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Post by Domino Inferna on Jan 12, 2016 2:42:12 GMT
Stupid school, stupid parents, stupid life! Why did Domino even bother trying? Her mom didn't care about her until she was of use, and, of course, that use is 'make me look good in front of my friends'. Slamming Loch Ness at the wall of the Training Alley, Domino blinked tears out of her eyes as ink splattered against the wall. It had been a bad day, that was all... Teachers had gotten onto the Inkling's case too many times to count today, the only people who bothered to interact with her had only done so to make snide remarks, and... and...! Domino was just tired. Tired and frustrated and worn. She couldn't go home and deal with her mother - 'You were late! Today was a very important day, young lady. Don't you dare make me look bad again.' It was nice that the woman at least would talk to her, would at least say a word to her, but being degraded and belittled? Hell no. All instances of care by her mother were fake. Domino could be gone from home for a week, and the only worry - if any - would be how bad that made that witch look. What mother would... Leaning her head against the wall, Domino let the giant roller fall from her hands. She had made an adequate mess, she had smeared more than enough of her anger on the walls and ground. Now, all Domino felt, was emptiness and fatigue. Crying softly into the ink, Domino wrapped her arms around herself, ignoring the outside world.
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Post by khyran on Jan 12, 2016 18:13:55 GMT
 at most I'm sleeping all these demons away Today had been a long day, and it wasn't even over yet. Inky blisters covered Khy's hands as he dragged his mop to and fro. He was already clocking in overtime and he hadn't even finished cleaning the practice alley yet. He was so tired, and he felt a little sick from lack of food. He had skipped lunch break.
His tools of choice were specialized ones- mops, sponges, and rags specially designed for absorbing every inch of ink it touched. Even so, it was tedious work, mopping things up and rinsing it out. And today had been a particularly messy day. Whatever mess Turf War had conjured up this time around was too big for such a small team of janitors to deal with.
As he wandered into the alley, cleaning up haphazard streaks of ink from the walls, the sounds of sloshing and squishing drowned out the sons of a nearby inkling. The one-eyed janitor didn't even notice her at all. He just slid his way along the wall, growing steadily closer to her, not looking up from his work. He was bound and determined to finish this as soon as possible so he could go home. Absorbed in his own thoughts, Khy tried to focus solely on his work to keep his invasive thoughts at bay. MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Domino Inferna on Jan 13, 2016 11:36:58 GMT
 | Are you insane like me? • Been in pain like me? Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne |
She was far too focused on her own depression, her own thoughts and stresses to even notice as Khyran grew closer. Domino just couldn't muster up the will to break away from her own toxic pleas, too bound by frustration. That is, until she heard the sounds of a nearby Inkling.
It was in a panic that the girl broke away from her own thoughts, whirling around with tears still brimming her eyes to face the older gentleman. And it was with panic that Domino let out a loud yelp, grabbing hold of her Krak-On and slashing it towards Khyran. Whether it made contact or not, whether it splashed ink on him or not, Domino didn't know. Red eyes closed tightly in fear and panic, Domino didn't know what would even happen. khyran • 0000 words • i'm so sorry khyran bb... she's just spook'd paint. |
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Post by khyran on Jan 14, 2016 4:16:42 GMT
at most I'm sleeping all these demons away
The yelp from the nearby girl was enough to jolt Khyran out of his own inner world. He nearly jumped out of his skin. As he turned around to see who had done it-
SPLAT!
It came out of nowhere. A blur of color swept down onto his head. For that instant all he could see was white and all he felt was shock and pain. He lost the feeling to his extremities as his body reformed. There was a loud clattering sound as his false leg popped off of him and fell where a man once stood.
Plop.
The squid-form of Khyran fell harmlessly at Domino's feet in a mixed puddle of black and white ink. It squirmed feebly, then stared up at Domino with a miserable little eye. Something about its face looked a little... apologetic. Then it turned quickly into something pained and panicked. Its tentacles twisted about itself and it shuddered.
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Post by Domino Inferna on Jan 16, 2016 6:11:01 GMT
| Are you insane like me? • Been in pain like me? Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne |
Oh dear god, it wasn't until the mysterious inkling had plopped into his own ink that Domino's eyes peeked open. Oh dear god, panic set in even worst. No longer was she frightened over the fact someone was there - but she just splatted someone! Outside of a Turf War! Oh dear god, what if he was really hurt? What if Domino actually killed him - what if she was a murderer! She'd already been scolded countless times for getting into physical fights in Turf Wars, but now injuring someone outside of a Turf War?!
Loch Ness fell to the ground with a clatter, the white inkling quickly wiping her eyes and rushing towards the puddle. "Oh no, oh no, oh no," was all she could do, repeating the words frantically under her breath. The prosthetic limb lying in the puddle made her panic even worst; did she decapitate him!? Did she just decapitate and murder a janitor?!
"I-I, I'm so sorry! Are you hurt? Wait- wait no, of course you are, y-your leg... I... Please don't call the police! Or, uh, also don't die? Please d-don't die, my mom would kill me, multiple times! Aaaah, oh my god!!! You're not dead are you? Please don't be dead yet!" Frantic, Domino wrung her hands together a bit too roughly, so unsure of what to even do, how to even help him. Maybe if he was too hurt, she'd have to... you know... finish him off? Could she even do that? She didn't want to even try! khyran • 0000 words • POOR KHYRAN OH MY GOD. paint. |
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Post by khyran on Jan 17, 2016 19:39:03 GMT
[nospaces] | the monster in your head
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It was always harder to "hear" in squid form. The red-eyed girl's words sounded garbled and distant, like he was trying to hear from underwater. He peered up at the girl, squinting through a stinging eye. Once reality had caught up with him, the pain followed suit.
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It felt like his head got hit with a cannonball.
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Is this what kids had to deal with at Turf War? Was it supposed to hurt this bad? Or was he just a wimp? It felt like his brain rattled around between his ears when he tried to lift his head.
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Slowly, he tried to reconfigure, his body melding into shapeless globs of ink, then forming human arms, human legs, the clothes he was wearing- but it was slow going. Kids usually could do it quicker. And the Turf War spawn made it happen fastest. But he was just some washed-up veteran.
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It must have taken him three minutes before he finally regained his form, his breaths heavy and hoarse in his chest. "It's-... okay..." He managed, his scrawny arm lifting to rub at a significant bruise on his forehead. "You didn't break my leg off. It's fine, see?" He reaches over to pick up the prosthetic, waving it around. "It's fake."
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He rolled up the pant leg of his jumpsuit so he could re-attach the limb against the rubbed-raw stump of his leg. Sitting up hurt like hell.
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"I didn't mean to startle you," he continued wearily. "I was... so focused on my work I didn't notice you. I... hope you're alright, at any rate." She did look a bit bothered, come to think of it, though it was difficult for him to focus his mind on much other than how badly he ached, presently.
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Post by Domino Inferna on Jan 20, 2016 11:04:25 GMT
| Are you insane like me? • Been in pain like me? Bought a hundred dollar bottle of champagne |
Domino had accepted the inevitable: she was, or is going to be, a murderer. This wasn't news to her - she figured she'd go on a murder spree someday - but now? Sixteen years old, youngest serial killer ever, goin' on a janicide mode. (That's janitor genocide.)
Now, all she had to do was make plans - where would she hide the body, how would she dispose of his ink, how long would it take before people start looking for him. Will people start looking for him. Oh dear god, Domino killed a no body! No one's going to care he's gone, oh no that's the saddest thing ever. What a monster, what a fiend -
Oh, hey, he's shifting.
Broken from her thoughts, she stared absently as Khyran began to shift into his humanoid form. Slowly... sssssllllloooooowwwllyyyy... Any minute now... He... didn't need help with it did he? Domino pursed her lips together, glancing to the side and tapped her legs, trying to seem more patient than she actually was. This was... awkward. Could he do it any faster? Aaaaaany minute....... there.
Good as new.
Frowning slightly, Domino gave a quick up-down on the man. He was... hm. He needed work. A lot of work. His eye-patch wasn't even decorated or nicely colored, it was just black! Which, she could admire of course, black was awesome, but black on black on black... When Domino got the chance, and he wasn't for sure dead, she'd make him a new eye-patch. And... a... new wardrobe. Gross.
Concentration breaking once more, the inkling blinked, looking down to the prosthetic and gasping softly. What the fuck?! Squinting towards Khyran, brows furrowed together, she tried to piece it all together... Eye-patch and not-leg leg?
Completely disregarding his words of comfort, completely disregarding all previous thought, Domino stared hard at the adult inkling. It was within seconds of silence that her face finally lit up, amazement present. Slapping her legs with her hands, the inkling pointed at Khyran's face. "Are you a fuckin' cyborg?!"
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Post by khyran on Jan 24, 2016 6:06:40 GMT
[nospaces] | the monster in your head
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As Khyran regained some semblance of clarity, he blinked up at the kid. Red eyes. Not something he saw every day. Was she an albino squid?
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And... did she just say the "f" word? Was this how kids talked these days?
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"My, my. What would your mother say?" He commented, shaking his head at her foul-mouthed-ness. His hand grappled around for his mop handle, and he used it to push himself upright. His leg ached. Unlike the rest of his clothes that reformed with the rest of his ink, his prosthetic always fell off- because his missing leg translated to a missing tentacle. There was nothing there for it to reform onto.
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Managing his way to his feet, he shifted his weight to his good leg and regarded Domino. "...Anyway, no, I'm not a cyborg." He told her. "And you've been crying." He pointed out, without any sign of emotion in his tone, as if he were stating a simple fact. "Had a rough match?" He oftentimes saw kids crying after a losing a ranked game. And taking their frustration out on non-regulation walls. That he had to subsequently mop up. This... being one of those times, he guessed. Though, this *was* the practice alley, so he couldn't complain so much.
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"If this game gets too rough, you could always seek an alternative carreer path." He offered, helpfully. Well, not so helpfully. Not like any of these kids would listen to him. Why would they give up fun wargames where they could pretend to kill each other, for some other boring, less violent activities?
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Post by Domino Inferna on Jan 24, 2016 6:27:11 GMT
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Frowning softly at the mention of her mother, Domino looked away, trying hard to recompose herself. What would she say? Probably nothing, lock Domino in her room, and not give a single shit about her. Or, if they had 'guests' over... well, Domino didn't want to think of that. It happened too often.
As Khyran stood, Domino felt slightly annoyed. Ugh, another person she had to look up to. Where were all the extremely-short inklings at?! She chose to ignore his previous comment in favor of being visually grumpy over his height. Why couldn't she have inherited the tall! Why did she have to get this aspect from the vampire genes - it'd be way cooler if she got the spiky tentacles or something, but nooooo, she had to be short!
Crossing her arms, Domino looked defiantly away from Khyran. "You'd be cooler if you were a cyborg. And no, I was not crying, and I don't care about losing a dumb match." That was a blatant lie, but she still wouldn't cry over it. She'd just... get into a fistfight. Which, uh... was not healthy at all.
Glancing at Khyran, brows furrowed and lips pouting, Domino huffed. "Turf Wars aren't a career! They only are for, like, super good but kinda dumb people. It's a sport, it's for fun, only tools try to make it their job." Bending down to grab her Krak-On, the inkling quickly wiped her face off any potential tears. "I want to be a fashion designer, not a professional dumbdumb." khyran • 0000 words • *insults everyone in one sentence* paint. |
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Post by khyran on Jan 24, 2016 20:40:44 GMT
[nospaces] | the monster in your head
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He chuckled at her, and shook his head a little. "Being cool isn't very important to me. If it was, I'd probably have a robot leg and a lazer eye." He turned towards where he left his cleaning supplies and started gathering them up, preparing himself to continue cleaning. He kept talking over his shoulder as he did.
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"Crying isn't anything to be ashamed of. It's okay to cry." He told her as she denied the very obvious fact. How old was she? He would guess fourteen, by her size, but her face seemed a little older to him. "At any rate... if Turf War isn't bothering you so much, then what is?" He asked. "Fashion is a very difficult industry to get in to, from what I hear. But not impossible, if you try hard enough."
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Sure, he could have just played along and let her claim whatever she wanted, but Khyran wanted to see what he could get out of her. Who knows, maybe she needed an actual person to vent to rather than a wall. Honestly, if he hadn't had work to finish doing here, he probably would've just left the kid alone and gone somewhere else. But, since he was here... might as well listen if she felt like talking.
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Post by Domino Inferna on Jan 31, 2016 11:17:58 GMT
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"You should start carin' about it, then. A robot eye and leg are better than none." Her tone was painfully blunt - it was hard to be sympathetic and cautious of that when her emotions were running rampant. Leaning against Loch Ness, Domino watched Khyran closely.
"It's not okay to cry when you're a crybaby." Domino spoke it softly, quietly, as if she was ashamed to even admit that she was just that. "It doesn't matter why I was crying, or if I even was." It never mattered to others before, so this time wasn't any different. Studying the inkling as he cleaned, she raised an eyebrow.
"So why does a guy with one leg and one eye clean shit up? How'd you lose your stuff? Did you poke it out with your broom?" She'd probably do that, in all honesty. khyran • 0000 words • changes the subject paint. |
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Post by khyran on Feb 3, 2016 5:31:46 GMT
[nospaces] | the monster in your head
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He frowned down at the white inkling, then shrugged and looked back to the wall he was scrubbing down. “I cry sometimes. Does that make me a crybaby?” He tells her without shame. “Everybody does, it’s normal. I think if you’re judging people, even yourself, to be a ‘crybaby’, you’ve got pretty strict standards. Maybe loosen up a bit.”
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Wow… he was telling someone to loosen up a bit. He’d have to think about that once he got home and took a shower.
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When she asked him how he lost his leg and eye, he said, “that’s quite a loaded question to ask a veteran.” He muttered. Turning to face her more fully, he leaned his weight uneasily against his fake leg. “So I’ll tell you if you tell me. How’d a kid like you come to sob her eyes out in an alley and see fit to undo all my hard work cleaning up this place?” His eye was half-lidded and his tone dull- not an ounce of accusation or anger in it.
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