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May 23, 2019 15:56:28 GMT
Post by gavinsinclaire on May 23, 2019 15:56:28 GMT
"I am truly, truly sorry for this egregious befuddlement but a growing boy's gotta eat. Ugh.... Damn. My apologies misses, but you are a heavy some'bitch." Gavin said with straining effort dragging a rather portly young woman through the dirt and straw. Her hands were bound and there was a gag in her mouth. The others in the circus did not need to hear her screams. They knew of Gnaw and his outrageous appetite, but most turned a blind eye to his "feedings" It wasn't like he couldn't eat normal food, but the quickest and best way was to feed him something heftier. Gavin Sinclaire was a man of wealth but finding live cattle all the time got to be a bother. It was simpler this way. No one would miss them. "You sit tight honey while I go fetch your beau."
Gavin sighed and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm. Shaking his head he pushed his way out of the circus tent flap. Sitting in the tent was a cage. One they would both end up in until Gnaw was ready for dinner, but Gavin had to get them out of sight. The afternoon show was over and they had another show tonight. This little out of the way distraction was eating into his preparation time. "So much to do, so little time." He complained as he made his way out into the mid afternoon sun. The sun beat down on Gavin and he squinted against the light. Shielding his eyes with his arm as he found the other man in the grass. He too was bound and gagged. A few random circus mutants walked by whispering. "I think it's dinner time." One of them joked. Gavin looked up at them with an unpleasant smile as he grabbed the man by his ankles and drug him through the mud. Wouldn't matter for much of shit. Gnaw would eat them muddy and all.
The poor man's face drug through the mud as he was drug on his stomach. He was in the process of trying to crawl for safety when Gavin seized him. "No, no, no don't do that now. You gotta get up pretty early in the morn'n to get away from old Gavin Sinclaire!" He beamed confidently. Gavin's accent was a thick, sick southern Lousiannaian accent. Gavin himself was from Louisiana. It would always be home, but his mission was important. His cause was just and his righteous need to overcome humanity was something he cared very deeply for on a personal level. Not just for the sake of his family, but also for other reasons. The man in his grasp continued to wiggle and squirm until Gavin sighed, rolled his eyes and stomped on his leg. It broke with a nasty crunch. The man rolled over howling into his gag and a swift kick to the face put him down for nappy naps. "Oh, shut up already. We hear ya son. You don't want to be dog food. Too bad you ain't go much'o choice in the matter."
Gavin drug the unconscious body into the tent next to his wife and laid them side by side. She was crying and fearful, but she wasn't foolish enough to try and get away. Displaced loyalty and some silly notion that love actually mattered caused her to stay, when she clearly could have made an escape. She didn't want to leave without her man. How sweet, now they could die together. Gavin nodded to the other mutant in the room. The one up until this point had said nothing. "Crush throw these two love birds in their cage. My boy's probably hungry. Gnaw can have himself a little nibble before the big show tonight. And have Sightline come in here and disappear these folks. Dont' want no looky-loos spoiling dinner." Gavin demanded. The massive mutant known as Crush nodded and picked up the couple easily. One in each hand. His massive hands wrapped around their waists as if they were a couple of Barbie dolls and he tossed them in the cage and slammed the door.
Sightline, was another of Gavin's more curious collection. She had the unique ability to turn things invisible. It wasn't an invisibility persay, it was more that she could create a blanket of illusion where things disappeared behind. Putting one in front of a door would cause the door to disappear and it would allow people to see what was behind the door. Putting one in front of this feeding cage would make the cage itself disappear and only appear to be an empty circus tent. Sightline was not one of Gavin's children. She joined the circus a few years ago of her own volition. Gavin didn't have to brainwash or persuade her. She just chose the life. She hated the humans and was down for the cause even before the word go.
Gavin had a lot to do before the next show started. He had many things that needed tending too, but mostly his heart was empty. He had the love of his children and the ones who thought of him as father. He was damn near worshiped by everyone here, but everything seemed hollow. He was a feeble tin god with the façade of peace. Nothing really mattered besides his hatred. That's what Gavin Sinclaire cherished the most. He kept the gears turning and the clock running, but anger fueled his motivations more than most. Taking the short few steps up into his trailer the door swung closed behind him. The door banged off the frame before settling into the warped doorway. Gavin collapsed into his chair with a slump. A depressed sigh and a roll of his eyes to a photograph pained his heart.
The photograph was of him and his beloved Madison. That was a simpler time. A better time. A time before the humans took her away from him in a meaningless hate crime. It was the reason Gavin hated the humans so much. The reason he was hell bent on seeing humanity fall. He had dreams once upon a time. Ash turned into decay and now his dreams were nightmares. He couldn't help the tears filling his eyes as ink from his tattoos dripped down his skin. He kept her secret. He kept her safely nestled away under his shirt sleeve. No one was allowed to look at Madison. No one at all. Black and yellow and blue ink swam through his skin. Twisting and winding it's way through the other patterns and creatures depicted like a smart river of color. Moving around the well defined edges of his artwork and swimming through the skin, though dry to the touch. The ink was moving inside his skin, not on the surface. Making it's way down to his wrist where it spilled into his hand. Collecting and plunging into his palm it dripped off the tips of his fingers.
Drip.....Drip....Drip.....Drip..... drip drip drip drip drip drip...…
The tattoo that was once a part of him, and honestly would always be a part of him was now a rainbow colored puddle on the floorboards. It bubbled on the floor. Gavin watched with teary eyes as he picked up a beer bottle and began to chug as the creation came to life. Human fingers dove out of the puddle. Red painted nails clickety clacking on the dusty floor. Then knuckles appearing, then a wrist. The hands poised outward pulled at the edges of the liquid inky puddle until it grew bigger. Soon a whole torso appeared and the long flowing blond hair of a beautiful lady. She was in a red dress that hugged the curves. Every inch perfection and sin wrapped into a empty shell. A woman pulled herself out of the puddle. It was the woman from the photograph. It was Madison. As dead as she was in real life, here she stood before him in perfect detail. Gavin smiled softly at her. It was his wife. Dead for years, but still this thing, this puppet was as close as he could get to love. He did not love his children. Nor did he really care for the mutants that called him father. Gavin was broken. He was not capable of love. He only knew pain and torture. Maybe that's why he chose to torture himself this way. "Missed you baby." The thing said.
Though it was not true. He made her say that, in the voice that he had in his head. He thought of the voice and it spilled out of her like poisonous false hope. He was in control of this inky creation. She was nothing but a puppet jerking on a string. "God, I missed you too." He said tears spilling down his cheeks. "It's getting harder every day." He added. "I know baby. I know.... Can we dance? Like old times?" Gavin nodded and set his beer down. Putting on an old record some music from the 40's began to play. Soft and serene. Gavin's love was immortal. Or at least she was until a gunshot stole away immortality. Gavin knew this wouldn't last. It wasn't real. It was like stepping into a dream knowing that you had to wake up, but he would step there willingly all the same. "Be strong baby." She whispered in his ear. His sub consious mind spilling back the things he wanted to hear from her. "I'm trying." He admitted resting his head on her shoulder as they slow danced.
He didn't want to leave this moment. Not for anything, but as the song finished there was a knock at the door. Gavin's concentration was broken and the woman spilled into a inky puddle again. Just some random colors bubbling at his feet. The last thing to disappear was her red painted nails that almost seemed to way goodbye to him as they sunk into the dirty floorboards. Gavin wiped the tears from his eyes. It was probably Gnaw. He had forgotten he asked him to meet him here for something important. "C-come in." Gavin yelled trying his best to sound composed. The door swung open and yes, it was in fact Gnaw. Gavin had to go over his new act in the show tonight.
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Devour
SEXUALITY
Demisexual
OCCUPATION
Circus Performer
Delta Mutant
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Post by Gnaw on May 24, 2019 0:51:07 GMT
Hiya, Barbie Hi, Ken! You want to go for a ride? Sure, Ken Jump in
The music blared from Gnaw's earbuds. Without a care, the young mutant sang along, despite the fact that he was off key... horrifically so. The sugary pop music throbbed away. It was sickeningly sweet.
I'm a Barbie girl in a Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation
Gnaw was in his trailer. It wasn't much, but it was his. He was supposed to have a roommate.... but no one wanted to bunk with him. Weird. Bonus for Gnaw. He was naked. Ok, technically he was wearing earbuds. And he was hungry. Luckily he had lured a snack home, she was squirming on the yellowing linoleum. Blood streaked the fake wood veneer on one of the cabinets, blooming from the spot where he had smashed her head.
His lack of clothing had nothing to do with sex. Gnaw had little interest on raping the woman. His need was based, a deep, gnawing pit inside that he was desperate to fill. Nope. Not sex. He had taken off his clothes because things were gonna get messy.... and he didn't want to get his favorite Nirvana t-shirt soaked with blood.
Come on, Barbie, let's go party!
Gnaw grinned. He tilted his head first to the left, then the right, hearing a satisfying crack. As his tummy rumbled, he descended on the woman. She moaned in a dazed state; she wasn't dead, nor unconscious... Gnaw liked his food alive, and moving. There was something about the way they squirmed as he swallowed him that was just... well it was hard to described. But very satisfying.
Back to the subject at hand.... Gnaw opened his mouth. His jaw unhinged and his lips stretched opened obscenely. The jagged rows of teeth behind his human looking ones could be seen within his gaping maw. It was at that moment that the girl regained some coherence and lifted her head. She looked up at the latest looking monster.... and screaming.
Gnaw took his time. He chewed off and swallowed one limb at a time. He savoured each bite, especially her thighs... these were his favorite part. Ugh. So good.
I'm a Barbie girl in a Barbie world Life in plastic, it's fantastic You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere Imagination, life is your creation
But that had been two days ago. After eating the girl, Gnaw had curled up in his bed and went to sleep. His belly bulged out a little and he rubbed it as he drifted off to sleep. It was not his largest meal, not by a long shot, but it was a hearty portion and so he let lethargy take hold whole he digested his latest victim. Oh and he might have eaten the pizza guy before the girl. And maybe there was a goat... or three.
There was note on his bed when he finally got up. His dad wanted to see him. Now, Gnaw had no idea it the note had been left two day ago, or three minutes ago, but still he groggily got dressed and stumbled out of his trailer.
He found some coffee, and a smoke along the way. The butt hung loosely from his lips when he knocked on his father's door. Mug of black coffee steamed in his handI- half drunk. He wore his favorite Smashing Pumpkins graphic over ridiculously skinny jeans. Somehow he had forgotten he shoes.
When he heard he father's voice, Gnaw opened the door and walked right in.
"Hey dad, got your note."
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May 24, 2019 16:13:19 GMT
Post by gavinsinclaire on May 24, 2019 16:13:19 GMT
Gavin stood there. A soft smile touching the corner of his lips, happiness evaded him. It was a skin deep smile. There for gnaw and no one else. Gavin had a iron stomach. Not so much like his boy's but he was able to stand more than the average person when it came to violence and malice. There was a bit of human flesh hanging off Gnaw's lip and the light splattering of blood on his chin and cheek told Gavin that he had already eaten. "You better'not'o Gone and spoiled ya appetite boy. You're in the show tonight." Gavin scolded lightly. He was going to have Gnaw eat a small compact car for the crowd's amusement but he had something better in mind. Something more impactful.
The fact that Gavin had already secured Gnaw's co-stars....Well that just worked out even better. You see, there was something you needed to know about Gavin Sinclaire's Circus of Curiosity and Wonder..... They abused their costumers in every way they could be taken advantage of. Members of the audience were kidnapped on a regular basis. Tonight was no special occasion. They were taken from the grounds for many a reason. Least of all to feed Gnaw. Gavin took them to experiment on. He was trying to perfect a formula that had the ability to turn a normal human into a mutant like them. So far unsuccessfully. But there was always hope in the air. Gavin's mutants also ran the gambit of moving their light fingers through the crowd. Pickpocketing what they could.
Gavin Sinclaire's Circus of Curiosity and Wonder could have easily been named Gavin Sinclaire's Circus of bodily dismemberment and thievery. The fact that this place was still around was an amazement in and of itself. Every time the cops started sniffing around to much, that is when the circus packed up and headed to a new town. Gavin had collected many talents over the years. He has been doing this the better part of 12 years. A speedster by the name of Swift could have the place packed down and loaded into caravans in the time it took you to blink.
"Sit down son." Gavin said rubbing his chin. He waited for Gnaw to come inside, standing up he closed the door behind the boy. Only after taking a moment to peer outside to see if anyone had seen him come in. When he was satisfied that they hadn't he pulled the door closed with a swing arch. It was rather large inside Gavin's trailer. In most of the trailers here. It was almost homey. That didn't stop Gavin from cluttering it with circus flyers and empty beer cans. A string of Christmas lights in all different colors hung from the ceiling and lined the trailer with unique lighting. "I wanna talk to you about'chur act tonight. Are you nervous for your first show son?" Gavin asked.
This was going to be Gnaw's first performance. Gavin didn't like to put anyone in front of an audience who was not ready. He felt like in his heart Gnaw was ready. Looking over Gnaw's features he studied him. It wasn't something he was proud of, but at certain times even Gavin himself found himself a little afraid of Gnaw. He was so untamed and so unpredictable. Gavin sometimes thought that he saw a hungry look in his eye when his boy looked at him. "I was gone have you eat a car. Give the stupid humans something to gawk at while Swift picks their pockets. But..... Well... How would you like something a little more human to eat in front of an audience. We can work out the details at rehersal, but you'd like that wouldn't boy?"
Gavin asked with a growing smile. This was flat out murder. Cannibalism. And for a paying audience. Gavin would have a long winded dramatic speech about how the two were terminal and accepted their fate. The man and the woman he had tossed in the cage earlier. It wasn't true of course, but through hypnotic illusion he could get them to play their roles too. There wasn't anything Gavin Sinclaire couldn't accomplish with his mutants behind him supplying him with everything he needed at his greedy fingertips. "I got a fat one and a lil'un for ya. Eat them slowly boy. Hell. Save a finger and offer it to someone in the crowd for them to try! Have fun with it. Your first performance has to be special."
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Twenty
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Devour
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Demisexual
OCCUPATION
Circus Performer
Delta Mutant
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May 26, 2019 12:10:22 GMT
Post by Gnaw on May 26, 2019 12:10:22 GMT
Gnaw entered the trailer with a crooked bloody smile. He laughed a little at his dad's comment about spoiling his dinner and shook his head. Right on cue his stomach growled testifying that the skinny-assed mutant was indeed still hungry. Starving Gnaw would have said - he always said he was famished, even after eating an F150.
The younger mutant sat down as instructed, finding a spot at the dining table. You know the kind: a bultin-in bench that double as a storage bin, and a fold-out table. The padding he sat on was faded, and worn flat... the fake wood tabletop was chipped. But it was a palace compared to Gnaw's tiny little home.
"Why would I be nervous father? This is gonna be great!" Gnaw always called Gavin father - not dad, pa, nor daddy - father. It was a touch of formality so out of place for the young cannibal who usually eschewed such things.
"And I'm ready... been practicing taking my time instead of just swallowing my food. It took me three minutes to eat this girl I found...."
Gnaw grinned. Three minutes to devour an entire human. It was downright sloth-like for the cannibal. Probably not slow enough for what his father wanted, but it was progress.
His father gave him the news, a change in creative direction. Gnaw couldn't help but fidget with excitement. Eating a car or truck was impressive, and he probably could use the iron, but digesting metal left him zonked out for ages. And it gave him gas. Yeah, Gnaw prefered meat.
"Sweet!" he exclaimed, "I am so ready for this father! I promise I will make you proud!"
Gnaw bounced up from his bench and wrapped his arms around his dad. He hugged Gavin excitedly.
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May 27, 2019 20:27:20 GMT
Post by gavinsinclaire on May 27, 2019 20:27:20 GMT
Gavin could already here the cries and screams of protest. Monster! They would shout. Somebody call the cops! Another voice would say. Then there would be the cool guy friends who would be telling everyone around them.... "It's not real. It's clearly staged for dramatic effect." There was always at least one of those assholes in the crowd who would believe the show was staged. "Nevermind the naysayers son. There will always be doubters but be proud. You are a mutant. You are an elite class. You are the next step in evolution."
Gavin said. Allowing some ink to drip off of his wrist and sprinkle into the palm of his hand he materialized a chocolate cake for the boy. It was triple layered and heavily frosted. Adorned on the top with whole strawberries and chocolate Ganesh frosting. It was real. Well real enough. It was the beautiful spark of his abilities. The cake would not taste like ink, but rather the ingredients it was made to appear to be. Gavin handed it to Gnaw with a subtle smirk. "Put on something you don't mind tossing out. It's going to be a messy show boy." He said picking up a bloody mask with a stitched up mouth.
Admiring the mask for a moment Gavin smiled thinking about his own performance in the show. The gladiator fight to the death that WAS most definitely staged. It was staged in the fact that the monsters he brought to the fight were all controlled telepathically by Gavin himself. He didn't mind it being staged. It wasn't like he was really going to take on a werewolf, a griffon and a gigantic robot spider with nothing more than a sword and a shield and his bravery.
Gavin ran his fingers over the bloody mask and set it down on the table with a soft sigh. He was honestly proud that his boy was going to be in the show. Yes, Gnaw was not his real son, and on some deeper level he didn't even really love Gnaw. Gavin Sinclaire did not believe he was capable of such a complexed emotion. He most certainly cared about the boy. As he did all his children. Seven and Andromeda and Samael included. Though Gnaw had a special place in his heart. Where Gnaw's adopted brother and sister Seven and Andromeda came to Gavin as children.... And Samael never lived with Gavin at all; it was Gnaw who had been with the old man since he was just an infant. Gavin had raised the boy his entire life. It was only natural he would feel some sort of way about him.
Resting his hand on Gnaw's back he rubbed his shoulders lightly. "You go on right before your old man. What an honor and privilege that is boy. Your brother Seven and your sister Andromeda don't even have a place in the show under the big top. They are not ready, but I believe you are. Now for the show I want you to make it as gory as possible. Pull no punches boy. Give them something to keep them up at night horrified. Don't worry about the fallout. We'll issue a disclaimer. Just make sure it's a memorable first performance. You already know what to do. Just eat my boy. I picked you out two healthy looking entrees. Now go get ready. The show will be starting soon."
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Twenty
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Devour
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Demisexual
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Circus Performer
Delta Mutant
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May 30, 2019 22:32:59 GMT
Post by Gnaw on May 30, 2019 22:32:59 GMT
When Gnaw stepped into the ring, he had expected to feel nervous. The way everyone spoke about performing he ought to be experiencing as sense of nausea, or dizziness, or anxiety, or.. any number of sensations that his fellow performers described when he had asked what to expect. Even his father.. with his reassurances and his support seemed to imply that he should be dreading the moment he stepped under the spotlight. But he didn't. Gnaw felt only one thing as every eye fell upon his skinny-assed self: hunger.
Gnaw wore a pair of ripped jeans. He did not wear anything else: no shirt, no shoes. Not even socks. His father had wanted a show, and Gnaw wanted his audience to see everything, including how his victims squirmed beneath his skin and stretched out his belly.
His victi- assistants for the evening's entertainment were ready. They sat bound and gagged in the center of the ring. The woman looked a little beat up, and her makeup was a mess, smeared across her face by a flood of tears. If she was looking for sympathy... she would not find it from Gnaw, although her muffled pleas did spark whispers among the crowd.
Her husband's clothes were torn, and caked with dried mud. He lay on his side. The man was breathing, chest rising and falling, but he was otherwise lifeless. Gnaw intended to change that. And he wanted to do so quickly. His dad wanted him to go slow.. but his stomach was demanding. The hunger pains felt like his tummy was eating itself, that if Gnaw did not eat something, then his body would eat him instead. But Gnaw had a plan... the husband would serve as an appetizer, a quick amuse-bouche to sate his needs. And then the main course, the man's sobbing wife. She was a hefty woman.. one that he could take his time with, chewing off one fatty mouthful at a time.
Gnaw walked up to the pair. He lifted his arms to the crowd like an experienced showman and he smiled: his biggest, boldest smile. His teeth flashed in the bright light. The kid kicked his appetizer, and he kicked him hard. The sound of ribs cracking spoke when Gnaw did not. He wanted some space between the woman and her man. He wanted her to have a good show like everyone else in the crowd.
When he was satisfied, he looked her in the eye. The woman sobbed something into her gag: probably 'please, let me go' or 'help me' or maybe even 'why are you doing this?'. Gnaw couldn't understand her, nor did he really care about what she said. Seriously? Did humans care what a chicken said? Or a cow?
Gnaw kissed the air as if pecking the woman's cheek. And then he opened his mouth. When Gnaw's jaw unhinged and his mouth stretched open, gasps broken the anxious silence. The young mutant grabbed the man under the shoulder and leaned forward, his gaping maw sliding over the man's head. Where the hubby had been listless, he suddenly shrieked. I guess razor sharped teeth latching onto your head and pulling you into a hungry mutant's throat will do that. Gnaw seized the man's thrashing arms, holding him steady as he swallowed and advanced, slowly pulling more and more of the human into his gullet.
Throat muscles and stomach muscles contracted, crushing Gnaw's victim as super mutated enzymes began to eat away. Even so, as the man's kicking feet slipped past Gnaw's lips, a distinct lump was visible sliding down his esophagus and ballooning in his tummy. A handprint pressed out from of part of the mutant's belly, but not for long. It faded fast.
Gnaw straightened up. Once again he thrust his arms into the air and smiled. He looked to the sidelines for his father's approving gaze.
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Post by Presto on Jun 2, 2019 0:07:53 GMT
Paige Paige sat quietly on the edge of the grass. She was set to perform, but a sort of sadness rolled over her. Pulling her legs up to her chest she just hugged her knees. Her cut off shorts slightly damp from the wet grass, she didn't care. Life was soaring now. Things had taken off since she joined the circus. She felt as if she were seeing the world really for the first time. Making friends, making connections... But was all of it meaningless?
Paige hadn't had much in the way of family since her mother died. It had left her alone and with no options. She was basically homeless when Mr. Sinclaire had found her. Broken and nearly shattered Paige found wounds that should couldn't heal from. The wounds of a broken heart. She could hear the ohs and awes of the crowd inside the big tent. She didn't really turn her attention away from the majesty of the stars though. Watching the kiss of light streaking across the sky as one of them fell. Somehow it felt as if it had fell just for her. Paige closed her eyes and wished for a friend, a real friend... More than just the shallow connections she had made in her short time here.
Her eyes snapped open again when she heard screams from the big tent. Her heart was galloping in her chest as she wondered what could be going on. Several of the other mutants went about their business, none of them really seemed to surprised and she supposed that was what relaxed her tense, ridged form. Looking back at it now, she couldn't tell you why she was so afraid of accepting change. This place had been good to her. Still something about it filled her heart with dread. She ran her finger along her right hand index finger. Running her nail across the long scar that laid on her finger. The one wound that never would really heal. She had cut her finger helping her mother... Back before her mutant genes activated.
That scar would travel with her the rest of her life. She was okay with that, because she found peace in the knowledge that she had something that reminded her of her mother to hold onto. As silly as it might've seemed. Her mother wouldn't have wanted her living like this. She would have wanted better for her. Paige had decided she was going to leave tonight. After the show was over. She would say goodbye to the few people she knew here and wish them well and then she was gone. She would aidos this creepy place.
Paige's eyes moved along the clearing towards her trailer. It sat alone off in the distance, but nearby was Gnaw's trailer. She had seen him coming and going a few times and she had to admit she didn't really know what he did here. She knew that he was Mr. Sinclaire's son, and she told herself she would deliver a goodbye to him personally. Paige did not have the heart to tell Mr. Sinclaire she was leaving. Not when he was kind enough to take her in in the first place. No, she would deliver the message through proxy through his son. You're such a coward. She thought bitterly about herself.
But she had always known that. Leaning back on the grass she watched the stars roll across the sky. Hidden slightly by the naked touch of whispy clouds she just waited for the show to wind down and then she would knock on Gnaw's trailer to deliver the message. It was the least she could do. Even if she was a coward she couldn't bring herself to just vanish in the night. That would be so rude. [newclass=.cols]columns:150px 2;-webkit-columns:150px 2;-moz-columns:150px 2;[/newclass]
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Twenty
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Devour
SEXUALITY
Demisexual
OCCUPATION
Circus Performer
Delta Mutant
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Post by Gnaw on Jun 5, 2019 16:42:00 GMT
Head bent downwards, brow to the wall, the water fell on the back of his neck. Rivulets trickled down his back, little streams that followed the length of his spine which stuck out against his skinny frame. His hair was wet, soaked. Gnaw was in the coffin-sized shower, one of the few luxuries his trailer offered. He was dozing, enjoying the hot water and steam, sluggishly getting cleaned up from his debut performance.
A queer grin was on his face, still on his face. Even with his eyes closed the expression just would not leave his face. He had done good. His father was proud of him. And while the idea could not quell the endless hunger that chewed within his stomach, it did give him a different kind of satisfaction. It made him feel... good?
Gnaw was pulled from his sloth by a knock on the trailer door. "Just a minute!" he yelled and turned off the taps. The hot water stopped falling. Gnaw pushed himself away from the wall and ran his fingers through his hair, pressing the water from his locks. Outside the shower, he dried himself off quickly and pulled on a pair of boxer shorts featuring grinning skulls. His hair was a mess, and his skin still glistened with moisture as he opened the door.
"Yo" he greeted... a girl. Someone he did not know. The mutant thought she looked familiar, that he had seen her around somewhere, but he was not able to place the face. And he was pretty sure he would have remembered her. Maybe she was a fan. Idly Gnaw touch his stomach. His tummy wasn't quite as flat as it would be had he not just eaten two humans. The meal had staled his hunger, though as his eyes drifted over Miss Knocky-Knock-Knock, Gnaw was starting to think he could go for some desert.
"Damn. Somebody call the police because girl, I think you've just stolen my heart."
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Post by Presto on Jun 9, 2019 22:52:42 GMT
Paige Paige had almost wished that no one was home. That way at least she could say she had tried before she slipped quietly away into the night. The silvery kiss of the moonlight lit her skin in a ghostly way. She almost seemed to sparkle with a soft white glow. It enveloped her body and made her seem otherworldly in the moment. At least her visage helped her seem less clueless as he babbled. "I...Uh... I....You err." Damn it. She hadn't expected him to be home. She had wished he wasn't but she didn't really factor him being home into her plans beyond knocking on the door.
Paige was ballsy and brash and she could swear like a sailor . It didn't mean that at heart she wasn't a actively shy girl with shier innocence. A deep blush came rushing to her cheeks as her eyes traveled over his boxers and curiosity washed over her for just a moment. The boy's stomach was slightly distended. He looked like he had eaten a small dog or something. Paige did not know that it was a partially digested human. She might have ran screaming had she known, or even thrown up on his front door step. No, For all her bravado and attitude Paige was not the violent type.
She didn't harbor any deep seeded gluttony, or vengeful vendettas. "I'm sorry." She muttered, deciding the best place for her eyes was down at her feet. She couldn't look at anything violating if she looked at her feet . He was cute though, soft features he looked very kind and sweet. From what she saw in the few seconds before her distractedly blushing eyes turned away in embarrasment. She hadn't met him up close before. " I didn't mean to bother you..." She started. Paige stopped when she heard the cheesy zinger flung her way.
Paige's eyes snapped up to greet his with a are you kidding me stare. She rolled her eyes so hard it almost made her dizzy. "Really?" She asked with a hint of sarcasm. Despite being shy, despite this boy being all but naked with a smirk she couldn't help but laugh a little. It was stupid, beyond stupid, but it made her feel good. Even if she would never admit it. Anyone who had ever paid her any attention at all was usually someone she didn't want to know. Cops, and social workers, and the occasional harrassing asshole.
The blush was deepening as she cleared her throat and tried to get back on topic. "I came to inform you that I am leaving. I'm sure you will pass the message on to Mr. Sinclaire that Paige Richards is off to find somewhere she fits in...." Her little speech sounded so confident and proper only moments ago.... "I don't think I fit in here." She finished weakly. Paige rubbed at her arm and tried to find somewhere for her eyes to land that wasn't exposed skin. His eyes. She looked into his eyes and they were deep and mesmerizing. She didn't know why, but this sense of trust washed over her. It was enough to wobble her on her feet and cause her to sway distracted. "Uh... I, will be leaving, tonight and uh.... I don't think I shall ret....."
Paige paused. With an exasperated sigh she shrugged her shoulders. "I'm sorry do we have to have this conversation with you stark naked?" There it was. She couldn't hide the slight touch of her english accent. She had a decidedly British voice when she spoke and it became more pronounced when she was flustered. Growing up with her mother in England it was only right before she passed away that Paige came to America with her. "Well...Never bother. It was nice meeting you I suppose Mr. Sinclaire Jr. I'm going to be going now." She reitterated with no real reason to be talking this much.
'Just go already!' She yelled at herself in her head. Just then one of the elephants from the show happened to make a loud noise. It caused Paige to turn to the sound. She slip awkwardly from the trailer step and she fell sprawling backwards. Her arms flew out behind her but it was too late. Paige broke her neck against decent sized rock jutting up out of the ground. Her corpse laid there motionless. Staring up at the same night sky she had been staring at before this deliciously awkward conversation. [newclass=.cols]columns:150px 2;-webkit-columns:150px 2;-moz-columns:150px 2;[/newclass]
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Circus Performer
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Jun 11, 2019 10:48:59 GMT
Post by Gnaw on Jun 11, 2019 10:48:59 GMT
The encounter played out like scene from a rom-com. It was all cute and awkward, what with the boy trying to be all suave and slick (despite glistening in his boxers having just eaten two full grown humans) and her blushing, looking shy, and stuttering out whatever it was she had come to say.
Gnaw listened to her. Well, half-listened to her. Mostly he just looked at her. It would be easy to think he was checking her out. In a way he was.... especially her thighs. She had meaty looking thighs. Not fat mind you. Just, thick with just the right amount of muscle. The kid did have enough class to refrain from drooling.
She was leaving or something. Gnaw had no idea why she was telling him this, he didn't even know her. It was weird? But that didn't matter, Gnaw was never one to kick a gift horse in the mouth. He was just about to tell her to wait, his hand had even reached out to her, when she fell. The sound her neck made as it snapped was both a crack and a squelch. Gnaw had heard similar noises. He blinked.
Well shit. Gnaw stood for a moment. He scritched his fat belly and then shrugged. Without ceremony he reached down and took hold of the girl's ankles.... and dragged her into his trailer. The door swung shut behind him.
Paige lay on the faded linoleum. Gnaw looked down on her. With a surprising tenderness, the kid lifted her left hand in his and brought it to his mouth. A final kiss goodbye? Yeah no. Gnaw bit down and tore off two of her fingers. The cartilage in her knuckles popped in his mouth and her finger bones crunched as he chewed. He always did like finger food.
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Jun 12, 2019 14:09:03 GMT
Post by Presto on Jun 12, 2019 14:09:03 GMT
Paige There's something uniquely peaceful about dead. Everything just seems to click your mind goes blank with the song of gath quietly singing in your ear in your mind and in your heart. Page's bodylaid lifeless on the dirty ground .
She did not think she did not feel. Her conscious awareness with somewhere else Drifting On The Plains of the afterlife . It's funny every time she had died before she always has overcome with this bright light this calming presentwelcoming her to a place that felt like home . but this time was different she was surrounded by darkness of the scary . and though she was dead technically, she never actually died should always be brought back.
she just had to wait for her body to regenerate a new already on the Mortal plane her fingers were being bitten off . paige didn't feel this page was not aware of this. Somewhere in the surrounding the herbalist she heard Whispers calling to her. Somewhere in the surrounding Darkness a low raspy voice urged her to move further into the darkness. Paige was terrified what had she done to earn herself dammnation upon her final death?
this place was terrifying this place was scary. Page did not want to die but she especially did not want to end up in a place like this. Blood drip down to the dirty linoleum as the only sound in his trailer could be heard was the crunch crunch crunch of her finger slowly being devoured. Page and fill this page didn't know anything about this her conscious mind was in a hellish place for all of her worldly sins. But almost as quickly as they disappeared her fingers started to grow back. Bone and flesh and skin slowly building upon one another. Until they were new covered in a light layer of slime and blood. It was as if they were never gone in the first place.
as the bones and Pages neck slowly began to mend themselves page could feel her conscious mind pulling away from the dark scary place. Page could feel herself pulling back to her body in a process that she was all too familiar with. This was not the first time that she died. And it would not be the last. pages I snapped open in an unfamiliar place the last remnants of Darkness pulling at her soul. seen the boy in front of her page blinked a few timeS. "Hello." she said politely not remembering the last few moments just before her death.
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Devour
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Delta Mutant
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Jun 12, 2019 16:46:34 GMT
Post by Gnaw on Jun 12, 2019 16:46:34 GMT
It might come as something of a shock given how adorable and debonair he was, but Gnaw was a virgin. It wasn't that he didn't have opportunity. Nope. Girls regularly tried to get in his pants. Gnaw's only interest in them however was an easy meal. If his cutes and charm made that happen? Great.
He rarely had a sexual thought because his brain was usually consumed with one all encompassing desire: eat. His hunger consumed him. And so while everything down there worked in theory, Gnaw had never experienced a pop-up boner.
But standing over Paige, watching her grow back her chewed-off fingers, hearing her neck groan, squelch and snap back into place... Gnaw was suddenly overcome with a very confusing sensation. The front of his boxers tented out and yup, he was throwing wood.
The pit of hunger blinked. And this time it was his turn to blush, an unusual color painting his pale skin.
"Oh shit!" he declared, and hastily spun around, covering his randy rascal with two cupped hands.
"You fell, and hurt yourself...." Gnaw started. He rummaged around looking for a towel or something. A ratty looking sweatshirt would have to do: he tied the arms around his waist, letting the shirt part hang over rising problem.
"So I brought you um inside... do you... do you always fix up like that?"
Satisfied that his boner was suitably hidden, Gnaw turned back around. He leaned casually against the wall of the trailer, or he tried to look casual. He probably failed and looked more like a goofball. And of course the sweatshirt around his waist came undone and fell to the ground.
"Shit!"
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Jun 13, 2019 18:49:18 GMT
Post by Presto on Jun 13, 2019 18:49:18 GMT
Paige "Fix up like what?" Paige asked slightly confused. She hadn't noticed yet the slow throbbing in her fingers. Or the slight burn of her skin as the healing process didn't come without a little pain. She did notice then the slimy feeling of her newly formed fingers and she stared at them from her seat on the dirty floor.
"What happened to my...." She smiled shyly. "Never mind." For whatever reason she found herself embarrassed again. Especially when she noticed his not so subtle attempts to hide his little friend. Paige pretended not to notice, though her curiosity rose a little and she did peek in it's direction when he looked away. Just a little peek, never hurt anyone. Paige's heart was galloping in her chest.
She had never really been alone with a boy in his place before. She was young, and as inexperienced as he. The one and only boyfriend she had ever had was a bit on the abusive side. It worked in his favor that she was a mutant because he could break bones and they would mend themselves.
Paige's brain repaired itself at such and extraordinary rate that she had a super memory even for the smallest of details. May 6th 2017 2:34am she awoke to a crunch as her nose was broken under his fist. She bled for 26 minutes and cried twice that length. It was horrible remembering every single painful detail, but love had never really been her friend. She had never gone looking for it after that.
Though sitting here now she found herself oddly drawn to the kid who's name she did not even properly know. "Your father..." She said changing the subject as much for her comfort as for his. "He took me in and gave me a home, but...." She wanted to say that she felt like an outcast, an outsider... She didn't belong in this laberynth of chaos. It's not what her mother wanted but..... "I'm Paige."
She said seemingly out of nowhere. Finally deciding to push herself up from her seated spot. Looking around the place she frowned at how small it was. "You live here?" She asked. Stupid question but she was bad at small talk. What she wanted to say was 'maybe i'll stay after all you're kind of cute and what the hell out do i have to run towards?' but she didn't say that. She only smiled and blushed and offered him a pair of sweat pants she found lying on the floor.
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POWER
Devour
SEXUALITY
Demisexual
OCCUPATION
Circus Performer
Delta Mutant
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Jun 13, 2019 19:41:39 GMT
Post by Gnaw on Jun 13, 2019 19:41:39 GMT
Sweatpants are not the greatest choice when trying to hide a boner. Every kid has learned this after witnessing (or experiencing) the ridicule of being the boy in gym class who sprang wood. Well now every kid. Gnaw never went to public school, he was home school - in a way - by his father. Still he knew the sweats weren't going to be all that much help. They were a step up from the flimsy material of his boxers however.... so Gnaw quickly snatched them up and pulled them over his skinny legs.
"I'm ~ Gnaw" he said, voice cracking and squeaking awkwardly in between words like he was thirteen again. He cleared his throat, and when he spoke again, he attempted to deepen his voice a few octaves, yeah, he was a man, not some kid: "Yeah, this is my pad... not much I know, but it's all mine."
Gnaw had not idea why he felt the need to impress her. Not that his trailer was all that impressive. His eyes watched her once more. Her eyes were shockingly blue... and her lips, a subtle shade of pink. Her skin was somewhat pale, not unlike his own. He wondered what his teeth marks would look like against such skin? When his eyes came upon her regrown fingers... her slime covered digits, he jumped a little. Gnaw rummaged around until he found a roll of paper towels. Tearing off a few squares he handed them to Paige.
"Here... for your um... mess" a.k.a. bloody regenerated finger slime.
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Jun 14, 2019 23:41:48 GMT
Post by Presto on Jun 14, 2019 23:41:48 GMT
Paige Paige smiled. Beneath the shy persona there was a deeper and more carefree spirit living on the edge of the surface. She didn't always act so sheepish. Actually she was rather reckless and brave, though standing here with red cheeks and trying to keep her eyes on his eyes with consious effort you wouldn't have known that. "It's a nice place." She admitted.
It wasn't really. There were stains that looked like rust but more accurately could have been blood here or there. The lighting and wiring was pretty shotty and the whole place was giving her the clausterphobic feeling rising just beneath her skin, but she smile through her struggles because he was cute and she didn't want to seem like a bitch... "How have we never met before? I've been here 3 weeks." Paige commented taking an absent minded stroll around the room.
She allowed her fingers to dust lightly over the various things on his dresser. Not really touching them but glide flying her fingers over things that could be considered precious or personal. Invading his privacy, and doing it with a swooping hand that looked like a hand dancing on the wind when you stuck it out of the car window on boring road trips. Her smile was ever present and her eyes lively and curious. Every so often she would steal little glances at him on her slow stroll. "What's your real name? Gnaw surely isn't your real name. I didn't introduce myself as Presto." Presto being her mutant name. Her label handed to her by people who saw her abilities as magical.
They may as well have named her Alakazam. As silly as that seemed Presto had become close to her heart. Her mother even called her that, and it had become something of a special connection between them. Something deeply personal and connected. Right before her mother died she told Paige that she WAS indeed magic. She was the only thing that could make her problems disappear. Just seeing her smile was enough to steal the show. Her mother's dying words were corny and covered in cheese, but it didn't stop Paige from crying at her bedside as the monitor flatlined all the same.
She wanted to know more about this boy. Her heart was only halfway into leaving the circus. She had convinced herself it was what she wanted, but the truth was she would have only been more frightened all on her own. Paige felt like she had to punish herself for not being able to do more to save her mother even though it was cancer that eventually swallowed her whole. Paige wanted to make friends her. Plant roots. Make new connections. She wiped the slime off her fingers with the generously provided napkin and continued to glide them childishly as she learned all over how to make them move again. It was a slow process. She stopped only inches away from Gnaw.
Her breath touching the wetness of the skin on his shoulder. She looked at him like a bug under a microscope. As if she could peel back the layers of his mystery with a curious gaze. Her mouth hung open and she held her breath unintentionally. A few random strands of hair falling over her right eye as she waited for him to say something. Anything that could convince her to stay here. She didn't even realize that her heart was racing.
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