Clay scoffed, hearing her call to him; of course, she wouldn’t display it, but she was probably rolling with glee at seeing him in such a state. He’d pay good money to bed that most people would take right advantage of it, play it for all that it was worth. So, naturally, he didn’t plan to stick around if he didn’t have to. Wrapping his fingers around the box of cigarettes in his pocket, he plucked one from it and brought it to his mouth, striking a match against the bricked wall beside him. He inhaled deeply the toxic smoke; at least he still had that luxury, exhaling the cloud that accompanied a sigh. With that, he rolled his eyes, letting her and the entire situation slip his mind; he wouldn’t let her have the satisfaction of hanging in his mind, knowing he could very well get by without his voice. It wouldn’t be nearly as much fun, unable to taunt his victims, but he could still skin them just fine. He nodded to himself, turning on his heel to the direction of the Mansion, close by to where his cozy little torture chamber was.
Elektra continued proceeding in the direction she started in, her eyes were half-lidded as she found herself become indulging deep in thought — this seemed to be the most appropriate thing to do so as to prevent her from turning at her heel and returning to him. Yet there she was again in her thoughts, Clay. Clay. Clay. Her amplified emotions due to being vampire really didn’t help, she could feel her anger boiling up inside, burning at the surface of her skin and causing it to feel hot and excruciatingly painful. Breathe. Breathe. Inhale and exhale. She reminded herself with a mental kick; this was obviously Clay’s indirect way of getting the best of her, or more so herself. Then, that smell. That dreaded cigarette. The wind carried the smoke into her direction, right into her (new) highly sensitive sense of smell. Elektra had already tried to dispel him of them in the meanwhile, but apparently he decided again that he needed another. She twitched. And the next thing she knew her muscles flexed to twist herself around and pace herself in her walk angrily back towards him, and once she reached him there was nothing but a raspy low growl as she pulled back at his shoulder from behind and plucked the cigarette right from his lips. “No, no.. You are not allowed to smoke any of those within miles of me. Even if you are stressed out beyond belief because you can’t make your usual smart ass quips at me. It’s smarter to not agitate me beyond humanities boundaries—” she raised her hand and shook her head. “—You know what? Never-mind. Suffer, but I’m not allowing you to make others suffer meanwhile. You deserve to feel the pain of not speaking, not doing anything.” Her brows knitted together as she grasped his wrist tightly. “You’re coming with me. Too bad you can’t ask where.”
(( You know I did~~ -winkwonk- Dont take that a weird way I feel obligated to be creepy around you ok ))
//Hahahaha. You have been granted the right to be as creepy as you want around me. Lol. xD ASDFGH.. I totally forgot about Elektra and Bullseye. I’ll try to get around to replying to the love M!A thread tomorrow. :P
Big para’s have been drafted, for now I’m going to build my muse back up again through really tiny responses and work back up to para again. I think that’ll help me more than anything right now.
“Colleen.” Elektra greeted bluntly, her arms folding across her chest as she spoke.
Watching Elektra to get my muse back.
I’ve been busy on another account, but it seems like I have some replies to do here.
I’ll get right on it very soon~
Tumblr has changed the algorithm so that when you browse a tag on your dashboard, it no longer shows the newest posts but shows the most popular posts. This means that tags are almost useless to anybody who tracks tags for new items, especially RPers with starters.
Best solution: send them a message saying that you posted something on your blog. Remember, however, that you will still not be able to link to that post because of the Ask restrictions. If you can, send it as fanmail. But new followers won’t be able to take advantage of that.
“I, uh — I probably shouldn’t be seeing this.. I’ll give you some privacy.”