figured a walk would clear my head."
{ Rastel nods in the dim lighting of the hallway. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Right. Makes sense. ` `
{ There's a brief pause before it speaks up again. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Mind if I join ya? Time seems to move slowly when you're alone with nothing to do, thus why I'm asking. ` `
He thought for a moment. It wouldn't do any harm to walk together, right?
"Ahâ sure. If you want."
He tried not to look directly at them. He didn't want it to see his scars.
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Wonderful! Oh! I completely forgot to introduce myself! Name's Rastel. But my official role is 'bittersweet fashionista'. Don't mind the fashionista part, I assure you I'm a professional model; more than a mere fashion fan. ` `
{ She speaks very brightly and energetically for this hour. He's definitely been awake for some time. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` What about you, hm? ` `
Ăngel's a bit shocked at Rastel's energy this late, but manages a small smile.
"I'm Ăngel. The, uhâ ...Mourning Assassin."
He hated his role, his title. It only reminded him why he was here in the first place.
// open roleplay starter! CW for blood. Lots of blood.
Angel's hands shook, cradling the still-warm bodies in his arms. Blood was everywhere. Gross, sticky, and warm-
The blood, dear god the blood. It was everywhere, sinking into his pores, sinking into his skin, everywhere-
Blood, blood, blood-
Angel's eyes snapped open, jerking awake and sitting upright in his bed. He looked at his hands- clean. As clean as they'd ever be anymore. He glanced up at the clock. 2am.
He wouldn't be getting back to sleep for a while.
He carefully got up and out of bed, stumbling out of his room on shaking legs. Maybe if he wandered around, he could relax and take his mind off the terrible nightmare.
{ In the hallway is a lanky figure; shambling about. It's eerily tall, you can hear each of it's steps with a 'click-clack' noise, and it's mysterious. Definitely scary when you've just awakened. }
Ăngel jumped, covering his mouth to keep from shouting. He realized he'd left his mask in his roomâ too late for that, now. He shakily waved over to Rastel.
"Ahâ...sorry. I didn't...see you there."
{ Rastel gets slightly spooked and turns to see Ăngel, only just now realizing he was there. It quickly lets out a nervous laugh of relief. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Apologies if I scared you, my dear; didn't notice you either. ` `
"It's alright. Why, uhâ"
He cleared his throat, trying to make sure his face wasn't too visible.
"Why are you up this late, too?"
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Insomnia. Gave up on sleeping a couple hours ago. You? ` `
{ He speaks very casually, like this is a common occurrence. She doesn't seem to notice Ăngel's attempt at hiding his face. }
"...nightmare."
He felt silly for admitting it. The 32 year old manâa grown manâunable to sleep because of a nightmare.
What a joke.
"...figured a walk would clear my head."
{ Rastel nods in the dim lighting of the hallway. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Right. Makes sense. ` `
{ There's a brief pause before it speaks up again. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Mind if I join ya? Time seems to move slowly when you're alone with nothing to do, thus why I'm asking. ` `
He thought for a moment. It wouldn't do any harm to walk together, right?
"Ahâ sure. If you want."
He tried not to look directly at them. He didn't want it to see his scars.
// open roleplay starter! CW for blood. Lots of blood.
Angel's hands shook, cradling the still-warm bodies in his arms. Blood was everywhere. Gross, sticky, and warm-
The blood, dear god the blood. It was everywhere, sinking into his pores, sinking into his skin, everywhere-
Blood, blood, blood-
Angel's eyes snapped open, jerking awake and sitting upright in his bed. He looked at his hands- clean. As clean as they'd ever be anymore. He glanced up at the clock. 2am.
He wouldn't be getting back to sleep for a while.
He carefully got up and out of bed, stumbling out of his room on shaking legs. Maybe if he wandered around, he could relax and take his mind off the terrible nightmare.
{ In the hallway is a lanky figure; shambling about. It's eerily tall, you can hear each of it's steps with a 'click-clack' noise, and it's mysterious. Definitely scary when you've just awakened. }
Ăngel jumped, covering his mouth to keep from shouting. He realized he'd left his mask in his roomâ too late for that, now. He shakily waved over to Rastel.
"Ahâ...sorry. I didn't...see you there."
{ Rastel gets slightly spooked and turns to see Ăngel, only just now realizing he was there. It quickly lets out a nervous laugh of relief. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Apologies if I scared you, my dear; didn't notice you either. ` `
"It's alright. Why, uhâ"
He cleared his throat, trying to make sure his face wasn't too visible.
"Why are you up this late, too?"
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Insomnia. Gave up on sleeping a couple hours ago. You? ` `
{ He speaks very casually, like this is a common occurrence. She doesn't seem to notice Ăngel's attempt at hiding his face. }
"...nightmare."
He felt silly for admitting it. The 32 year old manâa grown manâunable to sleep because of a nightmare.
What a joke.
"...figured a walk would clear my head."
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// open roleplay starter! CW for blood. Lots of blood.
Angel's hands shook, cradling the still-warm bodies in his arms. Blood was everywhere. Gross, sticky, and warm-
The blood, dear god the blood. It was everywhere, sinking into his pores, sinking into his skin, everywhere-
Blood, blood, blood-
Angel's eyes snapped open, jerking awake and sitting upright in his bed. He looked at his hands- clean. As clean as they'd ever be anymore. He glanced up at the clock. 2am.
He wouldn't be getting back to sleep for a while.
He carefully got up and out of bed, stumbling out of his room on shaking legs. Maybe if he wandered around, he could relax and take his mind off the terrible nightmare.
{ In the hallway is a lanky figure; shambling about. It's eerily tall, you can hear each of it's steps with a 'click-clack' noise, and it's mysterious. Definitely scary when you've just awakened. }
Ăngel jumped, covering his mouth to keep from shouting. He realized he'd left his mask in his roomâ too late for that, now. He shakily waved over to Rastel.
"Ahâ...sorry. I didn't...see you there."
{ Rastel gets slightly spooked and turns to see Ăngel, only just now realizing he was there. It quickly lets out a nervous laugh of relief. }
âËă°ď¸ ` ` Apologies if I scared you, my dear; didn't notice you either. ` `
"It's alright. Why, uhâ"
He cleared his throat, trying to make sure his face wasn't too visible.
"Why are you up this late, too?"
// open roleplay starter! CW for blood. Lots of blood.
Angel's hands shook, cradling the still-warm bodies in his arms. Blood was everywhere. Gross, sticky, and warm-
The blood, dear god the blood. It was everywhere, sinking into his pores, sinking into his skin, everywhere-
Blood, blood, blood-
Angel's eyes snapped open, jerking awake and sitting upright in his bed. He looked at his hands- clean. As clean as they'd ever be anymore. He glanced up at the clock. 2am.
He wouldn't be getting back to sleep for a while.
He carefully got up and out of bed, stumbling out of his room on shaking legs. Maybe if he wandered around, he could relax and take his mind off the terrible nightmare.
{ In the hallway is a lanky figure; shambling about. It's eerily tall, you can hear each of it's steps with a 'click-clack' noise, and it's mysterious. Definitely scary when you've just awakened. }
Ăngel jumped, covering his mouth to keep from shouting. He realized he'd left his mask in his roomâ too late for that, now. He shakily waved over to Rastel.
"Ahâ...sorry. I didn't...see you there."
// open roleplay starter! CW for blood. Lots of blood.
Angel's hands shook, cradling the still-warm bodies in his arms. Blood was everywhere. Gross, sticky, and warm-
The blood, dear god the blood. It was everywhere, sinking into his pores, sinking into his skin, everywhere-
Blood, blood, blood-
Angel's eyes snapped open, jerking awake and sitting upright in his bed. He looked at his hands- clean. As clean as they'd ever be anymore. He glanced up at the clock. 2am.
He wouldn't be getting back to sleep for a while.
He carefully got up and out of bed, stumbling out of his room on shaking legs. Maybe if he wandered around, he could relax and take his mind off the terrible nightmare.
Ăngel didn't know exactly why he was heading into the bar. It was something about the soft lighting and soothing atmosphere (as soothing as it could be in a death game) helped calm his mind.
He stepped inside, quickly scanning the bar as he tugged on his mask. It looked empty, until he spotted Vega.
He jumped a bit as he saw them snooping around, taking a cautious step back. Maybe he could leave and go find somewhere else to relax for a while, before they spotted him-
@mourning-assassin
// waves shyly hi hello
Vega, once again, has been poking at the pictures, furniture, and unsurprisingly the plants. It was annoying how they did this every single day, but it wasnât like it was the worst thing in the world. Youâd expect them to give up on snooping in the bar if they couldnât find anything every day they were here.
In a reluctant motion, Vega stepped back while fixing their posture to cross their arms over their chest. That was until they became aware of another personâs presence. Even without the sound of the footsteps, they just knew that the âmourning assassinâ was here.
đ¤â âš " what are you doing here? "
"Shit- um-"
Ăngel stood still for a moment. He didn't really have an answer to that. Not a good one, at least.
"...it's, ah. Nice in here." He mumbled out after a moment, taking a few slow steps inside the bar. "It's quiet. I can actually hear my thoughts in here..."
He chuckled a little bit, absentmindedly tugging his mask as he sat down on one of the seats, a good distance away from Vega. He pulled out his pocket knife and began fiddling around with it, glancing back at the other every so often.
'God, I'm sure this makes me look like a creep.'
Seeing the sharp tool being taken out, Vega visibly stiffened and shifted as far away as possible. They were basically off of their seat to leap away at any time the knife could even get slightly close to them. Well, it seems like they didnât have to worry about Ăngelâs âluckyâ charm.
đ¤â âš " it really does. Is that what the slot machine dropped or did you smuggle it in? "
"The machine dropped it," He began, not thinking about how dangerous it could be to be sharing information with another contestant. But, Vega surely wasn't a threat, though, right? They seemed...harmless enough.
"I'm...somewhat surprised, though. I don't know how they would've gotten this..."
"I thought I had it hidden pretty well at home..." He mumbled, more to himself than to Vega; it was obviously something he didn't mean to say aloud.
Hearing the small and unirntentiol mumble, Vega glanced around before properly falling back onto Ăngel. Heâd heard that some people got items that theyâve used before, but it was pretty strange to actually hear that the rumour was true.
đ¤â âš " do you want to elaborate? "
"Well, this was actually passed down in my family for a while," He started speaking before he could stop himself, smiling behind his mask as he turned the pocket knife in his hands. "Passed down from my father's side; for how long, I'm not actually sure- but it still looks brand new, yeah?"
He looked up at Vega, suddenly realizing he'd gone on a tangent. He shrunk back a little and looked away, embarrassed.
"Ah. I started rambling. Sorry." He ran a hand through his hair, fixated on the wall next to him. Maybe if he willed it, he could disappear into thin air.
đ¤â âš " itâs not a big deal. But youâre right about it looking brand new. "
Vega didnât really care if someone else talked too much, especially because they werenât yapping about something without a pause. It wasnât really uncommon. In fact, Vega has a tendency to talk about things too much and not let others talk too, so itâd be hypocritical to hate on him for that.
"Ah...thank you. I'm...still not used to..." He trailed off and shook his head. "...nevermind."
He took a moment to examine Vega; they seemed normal enough, aside from the constant paranoia. So why were they...here?
"...yknow," He started after a moment. "You seem...not like the type to be here. You don't seem like the type to break the law."
Ăngel didn't know exactly why he was heading into the bar. It was something about the soft lighting and soothing atmosphere (as soothing as it could be in a death game) helped calm his mind.
He stepped inside, quickly scanning the bar as he tugged on his mask. It looked empty, until he spotted Vega.
He jumped a bit as he saw them snooping around, taking a cautious step back. Maybe he could leave and go find somewhere else to relax for a while, before they spotted him-
@mourning-assassin
// waves shyly hi hello
Vega, once again, has been poking at the pictures, furniture, and unsurprisingly the plants. It was annoying how they did this every single day, but it wasnât like it was the worst thing in the world. Youâd expect them to give up on snooping in the bar if they couldnât find anything every day they were here.
In a reluctant motion, Vega stepped back while fixing their posture to cross their arms over their chest. That was until they became aware of another personâs presence. Even without the sound of the footsteps, they just knew that the âmourning assassinâ was here.
đ¤â âš " what are you doing here? "
"Shit- um-"
Ăngel stood still for a moment. He didn't really have an answer to that. Not a good one, at least.
"...it's, ah. Nice in here." He mumbled out after a moment, taking a few slow steps inside the bar. "It's quiet. I can actually hear my thoughts in here..."
He chuckled a little bit, absentmindedly tugging his mask as he sat down on one of the seats, a good distance away from Vega. He pulled out his pocket knife and began fiddling around with it, glancing back at the other every so often.
'God, I'm sure this makes me look like a creep.'
Seeing the sharp tool being taken out, Vega visibly stiffened and shifted as far away as possible. They were basically off of their seat to leap away at any time the knife could even get slightly close to them. Well, it seems like they didnât have to worry about Ăngelâs âluckyâ charm.
đ¤â âš " it really does. Is that what the slot machine dropped or did you smuggle it in? "
"The machine dropped it," He began, not thinking about how dangerous it could be to be sharing information with another contestant. But, Vega surely wasn't a threat, though, right? They seemed...harmless enough.
"I'm...somewhat surprised, though. I don't know how they would've gotten this..."
"I thought I had it hidden pretty well at home..." He mumbled, more to himself than to Vega; it was obviously something he didn't mean to say aloud.
Hearing the small and unirntentiol mumble, Vega glanced around before properly falling back onto Ăngel. Heâd heard that some people got items that theyâve used before, but it was pretty strange to actually hear that the rumour was true.
đ¤â âš " do you want to elaborate? "
"Well, this was actually passed down in my family for a while," He started speaking before he could stop himself, smiling behind his mask as he turned the pocket knife in his hands. "Passed down from my father's side; for how long, I'm not actually sure- but it still looks brand new, yeah?"
He looked up at Vega, suddenly realizing he'd gone on a tangent. He shrunk back a little and looked away, embarrassed.
"Ah. I started rambling. Sorry." He ran a hand through his hair, fixated on the wall next to him. Maybe if he willed it, he could disappear into thin air.
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Ăngel didn't know exactly why he was heading into the bar. It was something about the soft lighting and soothing atmosphere (as soothing as it could be in a death game) helped calm his mind.
He stepped inside, quickly scanning the bar as he tugged on his mask. It looked empty, until he spotted Vega.
He jumped a bit as he saw them snooping around, taking a cautious step back. Maybe he could leave and go find somewhere else to relax for a while, before they spotted him-
@mourning-assassin
// waves shyly hi hello
Vega, once again, has been poking at the pictures, furniture, and unsurprisingly the plants. It was annoying how they did this every single day, but it wasnât like it was the worst thing in the world. Youâd expect them to give up on snooping in the bar if they couldnât find anything every day they were here.
In a reluctant motion, Vega stepped back while fixing their posture to cross their arms over their chest. That was until they became aware of another personâs presence. Even without the sound of the footsteps, they just knew that the âmourning assassinâ was here.
đ¤â âš " what are you doing here? "
"Shit- um-"
Ăngel stood still for a moment. He didn't really have an answer to that. Not a good one, at least.
"...it's, ah. Nice in here." He mumbled out after a moment, taking a few slow steps inside the bar. "It's quiet. I can actually hear my thoughts in here..."
He chuckled a little bit, absentmindedly tugging his mask as he sat down on one of the seats, a good distance away from Vega. He pulled out his pocket knife and began fiddling around with it, glancing back at the other every so often.
'God, I'm sure this makes me look like a creep.'
Seeing the sharp tool being taken out, Vega visibly stiffened and shifted as far away as possible. They were basically off of their seat to leap away at any time the knife could even get slightly close to them. Well, it seems like they didnât have to worry about Ăngelâs âluckyâ charm.
đ¤â âš " it really does. Is that what the slot machine dropped or did you smuggle it in? "
"The machine dropped it," He began, not thinking about how dangerous it could be to be sharing information with another contestant. But, Vega surely wasn't a threat, though, right? They seemed...harmless enough.
"I'm...somewhat surprised, though. I don't know how they would've gotten this..."
"I thought I had it hidden pretty well at home..." He mumbled, more to himself than to Vega; it was obviously something he didn't mean to say aloud.
// I didn't have asks on im so sorry guys helpđđ
