@tearstodust ; kai && five
kai had been in dc for a few weeks now, not by his own choice but everytime he left he seemed to reappear, as if it were magic. “you know —” he mused as he looked at the person standing nearby “— ive found myself in three prison worlds before. three. that’s more than your average person, so i know my fair share.” he rambled on as he leaned back in his seat “but normally they’re made for one person, me generally. maybe a bunch of crazy heretics, but there’s got to be at least a thousand people wandering around here, and none of us can leave? who’d you kill?”
five always likes to keep an ear open, likes to listen in and eavesdrop on random conversations here and there. he's used to strangers talking to him randomly, but this time, the other's words catch five's attention. the closest thing he's ever had to a prison world was hotel oblivion - which sucked enough, actually. " well, when you put it like that, guess i deserve to be here, " five practically huffs, hands stuffed in his pockets. " what the hell did you do to be caught in three prison worlds ? and what the fuck are heretics ? "
"so you agree, this place is hell. a prison, oblivion." kai nodded his head. he didn't understand how he'd gotten here, or what here really was. but nobody seemed overly happy to see him, for good reasons. "oh, a little murder. nothing major." he shrugged "a vampire witch."
















