Proud like a god||Cross

[Guillotine]

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[atrb=background,http://i1260.photobucket.com/albums/ii566/fogbeam/GilsMid.png] Guillotine had only come to this town to do one thing, feast. He had to quench his thirst for blood. This small town would be the perfect place to do so. This was one of those slow, old-fashioned towns. Unlike the large city, there was a lack of crime, thus making the people more tolerable of others and very oblivious to a real threat. Ah yes, this was the perfect hunting ground. The hellhound doubted any P.I.D.A agents would be lurking around in these parts. Gil figured they would be out in the city where most of the trouble took place. A beast like himself could gorge on humans and not be disturbed; or so he thought. Guillotine was a wanted man. Thanks to his lust for human flesh, he was now being tracked down by members of the P.I.D.A. The threats of these agents wouldn’t stop Gil from causing trouble. Killing was in his nature after all. The humans here where nothing more than a large flock of sheep just waiting to be picked off by a wolf. Guillotine could feast as much as he wanted, and still more people would pour in just to get snatched up by his fangs. A content sharp toothed grin creased Guillotine’s handsome face. Ah, yes. Just the thought of tearing a human apart brought a smile to Gil’s face. The hellhound continued to watch from his perch, like a hungry hawk overlooking a rabbit run. The male's single forest green eye continued to scan the area, looking for any unsuspecting prey. His other eye was covered with a jet black eye patch. Guillotine’s tall pale frame stood in the shadow of the old hotel. He used the darkness as temporary cover. Usually he would avoid these kinds of hiding places; this was due to the cold. With the moon being out in full Gil wanted to do nothing more than lie in the middle of the road and soak up the heat from the warm pavement. The animal in Gil knew better that to do that. He had been hit by cars one to many times. Besides he was here to hunt. It was tempting though. The beast shook the thought from his head, and continued looked around. Hours passed and unfortunately Guillotine wasn’t having any luck in his search for a food. No one seemed to be out at this hour. The tall male grumbled to himself as he slid his pale hands into his blue coat pocket. His stomach had begun to put its two cents in. Growling and rumbling in protest to its pain. Guillotine leaned his back against the cool brick wall of the hotel. Just a little longer. Perhaps something would show up soon. Words;; 457 Tags;; Cross~ Muse Level;; High Inspiration&&Song Inspiration&&OOC Notes;; Hurpa durp post This awesome table was made by Mental <3

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Cross yawned. She was so bored! When she had first stepped out of her shared apartment she was under the impression that people would actually be walking around. Apparently she didn't know humans as well as she thought. No one was out, save for the creepy man she saw at the corner; she sped up when his hands began to unbutton his pants. Ew. Other than that, the place was dead silent. Nothing moved, nothing talked. More importantly, nothing was amusing Cross. It pissed her off. Sure, they didn't live to entertain her, but that didn't mean she couldn't think as such. She was pretty self-centered. She also didn't give a flying shit about others. The brunette girl made a face as something squished under her foot. That better not be what I think it is, she inwardly growled. She lifted her foot and bit back a few curses. Only a few.

"Who in the hell leaves a condom on the ground? That is fucking disgusting. Oh God, I think my foot contracted AIDs. I can feel it spreading, it's heading toward my lungs. I'm going to have to take forty million pills a day, now. Yippee," she rambled, shaking her foot out. After her little mini-rant, she continued walking. This, unsurprisingly, happened quite often. The retarded mini-rants, not the stepping on a condom. Yeah.

"Ugh, I'm going to have to wash my feet thoroughly when I get home; if Morona let's me in the house, that is. Then again, I don't have to tell her. What she doesn't know won't hurt her," she mumbled, looking at the ground so nothing would surprise her again. Morona would cut her legs off if she found out that Cross stepped into her house with AID infected feet. Then she would gouge her eyes out and sell them. Cross suddenly wished she was in Texas.* She decided to keep walking, though. She didn't feel like heading back just yet. She wanted to enjoy her eyesight just a little bit more, and maybe find something to amuse her for a little while.

*Cross suddenly wished she was in Texas: In Texas, you are not allowed to gouge your eyes out and sell them. I'm pretty sure your friends aren't allowed to gouge out your eyes and sell them, either. This is an actual law, I promise. Just like it's a law in Florida that you can't sell your children or have sex with a porcupine.
Other Notes; I gave up on drawing a picture when PS decided to delete everything for no reason at all. The picture was found on Google, and all I did was edit it slightly(hair color change, soft light). Lyrics are from Ikasama Life Game English Cover By Dreambelieva.

[Guillotine]

A sigh escaped Guillotine’s lips. It looked like today was going to be one of those slow days. There didn’t seem to be too many people out. Perhaps this was turning into a lost cause. Well, if all else fails he could always return to the city and score a meal or two, right? Unfortunately, he would have a higher chance of getting caught by the PIDA if he did so. Guillotine leaned his back against the cool brick wall, and let lose another annoyed sigh. He wasn’t about to give up this easily. Gil was too stubborn for that. The male would stay put until someone came, or until the sun came back up. Either way, the man was hell-bent on getting a meal. He would have to be very persistent if he wanted to catch anything out here.

The tall pale man crossed his arms in front of him as he waited for an unsuspecting victim. As he waited the male licked his lips at the thought of digging his fangs into a human’s warm, tasty flesh. Just thinking about it made the male more desperate to catch something. Finally, after a moment or two a strange noise could be heard. Guillotine’s single forest green eye darted around the area, attempting to locate the source of this noise. The male adjusted his eye patch before he leaned off the wall and walk out into the open. It sounded like someone was screaming. Perhaps there was an injured human out and about? If so it would be his lucky day. As Guillotine strolled from his hiding place he was surprised to discover the source of the noise.

Gil cocked his head to the side like a confused pup when he laid eyes on the screaming woman. The female was ranting and raving about stepping on a condom. Interesting, perhaps this was a situation he could take advantage of? This strange girl soon got over her ordeal but began to mumble to herself as she began to walk away. Well, it was now or never. Guillotine slipped his pale hands into his pockets and mustered up a large sharp toothed smile as he approached the angry woman. He knew just how to approach her, he would pretend to be kind, and generous. Then when he got close enough to her he would strike like a snake. “Are you okay miss? You gave me quite a scare back there.” Guillotine cooed attempting to sound as concerned as possible. Deep down he couldn’t really give a shit, but in a situation like this he was willing to do anything to get a meal. And this girl would be the perfect target, or so he thought.

(((Sorry for the wait. and Lol Poor Cross XDD)))

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“Are you okay miss? You gave me quite a scare back there.”

Cross turned to face the man who had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Well, that was her excuse. He probably walked right up to her and she just hadn't noticed until now. She frowned. Why wouldn't I be okay, she wondered. So, she thought for a moment and-Oh. OH. Fuuuccccckkkkk, he heard that. Well, that's slightly embarrassing. Cross, to give her credit, kept a fairly decent poker face. Her cheeks turned a light shade of pink, though. Thank God, it was dark outside. Before she replied to the man, she took a second to look him over. The first thing she noticed was that he was tall. Much taller than her. She would never admit it, but this fact pissed her off. It probably had something to do with her late older brother. He used to pick on her height all the time.

"Oh, uh, yes. I'm fine," Cross said, smiling a bit sheepishly. "I'm sorry for the scare." Not really. "Some dumbshi- idiots left something quite unsanitary on the ground. My foot was just unlucky enough to step on it. I'm fine though, really."

Yes, she was perfectly fine. Except for the fact that Morona would somehow know that she stepped in something and would lock her out of the house. Again. The reason she got kicked out last time was quite silly, in Cross' opinion. I mean, who ever knew that cardboard would catch fire in the oven? I know I'm not the only one who didn't know that. I think. Her lungs still hurt from being punched and stabbed. Morona hits hard.

Moving back to the present time, Cross once again looked at the man. She thought a moment before smiling slightly.

I wonder if he likes games?

Other Notes; It's fine :DD Lyrics are from Ikasama Life Game English Cover By Dreambelieva.

[Guillotine]

A large sharp toothed grin creased Guillotine handsome face. His pale features seemed to glow in the flickering light of the streetlamp. His tall frame shifted a bit as he continued to look down at his new target. This woman would make an excellent meal; perhaps she could prove to be more than just a meal, but a fun toy as well. Guillotine’s forest green eye trailed up and down the young woman’s body as dark thoughts began to loom within that sick head of his. Oh, the things he could do to this girl. There where so many options! He could keep up this ‘good guy’ routine and get closer to her, and only then would he strike. That wouldn’t be any fun. Gil wanted some action! His predatory mind wanted something to chase, something that would fear him. Perhaps there was an easy way to go about this. This small woman had quite a lovely body. Guillotine licked his lips with satisfaction. Ah yes, he could get both fear, and pleasure from this young female. Either approach could prove to be interesting. This was going to be a fun night; Guillotine could feel it in his bones.

After a moment or two the female finally turned to him. A frown had plastered itself onto her face. At first she remained quiet and looked him over. All the while Guillotine continued to hold a sharp toothed smirk. Finally after a few brief moments the woman spoke. She stated that she was fine. A light smile graced that lovely face of hers. The small female then apologized for scarring Gil before she went into a rant about what had happened to her. Guillotine cocked an eye brow. “Is that so?” he cooed, his voice carrying with it a hint of lustful venom. A moment of silence fell upon the two. Its presence began to annoy the social hellhound. Oh god, he hated the dreadful pause of silence. Gil had to do something, or at least say something.

“So, what is a fine young woman like yourself doing out here, Alone?” Guillotine’s naturally deep, and raspy voice crept from his lips as he spoke. The tall male then tilted his head to the side, almost like a curious pup. "It is quite dangerous in a city like this, especially at night." He waited for her to answer. In reality, Gil could truly careless for this girl's safety. He was attempting to put up a front, so his more darker actions could be masked behind a seemingly pretty face. All the while his single forest green eye continued to search her feminine frame. This time he was making sure this woman wasn’t carrying any weapons on her. The last thing he wanted to do was attack a fully armed victim. The foolish hellhound had done it once before. He seemed to have learned his lesion sense then. Guillotine decided to turn up the charm a bit. He needed this girl to feel comfortable around him, if he wished to gain her trust. Needless to say, there was a method to Guillotine’s madness. Soon enough he would be reaping the spoils. Ah, he could taste her flesh now.

Guillotine slapped on a fake frown. “My, how rude of me-“He began as his tone soon changed. “I have yet to introduce myself. You can call me Gilbert, or Gil for short.” Ah yes, Gilbert. God how he hated that name, he could remember having to use it for work purposes back when he started working at Lunas (clothing store). Costumers would get suspicious if they had to call him Guillotine, so the male shortened it to Gil. Unfortunately, people often thought that Gil was short for Gilbert; thus name had stuck with him since then. A low dark chuckle crept from Guillotine’s lips. Would this little fish take the bait? He could only hope.


Words;; 457
Tags;; Cross~
Muse Level;; Medium
Inspiration&&Song Inspiration&&OOC Notes;; Sorry for the wait D:

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“Is that so?”

Why yes, yes it is. Cross, being her naturally bitchy self, resisted the urge to roll her eyes. Instead, she gave another small smile before nodding. A few seconds of silence fell over the two, and she felt a bit awkward. Sure, games were fun and all, but the time leading up to it was a little annoying. She was never great at small talk. The only person who she had ever had a somewhat decent conversation with was Morona. What she was not aware of, though, was the fact that Morona didn't pay attention to half of the things that came out of her mouth. She just nodded and shook her head when she thought it was needed, even adding a hum of agreement if she wanted to make it seem like she really was listening. No one could blame the doll, though. A lot of the things that came out of Cross' mouth were ridiculous. Except when they weren't.

“So, what is a fine young woman like yourself doing out here, alone? It is quite dangerous in a city like this, especially at night."

Dangerous? Was it really? An image of the creepy homeless guy she had passed on the way here popped into her mind. It took all of her self control not to make a face. She frowned slightly before saying, "Well, I thought a walk would be nice. Morona was being a bit mean, so I didn't invite her to come with me. Well, really, I left the house while she was sleeping. Don't tell her, 'kay?" Cross held a finger to her lips.

“My, how rude of me-“ the man began. “I have yet to introduce myself. You can call me Gilbert, or Gil for short.”

The brunette girl froze. Was she expected to give him her name as well? She normally didn't talk to others, nor had they put up with her for this long. Then again, she wasn't being as annoying as usual. Still, not many had bothered to tell her their names. She hesitated before opening her mouth.

"My name is Cross," she said. "I don't really have a nickname or anything, seeing how my name is already short."

Cross thought for a moment before holding out her hand. This is what people do when they first meet each other, right? If not, well, she'd punch Morona later. Actually, she'd punch her twice; once for telling her the wrong information, and another for stealing her cherry Twizzlers. Cross loved cherry Twizzlers.

"It's nice to meet you, I guess," Cross paused. "Gilbert."

Other Notes; It's fine. I took a while, too. Lyrics are from Ikasama Life Game English Cover By Dreambelieva.