Weston Barlow

;| I ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ. Iᴛ ɪɴᴠᴏʟᴠᴇs sᴘɪʟʟɪɴɢ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ·ᴛ ᴍɪsᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍʏ ɪɴᴛᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ, ɪᴛ·s ɴᴏᴛ sɪɴ ᴏʀ ᴀ ᴍᴜʀᴅᴇʀ ғᴏʀ ᴄᴀʀɴᴀʟ ᴅɪsɢʀᴀᴄᴇ. [21+RP|#Batshit]

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

「❞Yᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɪɴsɪᴅᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ·ʀᴇ ғɪɢʜᴛɪɴɢ. Oɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴜᴛsɪᴅᴇ, ʏᴏᴜʀ ғʟᴇsʜ ɪs ᴅʏɪɴɢ. Bᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴜɴᴇʀᴀʟ.❞」

━ Ｚ Ｏ Ｍ Ｂ Ｉ Ｅ ━

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

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[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

@CapriciousHex -- ascends to shroud @CapriciousHex's features from my perception. Adding emphasis to my necessity with a diminutive shove of my flattened palm.}]

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

@CapriciousHex -- purpose. A zombie moon? Whatever is plausible to it's existence within this reality, obviously. But admiring the motion of @CapriciousHex's footfalls; calculating each impact as the aroma presents itself more than ever.}] Sta-a-ay b-b-b-ack. [{A flattened right palm --

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

@CapriciousHex -- slipping. Or whatever retained comprehensive notions. I couldn't tell if I was even "me" anymore. Time has passed, moons have phased without recognition for each's death, what if I was a moon? One hungry for life. To withstand the configuration of it's appointed --

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

@CapriciousHex -- mother, father, sister, brother, friend, acquaintance, and even a stranger; there is a specific aroma that spills from beyond the pores that adorn their skin that isn't compatible with conscious thoughts. Any motion made or method of soothing conducted, I would feel myself --

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

@CapriciousHex [{As @CapriciousHex pursued the route of attempting to connect with my splintered disposition, I felt the necessity to pressure my footing backwards to avoid physical contact. An anxiety based symptom summoned the instant I realized that, no matter the individual; --

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

@CapriciousHex -- to point in @CapriciousHex's direction, for no other reasoning other than adjusting for momentary comfort.}]

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

@CapriciousHex -- by a brand of consternation that I wasn't capable of alleviating @CapriciousHex from complicated thought process. My stance assumes it's original straight configuration before immediately assuming an odd positioning that compelled the extension of my should blades to slump --

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

@CapriciousHex Im-m [{I embrace a large bout of air into the remnants of my decaying lungs to guide my reasoning through a disfigured constitution.}] on-n-n thee-e run-n. [{Hesitation lured me to guide my explanation into cessation due to the fear that @CapriciousHex may become consumed --

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

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[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

@CapriciousHex -- With my perception pinpointed on @CapriciousHex, I questioned..}]

"Y-y-y-ou're s-s-still h-h-here.."

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

@CapriciousHex -- to confront the retaliation agitating the complex distortion of calm that the hero deemed a constant for their particular city. And just like that, a hero goes down and the story proceeds onward. Death wouldn't be so bad given the realization that I have faced it and beyond.--

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

@CapriciousHex -- I imagine what it would be like to stand adjacent to an enormous calling or armed officers prepared to extinguish a questionable "zombie" outbreak. Maybe I'd go out in a blaze of glory, just like those valiant comic characters that I read about as a child. that stood --

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

@CapriciousHex -- actually revealing my disposition to the world. Could that be true? All of this... running....and....feasting..just a test of some sort? No. No. I felt it. Everything that would be liable to transpire once something so insatiable as hunger, was an act incited. And suddenly --

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

@CapriciousHex -- PTSD or something within that brand of categorization. I was almost too petrified to reopen my evaluation over the situation for the mere fact that this all could have been a spell placed upon me by @CapriciousHex so that freedom could actually be attainable without --

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

@CapriciousHex -- the barricade built directly in front of the doorway. And before the memory can play further, I feel the sensation of composure find me. As if embracing the idea that @CapriciousHex was still active within this horrible world, triggered some form of --

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

@CapriciousHex -- impact,

mimicking the memory playing beyond my fractured facade as aggravated fists tore away at the contents that lined the sink of the decrepit bathroom before ripping the bane of my incitement straight from the wall and admiring the strike it conducted once it met --

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

@CapriciousHex -- living situation, enveloped my visualization over a terrified @CapriciousHex below me. Transporting me back into that tattered bathroom that once concealed the influence of the monstrosity I once was. My facial features shaking violently before tumbling to my knees. The --

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

@CapriciousHex -- features as I investigate the mirage that once stood before me. Could this be real? Have I finally found @CapriciousHex after the extension of months that have passed since our last interaction? It was impossible to configure a cohesive thought as instances from our previous--

[Weston Barlow @BalefulPlague]

@CapriciousHex "Im-m-mpossible?"

[{I question the instant my perception aligned with @CapriciousHex's obviously frightened demeanor as unanticipated motions persuaded her form to collide with the ground beneath our opposing diagnosis of this situation. Trepidation plainly displayed upon her --