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Common Bonds

The moments it took for Eros' impatience to get the better of her felt like years in her head, the desperation to discover what had gone on writhing and twisting until it overpowered any sense of loyalty or kindness she might have felt towards the petite girl in front of her. She wanted to go exploring, and she wanted to go now. Taking another few steps away from Nicole, she offered an almost sympathetic smile, genuinely contemplating telling the girl where she'd be if she wanted to catch up for mere minutes before she just shook her head, blonde curls falling back over her shoulders as the sound of kitten heels pounding against a cold, damp sidewalk once again filled the air. It was slowly becoming clear to her the tonight probably wasn't the best night to wear heels, it seemed. But, then again, when you lived in the South, was any night a good night for heels? I didn't seem like it - you never did know you would need to run.

Slowing slightly as the street narrowed, her clattering feet quickly turned to deft steps, doing her best to weave between the piles of sick that were graciously deposited by some poor drunkard and the random deposits of peoples old household objects, bits and bobs like mattresses and toasters littering the streets like a poor man's car boot sale. It was only when she'd reached the end of the road that she spotted it - well, him - slouched on the ground. Her gaze quickly flickered over the scene, trying to piece together what had happened in as little time as possible. Honestly, some of it made very little sense to her, like someone had tried to stick pieces of two different jigsaws together, but it was starting to dawn on her that what had happened probably wasn't the best thing to ponder over, not when it seemed like blood was literally coating the road in red. Two people were dead, that much she'd figured. The other one? Eros'd just have to ask.

"So, a prostitute, a junkie and-" she paused, eyeing the crumpled man's scarf for a moment before finishing, "-a man with questionable fashion choices walk into an alley, who'd you reckon kills who?" She phrased it like a joke, doing her best to make light of even the darkest of situations by forcing a teasing smile and shutting any feelings she may have felt towards the victims up inside her, having convinced herself it wasn't her problem if someone else dies whilst she's around. It's not like she could help it anyway, right?
"...You alright there, buddy?" she finally asked, cocking her head to the side as she shoved her hands deep into her pockets, pulling her jacket around her slightly. She didn't really feel safe surrounded by all the blood and dirt, but she supposed there was no other way to live out here. Sometimes it was be or be killed, right? That's what she liked to think, anyway. Everyone had blood on their hands, one way or another .

Common Bonds

I am too, Shiver - I might give it one more day and then just post anyway, then if she comes back Nicole can just run and catch up?

It's been over a week, so...

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Where's Nevermind?

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Also still alive ^_^

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I have a few that I always use, mainly because I tend to recycle the characters a lot. I'm too lazy to write new CS's. Apart from Spencer's because this is my first time actually rping him

Also, he hair is amazing, I love the colour so much.

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Exactly where Spark had ended up when he'd staggered off, he didn't actually know. He was close enough to the group to hear their voices, but in exactly which direction he'd paced, he had no idea. All the trees looked the same, oak brown bark coated with a dark green moss, leaves and branches hanging lazily overhead like the weight of the leaves was physically pulling the soaring structures down to earth again. Still, where he was going wasn't really a concern for Spark at that point in time, shaking hands still manage to light the cigarette with a certain professional ease - the kind of finesse you only achieved when you'd been smoking a little too long. Even when he was on the verge of breakdown, Spark could still manage to light up. It was sad, really. It was the carcinogenic stick in his hand or the forest, however, and he knew he'd rather let his lungs go up in flames than the forest. He'd been dealing with things this way for years, and wasn't about to stop just because he was out in the middle of nowhere with people he didn't know. He didn't even want to think about what would happen if he ever ran out...

Snapping himself out of his thoughts, he lifted the fag to his lips, sucking the smoke into his mouth and inhaling, eyes closing for a minute as he cherished the nicotine hit, slowly breathing the light smoke out again, letting the cloud escape back out into the air with a quiet sigh. He couldn't deal with this, he couldn't spend the rest of the foreseeable future with a group of people he barely knew, hoping one of them wouldn't screw everyone over in the name of self preservation. What were they really supposed to do now? Sit and wait like sitting ducks? Everyone they knew was dead, not one single member of their tiny little town spared, and yet they were alive. There was something bitter and wrong about it, somehow, and Spark couldn't help but feel like he'd rather have just died along with everyone else. He wasn't a survivor. He wasn't even a follower, really. He didn't feel like he was anything, and he definitely didn't feel he was anything worth saving.

Taking another long drag, he turned around, only just seeing Raffy there, back pressed against a tree casually. He almost flinched, but, even if he had, she wouldn't have been able to tell - entire body still quaking slightly, Spark physically unable to stop it no matter how hard he tried. Admittedly, he didn't actually know what to say at first, holding the cigarette between his lips as he slipped the packet and his lighter back into his jean pockets, doing anything to avoid eye contact with her for a minute or two. He didn't want to talk, he didn't want to risk having a breakdown on the first day, and he certainly didn't want to risk a breakdown with her.

"D- uh - hello?" he said quietly, biting back the urge to just spout something sarcastic until she went away. He'd been brought up being lectured about not being rude, and he didn't intend to be just because he wasn't having a good time playing survival with a group of borderline strangers. Sure, he was scared, maybe even a little stressed, but that didn't mean he had any right to outwardly be a dick about it. Instead, of resorted to his usual nervous pattern, offering her a small smile as he took the cigarette out of his mouth again, flicking some ash to the ground lazily. He didn't know what else to say, so he left it at that, not even sure if there was anything else he could say - something like 'I'm sorry I freaked out because all my friends are dead' just not sounding right, somehow.

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Can we just talk about the fact my friend sent me a picture of how she was getting her hair done and it was the same picture as in Raffy's CS?!

Uh.

Also, I'm actually replying now. I know I said I would yesterday but I was super busy, and I am bad at time management.

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I'm posting tonight - I've been super busy since I got back bu I'll definitely have one up later, I promise!

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Sometimes I accidentally type lyrics into my replies, but I tend to leave them in there in case someone picks up the song their from. I end up writing cold hard ground a lot, it's seriously becoming a problem.

Go Radio are good, didn't the singer used to be in Mayday Parade?

Common Bonds

"Uh, okay?" Eros replied, accepting the hand like she'd accepted the watch, no idea what was actually going on, but doing her best to work with it anyway. That was the thing about the South, just as you thought you'd gotten used to all questionable activities: the gunshots in the night, the scenery that was littered with more beggars and prostitutes than actual litter, you thought you'd seen it all. You thought you'd adjusted, but you hadn't. The reality was is that there was always going to be something weirder, always going to be someone breaking the boundaries of 'normal behavior'. Eros hadn't quite gotten the hang of it yet, but she was getting there, slowly. Slipping the watch in her pocket, she turned to say something to Nicole as she laced their hands together, guessing that it didn't matter what she said, Nicole wasn't going to give it a verbal response, whether it was just out of shyness or something else.

"Do you-" she was cut off by a bin falling to the ground behind her, causing her to spin round, only just managing to keep from falling over in her heels, eyes narrowed defensively at the site. Bins didn't fall on their own, she knew that much, which meant someone must've knocked it over, but who? She'd been sure they were the only ones in the street, well, apart from the trash on the sidewalk that she'd had the pleasure of enduring before. That meant someone must've been by the bin, doing what exactly? Watching? What was there to see, other than Eros and whatever-her-name-was hold hands? That was the only conclusion she should come to, so she turned back to Nicole, thin lips pulling into a mischievous smile, eyes lighting up with a glamorous curiosity.

"Fancy an adventure?" she finished quickly, amending her sentence from asking for a name to something a little more exciting. She took a slow step back in the direction of the knocked over bin, leaving their bony fingers interlocked as her teeth pressed against her bottom lip, hoping Nicole would decide to join her in the escapade. Sure, it might be dangerous, but where was fun without a little bit of good old fashioned fear? Either way, Eros was going to investigate, it was just a matter of whether the girl came too.