Better Paranoid than Dead (Scott and Ember) - Eternal City RP2024-03-28T14:21:25Zhttps://eternalcityrp.com/forum/topics/better-paranoid-than-dead-scott-and-ember?commentId=6610746%3AComment%3A425056&xg_source=activity&feed=yes&xn_auth=noScott knew that he could be c…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2021-07-08:6610746:Comment:4278522021-07-08T09:30:56.303Z✓ Scott Alexander Parrishhttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/Scott
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Scott knew that he could be considered lucky, for still being alive and for this strange woman not killing him on the spot. He valued his life. Hence, why he wouldn’t tell anyone what he had seen today. He liked his life and he would like to keep it. “And I’d like to keep my life.” he replied, as she did agree she would kill him. He saw what she was capable of. It didn’t surprise him, that she said she could kill him. He didn’t think he would forget this too…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Scott knew that he could be considered lucky, for still being alive and for this strange woman not killing him on the spot. He valued his life. Hence, why he wouldn’t tell anyone what he had seen today. He liked his life and he would like to keep it. “And I’d like to keep my life.” he replied, as she did agree she would kill him. He saw what she was capable of. It didn’t surprise him, that she said she could kill him. He didn’t think he would forget this too easily though; even if he wished that he could. The images still flashing through his mind. This would be like being in a walking nightmare, by the looks of things.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;"><a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/8394cb4295a46be32284d0d5e7afaf50/tumblr_inline_nub9eknapa1qlt39u_250.gifv" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/8394cb4295a46be32284d0d5e7afaf50/tumblr_inline_nub9eknapa1qlt39u_250.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-left"/></a>Half wondering who would clean up this mess. Knowing he probably stopped her from cleaning up after her tracks. This would be a messy investigation for sure...and a clean up for whomever would have that unpleasant task. The strong rancid smell of iron and blood; was making his nose itch.</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Ember had asked him a good question. What was stopping him from leaving? For a few moments he had no idea. Maybe it was his own questioning of sanity? Or fear that she would follow him? “Honestly….I have no idea.” He was probably crazy for hanging around as much as he had since stumbling upon this chaos. But he couldn’t unsee any of it. No matter how much he may have wanted to. When she claimed she knew a good place to lay low. Scott nodded, following her lead in silence. Biting the inside of his cheek. Half debating about what he was going to say. Pondering on how she would get herself out of this situation. Unless she was just so good at...killing. That no one knew she was guilty. When they reached her...home of sorts. Scott let her open the door, before taking it all in. It looked simple. “I take it, you live here?” he asked, finally speaking after what seemed like an eternity. Trying to make some sort of conversation, mainly to distract himself from thoughts of earlier.</span></p> "No you don't. Congratulation…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2021-02-28:6610746:Comment:4250562021-02-28T22:50:01.483Z✓ Ember Rinaldihttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/Em
<p>"No you don't. Congratulations boy, that saved your life," she can tell he's disgusted by the bodies in the alley but if it hadn't been them it would have been her and she's not about to be done in by a few fucking thugs. Even so, now that she's allowed herself a moment to breathe, to take everything in, she's solidified that this man means her no harm. Strange for her paranoid nature to settle into that so securely but here she is. He would've attacked when her back was turned if he'd meant…</p>
<p>"No you don't. Congratulations boy, that saved your life," she can tell he's disgusted by the bodies in the alley but if it hadn't been them it would have been her and she's not about to be done in by a few fucking thugs. Even so, now that she's allowed herself a moment to breathe, to take everything in, she's solidified that this man means her no harm. Strange for her paranoid nature to settle into that so securely but here she is. He would've attacked when her back was turned if he'd meant to do her in, not that it would have done him any good. "You're right, I would kill you," no she wouldn't, "but I'll take your word for it." At least if he views her as crazy he won't look too far into this, won't get himself further involved with her mess. That's what she's hoping for at least.<br/><br/>She lets silence hold as she turns back to the alley, looking over the mess. If she didn't have company she'd probably spend a little time trying to clean up but she doesn't have that luxury now. This conversation cost her time, time she logically doesn't have so the bodies will have to remain as they are. This is going to come back to bite her for sure. For now she can only hope discovery holds off until the rain comes in, she can smell it on the air. Oh well, let whatever may come do so.<br/><br/>"Good idea. I'm surprised you haven't scampered off already actually, what's stopping you?" Her back was turned, it was a great opportunity for him to run away. She wouldn't have stopped him, but then again how could he know that? Truly it's one of the few things she has left keeping her from turning into a monster. She at least won't kill an innocent passerby no matter how much they may screw her over in the long run. "Well since you didn't run off, come on then. I know a good place to lay low." She reaches up to tie her hair back as she starts walking, her boots making nearly no sound against the pavement. She moves with purpose, not glancing back at him in case he does decide he wants to run. A few corners later and she opens the door that leads down to a basement apartment, a cheap thing entirely off the books that she uses for situations just like this. It's small but comfortable enough and finally she pauses to see if he's following her.</p> The Initia found himself glue…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2021-01-13:6610746:Comment:4237282021-01-13T18:36:20.956Z✓ Scott Alexander Parrishhttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/Scott
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">The Initia found himself glued to his spot. Almost terrified to move, in case the female would strike him with her blades. Seeing that her eyes held a slight sheen of purple. He could have mistaken her for an Angel child, but he didn’t see any wings on her. Maybe it was just the lighting? Almost holding his breath, he was waiting for some sort of a reaction from the mystery female. When she all but laughed at him. Scott raised an eyebrow-confused and unamused.…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">The Initia found himself glued to his spot. Almost terrified to move, in case the female would strike him with her blades. Seeing that her eyes held a slight sheen of purple. He could have mistaken her for an Angel child, but he didn’t see any wings on her. Maybe it was just the lighting? Almost holding his breath, he was waiting for some sort of a reaction from the mystery female. When she all but laughed at him. Scott raised an eyebrow-confused and unamused. She was laughing? Seriously? Was this chick insane? Who in their right of mind, would be laughing in a situation like this?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">“Do I look like I am joking?” Scott questioned, eyebrows still raised. Of course he had been serious. Why would he joke, about <a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/93da147c5ba6fa7d9b67f76639202d25/tumblr_inline_nub9f0fjeH1qlt39u_250.gifv" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/93da147c5ba6fa7d9b67f76639202d25/tumblr_inline_nub9f0fjeH1qlt39u_250.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-right"/></a>something like that? Scott meant no harm. Heck, he didn’t want to stumble upon this scene...but it was too late. His eyes slightly flickered over to the dead bodies and then back to her. Hearing her sigh, he could only hope that she believed him. Of course, he was expecting her to say something like that. Why would he tell anyone? Scott wasn’t that crazy and he wanted to keep his life. “Look. I didn’t even mean to see this? I was just minding my own business on my way home, when I came across this...But I want to keep my life. I wouldn’t dream of telling anyone...about this. Because, I am pretty sure, you’d kill me...and I’d like to keep my life.” Scott was rambling, his nerves still very much on the edge. “So you have my word. I’ll keep this...secret.” He was good at keeping secrets. This would just be, between them both. No one had to know, right?</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">But she was right, they probably had friends. “If they do. Maybe we both should get a move on.” Scott suggested. Not wanting to hang around more and see another blood-bath, if someone else would come their way and decide to cause havoc, for seeing their comrades dead. And anywhere would be better, than him being around dead bodies.</span></p> Her normally bright blue eyes…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2020-12-03:6610746:Comment:4222252020-12-03T00:27:32.094Z✓ Ember Rinaldihttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/Em
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Her normally bright blue eyes have a strange tinge to them from the glow of her blades, casting them in a lilac that’s not unlike a Nephilim’s which almost causes her to laugh. There’s no doubt that were she one of the angel children she’d have lost her wings years ago. She stares the man down, slowly advancing toward him as she speaks. She’s so damn tired. How long has it been since she slept? Two days? Three? She forgets, maybe she’ll be able to get some…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Her normally bright blue eyes have a strange tinge to them from the glow of her blades, casting them in a lilac that’s not unlike a Nephilim’s which almost causes her to laugh. There’s no doubt that were she one of the angel children she’d have lost her wings years ago. She stares the man down, slowly advancing toward him as she speaks. She’s so damn tired. How long has it been since she slept? Two days? Three? She forgets, maybe she’ll be able to get some rest after finishing this mess off.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">His confused and terrified reaction is nothing new to her. People tend to have that reaction when they realize their numbers mean nothing and all their ‘friends’ are dead at the end of her swords. Normally she’d never pause in her advance, taking advantage of the hesitation to put an end to the situation as fast as possible. So then what stops her a couple feet from him? Later she’ll blame the exhaustion she’s sure but she does stop, eyes scanning his face as he looks upon her with genuine fear. She says nothing to his first stammered out sentence, gazing up at him impassively. It’s impossible to read anything on her face, all emotion blanked as she holds both swords loosely in one hand. Then, slowly, her face changes, shifting from completely blank to slight confusion. He seems… like he’s being honest and normally she’s really good at telling when people are lying to her.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">The anger seems to drain from her form slowly as he continues to speak at her until finally she cracks a smile and starts to laugh. Actually laugh at the absurdity of the situation. In the back of her mind she’s positive she looks like a lunatic but she can’t help it. She nearly murdered a poor guy for being in the wrong place and she’s not even sure why she believes him! Probably how tired she is. The sharp metallic sound rings through the alleyway as she sheathes her swords, her laughter dying out. “.... You’re being honest, aren’t you?” It’s not really a question and the sigh that follows seems to come from her toes, a soul weary sigh as she looks back over her shoulder. “.. I can’t exactly let you go without a promise you won’t report this… you know, after seeing that.” Yeah, she looks like a complete lunatic. “I was sure they had a friend waiting to gang up on me and kill me… you just happened to come along at the exact wrong time. Sorry.” She doesn’t expect him to believe her, she actually expects him to haul ass. She won’t stop him if he does. She can handle the cops as much as she really doesn’t want to.</span></p> It was a fairly calm day for…tag:eternalcityrp.com,2020-11-25:6610746:Comment:4219132020-11-25T20:30:39.130Z✓ Scott Alexander Parrishhttps://eternalcityrp.com/profile/Scott
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">It was a fairly calm day for the young Initia. Work at the farm was slowing down a bit; as he had kept ahead of schedule to get everything ready for the colder months ahead; that his employers had given him a few days off as a reward. Otherwise, the city wouldn’t see much of Scott-as he was always hard and busy at work. Something that had been embedded into him, from a fairly young age; to work hard and achieve what needed to be done; as he spent his youth…</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">It was a fairly calm day for the young Initia. Work at the farm was slowing down a bit; as he had kept ahead of schedule to get everything ready for the colder months ahead; that his employers had given him a few days off as a reward. Otherwise, the city wouldn’t see much of Scott-as he was always hard and busy at work. Something that had been embedded into him, from a fairly young age; to work hard and achieve what needed to be done; as he spent his youth working at the family farm-between school and studying. And often than not, keeping busy was better for the blonde Initia, then to be bored.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Scott spent a portion of the day, running a few errands for his apartment and exploring a bit of the city. Liking to find new places in Evermore; that called out to him. Places that he could visit and make memories. Finding his way to a museum in Evermore; Scott decided to try and enrich his mind a little bit, with a bit of culture. Seeing what the Evermore Museum had to offer. He brought himself a ticket and soon was exploring. Time flew by, and before he could even blink-it was into the evening hours. Scott didn’t even realise, it was so late; till he saw the giant clock on the wall, by the museum exit. “Time flies, when you’re having fun.” He muttered to himself.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">People were piling out of the museum, giving back their little head-sets; they had them on them for the duration of the museum tour. Scott gave a slight wave to the museum tour-guide on the way out. Deciding to head back home, for the rest of the evening. Taking his usual route, but little did he suspect he’d stumble upon something dangerous and unlike, what he knew Evermore to be like-in the past year or so, that he lived here.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">Lost in his thoughts; Scott soon snapped out of whatever had been running through his mind; when he heard what sounded like a struggle, a violent struggle. Passing by the familiar ally...he stopped dead in his tracks. Eyes wide...as he saw the scene end before his own eyes. Someone had killed a bunch of people? Before he could even think about running, the female that caused all of this spoke.<a href="https://64.media.tumblr.com/6dae6cbe24fe38ee8a47d3cac88fd481/tumblr_inline_nub991pOxV1qlt39u_250.gifv" target="_blank" rel="noopener"><img src="https://64.media.tumblr.com/6dae6cbe24fe38ee8a47d3cac88fd481/tumblr_inline_nub991pOxV1qlt39u_250.gifv?profile=RESIZE_710x" class="align-right"/></a> Scott looked confused. Did she think he was somehow involved? He could sense the anger, from her words. Raising his hands up-it was almost as if on cue, a reflex.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-weight: 400;">“I honestly have no idea, what you’re talking about. I don’t know you.” Scott told the red-head. Why would he piss her off? What is it, that she thought he had done to her? “Look...I was just on my way home. I don’t mean any harm to anyone.” Scott was rambling nervously...looking even more nervous...and maybe a bit freaked out. Swallowing. Still glued to spot...scared to move an inch...in case she’d sink her blades into his neck or guts.</span></p>