Mar 20, 2019
@nigellecter: *makes Chiyoh a beautiful starter*
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@nigellecter: *makes Chiyoh a beautiful starter*
me:
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“Some people choose to see the ugliness in this world. The disarray. I choose to see the beauty.” (from Hannibal to Bedelia)
* .WESTWORLD SENTENCE STARTERS; * . / @nigellecter (accepting)
there is an obvious response forming on the tip of her tongue, words not without the burden of thought, kindling doubt like a match lit and extinguished in a single un-rehearsed moment.
❝ beauty is not uniformed to cater to the masses, hannibal-the disarray you see, such as the beauty is different to any individual.❞ bedelia didn’t need to explain herself, nor her choice of words, the beauty in which he saw was not the beauty in which she saw. and she questioned then, would she ever be able to see it such the way as hannibal lecter ?
Happy early birthday. Hope everything goes splendidly!
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‘What happened?’ (from young!nigel)
Send ‘What happened?’ for a starter of my muse injured
The soft tink! of rain bounding off the metal plating on his ped was deafening in his audials. Well, the one that was working anyway. The yellow mech slowly dragged his stabilizer closer to his chest as he hissed in pain but managed to pull his ped from the rain.
Self repair systems offline … Rebooting …▮
The sound of a train above him was even louder than the rain but there was nothing he could do about that. Not until his self repair systems came online to fix what they could. Not only were his audials damaged but so was his stabilizer … there was no way he would be able to transform and get out of the city let alone this parking lot.
That bit of information he kept to himself when he was asked what happened to him. The human that approached him was young, young enough to not be much of a threat, even while Bee was injured.
Self repair systems online …
❝Decepticons,❞ he answered slowly as his hearing slowly came back as a low tone before clearing up and being completely restored, ❝it was an ambush,❞ he added.
He should have known better. Part of him knew it was a trap but he kept going anyway.
“Moan” (from Hannibal to Mischa, oops)
send me “moan” and i’ll generate a number ! \ \ accepting until sinday !
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12 for @nigellecter: your muse goes down on mine
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💋(from Nigel)
SEND A HEART FOR A SPECIFIC KISS. // @nigellecter
Send 💋 for a random kiss. Put through a randomizer and got:Send 💕 for good night/morning kiss.
IT WAS THE END OF THE NIGHT for most people. The mundane people were closing their businesses up for the night while parents were tucking their children into bed to get a good night’s sleep before school the following morning. The moon was just barely visible behind thick puffs of smokey gray clouds and crickets were starting their irritating songs outside. It should have been the end of the night for most people, Anna included, but it wasn’t. She wasn’t getting a lot of sleep these days, not when she was closing in on the assholes who’d fucked her over. They were just the tip of the iceberg, knowing there was a lot more to her attack than she realized. She wasn’t just randomly targeted. Tonight she had to meet some shady fuckers in a bar. Could be pretty hairy, too, something she had to psych herself up for. Anna was going to part ways from Nigel now, claiming she was going to head home and get some sleep. More like drive right to the bar and hope she got what she needed with ease.
❝ As much as I adore these philosophical conversations I gotta get going. We should pick this up some other time though, yeah? ❞ They were both professionals in the criminal field and she could respect that. It was kind of nice just talking to someone who didn’t judge her up and down for being a smuggler, or having to hide that at all. ❝ Wish me a good night’s sleep. ❞ More like wish her luck at the damn bar. Without giving it a second though she reached up to press her lips up against Nigel’s own, lingering for a moment longer than she had planned. But hey, a kiss never really hurt anybody, did it? With a smile and a flirtatious look in her eye she pulled back from him and pulled her jacket closer around her as she prepared to part ways from him. ❝ Nighty night, Mr. Lecter. ❞
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Quite honestly it took Anna a moment to remember what her BLOOD TYPE was at all. She couldn’t recall any time in particular when someone had informed her of what her blood type was. Not even her physicians happened to inform her when she was in the middle of a checkup, or the odd times when she really needed stitches that she couldn’t do herself so she made up shitty excuses of where they had come from to begin with. Sometimes it happened on the job, other times because she was in fights - sometimes she happened to instigate them, but that was neither her nor there. Even her medical records she was sent home with at the end of an exam didn’t state her type. All it said was that her calcium levels needed to be worked on sometimes, but she was doing fantastic with her gluclose and cholesterol levels for an American, as they were stereotyped for living off of fast food and sugar. According to science, the obesity reports were high, but Anna wasn’t chugging sodas and Big Macs all of the time either.
Anyways, she she as a SMUGGLER. She didn’t work for some underground company that had her best interests and well being in mind. They didn’t need to know everything in case something happened and she needed a blood transfusion or God forbid a new organ. She certainly didn’t get millions of dollars either. Anna was a freelancer. Trusted clients called her when there was a job and she got half at the start and the second half when the job was done. Smuggling wasn’t easy, but she had learned from the best and had filled his shoes when he DISAPPEARED.
The blonde shifted her weight from one foot to the next, hands sliding deeper into the pockets of her jacket to try and capture more warmth to warm her cool skin. ❝ B+, ❞ she finally answered him with a sigh. She was surprised she remembered that at all without having to make a call to her doctor to see if they’d release that over the phone. Anna being Anna, she added, ❝ Not as call as AB but we live with what we got I guess. What about you, strange and mysterious? What’s yours? ❞
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beck was all over the place right now, she had run so far without telling anyone. nobody could know where she was, not a soul that knew her before. still, she was having trouble finding her way around bucharest. before she knew it, she was crashing into a gentleman. Instantly she fell to the ground, embarrassed and now with two skinned knees. “oh god, I’m so sorry!” she blurted out as she looked up at him.