#stllinski

one blink. two. another for good measure. tendrils lightly shadowing her cheeks as she glared at him. she had hoped he could feel the burn of her stare through those thick, black shades of hers. “ i know that the glasses hide one of the most important features to reading someone — windows to the soul and all ... ” lips pursed as she paused, thinking on the next words to leave her mouth. “ but i'm very serious. and slightly offended that you couldn't tell. ” vermillions were formed into a pout, skillfully performed in a manner that demonstrated her point while also emphasizing its lightheartedness. there was a flair of childishness that rested within her, brought out to the surface in his presence — perhaps she never found it safe enough to be so vulnerable. not that she was, not that she'd ever allow herself to be, but it was nice play the part. “ i can't fight well if my hands are frozen. and cramping. and in pain. i already run cold. ” the lack of layers was certainly of no help, but she'd sacrificed comfort for fashion — and she'd do so again and again. slender digits wiggled once more in his direction. “ i can say please ? ”

kezo stared at him. simply stared, as if the words that'd fallen out of his mouth were the most stupidest things a person could say. as if it weren't obvious enough. “ no shit. ” he coughed out, countenance agonizingly lackluster in every aspect of a reaction to seeing what was happening before them. well, further down into the woods they'd tracked out to and were now pretending some skinny tree trunks were wide enough to camouflage them both. “ the chanting and the masks ... that didn't do it for me. thought it was a school play. ” it did resemble a school play, something so embarrassingly amateurish in his eyes that he had the thought of turning around and leaving the crowd to their own devices, whatever demonic entity that may come out of it or whatever their goal was. they weren't given enough information about the case to start with, other than the slew of mutilated corpses littered along the various acres of land in a poor attempt of shallow graves. and here, he could see now that they were planning to carve someone up for their god. whatever god they thought they were making offerings for. “ the freak holding a scythe — not human. he's likely the one leading all of this. ”

EW WE ATTACK @beemovie2007 AT MIDNIGHT

                this  is  how  they  all  are.  fucked  up  and  run  over  until  it’s  just  a  nature  of  it.  this  is  just  how  it  is.  everyone’s  tired.  nobody’s  special.  we  all  get  to  suffer  just  for  living.  suddenly,  her  grip  tightens  severely,  and  she  reaches  up  and  smacks  him  with  her  other  hand.  harsh,  ceej.  she  lets  go  completely.    “  wake  up.  ”    she’s  sneering  down  at  him,  a  little.

i'm not afraid of you. she glanced around. the demon was dead, so very, very dead and right in front of him, as he could obviously see, so he must have been talking to her. “ o - kay, well, that's a start. ” considering she didn't have sixteen arms or three heads, she thought maybe she could spin this in her favour. “ you didn't need to say that, by the way. i could tell that much by the fact you're like, squaring up to me right now. put your fists down, i'm not going to fight you. i mean, would you really hit a girl? ”

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  generally she fight with everyone all of the time so i could see. Spats. frequently. 

"i'm really not." beck's smile doesn't make it to her eyes these days. her fingers flex around her mug of coffee and she shakes some stray strands of hair from her eyes, "just lucky. or - - - really unlucky." sure, her manager-run instagram is full of inspirational quotes about finding yourself in tragedy and surviving the impossible, but beck only half-believes it on a good day. any number of factors could have shifted just slightly and she'd be an amazing dead girl. so. "thanks, though. you're sweet."

                cj  turns  to  look  at  him,  giving  him  a  once-over  before  she  decides  he  doesn’t  look  any  more  ruffled  than  he  should  be.    “  is  that  it?  i  missed  a  few  calls?  ”