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She hadn't been kissed on the forehead in so very long, like the fingers brushing through her hair or the petting. It had always just be a family thing, or namely her mother to calm her down or to convey her love in a simple manner.

There had been only one person to do such an act recently, though he missed her forehead. And not even in the most romantic of ways when the boy accidentally caught the girl's lips. No, he got the bridge of her nose...and hit part of her eye. She winced but Olivia still hoped beyond hope it was him though the doubts ran so high. Because why would he do something like this sweet gesture when he had given her such a look of hatred and walked off without a care. Or it was still a case of mistaken identity. Or a cruel joke he had decided to play on her, knowing how low she was feeling.

She didn't know which one was worse.

Olivia raised her hand and pressed her finger against some part of skin, as she was not sure where and began to write his name with a small little question mark at the end. It was sloppy and lazy because she was so tired.

Raja

OOC

Name: Olivia
HP: 25
Character description: Olivia is a short pale girl with short blue curly hair and bright blue eyes. She is wearing a dealer's uniform from the Blue Kingdom consisting of a pair of simple black slacks, a blue shirt and a black vest. Forgoing the customary tie, she decided to wear her tan sash as a scarf and in her hair is a simple silver barrette with a bell dangling.
Deaf. Blind. Mute. Crying.

Still the table. AJ left the book and continued to touch along the table. Why it's so long? He gave a bit more patience to keep on.

The fist came at his throat with alarming speed, balled up and delivered with full force. He wheezed in a way that no one could hear, and was glad that he couldn't be seen briefly doubling over. Ashford cracked his neck, fingers clenching, fury welling up in him where there had only been despair.

He groped forwards, big hands an advantage as he wrapped one around a slim windpipe and lifted the culprit into the air, snarling despite the fact that no one would see or hear or reaction.

His name was Henry Ashford Charles the Third, and he was a force to be reckoned with, a creature of fear and hate and spite and molten-hot anger. Ash smiled, the edges too wide, taking on a demented turn. This could be The Voice, but it was likely another shade, a pitiful fragment of The Voice's design.

If that was the case?

It meant this creature's life was worth less than a human's. Less than nothing. Ash squeezed.

Was it another trick of the Voice?! Where's the end of the table? He wished he could feel something else.

Okay. Maybe he should change his direction? He turned left, forgetting the table was on his left. That was a big collision. AJ stooped a bit to rest.

Choking. She was choking--those meaty hands were around her throat--couldn't breathe--

This was it. She was going to die. Nevena's feet kicked out wildly, hitting her assailant's body and realizing glumly that they felt as solid as a brick wall. She could have given up then, could have let herself fall into despair and do nothing more.

But what kind of gorgon would she be if she were to be if she were to simply go down with a whimper?

Her legs lashed out again, this time wrapping around thick hips to try and give her some leverage and fight against gravity. Her hair, still soundless, whipped around in utter fury, and needle-like fangs would plunge into Ash's arms again and again and again, attempting to inflict as much damage as physically possible.

The figure shifted beneath her tracing figure, turning, relinquishing it's grip on one side of the bare skin above her hip. She then felt something warm and unexpected press against the flesh of her collar bone, and she fought the instant reaction to flinch away, or to punch whoever was touching her. He was just trying to answer her, she told herself, and she concentrated, her eyebrows furrowing, trying to decipher each letter as it was pressed into her skin.

M. Okay, M. And then an..F? No, E. N came after that, and then as the G was finished being formed, she found her body stiffening, tensing up beneath him. Mengyao? How was that even...wait, it could not be possible! This man...whoever he was...stood shorter then she did. Her mouth set into a grim line that nobody could see after she huffed out a breath angrily. Whoever this was, they were playing games with her, and Shaheen did not like games.

Well, unless she was guaranteed to win them.

Still, she felt as though jumping to conclusions and over-reacting by throwing a punch or several might not be the best idea at the moment. After all, they could be standing at an empty ledge that fell down into nothingness for all she knew.

So instead, she lifted her hands, grabbing the man by the shoulders, turning him towards her. She then placed both hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat beneath one palm as she slowly slid them upwards....

....and settled her fingers around his throat and squeezed.

[entering]

Sigrún entered the top of the tower...only to find she was blind,deaf, and mute. Faaaaantastic Sig rolled her eyes not that it could be seen. Slowly she began feeling her way around.