#cxttony

        the punch is satisfying. he’s pretty sure it draws blood - no, it does. his lip splits from the force and it’s warm on his chin and even his healing is struggling to keep up with everything. he’s about to open his mouth, about to ask Ellis to hit him again but he doesn’t have to ask, it’s already happening.

       and he laughs, stumbling back until his back thumps against the wall and he’s holding his chin, feeling the bones knit back together feeling the heat the scalding heat from his skin searing wounds closed. his split lip is no more, but the blood still remains.

        his body sighs, a calm passes over him momentarily before he’s pushing off the wall and slamming full force into the other, teeth in skin and nails in skin and there’s a solid punch somewhere on Ellis though he isn’t exactly sure where.

Badboy17 is online… tr4shk1ng detected.

The person had been making quite a splash in forums as of late, and certainly not earning the favor of most of the other hackers there. Defalt the only one thus far seeming to humor him; Clara was never one for these sites nor spending time tracing simple trolls. Though this was a request, or rather, a dare from the aforementioned child, although she had never imagined the tricks this troll could have up their sleeve. Piano fingers moved easily across the keyboard, a little green dot appearing beside her username.

        ruvik would love to r i p it to pieces;         one bit of asphalt at a time.

  he has to admit, however, night   has always been his favorite. it   isn't half as bad as daylight when   there is traffic all along the street.

               the entity stands on the yellow                line striping the center of the                highway, eyes wandering, tak-                ing in the sights, the smells--

                                   the person stepping along the sidewalk.

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          Teeth pierce flesh, visible spaces where his           fangs should be black against the white and           red. With no precision to apply blood flows           freely from the wound, its consistency dark           and thick. Delsin's eyes are closed as he           drinks from the still body -- he feels the girl's           heartbeat against his, and god that aches. He           would never live again. Not like this. It's           when he realizes he has an audience that           he finally stops, retracting his mouth and his           gaze rising to find Ellis watching him. Shit. 

What's my reputation? What do you think when you see my URL?