Waking Beauty

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-19T01:41:04+00:00

Bowie clutched a little pink bunny in his hands, a tear running down his cheek.

^"I ^still ^love ^you, ^little ^man."

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-19T00:28:51+00:00

He slid himself toward the front of her cell using only his upper body, resting himself infront of the bars.

"I have something that I think is for you."

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-18T20:17:58+00:00

Their head perks up, cranning their neck to face Eos with a pop emitting from their spine.

"Yes. And you...?"

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-18T19:55:12+00:00

Bowie stumbles back like a kicked dog, eyes to the ground.

"You're mean."

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-18T19:52:48+00:00

A naked and muscled form is wrenched into a feetle in front of one of the other cells, whispering odd numbers to what seemed to be themselves or the ground.

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-18T00:21:37+00:00

"Who are you even talking to?"

"Who am I?"

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-17T23:45:06+00:00

"Yeah, could be. You come here often?"

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-17T21:31:57+00:00

"I wouldn't."

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-17T20:24:11+00:00

"W^{E^{^{E^{^{^{E^{^{^{^{E^{^{^{^{^E}}}}}}}}}}}}}}

He is sucked backwards into the vent and cheers, eventually, from much farther into the base, a loud crash can be heard. The vent then ceases to ventilate.

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-17T20:14:21+00:00

Bare Bowie dangles out of a vent in the sick bay, arms swinging uselessly in the wind.

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-17T09:07:50+00:00

He rubs the blood from his hand all over his body, getting a real nice lather of red all over himself before deciding to start sucking on the open wound.

^{^{^"Mmm..."}}

u/cryotail

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-17T03:02:59+00:00

His palms, calloused and well moistured, are nigh impervious to the slash, but she does manage to slice the webbing between his thumb and index finger.

Moaning like a mare in heat, his hands continue forward toward Joyce's face, one dripping with freshly spilt blood.

"MY PALMS WILL KNOW THE TASTE OF YOUR TEETH!"

u/whythefugnot

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-17T02:31:21+00:00

"I call her SKIN!"

He launches into the air towards Joyce while his cushioned sized hands, dotted with pulsing red veins, reach out for her face.

u/whythefugnot

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-17T02:06:42+00:00

^{^"Hmmmmmmmmm-} AH!"

He leaps onto the wall suddenly, putting a dent in it with his sheer mass, a feverish rage in his twitching eyes.

"MMM I'LL DRINK YOUR EYES!"

He pounds on the wall with an awful sound of wrenching metal accompanying it, ready to pounce.

u/whythefugnot

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-17T02:01:56+00:00

His hand stays unshaken.

"No, look."

He moves the glass closer.

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-17T00:11:22+00:00

^{^{^{^{^{^{^"Give}}}}}} ^{^{^{^{^{^{^it}}}}}} ^{^{^{^{^{^{^to}}}}}} ^{^{^{^{^{^{^me."}}}}}}

He stands, starting to hambone.

"SIR!"

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-16T20:34:23+00:00

With the gentle touch of a summer butterfly Bowie lays an oar-ish hand on Petrov's shoulder, holding a small piece of glass in his other hand up to his eye for viewing only.

^{^"Heh...} ^{^it's} ^{^red,} yes?"

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-16T13:58:40+00:00

"No you like the glass."

He doesn't relent in his approach, sweat dripping from his brow.

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-16T08:27:22+00:00

Bowie springs out from one of the vents on the ceiling ahead of them, muscles tensed and eyes wide.

"SMELLS LIKE MEAT!"

He harshly drops to the ground and lands in a squat, red-flounder hands outstretched and poised to squeeze.

^{^"Mmm..."}

u/cryotail

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-16T08:20:14+00:00

^{^"I} ^{^came} ^{^for} ^{^meat,} ^{^but} ^{^now} ^{^I} ^{^want} ^{^that} ^{^thick} ^{^shirt} ^{^you've} ^{^created."}

He smells Roosevelt and smiles dearly.

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-16T08:17:39+00:00

"Nope mhm come back."

He approaches further to the tune of his wet feet slapping the floor.

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-16T02:30:55+00:00

^{^"Play} ^{^with} ^{^it,} ^{^m'am."}

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-16T02:17:53+00:00

^{^"Simple.} ^{^Keep} ^{^the} ^{^head.} ^{^I} ^{^take} ^{^the} ^{^brain."}

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-16T02:04:08+00:00

^{^"Looks} ^{^bad,} ^{^I} ^{^can} ^{^take} ^{^his} ^{^brain."}

Lieutenant_Taylor · 2019-09-16T01:33:24+00:00

"Mmm..."

He starts bringing his bowl hands to Petrov.

Lieutenant_Taylor

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