✧ desi | diamandis ✧
✧ she/her ✧
✧ twenty five ✧
✧ september 23 ✧
✧ lumiose, kalos ✧
✧ bisexual ✧
✧ idol | dj ✧
✧ gym leader ✧
✧ do i know what's real? ✧
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DESIREE BLOOMS
PRISMATIC PENITENTIARY
POSTED ON Apr 3, 2024 20:45:38 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","desimuah"] [attr="class","text"] It was difficult not to present nor feel unhinged when deprived of every aspect of life she wished to preserve. While she was fond of surrounding herself with those who were acquainted with optimism in stressful, bleak situations, the words of the stranger led her stomach to churn more; enhanced by the nausea induced by the toxic chain and the lack of free breathing. There was no truth in the fact that either of them were okay. The toxic chain had led them into the hands of the cannibals that once wished to turn innocent souls into livestock, or even worse, the unimaginable.[break][break] But she found herself unable to scream at him- perhaps due to the constriction and overwhelming urge of panic, or perhaps due to a natural wish to not draw attention to both of them like all the others that she could hear from across the way. "A ranger..? You're," she paused with a cough, shakily rising from the slosh of the floor, ".. a ranger..?"[break][break] Did that mean that the infected Megalopolans were picking off targets, those that stood a chance in changing the course of rot? She did not want to believe it- for that would mean that he would not be the only one of the rangers that stood in the cells. Turning her head, she peered out into the darkened, blurred mass that divided them from their captors and the rest of those deemed victims. If they were to take a popstar with a knack for preserving love, who was to say that they did not take Yuina Higashi or Genevieve Cromwell? Or her lover? Damn them, damn them, damn them.[break][break] "No no no, we can't, Jack," she said in a pained whisper, turning to face him rather than a suspecting Megalopolan patrolling about, ".. if we manage to get them off before the others.. we'll stick out like sore thumbs.."[break][break] It did not help that she could not remember how she, amongst all the others, previously dissuaded the hold of the toxic chain back in the swamps. She could not recall if they had eaten something, got them off with brute force, or if they had simply dissipated on their own. Trying to not release the bile from her stomach within her coughing fit, she shook herself until there was an idea to make them a little less fucked; but ultimately, all they had to do was watch and make decisions based on what was presented.[break][break] And as freya morningstar once said, there were no good or bad decisions. Just decisions- and they would shape their lives, being if they would manage to flee through willpower or through vacating, deceased souls.[break][break] "We're going to have to play a game to get out of here, there's no telling what the Megalopolans are like under the influence.. they already wish to eat us sober, mon ami," she wept softly, near silently with a pang, ".. we need to blend in and act when they don't suspect it- or as a collective, whatever comes first. We need to play along.."[break][break] Perhaps that would have made the difference when her father descended upon her penthouse with his serrated dagger. Playing along, hiding, blending in.. outsmarting before they could sink their teeth in. The only conflict existed around their necks, concealing their faces in a masquerade of toxicity. And that they were completely fucked, depending on a mistake or generosity of a cannibal to be released from their confines.[break][break] "My name is Desiree, but call me Diamandis.. in case they don't know," Her words whispered out in discordance, a lack of luster and gleam that she ultimately wished to convey. They were outshined by the chime that came from somewhere in the corridor. It sounded strange.. and she wished it was not due to pain onset.[break][break] "And you can be.. Pamplemousse."[attr="class","ooc"] [break] NOTES ✦ no amount of saying that they are okay are gonna fix this!! it hurts.. optimism where?[break] ✦ but she could not scream at him for it. she does not want to draw attention at ALL.[break] ✦ him being a ranger tho..? does that mean they are picking off targets? does that mean her loves are here, too?[break] ✦ refutes taking off the mask as a means of not sticking out, at least, not right now.[break] ✦ and bc she can't remember how the toxic chain was dissuaded previously, in the swamps.[break] ✦ promotes idea of playing along until the time is right! using dad trauma to advantage maybe?[break] ✦ brings up wish to go by aliases.[break] ✦ and hears the chime, hoping its not one of pain from some kind of creature.[googlefont=Montserrat] [newclass=.desimuah]--accent:#fc799f;[/newclass] [newclass=.desimuah]font:12px Roboto;letter-spacing:.25px;line-height:15px;[/newclass] [newclass=".desimuah b"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".desimuah a"]color:var(--accent);font:12px Roboto;[/newclass] [newclass=".desimuah i"]color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".desimuah u"]text-underline-offset:3px;text-decoration-color:var(--accent);[/newclass] [newclass=".desimuah h1"]font:800 18px Montserrat;color:var(--accent);letter-spacing:.5px[/newclass] [newclass=".desimuah h2"]font:800 16px Montserrat;color:var(--accent);letter-spacing:.5px[/newclass] [newclass=".desimuah .text b"]font:bold 12px Montserrat;letter-spacing:.1px;line-height:15px;[/newclass] [newclass=".desimuah .ooc b"]font-size:12px;[/newclass] [newclass=".desimuah .pkmn img"]margin:-10px -7px 0px -7px;[/newclass]
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