Echo (
screwthatnoise) wrote2013-07-29 04:16 pm
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♥ v2
A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.
(please join #echolife! ♪)
(please join #echolife! ♪)
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Fuck you. Give me the limb.
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"Ask me nicely~!"
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You know, you have not really given me a reason to ask you nicely.
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A cold, hard nail presses into his throat.
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Please. Can I have a limb for Janta, Zwei. Even though I do not think you deserve the 'please', at all. Because, I am pretty sure that there are a lot of people that actually deserve it more.
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The hand doesn't let up, but it's neither increasing or decreasing the tightness of its grip.
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"Do you remember? Let's see if I remember... Ah, yes, I remember how it went! ♥"
Suddenly you're thrown to the wall.
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And while there's a hiss because that hurt there is definitely no screaming. :E]
Fuck off, Zwei.
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—I mean, suddenly an icy finger is thrusted into your chest.
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[btw green is totally a creative color if you're gonna be the notebook zwei.]
[but holy shit, he gasps when the finger goes into his chest, but it gets cut off pretty quick because um. also he's still refusing to scream or do anything more than a whimper and WHO CARES IF THIS IS MOST LIKELY GOING TO END IN DEATH (not him).]
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"You're not human. If I were to cut you apart, what kind of organs would I find, hm?"
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It is none of your business, Zwei. Besides— if you want to kill me like that, then I have—news for you. I am already dead, so you are only going to—kill a dead person.
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The finger, still jabbed into your chest, moves downwards, slowly and painfully tearing at your skin and flesh.
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is there anything that he can grab at or is he stuck with a finger he can't stop or something because he is gonna try to get the hell out of this situation if he can]
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or he'll attempt to, at least.]
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The hand pulls away, and one of Janta's limbs materialize in its bloody hand.
"Hahaha! How about a trade?"
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What... kind of trade...?
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No. Just give it to me. Or, I will find a way to kill you, and then Hail can finally have her body to herself.
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[DOUBLEFLIPPING OFF THE AIR :|]
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