#avecantora

     A prisoner refusing to eat wasn’t a new concept, but when that prisoner was a young boy, tied and restrained and frightened, it quickly became another story. His trembling hadn’t stopped since his confinement, but it had subsided greatly with exhaustion.

      I d͡͏i͢d͠ ̵n͟҉o͏̨t́͢͡h̵҉̸i̷͝n҉͜g͏̀ ̸̛w͘rò̶͜n͏͏̡g̷̕,͢͞ ͝I ͟͏̀ḑi̶͡d̸̕͜ ̵̀͢n͢͟͞o̶͘͢t͡hin̶̡͝g ̶̷w͏̧r͝͠o̸͟͞ń͢g̢,͞͞ ̸̕I̡ ̧͞d́͟i͜ḑ n͟o̴͡t̷̨h̶҉in̨g̛ w̸̡̛r͢o̴͜͟n͠g̢.̡̧.̶͝.

     Mikhail’s head had been placed on a pillow, arms kept tightly around himself forcefully from the jacket strapped onto his person; he mumbled quietly, eyelids drooping further every moment. He was tired... tired and scared and nothing here was familiar enough to find any comfort in.

     He heard footsteps and his eyes shot open once again, and his legs pushed painfully against the bed he’d been assigned to press himself against the wall to isolate himself further from whomever had dared visit.

And thus began the crime lord’s trip towards the Mediterranean region. A gorgeous area that Boss always had his eye on. Lots of interesting points of interest around here. Monaco was of great desire to the man. Didn’t know why, it just interested him. Now what seemed to be the best way to gain access into this city would be to just straight up parachute his way in. Being no stranger to just free falling meant Boss was more than ready to go ahead with this plan. A great feeling of excitement completely washed over Boss as he was told it was time to jump. Thankfully he had decided to put on the right garb in order not to freeze himself as he fell into the area.

With no time to waste, the man bolts out and dives towards the city, taking in it’s scale and finding himself a good target to land on. A rather empty rooftop was chosen and so waiting for the right time, Boss would then let out his chute and land onto the building. Yes, this feeling inside was a very welcoming one. Viewing the city and the people below enjoying the nightlife. It was thrilling to say the least. Soon he lands, immediately taking off his gear and finally getting a good look at what would hopefully be a new point in his ever-growing empire. ]

[1:54:07 PM] mermaid sugardaddy: boss confirmed Cool Tsun

[1:54:13 PM] Andre!: omfg

[1:57:03 PM] Andre!: it's not like I rly care about you ya baka

[1:57:41 PM] mermaid sugardaddy: ( boss voice ) baka

[1:57:52 PM] Andre!: GOD

[1:59:15 PM] mermaid sugardaddy: this lorg man saying baka

[1:59:16 PM] mermaid sugardaddy: fav

[1:59:25 PM] Andre!: NNOOOOOOOO

[2:00:36 PM] Andre!: I HATE THE IDEA OF HIM STUPIDLY AND IRONICALLY SAYING JAPANESE WORDS

[2:00:40 PM] Andre!: GOOOODDDDDDDDD

[2:01:12 PM] mermaid sugardaddy: ( boss voice ) desu ne

team striker before worick

I JUST REPLIED TO U TOO <3

☂:Favorite kind of weather.

Cold so I can wear these beanies that I have been making for the past two months. 

✤:Favorite kind of food.

I like burgers. And ravioli! 

▲:The Mun's Zodiac sign. (Any kind of Zodiac works!)

“Blast it, I’ve gone and gotten lost,” she grumbles under her breath as she finds herself on an unfamiliar street in Ergastulum. 

It’s really not like Adriana to actually get lost, but...seeing as she usually doesn’t utilize the main roads (unless she wishes to endure more side glances and mumbled ‘monster’ under the breaths of Normals), she finds herself in a bit of a bind as she raises her head to look at unfamiliar buildings. Technically, as a citizen, she maybe should be more knowledgeable of the streets, but curse her employer for making her pick up a package for the store in one area of the city that she seldom visits. If it’s due to memories of traveling with her grandmother to identify her father’s corpse or something else, she has little use for identifying the exact reason when she just wants to find her way back. 

Halting in her tracks and looking down at the small diagram of the path said employer had given her, she only grimaces as she raises her head to stare at the array of shops, only shaking her head when none help her gain her bearings. Is it possible I took a wrong turn when going to pick up that package? She wonders, massaging her temple with her left hand, and dropping the piece of paper in the process. Really, there are times when having only one hand for doing things is an inconvenience.  Lost in her train of thought, she is careless in looking out for people who might be headed in her direction, careless in making sure she’s not blocking someone else’s trek through the city (not that she cares at a time like this, it’s not her business), and fails to notice the woman headed in her direction.

“Oomph!” 

A collision, and then Adriana’s stumbled backward, knocked out of the train of thoughts and left only to blame herself and the stranger she’s bumped into. Feet getting caught on a crack in the road, her legs give way, and adding insult to injury, she falls to the ground.

Now lost and bruised, and on the ground, a prominent frown centers itself on her lips. This just went from bad, to worse. And, when she raises her head after checking for injuries, she notices that the stranger that she presumably collided with is still here. Still looking at her.