salmon-running-octoling

[salmon-running-octoling]

CHARACTER AESTHETIC — BOLD /ITALICS WHAT APPLIES & REPOST — Marshall

SOUNDS.

tinkling of piano keys / the click of a lock / an engine starting, stalling / sinful whispers / stifled sobbing / the rattle of death / alarm blaring / a siren call / spanish guitar strumming / loud laughter at midnight / banshee screeching / drunk hiccuping / the giggle of a child / rolling thunder / disdainful chuckling / bones creaking / carefree whistling / singing off key / flesh hitting concrete / white noise / a mirror cracking / laboured breathing / a groan of pain / waves lapping at the shore / the roar of a lion / pages turning / swords clashing / deep humming / birds chirping / dial tone / tongue popping / fingers tapping a surface / crystals breaking / music turned up to the limit / raindrops on a roof / angry yelling / yawning at noon / horns going off / ravens talking / bubblegum bursting / splashing water / teakettle squeal / militia drums / wolves howling / slow, sarcastic clapping / soprano notes / whispering pleas / gregorian chants / mournful cries

VISUALS.

filled notebooks / dogeared books / clean shaves / empty stares / sleeping at a desk / the witching hour / driving all night / restless tides / broken windows / coffee any time / freshly baked goods / bonfires / lounging felines / circles under your eyes / bedhead / tangling in the sheets / leather jackets / paint stains / music sheets / too many tabs to find the music / weary brows / card games / messy ponytails / strained smiles / unsent texts / heart on your sleeve / slow dancing in the rain / star gazing / torn jeans / piles of clothes / filled bookshelves / hurricanes / chapped lips / cliff diving / the lights in venice / stolen kisses / poet shirts / half melted candles / empty coffee mugs / hot tea / unlaced boots / shameless flirting / too young to be so old / laced fingers / eyes in the trees / bloody knuckles / french letters / neon lights / ivy covered balconies

SCENTS.

burnt leaves / turkish coffee / spiced rum / moss / vanilla beans / freshly cut grass / decay / sea salt / strawberries and cream / cinnamon / honey / copper / pineapple / wet dog / pine needles / wood shavings / rainsoaked bark / something sharp, indefinable / Russian tea / dandelions / squeezed limes / Italian wine / freshly laundered clothes / coming rain / hardtack and gruel / roasting flesh / something cloying in the chest / ichor / lillies in spring / pollen / damp clothes / meatpies / greasy coins / curdled milk / leather / bone marrow / wet cement / ricecakes / open paint cans / cocoa leaves / tar / apples / sandlewood cologne / orchids / molded onions / cheap perfume / mistletoe / rubber on fire / grave dirt / old books / new books / melting plastic / roses / poison oak / seacucumbers / peppermint handcream

Tagged by @nightwing-scp

Tagging @the-plushie-friendships @thepersonaking56 @laylayeh @ravensroleplays

[salmon-running-octoling]

I mean, time wise it isn't far although it's a little far distance wise. I found, whatever this place was, after hearing some yelling or something.

Night opened the door to what she was assumed was now Marshall's containment chamber, looking in.

-@nightwing-scp

*Marshall was sitting in the middle of the room like he had been for a while, he occasionally took his hat off to pat it off or straighten it but he looked bored other than that*

[salmon-running-octoling]

I have an apartment that shouldn't take too long to get to. We will need to take a subway because of the distance.

Night opened the door to what she was assumed was now Marshall's containment chamber, looking in.

-@nightwing-scp

*Marshall was sitting in the middle of the room like he had been for a while, he occasionally took his hat off to pat it off or straighten it but he looked bored other than that*

[salmon-running-octoling]

I should be fine. I'll be going, if you want to come you can. I don't really have much to do today and you seem like a nice person.

*Marshall walked towards the door and waited, looking back at night*

Night opened the door to what she was assumed was now Marshall's containment chamber, looking in.

-@nightwing-scp

*Marshall was sitting in the middle of the room like he had been for a while, he occasionally took his hat off to pat it off or straighten it but he looked bored other than that*

[salmon-running-octoling]

Yep, thank you.

*Marshall began to pick the lock of the locker and after it was open he got his gear back on his person, keeping the dualies in hand*

There, got everything.

Night opened the door to what she was assumed was now Marshall's containment chamber, looking in.

-@nightwing-scp

*Marshall was sitting in the middle of the room like he had been for a while, he occasionally took his hat off to pat it off or straighten it but he looked bored other than that*

[salmon-running-octoling]

I just need to get up to the locker and I need something other than myself, I can't use ink the climb up the wall so I have to use something from here.

*Marshall stopped picking the locker and looked up the wall of lockers, he took a few steps back and tried to get a running start although he didn't go up more than a locker before falling back to the ground*

Night opened the door to what she was assumed was now Marshall's containment chamber, looking in.

-@nightwing-scp

*Marshall was sitting in the middle of the room like he had been for a while, he occasionally took his hat off to pat it off or straighten it but he looked bored other than that*

[salmon-running-octoling]

*Marshall nodded and looked around for a way up to the locker before using the pen, disassembling it and using the peices like a lock picking kit, to try and go through look through other lockers for something useful*

Night opened the door to what she was assumed was now Marshall's containment chamber, looking in.

-@nightwing-scp

*Marshall was sitting in the middle of the room like he had been for a while, he occasionally took his hat off to pat it off or straighten it but he looked bored other than that*

[salmon-running-octoling]

*marshall followed and when they got to the door Marshall tried to open it, cautiously and slowly*

Night opened the door to what she was assumed was now Marshall's containment chamber, looking in.

-@nightwing-scp

*Marshall was sitting in the middle of the room like he had been for a while, he occasionally took his hat off to pat it off or straighten it but he looked bored other than that*

[salmon-running-octoling]

Lets go then, or you could give me a map of directions. Which ever you prefer.

Night opened the door to what she was assumed was now Marshall's containment chamber, looking in.

-@nightwing-scp

*Marshall was sitting in the middle of the room like he had been for a while, he occasionally took his hat off to pat it off or straighten it but he looked bored other than that*

[salmon-running-octoling]

I need my gear back, I can't replace it.

*Marshall looked up at the vent again*

If you could get me the location of my gear I might be able to go through the vents to get it and get back here.

Night opened the door to what she was assumed was now Marshall's containment chamber, looking in.

-@nightwing-scp

*Marshall was sitting in the middle of the room like he had been for a while, he occasionally took his hat off to pat it off or straighten it but he looked bored other than that*

[salmon-running-octoling]

*Marshall had fallen out of the vent now and untransformed before he got up, holding his head with one hand and using the other to give night a thumbs up*

I just want to get out of here, or get my stuff back. I can't go back there alone because I probably won't get anything that way.

*Marshall began rambling to himself about needing night to help him and that the gear he had was very sentimental to him, although he didn't say why it was sentimental*

Night opened the door to what she was assumed was now Marshall's containment chamber, looking in.

-@nightwing-scp

*Marshall was sitting in the middle of the room like he had been for a while, he occasionally took his hat off to pat it off or straighten it but he looked bored other than that*

[salmon-running-octoling]

*Marshall continued to follow, a few drops of ink occasionally dropping down from the vents but he new dropped out fully. He could be heard trying to talk to night but all that came out was garbled words*

Night opened the door to what she was assumed was now Marshall's containment chamber, looking in.

-@nightwing-scp

*Marshall was sitting in the middle of the room like he had been for a while, he occasionally took his hat off to pat it off or straighten it but he looked bored other than that*

[salmon-running-octoling]

*Marshall stayed in the vents, he kept looking out through others to try and stick around night because he thought she was the only one he could trust*

Night opened the door to what she was assumed was now Marshall's containment chamber, looking in.

-@nightwing-scp

*Marshall was sitting in the middle of the room like he had been for a while, he occasionally took his hat off to pat it off or straighten it but he looked bored other than that*

[salmon-running-octoling]

*Marshall glared at night before looking around for a vent, when he found one he ran and jumped into it. As he got close to the vent he transformed and slipped inside*

Night opened the door to what she was assumed was now Marshall's containment chamber, looking in.

-@nightwing-scp

*Marshall was sitting in the middle of the room like he had been for a while, he occasionally took his hat off to pat it off or straighten it but he looked bored other than that*

[salmon-running-octoling]

I don't know, she just gave me the card. All I need is my gear and I don't want this to get violet.

Night opened the door to what she was assumed was now Marshall's containment chamber, looking in.

-@nightwing-scp

*Marshall was sitting in the middle of the room like he had been for a while, he occasionally took his hat off to pat it off or straighten it but he looked bored other than that*

[salmon-running-octoling]

*Marshall showed the card to the man, he used his other hand to rummage through his pocket and pulled out a small pen*

Night opened the door to what she was assumed was now Marshall's containment chamber, looking in.

-@nightwing-scp

*Marshall was sitting in the middle of the room like he had been for a while, he occasionally took his hat off to pat it off or straighten it but he looked bored other than that*

[salmon-running-octoling]

*Marshall looked at the man for a few seconds before speaking*

That doesn't matter. I just need to know if you have seen any relatively small tanks of yellow liquid.

Night opened the door to what she was assumed was now Marshall's containment chamber, looking in.

-@nightwing-scp

*Marshall was sitting in the middle of the room like he had been for a while, he occasionally took his hat off to pat it off or straighten it but he looked bored other than that*