not everyone likes onions

annabelle . · May 11th 2017

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She wasn't alive. She was breathing, but she felt like a ghost. She had disappeared and lost everything she loved. Hell, even now her own clan wouldn't acknowledge her existence. No one even came to check up on her, or ask where she went while she was off feeling suicidal. No one really cared about her, no one aside from Chicagocrimes, the love of her life, the mother of her children who also somehow managed to disappear in her. She was replaced by the people she cared and loved the most, and she just hoped that her fiancé didn't trade her in for a newer make and model.

Olive was lost. She was hurting. She wanted to die, but was too cowardly to take her own like, though one might say if was cowardly to take your life in general because it was selfish. But how could something be considered selfish when no one benefited from your existence? No one even knew she was alive, it seemed. She was already dead. She wished she was physically already dead but mentally she had succeeded. Depression had hit her like a truck pushing maximum speed. She was crippled but the constant feeling of feeling so alone, so unnecessary, so unwanted. It was unbearable. Every day she was miserable and wished she would just pass in her sleep. She wished she wouldn't wake up.

And she didn't want to die for the attention, because surely Olive would be back, just like she always was, though she felt that immortality was a curse more than a blessing. No one would ever miss her. She would always be around, and continue to live her life as she watched the people she loved so dearly fade away, much like her best friend Sylvia had done. It wasn't until now that Olive had realized how stressed she had been, and how much everything had piled on top of her, and how deep she had been buried by all of this.

Thus the jaguar was drowning her sorrows, specifically drowning them with booze. Due to being a light weight, after the first few gulps she was feeling the damage. The scotch filled her with happiness, and not to mention warmth. Intoxication was her only escape, purely due to the fact that self-infliction stopped working and that her arms had already become a battlefield of scars. Needless to say, Olive was intoxicated, alone, and very vulnerable, and it wasn't on accident.

@BILL CIPHER ?!
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CHICAGOCRIMES · May 11th 2017

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BILL CIPHER ?! · May 12th 2017

Technically speaking, Bill wasn't much better off than Olive. They might as well be a walking corpse (although they were getting better at eating now), with their ribs poking out of their body and their skin and fur practically clinging to their bones. Their normally bright yellow fur was dull now, mixed with red-and-black blood from their enemies and themselves. Everyone knew who Bill was and they cared enough to not want them around. So while they weren't liked, at least the Clans acknowledged them. They didn't care much about family or friends, so of course they didn't mind that everyone they knew was dying; it was such the way of life, was it not?

The Sanctuary was a strange place, one Bill had never been to. They knew new Clans were popping up every day, but it was rare for one to be 'official'. The Sanctuary just got lucky, they supposed. But it was a Clan nonetheless, and as such, they were just as likely a target than the bigger (frontboard) Clans. Bill stalked through The Sanctuary's territory, their mouth agape to catch scents that could hopefully lead them to someone. And that someone? Olive. The smell of alcohol hit their nose first, and they followed it with pricked ears. Olive. Chicagocrimes's girlfriend, wasn't she? Perfect. This was just another reason to hurt Chica more, how wonderful! With a grin, Bill would straighten themselves and dashed out from their cover, aiming to bowel themselves into OLIVE.
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GENERAL:
"mind corrupted" bill cipher | nonbinary (they/them/their/it) | ringmaster[leader] of the rebellion of terminus, ex-godfather [leader] of the cartel, ex-emperor [leader] leader of the exiles | messanger of end game | titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger (the cartel) | mentally 1 trillion years; physical age unknown
PHYSICAL:
[CURRENT] golden feline with black markings
INJURIES & SCARS:
"FINN" scar on rump (from finnishwars)
scratch scars on neck (from corrupt)
torn left ear (from pierce)
scars change depending on what body he possesses; the "corrupt" scars and the "FINN" scars stay, however
MENTAL HEALTH:
body is constantly twitching
compulsive liar disorder
PERSONALITY:
insane, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic
RELATIONSHIPS:
single, asexual and aromantic
CONFRONTATION:
physically medium, mentally very hard
attack in BOLD BLACK
OTHER
can only speak a few words in English (native tongue is always in some sort of code)
let bill injure/kill your character(s)!
played by maple
tag: #corruptcipher
tv tropes/bio/other information and links
powers Bill can/can't use
in-depth tags
warned the rift and westeros [5/01]
set the rebellion's camp/territory on fire [5/10]

annabelle . · May 13th 2017

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It wasn't a mass was hurled at her and knocked the wind out of her that she had noticed another entity. Granted she was drunk and body-numb (to a degree), this hurt. A lot. "what." she gasped as she began to part her lips to finish her thought "the." another sharp inhale separated her words "fuck." It didn't take long for her to realize who this force was, though in her mind time was passing by very slowly. Seconds felt like minutes rather than to say an hour. That face. That damn face. Of all people, why him? Why? But that's when Olive realized it had to be him. It was always going to be him. There was no way around it, or at least that's what she believed to be the truth.

Her eyes grew wide but it was only for a split second that fear could be identified. Instead her eyes were dull, empty. There was only pain, but no fear. There really was just nothing left to her. Chica was no where in sight, she had been replaced.. those things just played through her mind on repeat. Everything she cared about was gone. And now this was happening. Damn Bill fucking Cipher. Probably the biggest asshole she had ever encountered in her fucking life.

Instinctively Olive pushed the mass away, though it was a weak and rather inactive push as she was definitely not sober in any way, shape, or form. And now she was going to have to fight for her life. Against Bill fucking Cipher. Bill fucking Cypher. It was unreal. Perhaps this was all just a dream? The reality of it being so was slim, but with how fucked up Olive had become, she wouldn't be surprised if this was just a figment of here sick fucking imagination.
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BILL CIPHER ?! · May 14th 2017

Pain. That's all Bill saw in Olive's eyes and was confused for a brief moment; why would she be in pain? It wasn't like they ripped open her stomach (yet). There should be fear in her eyes, but whatever, pain was still an emotion they enjoy seeing. Bill knew what Olive was capable of, so they didn't taunt her (even if they wanted to). Olive's push wasn't very hard, they noted, and they gave a little snort of amusement. Perhaps Olive would be easier to fight now. Still having that seemingly ever-present grin on their face, Bill dashed forward again, trying to rake their claws across OLIVE's side or forearms. Anything to try and weaken her more.
"speaking" actions thoughts "corrupt speaking through bill" corrupt speaking mentally at bill

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GENERAL:
"mind corrupted" bill cipher | nonbinary (they/them/their/it) | ringmaster[leader] of the rebellion of terminus, ex-godfather [leader] of the cartel, ex-emperor [leader] leader of the exiles | messanger of end game | titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger (the cartel) | mentally 1 trillion years; physical age unknown
PHYSICAL:
[CURRENT] golden feline with black markings
INJURIES & SCARS:
"FINN" scar on rump (from finnishwars)
scratch scars on neck (from corrupt)
torn left ear (from pierce)
scars change depending on what body he possesses; the "corrupt" scars and the "FINN" scars stay, however
MENTAL HEALTH:
body is constantly twitching
compulsive liar disorder
PERSONALITY:
insane, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic
RELATIONSHIPS:
single, asexual and aromantic
CONFRONTATION:
physically medium, mentally very hard
attack in BOLD BLACK
OTHER
can only speak a few words in English (native tongue is always in some sort of code)
let bill injure/kill your character(s)!
played by maple
tag: #corruptcipher
tv tropes/bio/other information and links
powers Bill can/can't use
in-depth tags
warned the rift and westeros [5/01]
set the rebellion's camp/territory on fire [5/10]

annabelle . · May 14th 2017

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It's worthless. Why should I fight back? I have nothing to fight fro anymore, the ebony goddess thought as she looked up at Bill with hollow eyes. Why did she not want to fight? Why didn't she try to pull herself away from the aimed attack at her? Well, she did, but not as well and effortlessly as she previously would have.

Her pale green gaze didn't break from his, and she didn't flinch. She wasn't afraid to die from the hands of another. Death by self-affliction the other hand, yes, she was afraid to be seen as a coward. But she was a coward, she is a coward. And that's why her movements were obsolete. And that's exactly why she winced when Bill raked his claws along her side, though it wasn't very deep, it still burned. It felt as if she had razors slicing through her skin, and then as if vodka had been poured into her wounds.

"Why are you here?" she would ask without missing a beat. "What are you doing, sick fuck?!" her voice would crack as she realized what was happening, as she finally realized this wasn't a dream. This was really happening and Bill was literally going to slit her throat or some shit.
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BILL CIPHER ?! · May 15th 2017

Bill was afraid of being seen as a coward, they didn't want to be seen as a coward. They wanted to be feared, they wanted to be known for being a threat around FeralFront. If they weren't feared, they wanted to be hated. They weren't afraid of dying so to speak, though they were stuck in the body they currently possessed. They could get out of it, although it would take a lot of energy to do so. Bill only shook their head at Olive's question, seeing no reason to respond to her. They only had one goal and that was to kill Olive. Bill dropped into a crouch again, trying to leap at OLIVE in an attempt to pin her.
"speaking" actions thoughts "corrupt speaking through bill" corrupt speaking mentally at bill

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[spoiler=INFO & LINKS - UPDATED 5/11][fancypost=bgcolor=; border:0px; width:375px; font-size:7.5pt]
GENERAL:
"mind corrupted" bill cipher | nonbinary (they/them/their/it) | ringmaster[leader] of the rebellion of terminus, ex-godfather [leader] of the cartel, ex-emperor [leader] leader of the exiles | messanger of end game | titles: weird ass motherfucker, cut throat, warmonger (the cartel) | mentally 1 trillion years; physical age unknown
PHYSICAL:
[CURRENT] golden feline with black markings
INJURIES & SCARS:
"FINN" scar on rump (from finnishwars)
scratch scars on neck (from corrupt)
torn left ear (from pierce)
scars change depending on what body he possesses; the "corrupt" scars and the "FINN" scars stay, however
MENTAL HEALTH:
body is constantly twitching
compulsive liar disorder
PERSONALITY:
insane, irreverent, eccentric, psychopathic, outlandish, outrageous, extremely masochistic
RELATIONSHIPS:
single, asexual and aromantic
CONFRONTATION:
physically medium, mentally very hard
attack in BOLD BLACK
OTHER
can only speak a few words in English (native tongue is always in some sort of code)
let bill injure/kill your character(s)!
played by maple
tag: #corruptcipher
tv tropes/bio/other information and links
powers Bill can/can't use
in-depth tags
warned the rift and westeros [5/01]
set the rebellion's camp/territory on fire [5/10]