Post by QUINNLAN MARIE FROST. on Jul 7, 2013 20:57:36 GMT -5
fear is only in our minds,
taking over all the time.
to an unsuspecting person cautiously making their way through golden gate park, the currently blond woman would've more than likely looked as though she were in need of medical attention, and some mental therapy. her ragged strands of hair were meshed into a two-day old bun, that had loosened to the point where her bangs had been released into her eyes, and she could feel strands of stray hair draping down the back of her neck. she couldn't remember the last time she'd taken the time to fully brush her hair out after a nights rest, but it wasn't like violet - the current personality in control of quinnlan's body - could care less about her appearance. if her hair wasn't a given factor of that, the dirt and dried blood that cluttered her oversized white tank top and jean short-shorts would be a sure sign.
the night before, when violet had pushed for control of quinn's body, she'd had no intentions of leaving the treehouse her and xakery had built together on the other side of the park. but as the sun rose over the horizon, and the heat started to filter into the air, violet slowly started to feel an overwhelming sense of stir crazy. the urge to hear something having its bones breaking kept playing within the back of her mind, and she couldn't stop biting her lower lip in hopes of getting a metallic taste of blood. by six in the morning, violet had set off on her own to find something to cure her boredom, nothing but her bare hands in order to do so.
she'd trucked the way across the park, nothing but a few wandering undead that didn't even pay her any notice, until she reached a familiar spot she liked to drag her kills to. but what she saw, however, made violet extremely angry. narrowing her hazel eyes, she scrunched her face up as she inspected the intruders behind a thick tree, her nails digging into the bark carelessly as she inspected them. they weren't infected, she could tell; they moved too easily, and she wasn't sure, but she'd thought she'd seen a weapon on their person. the undead didn't have any use for weapons, and probably wouldn't understand what a gun or knife was if it was duct tapped to their hands. that meant someone living was intruding on her play spot, and something like that was unacceptable.
"hey asshole!" she shouted when her anger whelled too high to keep it contained any longer. "yeah, you. what're you doing here? you think you can just waltz around, all willy-nilly, into other people's territory?" she accused, eyes still narrowed from before. naturally, the park wasn't hers, but violet didn't care. she occupied this area enough to feel as though it were, and she wasn't about to let whoever this person thought they were get away with it. the fact that this could lead to her getting seriously injured didn't cross her mind once; violet was much too cocky and short fused for thoughts like safety. "fuckin' unbelievable."
the night before, when violet had pushed for control of quinn's body, she'd had no intentions of leaving the treehouse her and xakery had built together on the other side of the park. but as the sun rose over the horizon, and the heat started to filter into the air, violet slowly started to feel an overwhelming sense of stir crazy. the urge to hear something having its bones breaking kept playing within the back of her mind, and she couldn't stop biting her lower lip in hopes of getting a metallic taste of blood. by six in the morning, violet had set off on her own to find something to cure her boredom, nothing but her bare hands in order to do so.
she'd trucked the way across the park, nothing but a few wandering undead that didn't even pay her any notice, until she reached a familiar spot she liked to drag her kills to. but what she saw, however, made violet extremely angry. narrowing her hazel eyes, she scrunched her face up as she inspected the intruders behind a thick tree, her nails digging into the bark carelessly as she inspected them. they weren't infected, she could tell; they moved too easily, and she wasn't sure, but she'd thought she'd seen a weapon on their person. the undead didn't have any use for weapons, and probably wouldn't understand what a gun or knife was if it was duct tapped to their hands. that meant someone living was intruding on her play spot, and something like that was unacceptable.
"hey asshole!" she shouted when her anger whelled too high to keep it contained any longer. "yeah, you. what're you doing here? you think you can just waltz around, all willy-nilly, into other people's territory?" she accused, eyes still narrowed from before. naturally, the park wasn't hers, but violet didn't care. she occupied this area enough to feel as though it were, and she wasn't about to let whoever this person thought they were get away with it. the fact that this could lead to her getting seriously injured didn't cross her mind once; violet was much too cocky and short fused for thoughts like safety. "fuckin' unbelievable."
open . 512 . violet's a tickin' time bomb. most of the time. (:
