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[designedtoparty]

Alisha had always loved sex. You only needed to speak to her for five minutes to work that one out. Or just make physical contact if you wanted to cut right down to the chase. How else would you explain the reason behind her ability to inflict uncontrollable urges onto anyone she went near?

But anyway, the point was she'd found herself wanting to shag Barry. He was practically a virgin and anyone with a pair of eyes could see why. He was short and pale with the sort of stare that followed any sane man into his nightmares. Yet one glance from him and Alisha found herself soaking her knickers, and just to be clear, we aren't talking urine here.

She'd always preferred failed athletes in the past, so she had no idea where this was coming from. Still, she thought he was kind of hot in a weird, creepy sort of way, so she guessed she must have a thing for obvious serial killers in the making too.

One day when Alisha couldn't take it any longer she pulled Barry off to one side and shoved her hand against his throat. Barry tensed, eyes psychotic as he wheezed out yet another of his deepest, darkest sex fantasies.

"I want to dissect your skull and fuck you in the brain," he snarled in a tone so monstrous Alisha was sure he must be serious. She'd hoped whatever freaky shit he came out with would put her off, but instead Alisha found herself incredibly turned on and fucked him there and then. Lucky for both of them, Barry resisted the urge to go through with his fetishes and after they even agreed to go out as long as Barry was restrained for all further sexual endeavours. Alisha liked what there was of her brains and Barry probably got off on that bondage shit anyway.

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nope. we are robbing you. (i am a fickle creature. give me more shoes.)

[awkwards]

[ INSTA-ANNOYED. ]

Pot meet kettle or whatever that shit is.

[ LONG PAUSE. ] 'Sides, who else am I going to talk to?

Leave my shoes alone. >(

[designedtoparty]

Definitely no one as interesting or attractive.

For a place that could drag in anyone from anywhere, these deities do know how to pick out the boring ones.

n o p e. does not compute request.

[awkwards]

Do I have to say it again? [ You're neither of those things. Except. You are. :c ]

You calling me boring?

/ties shoes to feet

[designedtoparty]

Pot meet kettle?

I wasn't talking about everyone. You're one of the exceptions. Some of the time, anyway.

/chops feet off

[awkwards]

Some -

You do realise you kind of just complimented me, yeah? [ FEELS WEIRD WHAT DO :| ]

D:

[designedtoparty]

Yeah, I do that occasionally. It's like one of those friend things you were on about.

/loves on

[awkwards]

We're not -

Don't expect one back. 'Cause you kind of don't deserve one for that stupid story you wrote. [ Translation: MAYBE LATER WHEN YOU'RE LESS OF A DICK. ]

/bleeds everywhere

[designedtoparty]

Still not a big fan of it, huh?

NOT ON MY SHOES X(

[awkwards]

Don't hold your breath. I won't be creating a Facebook page or whatever saying I like it. [ She is kind of laughing, though. God, how has the world not imploded when they somehow get along? ]

WELL, YOU SHOULD'VE THOUGHT ABOUT THAT BEFORE CHOPPING THEM OFF. >(

[designedtoparty]

Suit yourself. I'll just find someone else to play you when it gets turned into a film adaptation. [Maybe it already has, and now they'll be stuck in the City forever?]

... (heart_beat)?

[awkwards]

You think you're life is worth being made into a movie? [ l o l ]

(angry)

[designedtoparty]

Who said I was on about my life? I was talking about the story.

/FLASHES YOU?

[awkwards]

No one is going to want to make that into a story, Nathan. No one.

...o-oh. (bigeyes)

[designedtoparty]

Well, I guess we'll find out, won't we?

victory (and shoes) is mine ♥

[awkwards]

We'll be waiting a while. I doubt this place has sucked in anyone who could turn this into a movie.

/dies

[designedtoparty]

I'm sure there must be someone.

How about if Barry showed up? He used to be into that filming shit.

/evil cackle

[awkwards]

I doubt he'd do that. Even if you asked him, I don't think he'd do it since you can't even get his name right. [ 8| ]

[designedtoparty]

He's not meant to do it. He's staring in it. He'd just have to show me first.

[awkwards]

Show you how to use his phone? No offence to him, but he's not really much of a director. He just stands there.

[designedtoparty]

Then it should be easy. He just needs to show me which button to press.

[awkwards]

The recording button?

[designedtoparty]

In which case he can go right ahead and take centre stage.

[awkwards]

Why can't you be the star of the story?

[designedtoparty]

It's about Barry. The star needs to be believably creepy.

[awkwards]

And you're not creepy?