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Night two of some kind of festival. They weren’t too sure what it was for exactly but the smell brought them out. They were hungry. The street seemed pretty busy so Eddie was having second thoughts on being out, they could be a little problematic at times and he was hoping to keep a low profile.

[Let’s eat that guy.] Eddie shook his head as they passed a man crying on a framed photo, likely grieving. [He’s saaaad... death could make him happy.] Death would bring him closer to his loved one, it made sense. That was so wrong and he was almost agreeing. “I’m only gonna say this one more time. We are only going to eat bad guys. Do you see any bad guys here, huh?” Eddie gestured around the banquet, among the chatty people enjoying their meals, over the tables and tables of food. Then they saw it.

She can’t believe what she’s seeing in front of her. It had been so quiet earlier. Now? Not so much. People are running, people are fighting. She can hear screams EVERYWHERE she turns. In her overwhelmed state, she spots TWO figures. She knows immediately when honey brown eyes lands on them, and she could’ve sworn she felt she heard the sound of her own heart crushing at the sight of them. 

“Ka-Kang Ahjusshi....Ee-Eemo...”  

Someone stop her. All her senses are shut down due to the shock of having TWO people she cares about in the whole world appear before her. She’s approaching them. Hands out if only to touch them. She’s ignoring every instinct in her body that SCREAMS they are to be dead.

         Curious of his son’s relationships, Kanji’s old man shamelessly asks if he’s met any women. After stammering an “of course I have!”, the teen was pressed for the proof. Not realizing his old man was teasing him, he looked everywhere for his good friend Milo. She would definitely impress him!!! Running up to her with a huge grin on his features, he waves to her.

✾ 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆

Standoff | @araignee-du-soir Trouble | @iwant-to-live Identity | @engclsgleich Game | @rendezvousaveclamort Underground | @lavendervcined || Leo

⚜ 𝒢𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝒟𝒶𝓎𝓈 || ;;fields of gold and sun;;

Return | @timexout Musical | @flashofyellowlight Penzance | @chronal-anomaly Contest | @engclarztin Penzance | @mcrtii Hiding | @epistimis Brand | @luxmeditati || Gabe Festival | @luxmeditati Crisis | @imustanswer Chess | @newsouthgun Penzance | @engclsgleich

❧ Nεω Oνεяωαтcн || ;;old habits;;

Tides | @simple-geometry Debrief | @newsouthgun Play | @ampitup-frogboy Reunion | @alltheoldchannels

✧  𝔏𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 || ;;dead men tell no tales;;

Shipwreck | @infiltrationiisms Endangered | @iwant-to-live

♔  𝘒𝘢𝘪𝘫𝘶 || ;;tis thine own glory o titan;;

Mothra | @godchased

☼  𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐔𝐬 || ;;tbt;;

Supplies | @ampitup-frogboy

☠ Immortal || ;;immortalus;;

Offer | @araignee-du-soir

● Slasher || ;;out for blood;;

Every day non stop, that’s all Karma ever did. Eat through the undead until his time was up. The horrendous pain afterwards when Pembroke woke up had been terrible each time, but he knew he could not contain his appetite. Undead flesh was like a siren call to the beast, a snack he didn’t get often. If he managed to stay as a monster, the pain wouldn’t be there.

But that’s a price for playing human.

So Karma was out again, rolling through the undead with each sickening crunch. His sharp nose picking up the smell of familiarity once again. One he knew too well. He dropped the mangled body in his mouth and started forward, running on all fours when he shouted, the air vibrating with his bellow.

    The night was as black as the void, bright neon lights humming overhead as the two stood outside a dark building with its red closed sign flickering for a few moments before remaining on for a few moments. Scattered groups of people stumbled about, laughing obnoxiously loud or whispering under hushed breaths. It wasn’t long before it was just the two of them left on the street. The smell of liquor lingered in the air and could only assume it was on his person even though it was just as likely to have been a spilled bottle in the alley to the left of them.

    The words didn’t even finish leaving his mouth before she mentally discrediting his words. She’d worked and drunk her way into a deep stupor in enough bars to know the tell-tale signs of someone who was at least on the brink of being drunk – or perhaps he wasn’t completely lying. Alcohol wasn’t the only thing that could cause someone to act … odd.

         “I don’t know a thing about ya, but ya don’t seem all there or here,” she buried her hands as the night breeze attempted to bite through her jacket.

 Nothing good happens after midnight, went the age-old adage, and in this forgotten, transient hour of the night, Gaara was inclined to agree. The streets were empty. The faint yellow glare of streetlamps illuminated only the shine of mist over pavement and the faded street signs on the corner. All that lurked in the shadows this late were rats and those who saw fit to run among them.

 His slim form was propped up at the waist by a sooty brick wall, his feet angled straight out in front of him. He had crossed his arms heavily over his sunken chest, which now doubled as a barricade against this stranger’s impromptu interrogation. His skin burned against the chill in the air. The world and all its shine seemed swathed in a woolen blanket, muted and dulled to his own senses.

 “I’m not,” Gaara repeated, the words strung together in one sloping syllable. He turned his chin toward the woman, eyes bouncing off her face in their struggle to focus on a single feature. He wondered if she knew Kankuro, or if she was about to rob him blind. He was not terribly concerned either way. In fact, he was not terribly concerned about anything. He would be content to lean against this dingy wall until his limbs turned to calcified wood, if only it would bring him some peace and quiet.

“I’m really trying to like this place...but I want to go home..so....so..badly.”

I’ll give you four short ones to avoid rambling!