Fairy Tail RP

"No." *Freya frowns.*

"Me neither. Asides from when he was drunk at the party." Melody chuckled "That party was lame."

"Well then no, I do like more of you, then." Washington smirks. // Wyatt is sitting by the greek, counting change in a jar.

*Freya blinks.* "You do?" // *Fenwick frowns, thinking back to what happened.* "Yeah it was."

Washington shrugs. "I guess. Do you like me other than my looks?"

Ethan strolls up towards Wyatt in silence.//" Maybe the next party won't be as lame." Melody shrugs. "I hope not."

Wyatt doesn't greet him as he walks over. He just lets it be.

"Yeah. You're a nice guy, underneath that rough exterior." *Freya says.* // *Fenwick shrugs.* "Guess we'll find out."

"Thanks for having coffee with me." Melody smiled "It was nice."//"Don't say much?" Ethan asked

Washington sighs. "Rough Exterior?" // "You didn't say much either." Wyatt says.

"What are you doing?" Ethan asked.

"Counting money, what are you doing?" Wyatt asks.

"Nothing." Ethan shrugs. "Boredom."

The only thing visible is the red glow from the end of his cigarette. It burns brighter as he takes a drag. “Tell me what led me here.” // “Oh...” salem shrugs, his heeks tinging red with embarrassment. “Well, uh, we could do a job, but it could go into the night, but we’d be able to get to bed by then.”

"Only time can tell you that." She says, she begins to walk toward him. "Isn't it nice?" She asks. "It's so quiet." She steps close enough to where the red from the smoke lights up a part of her face, her round blue eyes staring up at him. // Fleur eyes widen. "W-WE'D..get to bed?" // Wyatt nods, "I can relate. How's your sister?"

David waits. He knows she’s moving, but he can’t figure out where until her wide blew eyes are only inches from his. “I prefer the light.” // Salem gives a brief nod. “Well, yeah. Sometimes I’ve been able to get a motel for the night and other times i’ve ended up just sleeping under the stars and-“ he cuts himself off as he notices her face. He smirks a little. “What did you think I meant?”

Fleur looks down, blushing. "Y-You worded it funny, is all..." She shuffles her feet together. "You ma-made it sounded like we were going to bed together.." // "In the Darkness you get time to yourself, yeah?" She breathes.

David gives a brief nod, barely noticable. “Unless you’re not alone.” // Salem’s smirk turns into a grin. “You’re funny.”

Fleur looks to the side. She heart begins to pump and her stomach growls, which is audible. // "I'm alone." She says. "So very alone. For 18 years, I've been...alone. But it's nice, I'm used to it. Seeing you here, it's strange."

Salem slides off the counter. “Or we could eat instead.” // David raises en eyebrow, blowing smoke into the air. “How old are you?”

"I-I can't eat any of this. Don't worry, I-I'm not hungry!" She says quickly. // "18." She tells him.

Salem gives her a quizzical look then a blank stare. He reaches over and pulls a cooking knife from its sheath and steps forward, sliding the blade into her abdomen just below her rib cage. He can see the surprised look on her face and a desperate gasp for breath before he pulls the knife down, and her intestines slide- Salem shakes himself awake and blinks a few times. It takes him a moment to realize and remember what’s happening. “What can you eat?”

You. Fleur is silent, looking to the side.

David takes another deep drag before the cigarette reaches its end and blinks out of existence, leaving in darkness once more. “Why? Who’s done this to you?”

"I have no one to go to. My mother told me to stay out of sight from the town. But I had no where to go. This is where I live." She crouches down, pulling her knees to her chest. "My mother told me to obey no one's orders. To always listen to her."