I won’t leave again. I cannot… Next time, I will tell you. Next time I will think things through. I’ll never go far. You are the only one that I can stand to be near; that I can stand the touch of. You are the only one that I don’t want to watch die slowly, screaming.
But now… Now I have so many new test subjects to work with, and the lovely equipment at Gotham University. It’s amazing what people will do when they believe that you have good intentions.
I wonder what my volunteers would think of you? Just another nightmare from their chemical-pickled brains.
…Now I’m wondering why you didn’t bring me a present from work.
Soon enough, you will get your time with my test subjects. But I thought that a clean slate was better suited as a gift. Especially when dealing with this calibre of chemicals.
Bad Blood - Creature Feature
I’ve got bad blood
I’ve done bad things
How can I control myself
If I enjoy these nasty habits
I can hear the voices stirring
All the awful things they’re planning
I don’t play nice
I don’t give in
Was it nature? Was it nurture?
Maybe I was just born evil.
Jonathan had never been one for idle gossip or rumours. In fact, he usually ignored just about everything that did not pertain to the task at hand or his personal interests. And in a way, this did. A rather convoluted and likely false way, especially considering the fact that drug addicts were rarely the most reliable sources, but there was still a chance.
If this were true, if this girl could do as he had been told, a whole new spectrum of chemical combinations and dispersal methods would open up to him. Just imagine - being able to fill a person’s system with his toxin with a single touch; just a gentle brush of skin against skin and all of their greatest nightmares would come to life. He nearly smiled just thinking about it.
He cut his lights before he pulled onto the broken asphalt and rubble-covered road that surrounded what had once been a block of storage units. He wondered how many of the rusted out boxes had become home to filthy vagrants, dead head drug addicts and back-door dealings. He usually held himself to a higher standard than the rest of the so-called Rogues, but sometimes it was necessary to go into the trenches.
His contact, or rather a drug-addled youth that looked far older than his actual years, stood in front of one of the empty units, leaning against the door. He shakily lit a cigarette, looking around. It was amusing to watch each uncoordinated and almost panicked movement, wondering whether it was simply paranoia stirred up in his chemically-pickled brain or an actual fear of being caught.
This should be fun.
Slowly, he opened his door and got out, rising quickly to his full height. “I do hope that I’m not late” he called out, causing the fidgeting man to jump, nearly dropping his cigarette.
I owe a tonne of replies and starters across all of my accounts… But I’ve not been feeling well at all. My medications have been royally messed up by my horrid, negligent doctors, and it looks like things might get a lot worse before they get better.
I’ll be on Skype off and on, and I’ll try to get on here. Just know that I am alive, I’ll be fine and I am really sorry.
I’m going to a friend’s place to watch the 50th Anniversary episode of Doctor Who. Then, depending on pain levels, I might go to my dad’s to catch up on The Walking Dead (being a geek without cable kinda sucks…).
So I’ll try to get caught up on all of my replies and starters in between and the beginning of next week. I am so incredibly sorry for leaving people waiting for so long. I’ve not been feeling very well… I’m going to try to sort everything out, and trust me!! I’ve not been avoiding or forgotten about anyone. But if my doctor doesn’t get back to me and I run out of meds, I might end up disappearing again.
I’m so sorry everyone.
You can see a list of most of my accounts (it needs to be updated) at:
Feel free to send me a message if you want to RP on anyone or if you would like some help with theme and web design, graphic design, custom “scroll-to-top” buttons, photo-manips or general traditional or digital art. I know that I owe several people already. I’m so sorry about the wait… My immune system sucks goat nuggets.
People who have been my watchers for a long time know that I don’t tolerate bullying. Go to the link above or type her name into the search bar (probably better to do that, or it might log you out otherwise). Go see what this disgusting fleshbag has done. Be warned about her. Warn your friends. She makes dummy accounts, she attacks people on anon, she purposefully seeks out people to hurt them.
Get an IP tracker for your blog, which is good for anyone who gets anon hate really, but if she happens to start harassing you, you can prove it and then you can report her to tumblr. Enough reports and they will eventually take action.
She has SPD, so the only thing you can do is be warned, guard yourself and do your best to protect yourself and others from her.
Warn others about her. Spread this far and wide.
I’ve been on the other end of her harassment, bullying and threats before, on many different accounts (she did not know that I was behind all of the accounts). I became so bad that I have started blocking her the moment that I made a new account. This is a pretty big deal for me since I’ve gotten in a few arguments and been harassed by others, but have never had to block anyone. She is persistent and systematic about making your life on Tumblr hell. It so bad that I’ve often considered warning others when I’ve seen them RPing with her.
Do not stoop to her level. Don’t send her nasty messages. Don’t bully her. Just avoid her, block her, report her if you must and spread the word.
No one deserves the sort of treatment that she subjects people to. I’m just glad that someone decided to stand up and spread the word.