#α➛Ω『 go off and find your thrill of the hunt; get lost in a sea of green and blue and then find your way back 』( UNDETERMINED )

[oddyssea]

@southsidelover

He’s not sure what possessed him to do it, but he’s perched idly, THE MINDLESS action of his hands only perfected by the cigarette that rests between his lips as he leans back, careful not to tug too hard as he attempts to brain her hair. He’s not sure why, but it’s oddly calming to him, the ROSE colored hair so familiar to him now for a second before he’s snapped out of it by something that she says, and before he continues he shakes his head.

“Eh? Wazzat?”

HE’S still trapped in his own little world, half paying attention to everything around him. He figures she’d probably asked him what he was doing so he goes off that assumption and replies candidly.

“Figured might be easier fer ya ‘f yer hair’s braided. Don’ it help keep y’cool like when girls put their hair up in ponytails er somethin’?”

He wouldn’t know, he never really asked about that stuff, he had only what he’d heard in passing from Claire & Jane, but even then those moments were short lived when each respective woman chastised him for his crass behavior.

[oddyssea]

@highkingblood–––––NEW INTERACTIONS STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

THE GRIM expression on his features is one that he’d worn many times before. He should be used to it by now but it seems even in the ever changing world, one thing remains, and that’s that DISAPPOINTMENT cannot be killed or destroyed. There is only that which remains left to weep over. HE’S ACCEPTED that fact, but it doesn’t change his frustrations on the matter.

“Bold choice. I certainly hope it doesn’t get you killed.”

His tone doesn’t match his words however flatness of sound and frustration are evident in his turn of phrase as he wears a bored expression.

[oddyssea]

@ofmenofsins-–––––––SPICY BOI KART ( accepting ! )

“¿Asi se quiere jugar conmigo? Que bueno.”

Brows raise, ARMS crossed over his chest, A HUM passing his lips for second as a WRY grin curls at the corner of his lips. He’s more proud than he’d like to admit but that much went without saying.

[oddyssea]

@progenyofgodric–––––NEW INTERACTIONS STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

FINGERS RAP against the wood beneath his palm as he leans forward, rising from his chair and studying the distant horizon, head shaking before he puffs out a breath, arms crossing over his chest.

“Unbelievable.”

He’s not keen to be dealing with a mess of the doing of another but it seemed as though he’s perhaps the worst of the ‘dirtbags’. He’s ok with that, but every now and then he felt as though it’d be nice to feel like he wasn’t constantly under the pressure of such a thing.

[oddyssea]

@thegodtier–––––––LOCAL GREEK MAN ORALLY RECOUNTS GREEK EPIC STARTER ( accepting ! )

“The Trojan War, a conflict so vast that Homer himself recounted tales time and time again, the story livin’ on fer MILLENNIA after it happened...”

He pauses, craning his head back with a small sigh passing his lips for a brief moment, LEGS kicked up for a second before he continues.

“King Menelaus of Sparta had married a BEAUTIFUL WOMAN named HELEN. She was sought after by many, including a man by th’name of Paris of Troy...who in exchange fer helpin’ th’goddess Aphrodite win a contest a beauty amongst th’gods...managed t’get Helen t’fall in love with him...”

[oddyssea]

@hraunwyf––––STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

CALM & COLLECTED, his eyes trace along the landscape as he leans back, a careful way about him as he draws in a breath through his nostrils and shuts his eyes, exhaling allowing himself to EASE off the tense feeling in his shoulders before his jaw tightens and he leans back. Fingers come to massage his temples for a second before an AGGRAVATED grunt passes his lips.

“Great.”

[oddyssea]

“Listen for the birds.”

“DON’ have time.”

HE GRUNTS, a hand running over his own features for a second as he sighs heavily. AGITATED. He shouldn’t be like this. He shouldn’t be so callous in general but that never stopped him before. HE HASN’T the foggiest idea what’s causing this PROBLEM for him and as a result he’s REMAINING as quiet as possible to prevent himself from saying something he might end up regretting in the long run.

“GOT shit t’do an’ not ‘nough time t’do it.”

HE LETS out a heavy sigh, hands rubbing his temples for a second before he takes a second to pinch the bridge of his nose. HE’S GOT to get a grip, and if nothing else try and pull himself together before he LOSES his go forsaken mind already.

“Birds’re jus’ gonna make it worse–––”

@adaptxble

[oddyssea]

‘ you keep yawning. i’ll take it from here. ‘

GOOD MORNING / GOOD NIGHT SENTENCE STARTERS–––ACCEPTING

“M’not a morning person.”

COLD. Cold is his tone, and the expression he wears is no different, AGGRAVATION evident by the fact that he’s still not had enough coffee to WAKE himself up and that says nothing to his feelings on having to be awake to begin with.

HE LIKED being left alone in the morning, but he couldn’t help the LACK of understanding of that fact from strangers. THE GLARE he gives her is like ICE, bored words leaving his lips before he exhales softly, a hand brining his coffee to his lips before he rolls his eyes turning away and grunting before stuffing hands in his pockets and shaking his head.

“Let it go. M’not fuckin’ playin’.”

HE DIDN’T like people pushing themselves into his business and he certainly didn’t like being treated like he NEEDED assistance from anyone, least of all someone he wasn’t familair with.

@prcphesiied

[oddyssea]

@cravedwest––––STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

HE IS USED to having achy knuckles. That was all part of the game. THIS LITTLE tango with death that he danced. STEPPING in perfect time, dodging all the right bullets and with an exhale he lets out a puff of his breath, the steam SUBSIDING from his shoulders as he shakes his head and leans back, running a hand through his hair before he continues his little TWIDDLING of his thumbs.

“Eh...fuck.”

[oddyssea]

@sculpturemade––––STARTER CALL! ( accepting ! )

THE BULLET rolls between his fingers, his eyes following it KEEN & FOCUSED as he draws in a calm & quiet breath before he cocks his head to the side, eyes shifting back and forth between the bullet and the small scene before him, UNFAZED by his presence before he finally speaks, idle of tone as he does so.

“Hmmm––––s’quiet.”

[oddyssea]

@raptorraised––––STARTER CALL! ( accepting ! )

KNUCKLES CRACK loudly, his legs kicked up on the table before him, A SOFT whistle coming from his lips as he hums to himself. HE’S CONTENT for some reason. Perhaps the solitude gave him some strange semblance of peace that he was normally ROBBED of. His hands rest behind his head after having cracked his knuckles and FINALLY he appears to be the epitome of relaxed for half a second before he sighs.

“Fuck.”

[oddyssea]

@hypnoticdelicacy–––––NEW INTERACTIONS STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

“Nope–––ferget it.”

HE’S NOT open to the thoughts of others at this point–––eyes flashing with frustration as he holds the flask to his lips, BROWS creased to the center of his forehead before he pulls the knife from his shoulder holster, FLARING it a bit out of sheer boredom and habit to keep himself calm. He doesn’t really plan on ACTUALLY listening, granted it was hard for him to even openly admit such things regardless.

“Sounds like a fuckin’ waste a time an’ I ain’t interested.”

[oddyssea]

[ OPEN ]

“Dice que no le es suficiente  'Tá mal de la mente  Cuando está solita que entre  Música para ponerla en ambiente, yeh yeah Ella quiere que lo hagamo' como aquella ve'  Le busqué otro trago por si tenía sed  To' lo que se pone bonito se le ve  Empezamo' a pie y ahora andamo' en el jet  Vamo' a calentar Baby tú va' a subir y a bajar No se quiere olvidar, lo quiere recordar Baby yo quiero entrar”

Guess who’s got the LOOK in his eyes.

[oddyssea]

@pyrophorlc––––STARTER CALL ( accepting ! )

HE LEANS back in his chair, hacky sack tossed up and down while the cigarette in his lips burns so softly that the WISP of smoke that comes from the tip is gentle in the warm orange glow of the light in the room. He wasn’t used to feeling so at peace but there was something to be said about it. IT WAS better than pretending to BE OK, when in truth he was HEINOUS man. WITH A HEINOUS attitude. But every so often he could find solace in silence and a nice cigarette.

“Hmmm...”

[oddyssea]

“ bats sometimes carry rabies and that’s a thing i’m afraid of ”

“Fuckin’. Rabies.”

He is dumbfounded by the sentiment. THAT RABIES, of all things, was what seemed to induce fear. He feared very little in his lifetime, one had to make that the case in his line of work, but with the cigarette still hanging from his lips, HIS BROW furrows and he studies the man’s features as if trying to find traces of mockery or satire and comes upon NOTHING.

“Unbe-fuckin’-lievable. Y’must be fuckin’ jokin’. THERE’S NUKES, werewolves, an’ MERCILESS fuckin’ gods out there an’ yer tellin’ me yer fuckin’ scared of RABIES. ‘re ya serious––––?”

HE is at a loss for words, EYES wide and rolling before he pushes off the wall, hands in his pockets, KNIFE & GUN on clear display as a show of how little he seems to care about whether people knew he was armed or not. CONCEALMENT was a weak man’s game and he wouldn’t play it.

“No offense pal, but yer gonna fuckin’ die. An’ ‘f ya don’ yer probably gonna meet a WAY shittier endin’ than that.” 

@iinxsearchofxisolde

[oddyssea]

[ OPEN: UNDETERMINED ]

“The passing rain, and cloudy days, the feelings never spoken Tore them apart, inside my heart, and lied through every morning The sun that sets, comes once again, and dyes it all in red“

HE LEANS back, legs kicked up on his desk before him before blowing out a few rings of smoke before shaking his head, pulling the cigarette out from between his lips before shutting his head, EYES shut, closing off the world around him and ignoring everything.

“The darkened haze, your laughing face, and now the time you leave me Repeat again, and start to blend, and fade into my memory Yet as we grow, of this I know, no matter where we go There is one thing that stays the same, because your smile still remains And on that day, I ran away, afraid cause I was lying So take me back, to when we laughed, and smiled through the crying I’ll walk you home, you’re not alone, It’s how our fairytale was meant to go“