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"Perfect," she answered and took off running, to not stopping for a second to see if Grantaire could keep up.

"The question is who we want to prank." Grantaire looked at her, thoughtful. "Stranger, or someone we know?" He grinned, obviously up for a bit of mischief. "And, skeletons are on discount, probably."

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|| Stater for Aria

"I know I can't afford to go home for Thanksgiving, but I also don't want to, I don't know, go to a restaurant, so what are my-- Oh hi there, are you free for Thanksgiving?" Sammi-Jo asked, immediately ditching her friend to stare at the girl in front of her.

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Gabriel walked into the autobody shop nervously. They were picking up their dad's car, when their dad promised they'd be able to drive it home. It was three blocks. A short walk there, grab the car, walk it back. But it didn't make them feel any better.

"Uh, hi, I need-- uh-- I have a car. Well, you have the car. For me to drive. Not bought or anything. My dad's car. You-- wheel. A wheel had to be fixed. Well-- replaced. Well-- car."

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"Well, there are crimes of opportunity, where we steal the skeletons and use them nearby, which I'm considering, purely for lack of funding," she said good-naturedly.

"The question is who we want to prank." Grantaire looked at her, thoughtful. "Stranger, or someone we know?" He grinned, obviously up for a bit of mischief. "And, skeletons are on discount, probably."

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Sammi-Jo looked down at herself, as if being unsure if someone dumped a honeycomb all over herself or not. "No, and I shower at least.... semi-regularly. I haven't done a full hair anything in a while, and it's a tiny bit long--" it was about half a centimeter--, "so hopefully if you smell something it's someone else."

"Woah, woah, what's that?"

Serenity grabbed the stranger by her arm, stopping her in her tracks. The café was bustling with people and NYC was bitterly cold, having just turned from autumn splendor into ice slate and mud. Condensation fogged the windows, and the door bell had just chimed out; she'd brushed up against the other woman as she stepped over the threshold, on the hunt for warm cocoa, and gotten a whiff of... something. Serenity's dark eyes gleamed with something reflective, cat like, and her eyes widened. Her True Sight couldn't pierce through whatever glamour or ward the woman was wearing - but she could smell that heady aroma of... ambrosia? "What in the nine hells, honey, did someone dump a honeycomb all over you or somethin'?"

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Sammi-Jo paused. "I know a lot of pranks. And now that Halloween is over, there are skeletons everywhere."

"Oh, you know life's full of opportunities. To fuck shit up, or get screwed over. Nothing changes." Grantaire grinned, leaned forward, elbow on one knee, his chin rested in his hand.

"So, what are you going to do? Cause trouble, or try not to get screwed over by life? I'm in either way."

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Okay, this is a starter call. Life is tough, but we are tougher (or at least the characters we rp are). This is open to mutuals and new people, I would love some fresh blood.

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Gabriel froze. "I hope you know-- or not-- well--" They paused and laughed. "What would you say if I was?"

muse. meredith dorian. teaching assistant. open to. m / f / nb.

“if i didn’t know any better, i’d say you were trying to flirt with me.”

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"Oh, I'm sure you did. There's always something to see," Sammi-Jo said, teasing in a way that she knew might be creepy.

muse. daisy page. singer-songwriter. open to. m / f / nb.

“i thought i saw something… i must be going crazy.”

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For mutuals OR non-mutals, I'd love to do a scary or sweet Halloween plot. If you respond to this please tell me whether you want scary/sweet/either/both and what character if you're interested in (for me or you) if you have a preference. I will send you at least FIVE Halloween ideas and we'll choose something good.

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Sammi-Jo paused. "Well, I don't know. Do you think it's hard missing part of a finger? Like, your pinkie doesn't really do much."

Gordon was a little creeped out, but he obliged anyway.

"I can...I can heal you if you want." Gordon asked and suggested. "It won't be painful...."

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"Cause trouble. That is all I really need," Sammi-Jo teased. "Don't know how yet though."

"Oh, you know life's full of opportunities. To fuck shit up, or get screwed over. Nothing changes." Grantaire grinned, leaned forward, elbow on one knee, his chin rested in his hand.

"So, what are you going to do? Cause trouble, or try not to get screwed over by life? I'm in either way."

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The train stopped again and Gabriel stood. "Yeah, I think that might be smart."

They walked forward and went to the door between the cars. They yanked on it over and over, but there was no luck.

"What do we do now?"

"We could at least try to find out what's going on with the conductor.",Raphael agreed. None of this was feeling right. He couldn't understand why it was this dark. Or just why the train wasn't acting the way it should. But he wasn't going to sit by and not figure it out. Looking at Gabriel, he asked,"Should we just go?"

"I feel more people might cause issues.",he added. Numbers sometimes was smart. But in this situation, it didn't feel right. There would be too many people terrified. Or getting more terrified than they needed to be. And it just seemed wiser to keep it to just the two of them.

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Sammi-Jo shrugged. "Haven't you always wanted a picture of you holding your own finger? I'm going to show everyone back home."

Gordon froze at that request, his face contorted into a look of confusion that could rival Captain Jack Sparrow's own.

"Why?" He asked curiously, morbidly.

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Sammi-Jo pull her finger out, blood dripping out of her mouth. "Dang flabit this hurts like a rabid turtle. Don't apologize though. Whole thing is awesome. Can you take a picture of me?"

Gordon went into protective mode, grabbing ice and the like to help. He'd had many injuries before, but not seen anything as bad as this in years

"I'm sorry."

He wasn't sorry for who he'd killed, he'd never been sorry about that.

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Sammi-Jo laughed as she stuck her very bleeding pinky in her mouth. "It's just the end of my finger, and you killed them anyway. I think maybe if we put the tip on ice it could be saved, but isn't it more punk rock or whatever to be missing it?"

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"I promised you I wouldn't hurt you., I promised you I'd protect you and I god damn failed. I could have lost you. You could -" He was struggling to speak, so angry with himself. "I could have watched you die and I didn't want that to happen."