http://craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] craaaaaaaazy8s.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] towerofanimus2011-11-30 10:06 pm

it's like i'm looking in the mirror at someone else

Characters: [OU] Vriska Serket and you!
Setting: Around the tower, wherever
Format: Starting with action but I'll match.
Summary: Vriska takes some time to look at her life and look at her choices.
Warnings: None!

[Vriska's taken to a skulking method of wandering around the tower, instead of the confident stride she boasted before Spidermom showed up. Now it feels like she's always hiding and always looking for her next victim, and really, that's what she's doing. Not that she'll ever admit that she's hiding from anything, because she's not! That's absolutely not why she's switched back to her old outfit with her wings always tucked away to keep from leaving trails around the tower that will lead to her. She's just doing a job, a job that no one wants, and that she was guilted into. She's starting to really resent Karkat for this, because it's digging her deeper into a hole that's going to be hard to crawl out of. Not to mention the countless hours she's spending with his lusus, getting used to her like it's her lusus.

She shakes her head, frowning as she continues through the hallways and up the stairs, pointedly avoiding the forest. Her direction has no aim, she's just wandering for the sake of relieving the restlessness that builds on the days between feeding. She'd fed her again yesterday - a troll of all people, her old kismesis at that - so now she had a couple of days of freedom from the task. But it's anything but. It's just another day of checking over her shoulder for anyone who might be watching her actions too closely. Really, she's becoming as paranoid as the other cerulean. This is just getting ridiculous. She feels like she's completely losing control of the situation, and it's driving her crazy.]

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-12-01 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Guess who's in a BAD FUCKING MOOD? Yup, its Karkat. He's since calmed down from the whole debacle, but that wasn't to say the mood had completely died entirely. Kanaya had dropped quite a bomb on him, and it had potentially driven away one of the few people who had actually trusted him in the Tower.

Rather than the blue suit he usually sports, he's taken the black suit with his symbol carefully stitched across it. Black makes him look more menacing. Hopefully people in the hallway would get the hint that he didn't want to be bothered.

He went to visit spidermom every day -- but not today. There's too much on his mind. So much that he doesn't even see Vriska as he walks by.]

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-12-01 06:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[Karkat turns sharply to glare at Vriska over his shoulder.]

I don't need your shit today, Serket. I know its hard for you to believe, but I have other things to think about on top of powdering your nook.

[He regrets saying it as soon as it comes out of his mouth, but whatever.]

I wasn't looking. That's all.

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-12-01 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
[Smoothly -- far too suggestively, as well:]

If you'd like to discuss the contents of my ass, we can do it behind closed doors.

But that aside, you don't have to worry about the next feeding. I'll take care of it.

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-12-02 01:15 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, you asked, I was just following up.

[NOPE.]

Why do you care? You're off the hook.

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-12-02 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
I--[He raises a finger in a corrective gesture.]--did not make you do anything.

[Definitely ignoring her question, also.]
Edited 2011-12-02 01:27 (UTC)

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-12-02 02:01 am (UTC)(link)
[He takes the punch and promptly rubs his cheek, attempting to adjust his jaw. He can taste blood -- likely because he bit his tongue.]

I didn't say that.

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-12-02 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
Call it a sense of responsibility. Besides, I have to be there all the time anyway.

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-12-02 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
What are you gonna do about it?

[Running a hand through his hair BECAUSE ITS TOO SHORT TO FLIP.]

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-12-02 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
I'll let you know after its done. Get off my bulge.

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-12-02 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah yeah.

[Despite the bickering, it actually made him feel a little better. Enough for his posture to relax a bit, anyway.]

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-12-02 04:48 am (UTC)(link)
I'm a sassy kinda guy. Don't punch me again though. I like my tongue in my mouth.

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-12-02 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
I usually do.

[He cracks his neck and adjusts his jaw one more time before letting his hand fall.]

[identity profile] romcomedian.livejournal.com 2011-12-02 06:00 am (UTC)(link)
Its an occupational hazard.

[But that makes him smirk briefly for whatever reason before it fades.]

Nowhere. I was just walking. Got a lot on my mind.

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