GO TELL AUNT RHODY THAT EVERYBODY'S DEAD

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COVERED IN BLOOD MEME So you're a bit of a mess. Or you're stumbling upon a mess. What happened? There's blood everywhere, what the hell? Is it your blood, animal blood, the blood of someone you murdered? Hell, maybe you ran out of tampons. Anyway, no matter how it got there, you're (or someone you know is) covered in blood. Can it be explained away? If not, is someone going to prison? The hospital? Going to die of blood loss? Get in trouble for playing catch with the blood bags? Man, we don't know. The point is you have a mess to clean up. Or roll around in gleefully, you nasty fucks. • Top level your character. Include any details you might think are relevant. Or don't. As always, we're not the cops. • Reply to other people's top levels! • While this meme is bound to have a lot of potentially triggering content, content warnings for anything ott or very extreme are probably a good idea! • Have fun!

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[caninity]

[Goths don't live by any rules.

Still, Yarne's changed his tune some -- even offering the shirt off his back. Heine seems far from humbled. Far from anything.]

I wasn't going to in the first place, keep your shirt.

[He'll regard his own, righting his posture just a bit (he'd been leaning forward, subconsciously), and proceed to inspect the holes in his button-up between his thumb, index and middle fingers. Like a musician restringing their violin or guitar or something.

There sure is a lot of blood this time around.]

[husbun]

[Yarne was only going to give him that shirt because he fears for his life, and also because he looks great in just jeans. His thighs look magnificent.]

That's exactly what someone who wanted to hurt me would want me to think. I'm not taking my eyes off of you just yet!

[But ugh. Look at this guy. He's gross. And he probably killed someone else to get gunshot wounds in his shirt, how is he not dead?]

I-if you're really not going to hurt me, and I won't believe that so easily, then what happened to you? How are you even walking?

[caninity]

[Any excuse to be lewd...

Moreover, if this guy is a product of experimentation, he shouldn't be so confused. Confused to a degree, yeah, but.

He refrains from looking away from the lopsided holes splayed across his chest. The frays and splintered strings are bothersome as much as they are laden and slick with blood.]

I wouldn't be talking to you, if you were in danger.

[Why would he stall like this. The rest, he's not so enthusiastic to answer.]

[husbun]

[Yarne is no experiment. Maybe he's a mutant, maybe he's an animal. It doesn't matter right now, and he's not about to fill in any blanks for Heine, either.

He keeps glaring at Heine from his comfortable spot behind his pillar, eyes occasionally flickering past Heine to the way out. He feels like a rabbit backed into a corner. He should've picked somewhere with a more convenient back entrance to hide in.]

So...you are a threat, then? I-I'd think twice about hurting me. [AGAIN.] I'm the last of my kind, so if you kill me, you're responsible for an extinction. You'd never live with the guilt!

[He pauses.

His ears droop, and he lets out the loudest sigh.]

Actually, you don't really look like you'd care.