agent-henley:

(Source: anthony-the-padilla)

surgeon-intern:

When Rin Nohara looks in the mirror, no longer does she see the bright eyed child whose only wish was to save people. No, she looks in the mirror and instead see’s a defeated woman, eyes hooded in shadows, hands cased in blood in more than one way.

“Nice job today.” The lead surgeon places an encouraging hand on the woman who flinches away at the touch. Once its removed she turns back to her duty of scrubbing until skin turns raw.

Defeated, yet her life has never been so exciting.

Rin returns home arms filled to the brim with basic living necessities. There a very bloody, possibly hurt Mei sits on their white couch. “Hey, what have I told you about bleeding on the furniture?” Groceries are set aside in favor for a pair of latex gloves and a pair of glasses. “You okay?” the young girl crosses the distance from her friend to offer a hand so they can limp downstairs.

Once Mei has been placed down on the bed, the medic goes to work gathering everything needed for the procedure. “You have to be more careful..this is going to leave a scar and people are going to wonder where you got it from.”

The press were nosy like that. With a flick of her finger the bright light comes to life allowing rin the chance to cut away at the expensive clothing and press coated swabs of alcohol against the wound. “It’s not infected…but you’re going to need to take it easy for a few days.”

Heels kicked aside, the brunette grinned as Rin entered the scene. A few beads of sweat trailed down the sides of her face as she greeted her through pants, yet pushing herself up to head downstairs, wincing slightly as she laid down, the bright light shining above her.

Mei bit her lip as her hand loosened against her wound, letting her trusted medic work away on her dress and the bloody mess beneath it.

“Wasn’t entirely my fault…” She started off with a stubborn grumble, “He kept on fussing. Wouldn’t shut up about his stupid fame and fortune. How was I supposed to know that he had a knife hidden along his belt?” Her fists curled up in growing anger, nails digging into her palm. 

Although without her highly maintained self defence, the woman could’ve  most likely died back in that so called private chambers of the man.

“But at least that’s done.” Mei let out a sigh, relaxing slightly as Rin continued to work on her wound.

Killing was part of her job. Or at least, her second job. It was one that she would never speak of unless it was with Rin. It wasn’t her fault. They needed the money.

Also that it was simple entertainment - to find justice with their own hands, torturing those who had harmed her and the other brunette before listening to them begging for them to end it all. She smirked at the memory, remembering how her previous victim was writhing in pain, muffled screams as she glide her beloved sharp blade over his skin slowly, drawing blood.

Just when did her life become so torn apart? She couldn’t even remember. But it didn’t matter. She was alive, and so was Rin.

Mei sighed and sat up slowly, wincing again but kept a smile for the girl. “I doubt I’ll get a scar. You’re the neatest when it comes to anything surgical related.”

She gowned herself in a black bathing robe, running her hands through her thick hair. “Besides, nothing a simple concealer and airbrushing can’t do. Thanks.” Modelling was only for the money, anyways.

“I got paid today. Shall we head out for food?” It was the least that she can do… Rin was her everything.

(Source: mei-x-terumi)

A pull of the trigger to the man’s head was all it took; blood splattered over the walls, creating intricate patterns as it dripped down. The brunette gave a tut at the mess, growling as she stowed away the small hand gun into it’s rightful place - the holster tied to her leg, hidden by the long silken material of her expensive black dress. Her heel came in contact as she kicked the corpse, looking at the man’s dead face in disgust while watching his body fall back onto the floor with a broken crumple. It hadn’t been an easy fight, for the man had an honest struggle. But none the less, she had gotten away with a few scratches, and a rather deep cut along side her slim waist. Mei could only hope that her beloved housemate would pass her free from stitches.

They honestly stopped the modeling jobs from coming in. But then again, whats not to like about a woman who gives off an appeal of dangerously attractive?

The brunette grinned as she tore a scrap of material from the dead man’s body, tying it securely around her in the hopes of stopping the blood. Looking around the room, she gave a mysterious smirk, promptly jumping out of the room leaving no trace of her presence within the vicinity.

—

“Rin!” 

Silence.

But Mei wasn’t surprised. It was well into the night, and the girl was most probably downstairs, or out getting supplies. She half staggered into the living room, wincing as she sat down, throwing away the blood soaked cloth.

Useless men and their useless expensive clothes…

She pressed her petite hand against the wound, closing her eyes for a brief moment to enjoy the pitter patter of the rain drops splashing against their windows.

Oh how dangerous their lives had become, the woman smirked as her eyes fell on a seemingly innocent childhood picture of the pair.

Deliciously dangerous. It excited her to no end.

Labored pants filled the room as she continued to wait… - her precious medic shouldn’t be too far.

• Do not make assumptions about my character
• Do not make assumptions about my character
• Do not make assumptions about my character
  
• Do not make assumptions about my character

(Source: ask-beatrice-luck)

Anonymous sent:
Hello, ive followed your old mei terumi blog since forever, and ive really missed your rps over there. youre one of the reasons why i ship mei and madara, especially the way and you and spots wrote was bril. could you please just write a drabble or something for old times sake ?

//Hi Anon, I’d love to but I don’t think I should. There’s just been a shit load of things that went on between me and them and well they suck ok bye

I mean she ended up doing the meanest things such as backstabbing and shit, and just using you for their own personal reasons then just stop talking to you s o

Also it’s pretty much why I’ve stopped because I’m pretty sick of going through the same thing by two different rp partners ok

sorry

//hi

bye

ill be 

here

suicide-vs-strength:

vaguedreaming:

can someone actually please tell me what they think of it sigh 

this is perfect

(Source: oceantribes)

sabyythe:

Don’t you hate it when you’re just writing along and then you think wait would that even is that possible how does this work oh shit RESEARCH

And the next thing you know you have twenty million tabs open about everything from hydrogen engines to the psychology of serial killers to the evolution of the pronghorn