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• the way her milk tea had pushed past the rim of her mug this morning, the way everytime she had tried to write down her thoughts, her ink would leave dark blotches against the aged paper; something just hadn't seemed right. ana had simply brushed off the feeling all day and it was only when she stepped outside, that a gut-wrenching feeling seemed to have hit her harder than ever- but she had swallowed it down. she had killed people, she could surely handle just.. these feelings of anxiety.
it was only ten minutes into her daily.. hunt, that something had caught her eye. a flash of red and white. she knew that shade all too well. but when that figure suddenly stopped - her heart seemed too aswell and she reached her long fingers clasped over her mouth to stop her breathing. she was unarmed. unarmed. unarmed. the word echoed around in her head as she watched the masked woman check around her surroundings.
it was only inevitable she would be seen.
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@WHITERABBllT / DO IT DO IT BET I LOVE HER her eyes widened once she processed florence's words, eyes widening in a sheepish way before her cheeks began to grow pink, the colour dusting over her nose in an oh-so-obvious way. "i-i'm sorry! you're.. very pretty.." that wasn't necessarily a lie - being in her presence.. she couldn't decide if she was attracted or beginning to grow insecure at her own features. her eyes seemed to dart to the sides for a few quick seconds nervously before meeting hers yet again - for somebody who seemed like such a vunerable prey.. her too-gentle exterior was slowly beginning to crack, hands clasped behind her back and making eye contact all too often; small traits that were hardly noticeable but would give her small white lies away. "friends..?" she questioned, voice meek. now, this was something she was definitely not so sure about - she never actually had had a friend, only people who hated her guts, picked on her or were fans who simply cared for the content she used to put out. those were the cause of the filled up books that sat lifelessly on one of her shelves. "of course!" she piped up, just after a moment, seeming awfully chipper, her mood drastically changing within seconds. "well.. i actually live around here too.. i-" the words slipped before she could stop herself and she had to stop herself from letting out a string of curses - "-b.. but! i didn't.. want my friends to know.. i.. could show you where i live, if you'd like?" her voice shook with.. anticipation, regretting her words as she spoke them, silently hoping she wouldn't agree. but.. luck usually was never on her side.
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@scrawledblood / I FORGOT SHE EXISTED AJDBJD IM GONNA BRING HER BACK I MISS HER Florence remained rather silent and still as she pondered why the other seemed to be so interested in the lower half of her face - but in all honesty, she did suppose it made sense. It was the only part you could really see of her. There were no eyes to see, so figuring emotion, where Florence could be looking and what she was possibly thinking was hard to figure out. But maybe her lips could point out some clues...or maybe Ana was being weird. "You may not see them, but my eyes are in fact up here, miss." Her lips curved into a more playful smile this time, a gentle laugh was soon to follow her words. Her shoulders shook slightly with her soft laughter. "Say...I don't make many friends often. Would you like to be my friend...if only for a couple of hours, at least?" The other couldn't see it, but there was hope in Florence's eyes. Friends were always so delightful to have around and she did enjoy conversation...but there was indeed something that struck Florence as odd with this woman. She was strange. She definitely didn't seem like she had just been with a couple of friends a while ago. The rabbit wanted to figure out what was bugging her so about this strange lady. So...to hopefully get further answers, she spoke again. "Where were you going, anyway? I hope I'm not being too intrusive -!" She brought her gloved fingers to cover her lips, as if she was surprised by her own actions of being nosy.
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@WHITERABBllT / BECAUSE WATTPAD WONT LET ME USE THEM AND IM HEARTBROKEN AND I USE THEM CONSTANTLY OHANSBSOSBSOSB AND. I REALLY WISH CHLOE WSS STILL A THING BECAUSE I LOWKEY KINDA WANNA THINK OF SUM CUTE STUFF ABT THEM IMDYING a slight squeeze was passed through her hand onto the nurse's, enough to be comfortable and give the impression that she was vunerable and dainty - it was somewhat accurate but.. she could hardly hold her own as it is, enough strength to overpower somebody but.. as she stared at the rabbit-faced woman, she didn't feel quite as confident in that as before. her fingertips brushed the others as the contact was ceased, fighting off the urge to wipe her fingers against her dress. the feeling of silk was something that made her feel.. sick. growing up, she never had the luxury of feeling such a material but when she finally had, it made her stomach feel like it was being gripped in an iron fist. she held back a gag at the feeling. "i'm.. here with friends. i think they ditched me, though." her words sounded insincere, almost copied from somewhere - it was, infact, something she had been told by one of her victims at some point; she only hoped her lie wasn't see-through, "yes, i'm.. unfamiliar on the tale but i don't think you should be here any longer." the way she spoke didn't seem very teenage-like. golden eyes stared up into covered ones, an almost.. childish playfulness glinting in them. "i'll be okay though," she suddenly added on, as her eyes dipped to stare at the woman's mouth. she admired her cupids bow and the colour of the other's lips, wondering how the 'lipstick' had been applied so smoothly. she was aware of what she was looking at could've insinuated(?) but she was almost curious as to what her reaction would be.