ThisBloodisMySweat((OPEN))

(ooc: Aw, thanks so much! I like Seraphiena too, she's pretty cool. And yeah, I saw her bio, sorry, I forgot to add a link for Town's!! Anyway, onto posting!!)
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Town's writing: 346595
Town's Speech: 38435B
Other Speech: White
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Town could sense her discomfort, by the way her arms remained stiff at her side, the twitch of her nostrils as she smelled the air. She oozed anxiety, and he found he quite liked it, setting off that air. However, at the same time, he despised it. The key to getting to people was making them like you, not making them uneasy. At the same time, he found himself in the presence of a pretty girl, one younger, and more likely naïve. Why not take advantage of the situation?

"I'm quite fine, sorry for that, I just had some things on my mind and I guess-my mouth felt the need to share what my brain was thinking with everyone"

She mumbled out the words, and found himself leaning in once more to hear. Her arms were still close at her sides, and her head moved slowly upward, finally her eyes resting on his jewel eye, her jaw dropping open. The action made him smirk. That reaction wasn’t particularly common amongst those he hung around, Capitolites, who had had enough alterations to keep themselves in fashion, while surpassing his eye, and tattoos. This girl’s reaction was a typical one of those ditzy girls who sat around bars, pretending to be drunk, when really they were drinking water. Who’d let Town bring them home, but get worried halfway through, and leave. The girl didn’t seem like one of them, however, she didn’t seem very clever. Well, street-clever, at least.

The cool air bit at him, but, surprisingly, he didn’t mind. He remained staring at the girl, with his good eye, towering over her, his hands folded neatly in front of him. There’s got to be a way to see through her…there was always a way to people, a way to understand them. Through understanding, there was also the way to get what you wanted. Town wasn’t yet sure what he wanted from this girl, but she intrigued him, starting from her little pink frock, to her pale, pale skin, and her black hair, she was all over fascinating. And her words…what could she possibly be thinking to make her shriek so? It seemed to be a squeal of glee, but it could mean anything. Pretty people were deceiving, he’d learned it over the past years. They could trick you in an instant, whether they know it or not. However, Town was just as clever…or at least he thought so.

“Well, that’s different, kid.” Was all he could manage. He cursed himself at his usage of words. “Kid”. The way to impressing girls, he’d learned, was not to make them feel inferior, as he had by calling her “kid”, the way was to make them feel like the only girl on the planet. Same with boys too, of course, for Town, he impressed men for different reasons. Reasons that involved drugs. As for this girl, a kid, really, she was the in between. He still was lost, unsure, trying to find his way to her. His eye found her arm, his lips parted, ever so slightly, as he zeroed in at the red scars, shining there. For a moment, he just studied them, before coming to the undeniable conclusion that those scars weren’t anyone’s else’s work but her own. It almost made him want to laugh, but he chewed his lip to keep from it. So, this girl has probably had some rough times, hasn’t she?

”Look,” He said, gesturing at her scars, and speaking in a low voice, as if he knew of her darkest secret, but of course, he was someone to be trusted in handling it. ”there are tons of other ways of feeling good.”

Of course, the other ways he was talking about related to alcohol and drugs, a territory high above teenagers, well, some at least. But, he wanted to know this girl, something about her hooked him. So, he put his hand lightly, friendly, on hers. ”C’mon.” He encouraged, with a smile, that for a split-second, flickered into a smirk, but he quickly composed it back into a good-natured grin.

Oh, naïve kids these days…