#splissken

In the warm hues of dusk, a predator looms overhead gliding on monstrous, giant wings.

It’s been so long since Vampi has had a decent meal, and her moral-kosher options are looking really sparse. Why this one? Well, he stinks of gunpowder. That’s about it.

( He could be a nice, friendly gun-store owner, or a teacher at a shooting range; he could’ve just lost that eye from some tragic childhood icicle accident. She’s really spitballing here. )

“ better than you. ”  the blonde purrs, staring at him from her upside down perch on the hood of a flamed out car, extremely banned candy popping from her lips as she fixes him with a half aware stare. relishing the smell of rust, burned out rubber + that awful mainlander veneer.

she pushes upright, pretty as a pin up in that abandoned to the island sort of way. yeah, her lipstick has carcinogens + her nail polish might glow such a pretty blue due to  the radium, but at least they were free. bloody hands + all.  “ and you seem as lost as a falkland lamb. ” she fixes him with a lopsided grin, hopping off the car with a crunch of aging metal, combat boots smacking against the tarmac.

“ you must’ve pissed some one off just right to get tossed out here. ” glitter tipped fingers dig into her ripped up teddy bear of a bag, pulling out black label cigarettes, tapping twice before offering the top. “ smoke? ”

                                @splissken​   [ chaotic one-liners ]  

❝ i don’t care what you can offer. i don’t trust you. ❞    

His posture straightens as he stares the other down. His look blank as icy blue eyes look him over one more time before landing back into their locked gaze. Nathaniel couldn’t blame the other for not trusting him, they didn’t know each other. Hell, he didn’t trust him or himself but he was working on the part about himself. Everyone else on the other hand? The former asset wasn’t ready for that and doubted he ever would be after what he went through. “I’m not offering you shit.” He finally says as arms stayed by his side, keeping his dominant hand near his sidearm just in case it was needed. “But since you came here and aren’t with them down there.” He says, angling his index finger down to indicate the floors below them. “From what I can tell anyway, then we need to get out of here alive and the best way to do that is together. Not that I’m jumping for joy at working alongside you either.” Was it working alongside him when it was just a brief team up to get out of here alive. Granted it was his fault they were here anyway, after him like they had been after him since the day he had escaped. And once more he was getting innocent life involved in his mess. 

            •°. *࿐ ❝Ugh… ew….❞, the pretty girl’s lips curl in utter disgust next, her eyes riveted on the man as though her gaze would stop him from existing. She brings her finger beneath her nose as though it might quell the stench. ❝You’re filthy! Keep away from me!❞

Sometimes Addy liked to pry, she liked to poke and prod at people just a little bit. Which is not to say it was always malicious, sometimes it was just simple curiosity. And sometimes, trying to crack someone else open was the only way for her to be vulnerable herself. She looks at the man curiously, debating whether or not to ask the question in mind. She isn’t sure what prompted the thought, she just knows that it’s one that haunted her sometimes. Finally she settles on voicing it, “do you ever feel like bad things are going to happen, and you can’t stop them? You can’t do anything, you just have to wait?“

@s–plissken

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Iwai never stops trying to initiate conversation with Snake, even if he gets just a grunt. He is absolutely determined to get 5+ words out of Snake at some point. At this stage they should be fairly good at gauging each other’s moods and will act accordingly. Iwai’s more likely to try make Snake feel better, but in a less chatty way. He’ll press but change the subject if he gets shot down. They don’t really talk about important stuff but they still trust each other in a sense, I think. (This is so vague, haha…)

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Asshole. Kinda hot.

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“This thing?” Iwai echoed, pointing towards the cat sitting haphazardly inside the hood of his jacket. “I think his name is Morgana. Why, Plissken, don’t you like cats?”