EAT 'EM UP.

killing eve // the haunting of bly manor // brand new cherry flavor

IT WAS AN OVERSIGHT,    that’s how he ended up here.   a massive oversight to their plan,   if they had just been more cautious  —  he would have never ended up in the hands of the cops.    sitting in a holding cell with a few other anxious souls,    houston was not necessarily  worried  to be there.    no,  he knew that there was a whole  gang  of men that wouldn’t  REST  until  he was free.   not that i meant he was going to sit back  &  accept his situation.   being caught with a truck - load of drugs was a  POOR OUTCOME,   though it was not the worst that he could have been in for.   a lack of aggrevated assult with an illegal weapon,   and dismeanor.   this had everything to do with  speeding  and  posession  of drugs.   he’d done worse before,   which made him all the more grateful that he got caught on the  least of his crimes.   had it been anything else,   HOUSTON  would   NOT   have been permitted to sit there in the presence of other  petty criminals.   they would have realized  just how quickly he could band together a revolt  —   too bad that  public speaking was no strong suit.   

everyone was curious about their cellmates crimes,   wanting to know if they were  seated  next to a murderer or a drug dealer  —  as if it  really  made much of a difference.   the questions was posed to him more times than he could count on two hands that day,    sitting through processing for  hours now.    THEY DIDN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HIM.    they were currently in posession of fbi’s most wanted,    and he was too valuable to pass off to county jail.   

Murder? No, that was crazy. That was the sort of thing you ended up straight to the Underworld for, one of the very last scenes Set saw in the supercut of somebody's life right before they died as she ate their carcass.

Dognapping? Funny and ironic, but too cartoonish and who the hell cared anyway? (Actually, she would care if there was a rash of dognappings happening in town all of the sudden. Cut from the same cloth, simpatico, all that.)

She straightened up in her spot, eventually deciding to just stand up. What could a girl like her, standing at about 5'3'' and 110 pounds, realistically do? Looking smug, she finally answered, arms folded, "Grand theft." She looked a bit expectant, head tilted up like a child who'd just shown off a report card with all As, hoping for a bit of praise.

She wasn't sure why. He was a complete stranger to her, but everybody was at this point of her journey on Earth. He'd stood out on the fact that he seemed smarter than all the other poor souls that came through the holding cell in the last few hours; he seemed more scoundrel than saint, and she'd had a history (albeit, a toxic one) with those types.

“I am going to eat your soul… and SHIT IT OUT!”

Takes every ounce of self-restraint to not react. Stick with the damning glare, hold her tongue, keep both hands at her side — god, she wants to tear his throat out. That slow rise of anger makes it to the chest before she let it out. Pushes a hard sigh through the nose as Captain Shithead meanders back inside. Like it's no skin off his back that he continues this elementary bullying past grade school.

She thins her lips and looks up at the other, hand stalling its dabbing on her scratch. Christina, their manager, has helped her enough already—so she tries not to always need her. That said, as the youngest of three siblings, she's almost predisposed to be a needy person, a fawn still growing into her legs.