YOU AIN'T SEEN SHIT — o; joining.

[Asyli]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth; width: 450px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; font-size: 8pt"]they were heaving, breath coming in quick bursts as their feet continued to thud against the pavement in their frenzied sprint to freedom. they were sure they had made plenty of distance, that they were safe for the time being but mahlaht was not going to take any chances; the more space they could put between them and their past home the better they would feel and the harder it would be for the master's servants to find him. although, they knew they couldn't keep running forever... both in a figurative manner and in a literal manner as, even now, they could feel the pull of exhaustion that was tearing their body apart and made the desire to lay down and die so much more enjoyable than it probably should have been. until now they'd been running on nothing but adrenaline but the further they drifted from the coven and the more time that past his body slowly began to shut down, the need for flight fading as the immediate danger was no longer threatening them. they heaved once more, gasping breath shuttering as they moved to hold their hands above their head, cringing as the air now filling their lungs began to burn ever so slightly. they were sure this wouldn't be that bad if they weren't running with an extra twenty-some pounds that was their meant-to-be wedding dress; it was horrid, they thought, however, they really hadn't had time to discard of it in their escape and now it was likely the only piece of clothing that they owned. which, was shitty. fuck, they probably should have kept the boots now that they thought about it, they were not something they could have worn while running but it still would have been nice to have some kind of protection for their feet... although, they were also in an abandonded city so, well, maybe it wouldn't be that hard to find some clothes that had been left behind by previous inhabitants. they also were not above stealing clothes from the dead if it ever came to that, they'd been forced to do far worse to the dead than petty theft.

they let their hands drop to their waist, tugging roughly at the corset in an attempt to loosen it enough to allow more air to be able to flow into their lungs, although, it was more useless than anything else as the strings were far too tight for mahlaht to untie them himself. no, the dress was designed for two... one would wait and the other would untie it in what was meant to be something intimate and, well, if they had to suffer to avoid that then they fucking would. they let out something akin to a growl as they moved to hike the dress up, they weren't sure where they were going exactly but they knew that it was going to get dark soon and they couldn't stop here and allow themselves to be at the mercy of whatever beasts roamed the night. they pulled the ends of the dress up as high as they could, hanging it mid-thigh as they began to walk, their breathing loud and obnoxious as their bear feet padded along the sidewalk of what they were sure was once some amazing city but was left as nothing more than a deserted wasteland.

they moved a hand up to tug at their choker, close to sobbing as it stuck to their skin with their own sweat... it was a disgusting feel and they felt like their whole ensemble was meant to do nothing but slow them down. wow, okay, that sounds kind of dark now that they thought about it; their entire wedding outfit was meant to slow them, to make it impossible to run from their future husband. ha, i guess they won this one... sort of? they're still wearing it so they're not exactly sure who won this round quite yet. they allowed a small snicker to slip through their lips as they hiked the dress up to their waist, exposing the boy shorts they had beneath, maybe it wasn't proper but they didn't care enough to get flustered nor was there anyone to scold or care about what they were doing. "fucking dress," they huffed softly, pausing to readjust their grip on the gown before their eyes caught a slight movement just out of the corner of their vision and they felt their heart begin to pound; they moved their hand back and slowly pulled the blood-stained dagger from the hook of the corset.

they let the dress drop to the ground, their arm quickly raising the knife in an awkward position in front of them; they felt their eyes narrow, their heart speed up and the realization that while they were able to fight the women whom had tried to hold them in the coven they were not sure if they could take on much more. their hand was shaking, surely, they could even see it but they simply chose to ignore it as they shuffled backwards. they knew they looked a mess, pale skin splotched with blood, their black makeup smudged across their face and a dress that greatly outweighed them they were a mess that was undeniable, however, they did not want to look a threat... if whoever was out there was some stranger they would be able to help but, well, mahlaht could not take the risk of looking weak in front of what could very well be one of master's servants coming back to retrieve them and take them back to their awaiting husband, a beating, a rape and an unbelievably boring existence. they tightened their lips, curling a corner into what could only be described as a snarl.

"who the fuck is out there?"

/lowkey a little rushed feowifwe

[roy v.]

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ROY AVON VANTAS —

[ welcome to the northstar district!! <33 ]

roy raised his hands up, stopping in place to at least look somewhat defensive. [b]"wait, fuck, chill out. it's just me-" then he realized, that this wasn't someone of the northstar district and what the fuck. what. the fuck? was that a dress? a white dress? that threw him for a doozy. wasn't shit like that practically somewhat extinct or something? they weren't useful and certainly wouldn't go for much in trade. roy could still think of one girl, though, that would make dresses; but she didn't matter at the moment.

"who the hell are you?" and when he finally meant to reach for his gun, he realized that he'd left it back in his room; the northstar district was supposed to be safe but they still had crazy-ass bitches running around, apparently.

fuck him to the moon and back.

"okay, wait. let's get some shit straight." he raised his hands further, shaking them with emphasis. "you're the one with the knife and i'm not really in the mood to get stabbed. anywhere, preferably. i don't want to hurt you." roy always sounded angry but the last line was sincere. he never wanted to hurt anyone-- unless they deserved it. but he wasn't bloodthirsty, okay? "but maybe i can help you or some shit, i don't fucking know. where are you from?"

"could you tell me your name? and why you're wearing-" he narrowed his eyes at their dirty corset. "-that?"

[spoiler= ･ﾟ★ ☾ PITY THE PARIAH 9/10]GENERAL
★ roy avon vantas | asshole
★ male | he/him | amab
★ nineteen yrs old | created 8/20 | cancer
★ trainee of the northstar district

[b]MISC INFO
★ probably gives the nicest hugs smh
★ definitely touch-starved; he is a sucker for soft touches from those he trusts

[b]APPEARANCE
★ [b]physical health: 100% | mental health: 90%
★ whole description here
★ current injuries: none

PERSONALITY
★ [b]MBTI | trope | trope | trope
★ roy's personality truly has many different facets but the one that often shows is his intrinsically flawed, imperfect, and illogical teenager one. he gets angry very easily, for the littlest things that really shouldn't make you so furious. along with this, he's abrasive to the point where it often pushes the people he cares about away. but to the core, the short redhead's heart is gold and he truly does care for his friends and the well-being of people despite his unwillingness to show it; he is only that way due to his major insecurities rooted from a troublesome childhood.
★ independent, knowledgeable, caring, sincere
★ impulsive, outspoken, intense, stubborn
★ (very) loud, vulgar, cynical, abrasive, insecure
★ what's happening, currently, that's affecting his personality?

[b]RELATIONSHIPS
★ demiromantic bisexual | love is kinda an iffy thing for me; he cares easily but is afraid of being in a romantic relationship of any kind
★ single pringle, not interested | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes
★ pierre vantas x unnamed mother | generation 2
★ trusts: ??

[b]INTERACTION
★ medium, but tricky fighter | easy to attack emotionally | attack in bold underline
★ will not initiate fights (most of the time) | will fight back if attacked
★ ask to maim/capture/kill
★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed | violently flinches away from touches[/spoiler]

[Asyli]

[align=center][div style="borderwidth; width: 450px; padding: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 12px; font-size: 8pt"]they weren't expecting a reply, had really hoped it had been nothing more than some wild animal scattering around looking for food. mah could feel his entire body beginning to stiffen as the echo of a voice bounced off the empty street, quickly added to the deserted factor of the place and causing goose pimples to rise over their skin. the hand holding the knife continued to shake violently and they could feel their stomach churn as they awaited the stranger to reveal themselves, they would never admit to being afraid aloud but deep inside they could not hide the twinge of fear that bubbled around. they were expecting the worst, some fowl old man or some solder decked out in head to toe in weapons, maybe they were even expecting one of their beloved demons who was just waiting to drag them back, however, they quickly discarded that idea, ashamed of themselves for having it. mahlaht could not hide his surprise, however, as the stranger stepped out into the sunlight; never before had they seen someone with blood-hair and even in a situation like this they could not help but be awed. it was a drastic change from the browns and blacks that had made up their coven, he was used to simple colors and blood-hair was… different, mesmerizing in a way.  although, he knew he couldn’t afford to be distracted now, he did not know what this person was capable of and, at that moment, everyone had to be looked at as an enemy, there were no allies for them. no one could be trusted. they could not allow their guard to drop simply because they were intrigued by the fucking color of someone’s hair, that would be beyond embarrassing; it seemed they didn’t have much to worry about because as soon as the other began to speak the fascination mah felt quickly disappeared and the fear and anger they had felt before began to boil over once again and they jutted the knife out in front of them as far as their arm could extend. they kept silent and simply scowled when the person stared at them as if they were mad, as if they were crazy and maybe they were but the idea of someone thinking that about them infuriated him. they ground their teeth slightly and took a few steps forward, the knife held out as they spotted the other reaching for what could have very well been some kind of weapon. although, by the look on the other’s face and their reaction, it was clear they were unarmed, that mahlaht was the one with the upper hand in this situation.

they held their silence, content to just glare and and force their anger and distrust through nothing but their eyes; they weren’t sure it was working but they supposed if the other could not see it in his gaze they would be able to see it in their body. they were wound tight, lips pulled back, shoulders stiff, back straight and near shaking. they did their best to keep calm outside of the mocking and rather aggressive tone the other took, suppressing the urge to snap at them. however, they would admit that it was nice to be spoken to so roughly, to not be treated like a doll and to feel insulted by the tone of someone else’s voice, they knew it sounded weird but they were so used to pleasantries, to softness, it was nice for someone to speak to them in a tone that was anything but dollish and respectful. wow, fuck, they were really messed up. they shook their head, trying to clear their head and to stay focused on the present, to keep from spacing and potentially getting themselves stuck in a dangerous situation. they knew nothing about this person but the one thing they could be sure of was that this person was not from their home, mah would have remembered someone like that, which, meant that this person was not an immediate threat. hopefully, that is. as the other finished talking, finished asking their questions, mah only stared, contemplating if it was worth the risk to try and make an ally. in the end they decided to ignore the paranoia screaming at the back of their mind to stab and flee.

"...agrat-bat-mahlaht, mahlaht." they answered slowly, hesitantly moving their arm down to their side, lowering their only means of protection. “my name, it’s agrat-bat-mahlaht but people just call me mahlaht.” they won’t deny that their voice was harsher than it should have been, aggressive in a way that seemed normal for them as they knew they were just an angry person. “i’m wearing the fucking dress because i was-” they caught their tongue, letting their voice fade and die as they pulled back slightly. this person didn't need to know what had happened, they were sure it would change the light in which they saw them and, right now, they needed help and even if they were wary of strangers they were doing their best. "...okay i told you who i was now who the hell are you? where did you come from? are there more of you?" the questions fell out quickly, the desire to avoid the dress question nearly consuming them before they slowed and moved their free hand to tug at the strings of the corset. "you said you wanted to help me, right? then help me get this off because i can't breath and it hurts."

[roy v.]

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ROY AVON VANTAS —

they were shaking like a leaf and roy felt the strongest urge to just place his hands on their shoulders to try and stop it. he wasn't going to act on that stupid thought, obviously. the teenager kept his hands up so they wouldn't think he was going to try anything; though mahlaht looked exhausted to the bone, a knife was a knife. one swipe and he could be choking up blood and then he'd end up looking like cecil. the thought made him inwardly wince.

[b]"...agratt? bat-malhawt?" he repeated slowly, with clear errors in his pronunciation. okay, mahlaht was definitely fucking easier for him to remember. "i'm roy, uh, vantas. but it's just roy." he heard their voice cut-off and though he wanted too, he didn't pry; if it were anyone else, he would have stuck his nose so far down that shit, no one would see him for five years. "well, if you look behind me," he gestured behind him, angling himself to the side. "you're right on the edge of the northstar district, basically a group, if you want to call it that. that's where i live. and there are more of...'us'" on the 'us', he used his fingers as quotation marks.

roy's eyes flick down at their corset and his thick eyebrows rise, his surprise visible. "oh. alright." he hates how awkward this is, or at least, how this situation is making him feel. "let's just get this over with." he mutters, a sigh leaving. he moves forward, keeping his hands up and above his chest as he makes his way around mahlaht. there weren't many times in his life that he'd seen a corset, but he knew what it was; mostly because of his older brother's friend, priscilla. that lady was fucking crazy. he definitely didn't miss her, or her attempts to bond with him. she could do all of that with kyle.

"let me know when you're ready." he exhaled, glancing up and away from mahlaht. this was like a weird trust-bonding exercise, except ten times worse and more awkward.

//i love mal's reaction to roy's hair <33
[spoiler= ･ﾟ★ ☾ PITY THE PARIAH 9/10]GENERAL
★ roy avon vantas | asshole
★ male | he/him | amab
★ nineteen yrs old | created 8/20 | cancer
★ trainee of the northstar district

[b]MISC INFO
★ probably gives the nicest hugs smh
★ definitely touch-starved; he is a sucker for soft touches from those he trusts

[b]APPEARANCE
★ [b]physical health: 100% | mental health: 90%
★ whole description here
★ current injuries: none

PERSONALITY — EXHAUSTED EYE BAGS. | A. | B. | C.
★ [b]ESTJ or ESTP | roy's personality truly has many different facets but the one that often shows is his intrinsically flawed, imperfect, and illogical teenager one. he gets angry very easily, for the littlest things that really shouldn't make you so furious. along with this, he's abrasive to the point where it often pushes the people he cares about away. but to the core, the short redhead's heart is gold and he truly does care for his friends and the well-being of people despite his unwillingness to show it; he is only that way due to his major insecurities rooted from a troublesome childhood.
★ independent, knowledgeable, caring, sincere
★ impulsive, outspoken, intense, stubborn
★ vulgar, cynical, abrasive, insecure, (very) loud
★ what's happening, currently, that's affecting his personality?

[b]RELATIONSHIPS — THE INSOMNIAC. | JERK WITH A HEART OF GOLD.
★ demiromantic bisexual | love is kinda an iffy thing for me; he cares easily but is afraid of being in a romantic relationship of any kind
★ single pringle, not interested | no crush | [ 0 ] potential crushes
★ pierre vantas x unnamed mother | generation 2
★ trusts: ??

[b]INTERACTION
★ medium, but tricky fighter | easy to attack emotionally | attack in bold underline
★ will not initiate fights (most of the time) | will fight back if attacked
★ ask to maim/capture/kill
★ peaceful/nonviolent actions can be powerplayed | violently flinches away from touches[/spoiler]