ravensonghuntress

[ravensonghuntress]

[all] quirks my muse habitually has.

Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavoured gum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Sceptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

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OOC name/alias: Chantal! I don't really have any online aliases o_o;;

Favourite colour: Purple. I blame it on...

Favourite Vocaloid: Gakupo! I was gonna apply for him but Ruko (who is obviously my favorite UTAU) won out in the end.

Favourite Vocaloid song: DON'T MAKE ME PICK THIS. I've always loved the Luka songs Fenrir, Snow Quartz and You and Beautiful World and the Gakupo songs Corridors of Time, Returner and Horizon. I cannot pick one. There's also a handful of Ruko covers you can add to this too.

Where would you live if you were in Wakakuri City?: I wanna say District 6, but the whole 'frequent crime' thing seems like it'd be an issue in the end :^( so for myself, personally, I'd prefer the Straits, but Ruko is quite comfortable where she is.

Would you join a gang, and if so, which one?: NAH. I'm not menacing or intimidating enough to join a gang, and I haven't really had any reason to pursue anything to do with crime or whatnot. Leeks or tuna?: Leeks. Tuna is among my least favorite foods (even though Luka's one of my favorite Vocas wut wut)

Oranges or bananas?: Oranges. 

If you were a Vocaloid, what would your character item be?: Probably a feather quill to represent writing? It's the only thing I really have a passion for. What’s your favourite thing about yourself?: Ha. Hahaha. If I HAD to pick something, it'd be my prowess with writing, but the fact that I lack motivation and initiative to actually get stuff done makes it kinda null. What would you like to see more of in the group? (This one’s for my benefit, but be honest because I’m looking to improve the experience of being here.): Definitely the building of some tension and initiation of some brawls between the Ichiban and Rebel Front. It might just be because my character is so prone to fights but I'm seeing a lot of friendships forming between opposing gang members when my muse and I wanna see some good ol' fights. So maybe some events to provoke that kinda thing? It just seems to me like it's kinda defeating the purpose of the whole 'opposing gang' mindset the RP set off with.

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       { ♔ } -- Noting his unusual lack of height his gender was typically known for, the ex-con often found herself wondering how Ritsu felt about being one of the few - perhaps only - male bodies in the Rebel Front despite the illusion he put forth to others that he was of the female persuasion. Of course, he certainly seemed to get along with everyone, so it wasn't as though it was a pressing issue on his behalf, but given that the gang was predominantly female, it certainly could raise some curious viewpoints from one of the opposite gender. She'd probably never know.

       "Makes sense. Societal norms are bullshit. Always have been, always will be. No regard for anyone but whoever fulfils their fucked up expectations." She snorted. "All I know is that it makes life a lot harder for the rest of us." The smirk hadn't left her face as he uttered the word celebrity. "Me? A celebrity? Yeah, maybe when Hell freezes over." She'd resent it, anyways - the last thing she needed was fame. She was content to lay low and make her presence known when it was needed, and if she had to be followed constantly by the goddamn paprazzi, well... Maybe she'd be adding some more murders to her criminal record.        "Can't say I've ever seen the appeal in those kinds of things. Maybe if I had a different upbringing. Who knows." The tall woman shrugged. "After all, even if I had been fortunate enough to have a caring family to allow me to indulge in such things, I wouldn't have had the means to purchase them anyways. My family was never exactly rich. I'm 23 now, and I still don't know what luxury is. I'm kinda glad, really. Almost every manner of rich folk I've met has been an insufferable bastard. Almost." Of course, there were always exceptions, such as the male she was currently speaking to, but her blame mostly rested upon the Ichiban, whom she had never had good dealings with. Ever.

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If it just needed some male genes to turn into a giant Ritsu would have grown into one long ago. He was quite sure that he had reached his limits by now, though, considering his age. In the end it was probably not that important anyways, even though he was far from being intimidating. “Oh, I never find fitting clothes either when I’m searching for guys’ clothing. Dresses are no problem, but apparently people haven’t noticed that small boys exist too.” And hell, no, he wouldn’t buy stuff for children just because he was tiny.

Yes, he had learned early not to pay too much attention to any kind of gossip or rumors. Seeing that his father was quite the bigwig and often presented in the media one had to know how to tell the difference between truth and the bullshit people spread around. “At least it means that you’re apparently important enough that they would waste their time with chatting about you. Almost like a celebrity.” Prison, huh. So indeed, some real thug here. It was certainly not shocking, they were members of a gang well-known for violent acts anyways. He actually wanted to know more about these things, simply because it seemed so far away from his usual life that it started to be interesting, but he had the feeling that he wasn’t in the position to talk about too personal things, so he simply skipped the questions and went on to the next topic. "Oh, I can talk a lot when it comes to cute clothes or sweet pastries. But somewhat tells me that you’re not interested in frilly lolita dresses and pink cupcakes."

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Flirting With Danger / Ruko & Meiko

       { ♔ } -- Being a barista was a job Ruko had never expected to take up or have the fortune of obtaining after the conditions upon which she'd been incarcerated, but it wasn't as though she could complain despite the constant shifts. Sure made her tired as hell, though.        Currently on her way back to her residence in District 6 from her job, she had since switched back to clothing more typical of her rough demeanor - of course, it was almost a necessity, since her path home nearly wove her through Ichiban territory and her other outfit displayed her raven tattoo rather prominently. Of course, Ruko was all for the prospect of starting a fight, since it was seldom that she saw no reason to defend the gang, but it would be ridiculous to provoke someone in a barista's outfit. Not to mention, she'd be weaponless otherwise. Her brass knuckles and handgun were concealed almost masterfully in her jacket and belt, respectively.

       People usually left her alone, which she supposed was to be expected, given her towering, intimidating stature, but there was always the occasional individual who would display idiocy in provoking her. Ruko had never been one who had known any degree of self-restraint. Regardless, she was treading the fine line between neutrality and Ichiban territory, and she knew it. Perhaps she'd make it home without issue, or perhaps she'd be pushing her way through her door with bloodstained hands.

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{ Got a few replies out - I'm taking a break to do some homework, then I'll have Rin's reply and Meiko's starter up before I go to bed tonight, hopefully! Again, I apologize for my inactivity - this isn't a typical occurrence on my behalf. }

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       { ♔ } -- Ruko towered over Ritsu, this much was evident - even more so as he approached closer. She blamed her masculine genes. Regardless, she was used to conversations held far from eye level, and instead met the male's elaborately-colored gaze, giving a humored chuckle at his remark. "I suppose that's true. I can't recall the last time I've been unable to help myself. I mean, I wouldn't be caught dead asking anyways, but you get the idea." Nodding slowly in subtle agreement of his statement regarding his own dainty stature. She couldn't deny that it wasn't true. Hell, he made a more convincing girl than a lot of females she'd become acquainted with - herself included. "Can't say I dislike being so tall, but it does have some downsides. Finding clothing that fits me is hell, and whoever decided it was an acceptable idea to have some doorways no taller than six feet should be shot. I've ducked under more doorframes than I can count." After all, on top of her sizeable stature, Ruko also had a bust on her that would make most girls whisper and stare in envy. Clothes were, bluntly put, a pain in the ass to acquire.

       The ravenette gave a wry smirk; at least Ritsu had a good head on his shoulders, to evade the prevalence of gossip and rumors that liked to entrench themselves in people's lives was always a good trait to have. After all, a single wayward phrase could completely change a perception of someone - but rarely did these gossiped phrases hold one inch of legitimacy. "I had a feeling. I don't care what they say about me anymore. Never have since I left prison, really." Examining her nails, worn down from picking and biting, which Ruko had a habit of doing when boredom struck, she eventually lifted her dual-hued gaze back up to the crossdresser.        "That makes the both of us, then. It's not my forté either." Fortunately, being a fellow gang member of hers, she should have been able to find something to idly chat about... right?

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Ritsu was indeed curious to hear more about the other, especially since it was surprisingly pleasant to chat with her like that. Scooping a bit closer, he eyed the giantess, indeed, he was happy to be on her side. Ruko certainly didn’t look like the kind of person you wanted to be your enemy. “I guess it can be quite useful at times to be tall like that. Especially when it comes to reaching the top shelf in the supermarket.” He joked with a shrug. “On the other hand, my size just makes me even cuter and prettier.” Not really the kind of traits a boy would be proud of, but while he had to admit he would like to be a few inches taller, being about Ruko’s size would make it hard to find fitting clothes, no matter whether you’re a guy or a gal.

"I honestly don’t pay much attention to rumors. Yes, I have heard some things, but I prefer to see it with my own eyes." People tend to talk a lot of bullshit, he knew that very well.

"I certainly wouldn’t mind chatting with you, but I’m not the best when it comes to small talk."

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       { ♔ } -- It was a lot to take in for someone unaware of the conditions which accompanied a prison visit - the other girl seemed intrigued, regardless. She seemed the intuitive type - at least, that of which Ruko could divulge.        Orphanage, eh? Ruko would never admit it to the greenette's face, but the ravenette was certain she would have preferred an orphanage as a young child as opposed to the violent abuse she suffered at the hands of the very people who had borne her into the world - if they could be called people, that is. They were dead now, so it mattered little, but the fact that they had left her with such lasting traumas said a lot about what she had suffered with.        Regardless, an orphanage wasn't the most desirable of places either, so she supposed it would be rude to not feel some sort of pity for the other girl. She was still pretty young, after all. It certainly seemed like most of the members of the Rebel Front had some underlying desire within them, or some happenstance in their life that had led to them joining the gang.        "Believe me, when you spend three years waking up encircled by stone walls with your only solace being the hope that you'll one day make it out alive, it's something you usually take care not to repeat." Ruko twirled her raven locks along her fingers. "I don't regret what I did. I only regret that I was caught."        The giantess lifted a brow as she was addressed with a sudden question, one that she never really received often. "Nah. I usually wish I did, though. Siblings, that is. I get that the Rebel Front provides a certain kinship amongst its members, but it's not like a familial bond - although with my experiences with my late family, I can't say I would put much faith in a relationship with any potential siblings anyways. Blood has never been thicker than water for me, so to say. Although I haven't had much involvement with either." With no family and few friends, Ruko had always been the lone sort - this was nothing new.

        A moment went by before she boldly ventured, "And yourself? Family of any kind?" Might as well get to know her on a personal level somewhat, at least - especially after the standoffish introductions they'd exchanged prior.

{ Night Skies } Ruko & Gumi

Giving only a small, agreeing nod in response, Gumi set her full attention on the seemingly endless sprout of words flowing from Ruko’s mouth, finding she was interested in the information.

At her description of such a place, Gumi replied:

"Huh. I myself am familiar with that of such an area, seeing as orphanages are of a similar landscape." A wry half-smile twitched at her lips slightly. "Yes, I suppose it is only instinct, though it would most  be more more convenient had I adapted sooner to the conditions."

 The faint mental bruises of a long-ago scarring stirred in the greenette’s mind, reopening slightly in a way that caused the girl to wince slightly in pain.

Thoughts flew through her head, ones spurred by Ruko’s explanations that could only be considered dead-on in accuracy, pertaining to her case, anyway. 

"Cell?" Gumi, among other things, also had only heard tales of such an area, but the other girl’s explanation provided a mental image, as she had anticipated, it seemed. She herself, at the orphanage, had lived in a green-tiled bathroom that constantly smelled like rotting flesh, but she imagined a cell would be on level, or below, such a living area.

"I see…" She had also experienced the "new kid" tormenting, though at minimal numbers. This was so as the greenette was almost always outside, observing those of the Rebel Front, and therefore being separated from those that mocked others. However, it appeared Ruko did not have such an escape, based on her words as well as her overall demeanor. 

Maybe they would get along better than she originally thought. Gumi mused silently to herself, before immediately dismissing the very idea.

"I’ll do my best to stay away from it, then. Thank you for your time." 

The greenette pondered for only a minute more, before another thought sprung into her mind.

"Do you have any relatives?"

A biased, if you could call it that, question, seeing as Gumi herself lost a brother, but it was just a simple one, she assumed. 

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       { ♔ } -- Ruko was approached - boldly, one could say - by a fellow Rebel Front member looking suitably dolled up for an excursion on the town, if her sultry dress was any evidence towards it. It was something more tasteful than the word 'slut' could be attributed to, but it was still a manner of dress Ruko wouldn't be caught dead wearing, no matter how much she desired to seduce someone - not that that had ever been the case. Of course, given her relatively masculine nature and build, it wasn't as though she was ever inclined to dress as her identified gender anyways. It was rare that she was seen sans leather jacket, oft-tattered jeans and combat boots.

       The inquiry that Ruko received was vague, but judging by the clothing that the other wore upon her slim frame, it was an invitation to some sort of location on the town. A bar, or a club, most likely. Ruko had no idea where the hell the teal-haired girl was off to, and it never hurt anyone to ask. "Might be interested. Where are you headed?" Lazily twirling the gun in her hands, the ravenette decided accompanying Miku wherever the hell she wanted to go would be better than mindlessly patrolling in the quiet between the brawls the gang frequently found itself a part of. Of course, it'd probably be just her luck, and shit would go down when she wasn't there.        Hypothetically, of course.        Awaiting an answer from the younger girl, Ruko yawned briefly - it was likely she would be required to take charge for the older teen's actions if anything went wrong, but there was nothing wrong with her having a hypothetical bodyguard, right? People didn't dare look twice in the ex-con's direction, after all. She had that effect on people.

{ Night Patrol } Ruko & Miku

Today was one of those rare days, or night now. Miku wished to go clubbing, she wanted to drink away the few things that had been on her mind for such a long time. Her mother’s wellbeing, her father’s possible where-abouts, enimies all around her. The stress had made her smoke too much more than she wanted to, the poison that was surely blackening her lungs. She just needed a break, so she had on one of her nicer, maybe sluttier, dresses. Her hair fell in big spirals down her back and her face was decorated with blush, heavy eyeliner, and a pale, pink lip color, Colorful hot pink mascara coated her top lashes, but only at the tips. Her dress was a short and form fitting, hugging her in all the right places with a back that had a slit in it that was held together by thin stips of cloth.

On her way to any club she had been in before, one’s that knew her, she spotted the tall Ruko. The female always made Miu feel small in comparison, which she was. Why not invite the girl along though? She might need someone to help her afterwards, she planned on getting smashed, and didn’t feel like waking up in a strangers bed. She approached the girl, head held high, and cleared her throat to speak. "Ruko, let’s take a break tonight, what do you say?" She asked the oher, a smile played on her sparkly lips.

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{ I'm alive, I swear. Apologies to anyone waiting on replies or starters. My muse has been uncooperative lately, but I will get to replies when I 'm done with classes today. }

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       { ♔ } -- Was that confusion in her eyes? Surprise? She supposed it was only natural since Ruko hadn't bitten her head off for the compliment and instead taken it in stride, perhaps an unexpected development from one as intimidating as she. Of course, Ruko could just as easily return the compliment, seeing as though the other's eyes were just as peculiarly entrancing - such lovely colours. But the ex-convict would sooner choke on her own tongue than outwardly compliment someone's appearance, and bit back the words that would perhaps seek to so recklessly escape her pursed mouth.        "My height intimidates most, so I can't say I'm surprised. Don't ask me how I grew so tall; I don't know. Life works in weird ways." She leaned against the nearest wall, looking down at the much shorter figure before her. The height difference was indeed very sizeable, that much could be said. Regardless, it was only really a point of concern for someone who would oppose her; it was certainly an advantage, but only against an enemy of the Rebel Front-aligned woman.

       "Mm. That's me, yes. You might have heard some things. Word about me tends to get around. Always has." A smirk tugged at her lips, seeming almost smug - or perhaps apprehensive? It was difficult to read what the ex-convict's expression spoke. "Maybe. It would be awfully rude of them, though. I'd ask what I've done to warrant such an exclusion, but I'll save myself the potential for heartbreak and just assume they're busy." The giantess was feeling particularly sardonic tonight, it would seem. At least she was in good spirits. "Anyways. We've got time to burn. We've never really chatted much, have we? Guess we've never spent enough time together to warrant it." An invitation to chat, perhaps?

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Green orbs widened slightly at the other’s reaction. Ritsu certainly hadn’t expected that Ruko would be so easy-going, but maybe even the biggest and scariest girls got all soft upon hearing some nice words. Or maybe she was just in a good mood right now. Yes, her eyes were beautiful, such unique colors. Ruko was like a wild beast in Ritsu’s eyes, gorgeous, as long as you kept distance and watched it silently, but dangerous and fearsome as soon as you provoked it. “Well, at first I was intimidated by your height as well.” He snickered a little, not hesitating to admit these things. It was probably something she was used to. “Especially because I’m so tiny.” Compared to most people. Even with his impressive platform boots.

"Yes. Ritsu. And you were Ruko, if I remember correctly." He responded in an almost melodic tune. A childish smile on his lips, maybe he was a bit too cheerful compared to most other members of this gang, but he enjoyed being able to have a fairly normal chat with someone, and he didn’t bother hiding any of his excitement. And since the other person apparently wanted to talk as well, there was no reason to hold back in any way. "Maybe they’re having a party somewhere else without us." He joked, nibbling onto another piece of chocolate. "Or maybe the metro is just running late." It was probably the latter.

"Either way, I’ve got time and I feel comfortable right now, so I don’t really mind."

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{ Night Patrol } Ruko & Miku

       { ♔ } -- Ruko was on edge. It had been a long time since the last brawl had broken out between the Rebel Front and Ichiban, and the quiet was becoming steadily more unnerving with every night that passed. Not that she ever actively sought out violence - not often, at least - but a fight would probably do her some good, to help ease some of the tensions on her mind. She was readily armed for any potential combat, but she had a feeling she wouldn't be fighting anyone tonight. Ah well.        She began to sing quietly to herself in her unusual vocals, presuming herself alone. Singing was not something she placed much focus on usually, but it had always served to be a means to calm her nerves, even in her younger days where she had been quite often in need of something to help calm herself after everything she was subjected to with regards to her parents. Twirling a pistol on her slim fingers as she strolled along the dark streets, Ruko kept a keen eye out for any signs of intruders - it wasn't like they were hard to notice, with that filthy seven-pointed star they wore all over their persona. It wasn't that she liked patrolling for Ichiban invaders, but rather that she did it as a way to alleviate boredom - and to provide some sort of servitude to the Rebel Front. Life certainly didn't have much of consequence to offer to her anyways.

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ルカとルコ by はやてる (work deleted)

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by epd

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Let the past rest.

       You tormented the hell out of me in prison, and I hated you for it. You thought you were the big hotshot, because you liked to pick fights with the biggest, strongest woman in the cells. Even after I broke your limbs, spat in your face and laughed at your desperation to try to make a fool out of me, you still tried your hardest to make my life even worse than it was at that point. It was Hell, and you tried to sink me further into it. You even found out one of my secrets, the one that my sad excuses for parents abused and tormented me for - your remarks about it reopened old wounds. Wounds that festered and screamed and made themselves known again when I had tried so hard to forget. I cherished my freedom from prison more than I would have ever imagined, if only to get away from the revulsion that filled me with everything you did.       The only solace I have about you is not having to be in your disgusting presence any longer. I hope you stay in that cell until all that's left is your festering corpse.

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Let the past rest

       I still don’t regret what I did. I hope you fuckers are regretting everything you ever did to me in Hell. Every bruise you left on my body, every hole you left in my heart, every blind eye you turned when I cried out for help. I remember that shit. I remember it all. It’s what turned me into this… this monster of a person, who could effortlessly break a man’s spine and end his life without batting an eyelid of remorse. This monster who feels more at ease in the disease-ridden back alleys of this godforsaken city than she ever did under the roof of her former ‘home’. This monster who’s barely clawed out a living through blood, sweat and tears. If you could see what your daughter has transformed into nowadays, you would be the ones cowering in fear, begging for mercy, hoping that I would pass you over for one single day out of some semblance of mercy.       But whatever, I truly did get the ultimate revenge, didn’t I? Sure, I’ll always have your blood on my hands, but I think I’ve done the world a favour by ridding it of you both. The world might be cruel and fucked up, but the more abusive bastards we can rid it of, the better.       Who knows? This bitch might have some hope for the future after all.

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shit got it wrong! 'Let the past rest' -_-

{ No worries! }       Life's fucked up. Do you know what seeing someone get shot in the head and killed when you're only seven does to you? It fucks you up. Your entire outlook on life, the way you walk the streets at night, the way you perceive people around you. Who's to tell you that that innocent-looking man walking down the street in front of you hasn't placed the cold barrel of a pistol to some whore's head and pulled the trigger? No wonder my sense of trust is so misguided.       The world's a mess, and the sooner you learn about the brutal injustices people commit, the better. Maybe someday I'll learn to trust easier, but with the shit people have put me through?  Doubt it.

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