I Hope You Choke ;;

[CIRCUS♥]

( tristan royce )

this world is just so fucked up , my life is just so messed up .

life is pointless. you live, do nothing to be proud of, and then you die. i was willing to do something that everyone remembered me by. bright amber eyes guided me towards the end of the dock, paws making an annoying clicking sound as i sat my ass down on the wooden dock, staring at the horrible smelling ocean below me. tail laid flat against the ground as a bored expression sat on my facade. "now now, tristan. you better watch yourself before you do some stupid shit again." you serious? i've already fucked up my life, there was nothing left to ruin.

eyes turned into a tight squint as i let out an aggravated snarl, stupid conscience trying to convince me that i wasn't on the right track. well i know what i'm doing, and i always will. so if everyone would just back the fuck off and leave me alone i would be much happier. kthx. i know, i know. you think i've got it all wrong. but what if i'm the one thats right, and everyone else if the one with the messed up mind? no one ever thinks of it that way. i laid my body down so my chest was now on the wood as well as my tail, which i neatly tucked next to my body and then let my paws hang over the edge.

it wasn't the most pleasant day today, but at least you could already see the sun peaking out of the clouds. it was quite early in the morning, so it was hard to believe that the sun was already deciding to make it's self known to the world. dogs skipped happily along the dock, laughing and talking it up. i didn't believe in laughter. laughter is what promotes you to become off guard. laughter can kill you. okay, its fine every once in a while, but it's obviously stupid to over do it. anyways, most things i said made me, myself and i laugh. others didn't get my humor.

probably because i would make fun of them. yeah, i had a thing for that shit, it was just so fun. the usual gossip would travel around, but i was always there to shoot the others down with some harsh words, maybe a cruel glare. why, if you weren't on my good side, then you would be better off dead. it the world revolved around me - i would be the only one alive.

JUST TALK YOURSELF UP, tristan.
AND TEAR YOURSELF DOWN, open.
YOU'VE REACHED YOUR ONE WALL - 424
NOW FIND YOUR WAY AROUND, first post with him. :3 sorry its horrible.

[SLeUTH !]

It was early. Far too early, in Violet's opinion. Who in the world would be out and about at this ghastly hour? She would, apparently, as she made her rounds observing the fishing district as the sun colored the water a bright orange in it's fiery ascent. Violet stifled a yawn as she rounded a bend in the road, the ever-persistent stench of dead fish a constant reminder of where she was. Her eyes glanced casually around her, checking that nothing suspicious was taking place. In return, she saw hardly a soul, just as she expected this morning. There was the occasional couple, strolling and chatting, and maybe the old mangy mutt still trying to snatch a fish when a human wasn't watching. Of course, there were plenty of humans. This early hour was apparently the best time to fish, so they were all out and about, getting in their boats and preparing their tools.

It wasn't until she was practically on the docks that Violet noticed something. There he was, laying down all alone at the end of one of the docks. A lonely soul. Not doing anything, but simply being there. He looked to be a Border Collie, from what Violet could see of him turned towards the water. Her eyebrows knitted together in a very concerned look, and she stared at the water for several moments before turning back to the dog. Setting off at a brisk trot, Violet made her way down the winding dock until she was not far from the boy. Lonely soul or not, it was her duty to ensure that everything was normal throughout London, and to alert the General of any abnormalities.

"Pardon me, sir, but might I inquire as to what you are doing down here on the docks at this early hour in the morning?" Violet asked, her face polite and gentle as she watched him for a reply. In waiting, she took the time to study him carefully. He was quite thin, though not unhealthily so, and by now she had determined that he certainly was a Border Collie. He seemed tense, depressed, and she wondered briefly how anyone could resist relaxation on the docks, especially when they were this quiet. She was perplexed, to say the least, at this dog's condition. Perhaps, though, she would be able to achieve an explanation by waiting for his response.



No detail can escape you, Violet.
Why, whatever seems to be the matter? Tristan
The final clues are presented, 407 words
And the case is closed! Aha, the awkward first meeting. Hooray for conversation starters! XD

[CIRCUS♥]

( tristan royce )

this world is just so fucked up , my life is just so messed up .

if i were any type of animal, i would want to be one that wasn't occupying the dock at this very moment. i'd want to be one caged up, slowly dying. then i would feel like i was fulfilling my life. if no one has noticed by now, i am defiantly not the most social creature in the world. in fact, i would rather live in a world with only beautiful females that would fuck me all day and night. that would be the shit. but, we all know thats not going to happen soon, and until it did i would be sitting here with my two front paws hanging over the dock of this wharf. and then there was noise. a female. whatever it was, i wasn't in the mood for it. "Pardon me, sir, but might I inquire as to what you are doing down here on the docks at this early hour in the morning?" she spoke and i raised my left brow.

getting up from my position that i was so comfortable with, i made a slight huff of a noise and then rolled my bright amber eyes. well, she was a pretty one. kinda like the ones that i would have on tristan island. except the ones where i lived would only know how to do one thing. fuck. no, i not really as sex hungry as i sound. it's more of the fact that it had been at least what, three to five days? i needed another bitch. but it was obvious that this female wasn't the type to do that sort of thing, so i was stuck biting my lower lip and looking away from the canine. pardon me? no - you're not excused. "No, no you can't." my voice came out as if i was bored to death and i stood up.

i wasn't much taller then this canine, but then again - i wasn't that tall. "If you asked me I'd have the right to ask you." he then shook out his coat and made eye contact with the bitch. "But I would have to care enough to want to know. I don't give a flying fuck." yeah, i was the shit. this stupid bitch couldn't tell me what to do - nor could she make me say anything. i've been told before that i was pretty sexist, but hey, that wasn't my fault. it was the truth. woman were only good for two things. sex and more sex.

JUST TALK YOURSELF UP, tristan.
AND TEAR YOURSELF DOWN, violet hill.
YOU'VE REACHED YOUR ONE WALL - four twenty nine.
NOW FIND YOUR WAY AROUND, what a jerk. i lubb twistan.

[SLeUTH !]

Violet was stung, and she found the boy's words rather shocking. However, when she thought about it, it wasn't all that unusual for a lonely soul to be this touchy. The vulgarity of his language, and his distinctly foreign accent, however, were quite a surprise and were ringing in her ears.

"But I would have to care enough to know. I don't give a flying fuck." That vile word rang in her brain, racking her conscience and leaving a scar on her memories. She frowned, her eyebrows once again pulling into a rather upset and somewhat confused knot on her forehead, distorting her pretty face. She had always disliked ruffians and the more coarse members of society, and the more she looked at this male the more he seemed to fit in with that motley crew. It was just her luck that a moody little nub had to ruin her day so early in the morning. But no matter. She had a duty to perform, and she wasn't about to let a bit of foul attitude stand in her way.

"Many apologies, sir, but I must ask what you are doing here. Unless, of course, you would prefer several members of the battalion to track you down and capture you for questioning." she stated in a matter-of-fact voice. She turned her nose slightly upwards, giving herself a rather airy appearance, as though she were quite miffed by the whole ordeal. Of course, she really was miffed, but perhaps she could play that to her own advantages. It's nothing to be ashamed of, you see. I've heard everything in London by now. It's standard procedure for all newcomers, and I hardly remember ever seeing you before. I have never forgotten a face, and yours is certainly an original one. She said, hoping she was making her intentions perfectly clear to the boy, so as to avoid any trouble. She did hope, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that no scuffle would ensue, and that the Border Collie could simply tell her his business and they could both be on their merry ways.



No detail can escape you, Violet.
Why, whatever seems to be the matter? Tristan
The final clues are presented, 367 words
And the case is closed! Wow, oddly short on my part. Dunno why. But hey, this'll be... Interesting. XD

[CIRCUS♥]

( tristan royce )

ice cold on the filthy ground , barely breathing in a fucked up town .

it seemed like my day was already messed up. this stupid dog just had to arrive and then ruin everything. and, you still can't forget the fact that it seemed as if she believed that she ruled this entire world. i let out an annoyed huff as i heard her speak, "Many apologies, sir, but I must ask what you are doing here. Unless, of course, you would prefer several members of the battalion to track you down and capture you for questioning." the side of my lip raised in severe annoyance and i let out an aggravated snarl, eyes making contact with the female's. and i looked away as she raised her nose, as if she actually did believe she ruled the world.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, you see. I've heard everything in London by now. It's standard procedure for all newcomers, and I hardly remember ever seeing you before. I have never forgotten a face, and yours is certainly an original one." hahhahahahahha, stupid bitch. i let out a low snarl and then looked away from the female, glancing at the ocean. "I plead the fifth, fucktard;" yes, i had a very... wide vocabulary. call it what you want, but there was such thing as the fifth amendment. now, what was that? something about giving rights to citizens, i believe? anyways, what gave this dog the right to think she was above me? wait, wait, wait. this wasn't america.

i had no idea why, but i was already getting more and more annoyed by the second. anyways, i didn't want to be seen by the monarchy. this dumbass was trying to get me to say why i was exploring on public property. which i found completely stupid. couldn't i be where ever i wanted? um, silly wittle puppeh needs to wearn dat you couwl be anywhere. i wasn't going to press this any longer, but what was the worst that she could do to me? tell her mommy and get me in trouble for sitting on the ground.

i couldn't stop hearing the words that she spoke escape her mouth. ugh. "Go take your stupid snobby ass to someone who actually cares." did you hear that? the worst word i said there was ass. and let me say, that was nothing. didn't this dog understand? she was nothing to me. and maybe while she left me and found some stupid bitter love, she would be glad that i was so harsh to her.

JUST TALK YOURSELF UP, tristan.
AND TEAR YOURSELF DOWN, violet hill.
YOU'VE REACHED YOUR ONE WALL - four twenty one.
NOW FIND YOUR WAY AROUND, tristan is so.. blunt. haha he doesn't beat around the bush.

[SLeUTH !]

Though she was still rather put off by this whole affair, Violet was rather beginning to enjoy herself. She knew she shouldn't be, though she couldn't very well help it sometimes. The boy was... Different, to say the least. Not a bit like your every day lonely soul, now was 'e? He had a quick temper and was blunt, simply to the point. Irritable, yet completely readable without much effort. She saw by the look in his eye that he detested society; And how could she blame him? With all those ruddy Monarchy bollocks running around, it could drive anyone mad! She was desperately holding back a smirk, however, as she looked at the glare of hatred and agitation the boy was currently shooting her. She supposed he thought she served the King. Ha! She would die a thousand times over before she even called that foul git by his real name.

Finally, she could help herself no longer, and burst out in a sudden fit of laughing. "A thousand apologies, sir! I only mean to ask who you are!" She managed to squeeze out between giggles. Violet was pleased; The morning she thought had been ruined was turning out to be the utmost in entertainment! She realized that by this point she probably appeared to the Border Collie to be a raving lunatic who was completely off her onion, but at that moment she quite frankly couldn't give a rat's arse.

When she had calmed herself, Violet attempted to continue her explanation. "I'm sorry if I've come on a bit angry; It probably seems as though I'm working for that old codger up on the cliff!" She said, biting her tongue to hold back another round of laughter. No matter how hard she tried, Violet could only come to hysterics when picturing herself in the castle with the crazy Royal Family. When the male made his statement about the 'fifth', Violet made the connection of his odd accent and brackish language.

"I assume you're an American came across the sea, yes? Stars and stripes and all that patriotism. Of course I give my all to the Union Jack, but no matter to that. It's more of a human thing then, isn't it?" She said, then stopped into a silence, realizing that she has begun rambling. She hated it when she rambled. She always did in an awkward moment of interaction. She could see it in the Collie's eyes that he was begging her to simply cease the conversation for a moment, so she obliged, and allowed him to gather his thoughts in the silence of the sea air on the dock.




No detail can escape you, Violet.
Why, whatever seems to be the matter? Tristan
The final clues are presented, 459 words
And the case is closed! Finally a longer post! Yes, Tristan is a bit of an arsehole, but hey. XD

[CIRCUS♥]

( tristan royce )

ice cold on the filthy ground , barely breathing in a fucked up town .

i must have been going crazy. i swear im going crazy. the female began to laugh, as if i was the stupid one here and then she spoke ; "A thousand apologies, sir! I only mean to ask who you are!" and then she giggled. i couldn't help but try and hold back the smallest of a smile. i tried my hardest to think of horrible things, love, happiness, etc - to stop the smiling but it soon managed to a rather charming half grin. which was no longer under my control for that matter. ears fluffed up slightly and tail began to thump on the ground in the smallest matter. "I'm sorry if I've come on a bit angry; It probably seems as though I'm working for that old codger up on the cliff!" um, what was a codger? head tilted to the side and i bent my left brow quizzically.

whatever, i still wasn't going to be nice to this canine. it was her fault that she ruined my wonderful morning. it was her fault that she had me grinning. it was her fault she had a rather cute laugh. ah, shit. no - i didn't mean it like that. or at least i hoped i didn't. it was hard to tell what i thought of this pretty little canine sitting in front of me at the moment. it wasn't nothing more then a little admiration, though. i hope. i fucking hope. "I assume you're an American came across the sea, yes? Stars and stripes and all that patriotism. Of course I give my all to the Union Jack, but no matter to that. It's more of a human thing then, isn't it?"
i summoned up a smirk - one that crawled up only half my jaw in a more attractive way then anything and then blinked. "I guess." i murmured out, eyes looking away from the female who i didn't even know the name of.

"I'm Tristan Royce, by the way. And you are...?" no, i wasn't one to say sorry, and unless this female really meant something to me she wouldn't be hearing that damn s word coming out of my jaws.

JUST TALK YOURSELF UP, tristan.
AND TEAR YOURSELF DOWN, violet hill.
YOU'VE REACHED YOUR ONE WALL - 376
NOW FIND YOUR WAY AROUND, he doesn't know what to do. haha

[SLeUTH !]

Violet couldn't help but smile at the Border Collie's half-smirk. It was rather... Oh, what was that word? Cute. Yes, quite adorable indeed. She giggled again, feeling her ears grow hot from the sight of the handsome canine before her. "I'm Tristan Royce, by the way. And you are...?" Tristan. What a nice name. Classic, yet different but not quite completely foreign. And his voice, oh his voice, sounded quite lovely when he wasn't up in a foul mood.

My name is Violet Hill. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Royce. She said, her tail thumping a muffled beat on the dock's wooden boards. He was quite handsome, she had to admit, and she giggled a little once again. Perhaps he could be rather charming if the mood were to strike him.

Suddenly, in a moment of realization, Violet remembered her original plans and felt her ears burning in embarrassment. She was supposed to be monitoring the Wharf for any signs of Monarchy movements and to report back to the General. She felt awful; Forgetting her duties to have a little chat with a male. It was shameful! My apologies, Mr. Royce. I really ought to be on my way. She blurted out, turning away in great haste. She hated to leave the boy in such a fashion, but she knew she had to get a move on before she could be reported for disobeying orders. Anyone who knew her would have been able to tell she was distracted. And she hated being distracted.

Violet trotted briskly up the curving dock, her burning ears back in shame and her tail carried low. She dared not look back, for fear of getting lured back to the boy. She could only imagine his confused expression at her sudden departure. She could see the street now. In a few strides she would be feeling the roughly-paved cobbles of London's Fishing District beneath her paws. She quickened her pace, yearning to get back on solid ground and forget the whole encounter, if only to finish her rounds and return to headquarters.



No detail can escape you, Violet.
Why, whatever seems to be the matter? Tristan
The final clues are presented, 368 words
And the case is closed! Bah a short post again. My muse started melting like icecream in July. DX I can just picture Tristan's 'WTF?!' face, hahaha.