I haven't lost anything ęxćėpŧ mŷ MİŊĐ.
I try to take off mŷ ĦĚĄĐ śőmęŧımēś.
(You could be empty.)
You felt the ĊŐŁĐŊĖŞŚ in my eyes, and something I'm not ŘĘVĖĄŁİŊĢ.
Though you got used to my ĐĮŜĠŲİŞĚ, you can't shed this awful FĘĒŁİŊĢ.
[There's blood on my hands like the blood in you.]
Sharpen UP your ŦĘĒŦĤ. Your dreams are MORE than worth ĐĘFĖŊĐĮŊĢ.
{You need to let go...}
((Lol are you SERIOUSLY thinking of JUST walking up to that building? You might wanna rethink your post newbie-to-the-rp. You obviously don't know who you're dealing with. smile ))
Speaking of the traitor-b***h, she crept around the cage in her monster form, her signature click-click-clack-clack politely announcing her presence for Jared.
Upon seeing the look on John's face, she snorted, then bared her slicing teeth at the poor Chimera in mockery.
Then, just like that, she changed into her human form, her octopus ability giving her the look of clothing even though she probably really wasn't wearing anything. Not like you'd be able to tell by feeling her shirt and skirt and leggings. That signature pale orange hair flowed down powerfully-deceiving shoulders.
Hiccadu the human leaned against an empty cage, smirking in relish at John's torment.
"I've already focused in on their location," she informed Jared. "The Chimera known as Panther was a lucky little b***h, saved thanks to this annoying peasant here." She kicked John's cage lightly for emphasis as she grinned, hands in her pockets. Then that grin turned into a taunting sneer. "That chick Luna was your only hope of survival, and look at that. Torn apart into little pieces, squealing like a pig to butcher. Some savior of your pathetic race. Picking off that little chickadee of yours along with that other punk brat will be easy now. Expect to see them half-dead in cages right next to yours before the week is over." Then she chuckled icily, biting back a laugh and failing as she gave him tyrannical, malicious grin. "Haha! Either that or body bags!"
Hiccadu had also undergone some radical changes. Over the month and a half that she had been working alongside Jared, she had picked up a large majority of his snide vocabulary, and advanced it to match her own tastes. However, she was a chameleon when it came to persona, and she could drop the cruelty in an instant if the situation called for it, regardless of whom she was addressing.
In a way, she was entirely neutral. She was programmed to act on orders, after all. If she were told to protect the Chimerae, she would. If she was ordered to kill, she would.
She was a tool. Just like the Chimerae she tracked were built to be. But a tool that was indispensable to both Yani and Jared. As much as Jared hated to admit it.
Too bad the others weren't the success SHE was.
In a FIGHT that's ŊĘVĒŔ-ĖŊĐĮŊĢ, go on. Go ahead and PŖŎVĘ MĖ WŘŎŊĢ.
{...of letting go...}
It's the me that İ ŁĘŦ ŶŐŲ KŊŌŴ, 'cause I never show - İ ĦĄVĒ MŶ ŖĒĂŞŐŊŚ.
Feel the pain that İ ŊĒVĘŘ ŚĦŌŴ, and I hope you know İŤ'Ş ŊĖVĘŔ ĦĔĄŁİŊĠ.
[Some things can't be treated, so don't make me be myself around you.]
If you need a confession, Į'm ĢŪİŁŦŸ.
Let's twist the knife 'til they čąŋ'ŧ šŧőp βŁĘĚĐİŊĢ..
(And I could be right here empty with you.)
I try to take off mŷ ĦĚĄĐ śőmęŧımēś.
(You could be empty.)
You felt the ĊŐŁĐŊĖŞŚ in my eyes, and something I'm not ŘĘVĖĄŁİŊĢ.
Though you got used to my ĐĮŜĠŲİŞĚ, you can't shed this awful FĘĒŁİŊĢ.
[There's blood on my hands like the blood in you.]
Sharpen UP your ŦĘĒŦĤ. Your dreams are MORE than worth ĐĘFĖŊĐĮŊĢ.
{You need to let go...}
((Lol are you SERIOUSLY thinking of JUST walking up to that building? You might wanna rethink your post newbie-to-the-rp. You obviously don't know who you're dealing with. smile ))
Speaking of the traitor-b***h, she crept around the cage in her monster form, her signature click-click-clack-clack politely announcing her presence for Jared.
Upon seeing the look on John's face, she snorted, then bared her slicing teeth at the poor Chimera in mockery.
Then, just like that, she changed into her human form, her octopus ability giving her the look of clothing even though she probably really wasn't wearing anything. Not like you'd be able to tell by feeling her shirt and skirt and leggings. That signature pale orange hair flowed down powerfully-deceiving shoulders.
Hiccadu the human leaned against an empty cage, smirking in relish at John's torment.
"I've already focused in on their location," she informed Jared. "The Chimera known as Panther was a lucky little b***h, saved thanks to this annoying peasant here." She kicked John's cage lightly for emphasis as she grinned, hands in her pockets. Then that grin turned into a taunting sneer. "That chick Luna was your only hope of survival, and look at that. Torn apart into little pieces, squealing like a pig to butcher. Some savior of your pathetic race. Picking off that little chickadee of yours along with that other punk brat will be easy now. Expect to see them half-dead in cages right next to yours before the week is over." Then she chuckled icily, biting back a laugh and failing as she gave him tyrannical, malicious grin. "Haha! Either that or body bags!"
Hiccadu had also undergone some radical changes. Over the month and a half that she had been working alongside Jared, she had picked up a large majority of his snide vocabulary, and advanced it to match her own tastes. However, she was a chameleon when it came to persona, and she could drop the cruelty in an instant if the situation called for it, regardless of whom she was addressing.
In a way, she was entirely neutral. She was programmed to act on orders, after all. If she were told to protect the Chimerae, she would. If she was ordered to kill, she would.
She was a tool. Just like the Chimerae she tracked were built to be. But a tool that was indispensable to both Yani and Jared. As much as Jared hated to admit it.
Too bad the others weren't the success SHE was.
In a FIGHT that's ŊĘVĒŔ-ĖŊĐĮŊĢ, go on. Go ahead and PŖŎVĘ MĖ WŘŎŊĢ.
{...of letting go...}
It's the me that İ ŁĘŦ ŶŐŲ KŊŌŴ, 'cause I never show - İ ĦĄVĒ MŶ ŖĒĂŞŐŊŚ.
Feel the pain that İ ŊĒVĘŘ ŚĦŌŴ, and I hope you know İŤ'Ş ŊĖVĘŔ ĦĔĄŁİŊĠ.
[Some things can't be treated, so don't make me be myself around you.]
If you need a confession, Į'm ĢŪİŁŦŸ.
Let's twist the knife 'til they čąŋ'ŧ šŧőp βŁĘĚĐİŊĢ..
(And I could be right here empty with you.)
