,, ashes ashes; we all fall down (C)

[abel von zimmerman.]

abel von zimmerman
you'll be the corpse and i'll be the killer
'll be the devil, and you'll be the sinner
you'll be the drugs, and i'll be the dealer

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__&& , The soft thrum of his thoughts moved evenly within is crown as his blue eyes darted from one corner of the room, to another. A dark smile of glee spread across his lips as gracefully as a gazelle makes the kill; his long thin fingers gracefully tapping against his leg. His teeth grazed his bottom lip as he wondered idly where the grand piano was seated; although everything was clearly second rate, and not to well taken care of. He sighed angrily looking at the poor condition of the horrible tuned instruments, hearing the odd sound of his blood flushing to his face in anger. Abel growled darkly as he spotted a piano, not a grand piano- but it was a start, and in shambles. Though he did know there were many locked doors within the music room, he knew he would have to find the keys before he could thoroughly enjoy himself. He hummed a thoughtful tune out loud as he wandered to the broken piano sighing darkly as he listened to his barely audible foot falls. His out-stretched hand softly touching an ivory key upon the piano only to create a trembling jerk from his head as the sound croaked darkly- instead of the fine-tuned pianos he was used to. He growled in submission, lifting open the hatched to the piano wires- with a striking semblance from his past- he chuckled darkly his thin fingers running over the wares slowly; as his eyes caught the attention of something shiny within the wires.

__&& , Reaching down a little lower than he already was, he gripped the shiny piece of metal within the grip of wires. As he looked down at his pale hand, he felt the outline of a jagged edge and the smoothness of a key. Abel silently thanked who ever who had placed the key within the depths of the broken piano his smile widening as it flicked itself upon his face. He chuckled darkly walking to a locked door and inserting the key in the lock, hoping it would open- and oddly enough; it did. He smiled happily as he saw the gleaming wood of a pristine cello and its bow. Gracefully grabbing the instrument he walked to the closest near-by chair and sat down. His back arched in a fine line, his blue eyes closed and his hair scattered across his face like some homeless person, his tight black paints pulled across his flesh as he sat, his leg muscles relaxing bit by bit. Breathing in deeply he pulled the bow across the strings, his mind thrumming with life, with the life of music. He smiled darkly, his skin luminescent against the dark dirt splatted walls, and the sound of the grace-bound instrument danced along the walls, and buzzed in the air. His left hand gripped the neck carefully, and pressed down on the wires as he had so many times since he had left home, the sound resounding gracefully in the silence. His black nails dancing up and down the neck holding and pushing wires as he had been taught to do.

__&& , he chuckled, his eyes opening to look down at the musical instrument as he sat comfortably straight up, looking as stiff as a board, or (mind his comparison) as stiff as a boner. He laughed his chest moving up and down as he laughed happily, his mood ranging from the happy-murderous, to he insanity crazed happy. He chuckled darkly his eye brows knitting together darkly as his smile twitched a little higher; his laugh folding into a throaty chuckle. Placing the bow on his lap gracefully he smiled and pulled a few strings- tuning the instrument for Bach's Cello suite No. 1. Tilting his head to the left he let a soft crack engulf the room with an odd popping sound. Pulling his shoulder length black hair into a pony tail, allowing it to still brush across his face, but in a more graceful manner, making him look like less of a hobo straying from the hobo-fire. He smiled softly as he heard the finished sound of the tuning. Slowly he pulled the bow across the wires as he remembered the way the song was played, His vocals humming along with the song- adding his own bits onto the song, making it a prelude remix of sorts.

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__&& tags; for tiraynan (:
__&& count; 814-ish words
__&& music; err, does listening to sponge-bob count?
__&& notes; can we say suckish? (;

[tiraynan lynn swain.]

T!raynan Swa!n

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The only thing I really know[/color][/center]

! Oh, gawd, oh fuck, Thoughts, that if anyone could hear, could be translated as just plain fear. Shit, shit, shit, shit. The only thing that could be heard, was the panicked breathing of Tiraynan, racing down the hall, and heavy footsteps behind her. Oh sure, ask why she was running so fast from someone behind her. I'm sure you figured it was a guy, wanting to rape her or some chick getting revenge for some odd reason, though I guess it kinda was revenge. The big, heavyset guy behind her, was trying to get money. Yeah, money. If Ray hadn't been such a shithead, fallen from her promise of 'quitting drugs', and had bought some cigarettes from the guy coming after her now, she wouldn't be in this mess.
Okay, so I guess you could say that she hadn't paid him for the drugs. The whole 'I'll pay you back later' was her excuse to him, but in all reality, she wasn't going to pay him back. She didn't think the bastard would remember her and just start coming after her with a knife in his hand, telling her that 'she owed him fucking money'. Not only did it make fear rise in her, but it also made Ray wish that he would kill her. Then she wouldn't have to worry about this place, or drugs, or anything, really.
But she had too much to live for in this world, she couldn't die. At least, not today.

! Skidding down the hall, her purple converse making a loud screech when she turned a few corners, Rays conscience throbbed painfully in her head, spreading even more fear with the convulsing images of herself getting beheaded by that damned knife the bastard was carrying. Behind her, the deafening echoes of the footsteps seemed to get closer and closer. Why didn't she just pay him then, or just refuse to take the drugs? She knew how painfully evil drug dealers could be, after all, she used to be one, but being in here, her memory of how evil they really were, had fled her mind. And being here, well, the dealers were just a little more violent than normal. I guess the anger of being thrown in this place was what drove them on. That meant that the man behind her wasn't going to let her 'pay him back', he was really going to kill her.
Screeching around one more corner, nearly running into some high loser, she saw a door nearby that looked like the only safe place to hide, for now.

! Bursting open the door and slamming it behind her, unsure of exactly where she had just ended up, or if anyone was in here, she crashed through the place, looking for some sort of hiding spot just in case the burly man broke in through the door. Tripping over, and knocking down, a microphone stand, falling over part of a drum set and falling onto her face was only the beginning of the loud racket she was making. When she finally scrambled behind a big pile of assorted instruments near the back was when she finally caught her bearings. Not only was she in a music room, but she wasn't the only one in here, however, before she could see who it was, the man who had been chasing after her, barged through the door, his heavy feet clomping on the wood floor.
Trying to control her breathing, which had risen a little too much, Ray tucked herself into a tighter ball behind the instruments, squeezing her eyes shut as shakes convulsed through her body over and over again. She had never been this afraid before, especially of her life. Her stomach was in knots, her head spun, and it took all her might not to just pass out right there. Her face felt hot and sticky from the sweat running down it and her sweaty palms kept clenching and unclenching with every thought of what he would do to her body after he had killed her raced through her head.

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For ; Abel
Words ; 692 <--- sorry for the size, I have muse, oddly enough, it just didn't formulate into a long post for once. xDDDD
Music ; None DDDx
Thoughts ;

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[abel von zimmerman.]

abel von zimmerman
you'll be the corpse and i'll be the killer
'll be the devil, and you'll be the sinner
you'll be the drugs, and i'll be the dealer

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__&& , The musical silence didn't lat long enough for him to rejoice. He sighed and placed the cello in its pleasant case and and put it back within it's cabinet locking the lock and placing the key in his pocket. He sighed and watched the girl trip over drums, her bodice trembling like a leaf in a tornado. Abel sighed and looked at the door, his hand balling into a tighter fist every time she made more noise, it was obtrusive and pained his ears. He glared in her direction of to be reconciled by the labored breathing and the pounding foot-steps of the lard like mad, that made memories flash in his mind. He chuckled, his eyes facing the ground as he laughed to himself, his voice recoiling in some kind of anger that made the man flinch. Abel's eyes narrowed and he glared at the man his vocals lashing about with the darkest giggle one could imagine, something that he heard some deem illegal. The man glared at Abel, his double chin digging into his non-existent collar bone. Abel laughs, and he allows a small needle to be grasped between his thumb and forefinger. Abel, sighed and smiled politely; his voice gracefully deep. Oh me. I believe I forgot my manners. Abel bowed his head and smiled thoughtfully, his mind swirling on the different outcomes of the matter. My name is Abel. The man grunted something that sounded like a strand of curse words- which made Abel's hand twitch. Why couldn't this asshole just be polite and use the proper manners? Abel chuckled darkly, making the mans eyes dart back to him as Abel knew he was scanning the room for the girl.

__&& , The man spat on himself without knowing it thus adding a roll of shiver to climb up Abel's spine, delivering a blow of hatred upon his conscious. Able sighed and continued to look at the man, his blue eyes narrowing as the fat man looked down on him- obviously being much taller than himself. "What do you want squeakie?" the hefty man spat, making Abel twitch in disgust. But Abel didn't reply- he just stood there. "Need something? I've god some good stuff on me; heroin, meth, some coke; I do have a good bit of medical on me- a half-eighth." Abel sighed, knowing that medical was the best kind of weed you could get, but he wasn't in the mood- and he didn't get addicted to just anything easily. Because hell, he has done everything available; he even remembers crying himself to sleep one night while he was tripping shrooms; lame ass kid he was. Abel chuckled darkly his voice rippling with lust; hmmm, I think I'll take the heroin.. Abel giggled as he watched the man pull the heroin filled syringe from his pocket, holding it as if it were the weakest thing in the world. Handing it to Abel the man smiled and watched as Abel undid the plastic lid and placed the needle to the base of his elbow. The small poking feeling was like a surge of pleasure and it made him smile, all while he was feeling the liquid heroin run up and down his veins, feeding into his heart. He smiled- his little surge of pleasure ending as he felt the affects to the drug now within his system. The man grunted angrily, "You going to pay me you asshole?" - Abel giggled his pupils widening, even though he was trying to get them to narrow. Oh no Mr. I believe the fight will be much more compelling entertainment. You know, I do love how thou is so much a heifer that it makes the bastard that was mounting my mother- Abel raised his hand pointing his index finger upward, his vocals clear and not slurring; but astonishingly clear for a drugged up boy. Mind you, this is ere I was here, you know- I killed that bastard with a jagged piece of of PVC pipe. Such a marvelous sight you know- the blood; oh MY that was brilliant if I may say so myself- so Monsieur what will you do? Abel giggled again, his words slurring darkly as he made a point- although he could talk completely normal. The fat man grunted- suddenly grabbing the back of Abel's hair, ripping out a few clumps of his soft looking black hair, and ripping out the pony tail that was keeping his look together. Abel looked up, his ice blue eyes glaring at the man with a senile kind of remark- his right hand which was still holding the needle lashed up, allowing the needle to run through the man's flesh between his eyes.

__&& , The man jolted backwards, and Abel giggled at the man's now fearful disposition. How much fun he knew this was going to be... Picking up a microphone stand, he smiled- swinging it around his hand skillfully, and then landing repulsively on top of the mans bald head, allowing the man to fall to his knees so Abel now had to bend over to beer into his eyes. His vocals purring darkly, but tinged with an astonishing blood lust. Tut tut, I believe i must finish what I've started.... he said picking at the pointed end of the needle sticking out of the man's forehead. He smiled darkly, stitching an 'X' into the man's head. Abel smiled delightfully as he watched the man cry, his eyes closed and his thoughts Abel could tell were in a whirl-wind. Good night Monsieur... Abel smiled as he pulled out the syringe and pulled back the cork, allowing the chamber to fill with air. Abel smiled pushing the needle into the man's neck; Abel reveled in the sound of the man sobbing and gasping for another breath- when he pushed the chamber of air into the mains jugular vein- killing him instantly. Sighing dully he watched the body fall, his body tinged with the longing of something along the lines of intercourse, or some quality touching; he sighed going trough the lists of people he could use as possible rape victims- maybe even a male, only for the pure pleasure of watching them squirm in their own filth- but not to day.. He felt the tremors of the high working their way into his bodice, and he felt the wall against his back after he stumbled over the microphone stand. His head rested in his hands as he slid down the wall, now resting his for head on his knees.

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__&& tags; for tiraynan (:
__&& count; 1251-ish words
__&& music; err, does listening to sponge-bob count?
__&& notes; can we say suckish? (;

[tiraynan lynn swain.]

T!raynan Swa!n

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! Tiraynan peered over one of the drum sets in front of her once she noticed two people were talking. If she had any common sense at this point, she would've kept well hidden, but being scared shitless, well, all common sense had left her completely. The fat man who had been chasing her was talking to another boy, the one who had already been here. Noticing his hair was in a pony tail, Ray made a quiet gagging noise. A guy with nice, long hair shouldn't hide it within an elastic hair band, it just wasn't right. Though, who knows, his hair very well could be stringy and gross, from her viewpoint, she couldn't see the details.
What did it matter, from the scene that unfolded before her, the guy's, who the fat man referred to as 'squeaky', hair didn't seem like such a big deal anymore.

! With every hit, smack, or whatever noise you would hear from the Abel guy physically torturing (and probably mentally, too, for all we know), made Tiraynan flinch. The blood made her stomach knot up, and when the fat man finally fell to the floor, gasping for breath, she took that moment to squeeze her eyes shut as tightly as she could, even if it hurt. Sure, the ole' fat dealer guy may have been dead, but this Abel dude seemed more of a threat than the now-dead person laying on the ground. Ray felt more afraid than ever, and to be honest, she wasn't one to get scared quite easily.
Hearing the loud sound that resembled someone's back hitting the wall, she pried open her eyes to peer over the drum set once again. The fat man was dead on the ground and Abel was on the ground, his forehead on his knees. Now was her chance.
Not to be rude or anything, but I must depart." Her conscience sang out with a chuckle. I think that was what Ray was supposed to say out loud, but to be honest, she didn't want to bring attention to herself. After what she had seen, messing with that Abel kid seemed like a bad idea. "What? You aren't going to stick around and have some fun?" For some reason, the little voice in her head (that wasn't quite male yet wasn't quite female) seemed to be more cocky today than usual. The teenager merely ignored it and stood quietly, tiptoeing around all the instruments and toward the door. Her eyes never really left Abel. She kept expecting his head to pop up and for him to lunge at her and rape her or something.
God, she really was paranoid today. Maybe laying down in her bed would be a good idea. She just needed to get out of here, first.
Passing the body, slowing down more to look at the damage done at the fat man, her stomach kicked up into a series of terrified butterflies and disgusted look crossed her face. Reaching the door, she grasped the cold doorknob and turned it slowly, getting ready to tiptoe out, slam the door, and run.

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For ; Abel
Words ; 676
Music ; None DDDx
Thoughts ;

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[abel von zimmerman.]

abel von zimmerman
you'll be the corpse and i'll be the killer
'll be the devil, and you'll be the sinner
you'll be the drugs, and i'll be the dealer

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__&& , the buzz in the back of his mind made him want to curl up and die. He felt the soft pushing of something slowly trying to take over his self control- and he didn't think that, was a good thing. He shook his head, pressing his chin to his knees as he heard the soft tip-toe-ish foot falls as the drum girl tried to make it too the door before able even said anything to her. How could he not say something? He was slightly pissed off that he had done something so stupid for one little girl in trouble. What made her so special- that had had to stick himself with a needle and poison his mind. He sighed and looked up, his vision blurred, his bodice numb. Its not like he'd be able to do much anyways.. not in this condition. He moaned something even he didn't understand, and groped the wall for something to hold on to as he walked to the door, not thinking that going outside would be very helpful; but maybe if he went to his room he'd be OK. Stumbling over the music stand he had bashed into the dealer's head he heard, the girl grab the door knob- already smelling his fucked up situation.

__&& , His blue eyes looked ahead seeing the image of the girl- her long black hair and her bangs. He smiled to himself, his legs tingling with every step he took. How in the bloody hell was this heroin taking affect already?! He growled to himself shaking his head- making his head clear his vision; he couldn't trust luck for anything. He chuckled to himself as his vision clear a bit, looking at the girl in her purple converse- someone with a sense of style in this rat hole. He smiled and looked up at the girl- his thoughts not whirling at all; and he knew he was going to at least get slapped. Excuse my bad manners- but might I ask why you were running from that piece of shit? His vocals were smooth as he leaned against her only escape, his chest moving up and down in even intervals. His hair sticking to his face as a thin sheen of sweat appeared upon his skin. He raised a shaking hand and moved his bangs out of his eyes. He felt different than his usually heroin high- and he does not like it. Abel swallows his bit of bile, looking at the girl through a hazy vision. His diction was rather bland and blunt compared to his normal fancy words and twisted metaphors. Slowly, he felt his grip on the door loosening.

__&& , abel is already past the point of no return, and he knows that this is going to be one bad trip; one he would not want to come back from. Placing his head within the smooth depths of his hands he giggled darkly. Ohhh me.. I must look like some terrible crack-head; or some kind of stupid druggie. I assure you- I mean no harm; not in this condition.. Ahh, this is bad- very bad. I'm glad that dick-weed is dead. ohhhh, if he was still alive; he'd wish he wasn't... ehehe. Abel's voice rolled from one word to another- often repeating the word 'oh' or 'ah'. He sighed and gulped at some stale music room air. His eyes watering slightly- stinging from the contact.

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__&& tags; for tiraynan (:
__&& count; 715-ish words
__&& music; otep.
__&& notes; can we say suckish, and overly short- sorry >>"

[tiraynan lynn swain.]

T!raynan Swa!n

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! Just as Tiraynan was about to escape out the door, she heard a voice, and she knew it didn't belong to the fat ole' drug dealer who lay dead on the floor. She froze, her eyes widening a little, and slowly turned to see Abel standing, looking at her.
"Excuse my bad manners- but might I ask why you were running from that piece of shit?" In the next second, he was blocking the door: her only escape. Swallowing, with troubles, she took a large step backward, so she was farther from him, and looked down at her shoes.
"I owed him money," She muttered quietly, glancing at the body for one moment but looking away before her stomach would get sick. "I think he was going to kill me." She nodded to the knife tucked into the dealer's pocket. The knife he had been carrying but seemed to have forgotten about when her started fighting with Abel.
Feeling slightly braver, she glanced at him, noticing the sweat and his heavy breathing. It dawned over her in remembrance, that he had shot some heroine up his arm only a few minutes ago. Great, that's wonderful.

! "Ohhh me.. I must look like some terrible crack-head; or some kind of stupid druggie. I assure you- I mean no harm; not in this condition.. Ahh, this is bad- very bad. I'm glad that dick-weed is dead. ohhhh, if he was still alive; he'd wish he wasn't... ehehe." He giggled darkly into his hands, Ray took another step backward, this time, a larger step. She let out a forced out giggle, which sounded fake, and looked around for some sort of escape, though she knew that door was her only one. Who knows, there may be a magic portal hiding in one of the instruments that she could jump into. But then reality dawned over her and she remembered that magic portals were only in fantasy books and movies and even video games, but not in the real world.
Sometimes, Ray wished she lived in a fantasy world.
God dammit all, just talk to the boy, he doesn't look that harmful." Her conscience rang out, but Ray ignored it. To her, Abel looks harmful in many ways and since he had taken a nice shot of heroine, he seemed even more dangerous. After what she had seen, she didn't want to mess with this guy. Her fear for the drug dealer was suddenly replaced with guilt. The man didn't seem much of a threat compared to this guy, no matter how good looking he was or how soft his hair looked.
"Sorry, wish I could stay and talk, but I really gotta go." She said, walking to the door again, hoping he'd move and let her through. She was lying, yes, she didn't have a life here, so therefore, she had nowhere to go and nothing to do, but if it got her out of here, she was more than willing to lie a thousand times. Even if she hardly ever did.

! Then the thought crossed her mind; what if he didn't let her through? What would he do to her? Being high and all, he could do a lot of things that she honestly didn't want to think about. Things she was afraid of happening to her. She was very protective of her body, to say in the least. She didn't want the wrong people touching it or using it against her will.
Coughing slightly, though it sounded fake, just like her forced giggle, she glanced up at him again, her eyes holding a pleading look in them. She just wanted to get out of here; why wouldn't he let her? He asked all the main questions he needed to ask; why she was here and what for, so he didn't need to do anything else, right? God, she hoped not.

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For ; Abel
Words ; 812
Music ; None DDDx
Thoughts ;

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[abel von zimmerman.]

abel von zimmerman
you'll be the corpse and i'll be the killer
'll be the devil, and you'll be the sinner
you'll be the drugs, and i'll be the dealer

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__&& , abel was now oddly aware of everything in the room at the moment. He could see how still and beautiful the cello he had been playing looked, he could see the broken piano with the many broken and un-tuned wires, he could see the trampled drums and he could hear the girls shallow and scared breathing. He laughed again, his vocals getting caught in his throat. He heard her step away from him once, obviously wishing to leave; "I owed him money," she had said, and he already knew that she was fretting over weather not to get sick over the dead corpse on the ground- the man she had taken drugs from- which abel thought couldn't have been to hardcore- because the poor little girl was backing away from his fucked up self. but then she said something more, which made his hand twitch softly- "I think he was going to kill me."- that made him swallow back a chuckle. No shit. A drug dealer who hadn't gotten his or her cash would kill you and then fuck the body- not caring if anyone saw; its just a long the line of work. He laughed to himself and then looked up, the whites of his eyes clearly fading into a red, making his blue eyes pop even more, but he quickly covered them with his hair- almost as if he was ashamed. He held back the laughter, and he felt the burn of the drugs, and it wasn't a burn he enjoyed. He swallowed his spit and tossed his head against the door harshly, trying to get some pleasured reaction without continuously being numb. Half growling at himself he stopped, knowing that she was probably four times as afraid now. But abel had been to busy thinking that he hadn't heard the last thing she had said- thus he didn't think she was trying to leave... yet.

__&& , he tossed his black hair out of the way, letting it land on the side of his face as he looked at the girl who was probably still moving backwards out of some scared second notion. He coughed a bit and then relaxed against the wall, giving her a perfect view of his throat, nodding towards the knife in the fat mans pocket. i must impose upon you Miss...? he stopped briefly, his voice threatening to crack; which his bottled pride would not allow. could i ask you to sit somewhere in here where i could possibly converse with you? the knife is there, and my throat is here; if i try anything take the kill. he said with an oddly satisfied giggle, knowing that his little "sister" would never forgive him for one abused fuck up and a ticket into the next world. He almost chuckled but he noticed the air of the room, reading the atmosphere, his eyes rolling around in his head, attempting to rid himself of the dryness that keeps building- layer upon layer.

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__&& tags; for tiraynan (:
__&& count; 630-ish words
__&& music; dir en grey radio on pandora.com .
__&& notes; can we say suckish, and overly short- sorry >>"

[tiraynan lynn swain.]

T!raynan Swa!n

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! "i must impose upon you Miss...?" Ray sighed angrily, but quietly, when he started speaking again. She just wanted to get out of here. "could i ask you to sit somewhere in here where i could possibly converse with you? the knife is there, and my throat is here; if i try anything take the kill." Fuck. She wasn't going to be able to leave, not yet at least. She didn't even think he heard her 'I have to go' statement, which made her even more angry. But she figured that saying anything further would just be a waste, she wasn't leaving for a while.
Backing up more, glancing behind her so she wouldn't trip over anything, she found a nice corner far away yet not too far away, where she sat, knees up and her chin atop it. Her thin arms wrapped around her legs and she glanced at Abel and then uickly to the wooden floor.

! Hmmm, maybe when he moved away from the door and sat down, Ray could make a run for the door, open it, and get the hell out of here. After all, he did say that if he tried anything, she could very well use the knife on him. Though she wasn't a murderer, nor never would be, she could at least use it to threaten him long enough to get the hell out of here. But the knife was by the body and she was here in the corner, though I guess she could grab it on the way to the door...a plan had already formulated in her mind, she just needed him to sit down already.
"What is it you want from me," She asked suddenly, her eyes narrowing but never looking away from the floor. Before he could say anything else, she added "Other than to 'converse' with me." She used her index and middle finger to make air quotes around 'converse', which made her think of the shoes she was wearing even if both of the words were pronounced differently.
Her eyes averted to Abel, the glare not leaving her face, even as she gently checked to see if her checked bow was still tucked into her hair. She wanted to get out of here already. Maybe get some tea and head to her room to calm down from what had happened only mere minutes ago. Maybe read her book or doodle, anything but staying here.

! Tapping her feet on the floor, leaning back against the corner where two walls joined, making a rather nice comfortable spot, Ray huffed in the silence. The fear that had enveloped her earlier, was suddenly replaced with irritation, but it was only a temporary feeling. Abel still looked like a dangerous person, even from where she sat. After making the comment on knife, she felt even more afraid, even if she had permission to kill him, she knew she wouldn't be able to do it, not matter what. Killing wasn't something Ray was meant to do. Especially after killing her father and step-mother, even if she hated them, it still struck her deeply. Guilt, I guess you could say. Guilt was a feeling that never left her alone, and after she had come here, it ate her like a kid eats a chocolate bar, devouring all her emotional stability. Maybe that was why she was so quick to anger, so quick to frighten, and so quick to upset. She was just a weakling in this place, though she tried to hide it. It would only be a matter of time before she would be marked as the 'next person to die' at this dreadful place. In all honesty, she didn't want to die here. If she had to choice, she'd die anywhere else in the world, but not here. But after all she had seen and heard, she figured there would be no way out of this dreadful place, and everything's gotta die at one point, right?

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For ; Abel
Outfit ; Click <3 (she doesn't have the bag with her)
Words ; 600s I'm guessing.
Music ; None DDDx
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