sixwordstories | (no subject)

Entry tags:

roleplay

(no subject)

Blood looks black in the moonlight.

Come drink and paint with me. Please? It's a thing and you're probably a better painter than anyone there, but it's painting and wine and I just got a really good bottle.

I don't feel much like painting. But go ahead. I'll supervise.

Do you want to go to the shooting range?

Why would I want to go to the shooting range?

How poetic.

To shoot at pictures of a particular jerk.

It's not poetry. It's because it's dark out.

You can, if you want. I'll drink.

Well. You should do your murdering when it's "#cc0000" outside.

...did you just hex-code me?

This is the internet age, my dear. One must keep up with the times.

Oh. Okay then. I'll uh. Get on that murder by red sky thing.

!!!! Don't forget I still have my pinata with pictures of Raymond's face all over it. And inside the pinata? Is ALCOHOL.

Tell me who you'd murder if given the chance.

...Your Alien is showing, Mia. You hit pinatas with a stick and candy falls out. You do that with alcohol and you're going to break the bottles.

A guy named Jackson. But I had my chance. I screwed up.

If all that you want to do is drink, then I will drink with you.

Won't it break?

No no, it's special order! The bottles are PLASTIC. It's BRILLIANT. I swear it's real. Here, look. https://www.nipyata.com/

They're plastic bottles! Look: https://www.nipyata.com/

And then I printed out a picture of Raymond's face and taped it all over.

[ He leans forward on an elbow, chin in hand. ] My mother always said that you most certainly had a second chance to make a first impression. [ This is, unequivocally, a lie. ]

You got cocky. Got emotional.

No. He just didn't Die.

[ Here, a big, drawn-out sigh from Kilgrave. He knows the feeling. ]

You're singing my tune, darling. 'Ever had a nemesis who simply won't take a bloody hint and just shuffle off this mortal coil?

No. I've never had a nemesis before.

That's my plan.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Page 1 of 5