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@torchbearing 
            
            blurryface half-turned, so that he was fully facing the other. he cocked his head to the side slightly as he stared at him. his gleaming ruby eyes proved that the man before him was right in his assumption. 
            his own ashen hand went up to his mouth as he smirked and considered how to go about this unexpected interaction. unlike the other man's, blurryface's hands were ashen by default. it was natural to him to have the soot-like substance on his hands and neck.
            his red eyes connected with the torchbearer's brown hues.
            he dropped his hand. his smirk turned to a malicious grin.  "and what about it?"

[@stressesout]
            
                 “Fun?” she repeated, a smirk tugging at one corner of her lips. “Maybe. But cleaning up after? Not exactly a thrill. Blood doesn’t come out of concrete easily.”
            
                 Her eyes followed his as he glanced past her, taking in the setup—rows of servers, a computer station, and the scattered signs of someone living here: a bed, a couch, a makeshift kitchen, even a small shower tucked in the corner.
            
                 “What you’re looking at,” she said, turning back to him, “is both my job and my home—for now, anyway. Nothing fancy.”

@cyber_hacking 
            
            The man dressed in dark clothing looked at her curiously and, despite the macabre topic, lightheartedly replied,  "I guess so. But you've gotta admit, it would've been fun for you to watch them go off."  
            His red irises darted from the stranger to the layout beyond her. "Hey, walking into random buildings is a pass time. Not a great pass time, but it's a pass time either way. You never know what lies inside... what's all that?"

[@stressesout]
            
                 As irritated as she was that someone had walked straight into her space—something she absolutely hated—she couldn’t stop the small chuckle that escaped at his comment. She wasn’t the chatty type and rarely started conversations herself, but so far, she found the man surprisingly likable. A nice change from the usual rude city dwellers.
            
                 “You’ve got jokes, huh? I like you so far… maybe it’s a good thing the traps didn’t go off,” she said with a short pause. “Would’ve been a shame to hurt one of the few decent people left around here.” Her tone shifted slightly, more curious now. “But seriously… what made you think walking into random buildings was a good idea?”

@sullenmaiden 
            
            blurryface laughed in a way that showed disbelief at her words.  "you think?"  he pointed at the window,  "it's a flurry outside. i think the snowstorm will get worse."

@stressesout 
            
            Damaris glanced towards the stranger with a slightly raised brow. How pitiful. She’d gesture towards her big fluffy jacket. “I believe I’ll be fine.”

@sullenmaiden 
            
             "someone trying to save your sorry butt. if you go out there, you'll freeze."  despite his sharp tone, this was an attempt at an act of kindness. somewhat unusual, considering it was towards someone he didn't know. 
            however, his patience was already running thin while his vibrant red eyes stared at the stranger.

i mean.. i'd say it kinda matters. sort of.. maybe? ( a hesitant raise of a brow, watching as the fluid soaked into the white fabric, ) what the hell IS that?

@ilokind 
            
            no, not that. and i've always had this goin' on... but the amount that's happening isn't natural, y'know?
            * he folded his arms again. the substance began spreading onto the white hoodie he was wearing. he tiredly sighed. *    i don't know. it–  it doesn't matter.

( there was a blink, brows furrowing as he studied the black substance dribbling across the ground, ) what the hell, dude..? you got some sort of.. blood.. clotting problems? this seems wrong.

@-biohazardz 
            
            He nodded wordlessly and thought about that. What could be more dangerous than those zombies out there?
            
             "Well, Hunk, my name's Blurryface. Or Blurry, if you're too lazy to say the whole thing. And as for what I am: I'm not sure."  He shrugged his shoulders. "I promise I'm not infected, though."

[@-blurryf4ced]
            
                 Hunk stood still, unaffected by the man’s piercing stare. His gaze briefly flicking to the drop of sludge that hit the floor before shifting back to Blurryface.
            
                 “I don’t usually answer questions,” he said in his usual level tone, voice low. “But I’ll make an exception… this once.”
            
                 Taking a step back, he kept his posture guarded. “Name’s Hunk. That’s all you need to know. I was deployed to contain a threat—something dangerous. The details are classified.” He paused, letting the weight of his words settle before continuing, “Now, your turn. What exactly are you?”

@-biohazardz 
            
            "Yeah, well..." he struggled with how to respond, "don't worry about it."  In actual fact, the man wasn't really sure where else to be at that point in his life, especially with the outbreak going on, but part of him didn't care if he got harmed.
            
            Once Hunk had stepped a tad bit closer, Blurryface stared at his mask like he was trying to sear holes into it. He, too, was curious about the other man. "It's natural for me. I woke up like this." He brought his hands up to showcase them. A tiny droplet of inky sludge fell from his left hand and crashed to the cold ground below.
            "I have a question, or two, for you now."
            Blurryface's dark eyebrows furrowed, getting right to business,  "Who exactly are you, and what do you want?"

  /    i apologise for this rp character.  i mean, i shouldn't beat myself up about this account before i even start roleplaying,  but... i'm worried people will hate this or call it cringey or something.  :(

//please?