#bloodbared

Temperance wasn't sure what it was about him.

Richter had never made much of an impression on them before. But they'd sailed through high school without a care in the world. They hardly noticed anything or anyone. He'd probably been there, and they just hadn't been paying attention, and then they'd left town.

Unfortunate circumstances led them back home, but that didn't mean they were going to give up on the Youtube grind. It was what was paying off their student loans, of course, so there wasn't much choice either way. They were back and looking for new leads on anything paranormal and they found him.

Temp had sat through the interview easily. Asked all the right questions at all the right times. Responded appropriately. Laughed when they were meant to, all the great things an interviewer did, they did. Things had a tendency to come easy to them, after all. But they were more than just enjoying the interview, they were enraptured by it. By him.

Maybe it was wrong, or weird to be so attracted to a man telling them about all the spilled guts he'd seen but they couldn't help themself. There was just something about him. Maybe it was their similar interests? Maybe it was having someone so engaged in what they were doing and saying? They didn't know. By the time the interview was over, Temperance was practically squirming in their seat.

They smile at Richter, glancing back at their camera set up. They stand and move to turn it off. Normally they'd leave it on to catch some post production, maybe some b-roll, anything like that. But not tonight. Tonight, they were going to shoot their shot. And who knew? Maybe luck would be on their side.

"listen." Their voice is casual. "i'm not normally so bold..."

Not on things like this, anyway. They'd only ever had one partner sexually and that had been one of the most awkward and uncomfortable experiences of their life.

the way karolina's ankles were tightly crossed, shoulders slightly curled, and her chin pointed down to her phone - wasn't out of the ordinary. it was the silence that loomed in the space between the two that shifted uncomfortably. karolina's pupils dilated to images scrolled on the phone screen. illuminated with twitter feed, and company emails she already answered. if she stared long enough maybe @bloodbared would disappear. leave her home. put an end to this childish misery.

silent treatment. withholding communication. quite the opposite for someone's line of work in which the sole purpose was communication. sitting here, at the end of her couch, silently still - was a petty moment pushed beyond nine to five. karolina was trapped in a stubborn streak.

with each step she took, all that could be heard aside from her steady breathe was the slight click of her boots against the tile floor. fingers idly twirled her set of keys, brows furrowed together in silence. skylar was still trying to come down for the adrenaline rush that she always received after a solid race. tonight was no different.

or that WAS the case until the local buzzkill choose to make an appearance. the thin girl knew that it was a bit harsh to judge the other based on their parents job. nevermore, the young criminal couldn’t deny that their different backgrounds made it extremely difficult to relax around them. & top things off, the feelings that stirred & boiled within her at the mere sight of them caused even more confusion than she knew what to do with.

the world had gone to shit RAPIDLY, far quicker than the soft bronze skinned femme ever imagined it would have. then again she truly thought that the living dead was something that could only be found in hollywood. within the past short four months that had been proven completely incorrect. amber hues narrowed slightly as she placed the current stolen car into park.

daylight was usually the safest time to go out hunting for food & supplies. of course, she was far from naïve. always making sure to have any & all forms of protection on her at all times. during the apocalypse one could never be too safe. that was something she firmly believed in.

each footstep was placed with careful consideration, optics never once resting in one place for too long. aura needed to be aware of every inch of her surrounding, it's how she made sure she survived. it hadn't stirred her wrong in the past four months. coming to a quick stop, she placed her back against the cold white wall the second she heard movement within in the next room.

it shouldn't have surprised her as much as it had. nonetheless, she found herself nearly speechless as her wide, light hues landed upon the women's clothes in the closet. once she had spotted those, it was far too easy for her to notice every other warning sign. a single hand raked through her blonde hair, and an irritated moan escaped from her lips.

good going, she thought to herself as she continued to examine the room she was currently standing in, almost completely nude -- aside from the shirt that wasn't even hers that clung to her petite frame. ❛   fucking bastard. ❜ she mumbled under her breathe. spinning on her heals, the femme made her way back to the bedroom she had left the male in.

In the dim confines of their new home, Jude huddled on the floor behind the bed in the oppressive silence that had filled the house all night. She still couldn't believe her father had forced this union on her. All her life, she'd strived to avoid him and his business, his violent lifestyle a constant shadow she desperately wanted to outrun. But somehow, she'd been dragged back into it.

She'd met Z a few times, enough to know their differences were as vast as the ocean, their mutual dislike a palpable tension in the air. The awkwardness of their first night together in the same house was a suffocating blanket, the weight of her father’s expectations pressing down on her like a physical force.  Jude wondered how long she could hide out in the bedroom from him before he'd attempt to look for her.

as her eyes followed the other who continued to pace back and forth in front of her , a quiet sigh slipped past her lips. taking a moment to mentally prepare herself , with ease she tucked her legs underneath her as she readjusted on the bed.