[ Ala's head snaps up from the damp trunk of her counting tree, blinking furiously to rid the dazzle of summer and focus on the rustle of leaves and that weird bloody smell she has a pretty good idea who it belongs to. It's that scent she goes after, stalking through the trees with the silent steps of a wraith and a black hoodie pulled over her head that helps hide her in the shadows.
Not that she needs to be quiet and invisible to sneak up on her first victim.
You come across a young teenage girl half hidden in the bushes, crouched over a mangled body so freshly dead that blood still weeps from its many gapes and gashes as the girl shakes a shoulder or pokes at a cheek or attempts to tickle a side but finding that her fingers slip straight inside its guts instead. ]
Haha, ew, gross! Oh, come on, don't be a sore loser. [ poke poke ] You lost, so you're It now. Get up! [ ... ] Hey, come on... [ ... ] ...
ii. pretty sure this is how it works
[ Think you can escape the river's siren call just by staying away from the river? Maybe drowning would have been better than being anywhere near the foggy downtown stores within sight of a teenage girl with two dozen chip bags in a messy pile at her feet, switchblade in her hand, and bright smile on her face as she goes !!! and advances towards her next victim. ]
Hi! Hello! Please give me all your money!
misc.
[ there were going to be more prompts but I got hungry and am going to go make lunch now, write me a prompt instead or @ me at birdseed thanks ]
Ala | OC
98... 99... 100! Ready or not, here I come!
[ Ala's head snaps up from the damp trunk of her counting tree, blinking furiously to rid the dazzle of summer and focus on the rustle of leaves and that weird bloody smell she has a pretty good idea who it belongs to. It's that scent she goes after, stalking through the trees with the silent steps of a wraith and a black hoodie pulled over her head that helps hide her in the shadows.
Not that she needs to be quiet and invisible to sneak up on her first victim.
You come across a young teenage girl half hidden in the bushes, crouched over a mangled body so freshly dead that blood still weeps from its many gapes and gashes as the girl shakes a shoulder or pokes at a cheek or attempts to tickle a side but finding that her fingers slip straight inside its guts instead. ]
Haha, ew, gross! Oh, come on, don't be a sore loser. [ poke poke ] You lost, so you're It now. Get up! [ ... ] Hey, come on... [ ... ] ...
ii. pretty sure this is how it works
[ Think you can escape the river's siren call just by staying away from the river? Maybe drowning would have been better than being anywhere near the foggy downtown stores within sight of a teenage girl with two dozen chip bags in a messy pile at her feet, switchblade in her hand, and bright smile on her face as she goes !!! and advances towards her next victim. ]
Hi! Hello! Please give me all your money!
misc.
[ there were going to be more prompts but I got hungry and am going to go make lunch now, write me a prompt instead or @ me at