#screamtunes

Now   this,   this   was   more   like   his   normal.   The   'POPSTAR'   —   insert   the   exaggerated   paawp   in   there   —   was   a   little   thang,   long-limmed   as   he   was,   but   what   he   lacked   in   the   verticle   sense   he   made   up   for   in   attitude.   Ji-woon   —   lord   help   him,   he   was   tryin'   not   to   sound   like   a   hick   saying   his   name   —   always   felt   to   him   like   a   kitten   that   got   its   tail   stepped   on   or   been   dunked   in   a   bucket   of   water.   Claws   out,   perturbed   ball   of   fluff   that   amused   itself   by   battin'   at   all   the   little   dead   rats   (   survivors   )   too   stupid   to   know   they   were   utterly   doomed.

While   he   couldn't   understand   much   of   what   he   was   sayin'   sometimes   —   hell,   this   was   the   first   time   he'd   ever   even   SEEN   an   asian   that   wasn't   chinese   —   he   liked   the   way   he   sounded   when   he   spoke.   He   never   seen   anyone   or   anything   like   him   growin'   up   on   the   frontier   in   Mid-western   America.   Truth   be   told,   he   liked   the   whole   picture   he   painted;   he   understood   the   appeal   just   fine.   Caleb   never   seen   anyone   as   purdy,   delicate   looking,   or   as   lovely   as   Ji-woon   was   in   his   ENTIRE   LIFE.

The   people   where   he   come   from   were   barely   even   healthy   as   it   was,   disillusioned   with   life,   and   had   no   time   or   resources   to   really   fix   themselves   up   too   much.   The   men   were   all   rugged,   dirty,   UGLY   sunovabitches,   and   they   stank   to   high   heaven;   they   were   nasty   critters   that's   for   damn   sure.   And   the   women   —   well,   he   was   prettier   than   any   female   he'd   ever   laid   eyes   on   in   the   west   by   LEAPS   AND   BOUNDS.   The   man   looked   like   he   was   as   soft   to   the   touch   as   a   silk   sheet   was.   He   certainly   looked   like   somethin'   too   high   dollar   and   exquisite   for   someone   like   Caleb   to   have   ever   seen   ,   even   if   he   had   been   in   the   wild   west.   He   would   have   been   too   damn   poor   to   afford   whatever   it   was   he   was   sellin'      ...   makin'      ...   performin'   ?   Hm.

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THIS PLACE DIDN’T FEEL FAMILIAR- Elliott had travelled plenty of planets and cities within them yet this place... Something about it didn’t feel RIGHT. It was too dark to get a proper look around, and he wasn’t sure what but something filled him with DREAD. His trusty Wingman was held tight in one hand, glancing around until he heard footsteps approaching. 

She sits up more from where she was under the tree, admiring her knife. A perfect replica of the Vorpal blade. She stands, hearing a heartbeat. The voices were picking up again. Warning her of danger. She shrugs them off and moves, following the sound of the heartbeat.

There was somebody new in her realm.. she could see him now. She disappeared, appearing nearby, then snuck up behind him, placing the blade at the silver haired man's throat. "I'm going to give you five seconds to tell me who you are, and why you're here, otherwise, your blood will paint this area red." She warns, darkly.

MORE SOOSIE LOVE WE LOVE TO SEE IT!!!

Here's some more ramblings; Susie is a baby gay and she was just experimenting w/ her sexuality when she was dragged into the fog. She has a giant ass crush on Julie and even some of the other female killers, but she never acts on them ever. In reality, she would probably date someone around her age rang, since crushes are crushes yknow.

"'now'?"