Meloncholey and the Infanite Sadess...
I met a young lady today, and became highly intrigued. She was covvered in scars and cuts and injuries all self infliced. Ever her brests were missing, severed off. She was a living Ed Gein victem.

Very nice.

She was lonesome and sullen, and so I pulled my knight in midnight armor tactic...
blind collision: Mel: *stitching up a few knew cuts she's put in her arm, her body covered in red, swollen cuts*
AnarchicQ: *and side hops off of whatever he was perched on and heads out..with his mental state right now...self inflicted wounds arn't a good thing to look at...they bring about ideas...*
AnarchicQ: Q:sorry he's being such a party pooper
blind collision: Awww, poor Mel was shot down.
Mel: *sneers* No one could ever love me anyways. Why you even TRIED was beyond my comprehension.
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AnarchicQ: Q:Oh, I've plenty who'd find you neat...
blind collision: Mel: *Snorts as she knots the string and severs it with her teeth, sewing up another*
AnarchicQ: *Q pokes around her own brain*...
AnarchicQ: so- what's her story?
blind collision: Mel?
blind collision: Hmm...
blind collision: Since she was 6, she had been abused by her father in more ways that one, and her mother was a nervous, frightened wreck. When she was 16, she took a butcher knife and cut off large amounts of her body (like areas around her legs and such), trying to "carve herself a perfect body". She lost so much blood that she fell into a coma. Her parents, who weren't the greatest in the first place, abandoned her then. She then went through life with an attitude that no one wanted her and no one ever would. So she mutilates herself in hopes that maybe she can make her body better, or atleast cheer herself up. She's never experienced happiness before.
AnarchicQ: oh...cool...o.o
AnarchicQ: *And Mel would feel a hand to her shoulder, boney, but caressing softly*
blind collision: Yup. She means alot to me, because she actually did something that I've concidered doing to myself.
Mel: *winced a bit at the touch, as there were numerous scratches there from her own fingernails*
AnarchicQ: *and a hollow whistle, like one from a giant tube spun around and lets out a 'fwee' beckons her to turn*
blind collision: Mel: *And she did, looking up with deadpan eyes the color of ash.*
AnarchicQ: *And she'd find a figure looking down at her, thin, lanky..no..emaciated. Black hair, shining like an oilslick veiling on either side of sunken cheeks. Silver fangs glint as he gives a polite smile. Stepping back, the man in black, tattered leathers places a pencil thin arm to his chest and bends in a gesture of chivalery* M'lady.
blind collision: *Simply stared at him. She hadn't shunned him, which was a good sign. She then turned a bit to pull up her knees, looking at him a little more. Did curiosity surface in those pools of ash?*
AnarchicQ: *A metal hand, the joints serrated, moved to take her scarred, mutalated hand in its pal, and dry, lustless lips moved to kiss a knuckle, before the man relented her hand and rose, missmatching eyes- one red, bloodshot and rimmed, the other young, sulty and black, regarded here* I am The necroRaver.
blind collision: *She stared into those eyes, as if jumping into them to find her way. She then looked down, from his neck to his shoulder to his arm to his hand that was holding hers. She stared at his touch, something she didn't push away, even though there was a small pain. She redirected her gaze to his face* I'm mellon cholle. Or just Mel for short.
AnarchicQ: Q:...ohh o.o...Dude! DUDE!! Um...Korngirl(?) just introduced Side to Devi...coincidence..isn't Mel a fur?

*the thin man let a warm smile seep onto his lips* A very nice name. *his oil-on-water voice slid over her just like that- Oil on water*
blind collision: Ashlie. Yes she is, but I can humanize, and do, all my characters.
blind collision: And it's because I asked her if you sent her Side's journal and she said yes and so I knew you meant for her to read about him being lonely, so I sent the atributes that he likes, and she's like "O.O That's Devi."
AnarchicQ: (ohh..cool o.o)
blind collision: Sorry to bust your bubble o.o)0
blind collision: *She nodded a thanks; she wasn't very expressive. Her eyes stayed locked on him, as if on gaurd.* Your's is nice as well...
AnarchicQ: *Again, that polite, almost fatherly smile* Thank you. You look......lonely..
blind collision: *She snorted before looking down. She was, yes.* I've been lonely my entire life. I've always looked like that, and I always -will-.
AnarchicQ: How sad...a beautiful girl like you should have dozens of friends and suitors.... *A sly sidelgance* of lovers..admirers...but the world is a backwards place
blind collision: Mel: *Stares at him before she looks down, ears tucked against her head sadly. She seemed even further depressed by this. She then slowly stood up and said softly* I should be going... Maybe fate will cross our paths once more...