======> be the highblood [ERRIKA]

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Belial is always the highblood, it would be silly to think he would be anything else. Least of all a weak little rustblood.

At this point in time he was also being out of food, which meant another excursion to the city. At least this time he didn't have the trio of murderbots with him. No, instead he just had a pair of shiny new arms which had already become covered in scratches and dents from smashing walls, trees, and anything else that looked at him wrong.

Currently he was wandering down the street, considering stopping at an electronics store to get another grubtop or three. Because what kind of sane person doesn't carry half a dozen electronics at all times? That, and he was pretty sure Isixis was going to flip her shit and confiscate what few metal objects he still had if he didn't hand over some electronics soon.

"Bluh," he grunted, turning to enter a shop with a flashing red sign, large posters advertising "BIG SALES ALL THE TIME".

[litwick]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 1px dashed #ff0000; color: ffffff]You hate to go shopping. For all intensive purposes you are flat broke so you barely go as it is. But after staring at your empty fridge for about a week you decided to finally go shopping. The store you go to is cheap, and honestly looks like no one has cleaned it in years. "Cheap food is cheap food," you tell yourself looking at a crushed box of what used to be cereal. You wander the aisles for a few minutes looking for the bare minimum of necessities. As you turn down an aisle you see a flash of grey and purple. You know you've seen it before, and you really don't want to go near him. Though at least if you have to interact with him he doesn't the psychopathic tin can trio. You watch him closely as he walks around a bit. You have no idea why, but you follow him. If you really had to seriously ask yourself why, it's probably because you want him to somehow get attacked. Or at least realize he is highblood scum. How exactly that would happen you don't know but for now you follow him.

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Belial stops to inspect a bag of... something. All this cheap food looks the same. It's probably not even healthy by any stretch of the imagination but he doesn't really care. He spends eight fucking hours minimum working out every single day, who cares what he even eats.

Suddenly he stopped, feeling like he was being watched. Which really shouldn't even be surprising, these shitty little stores had video cameras everywhere. Not that those would even be very useful if someone stole something, troll laws were pretty loose and as far as anyone could tell he was a highblood.

Turning around, it took him a few seconds to stop the girl. She was just a bit below his eye level, after all.

"Oh," he stated boredly, shoving the bad of food back onto the shelf, "It's you."

[litwick]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 1px dashed #ff0000; color: ffffff] He was staring at food, then you were staring at food, and damn you were hungry. So hungry in fact that you forgot to hide when he turned to look at you because you were about to jump that bag of.....chips? But as he addresses you, you can't help but curse under your breath. What is he even here for? God you wish you weren't hungry and mad. It makes everything harder to comprehend. "Why are you here!?" You don't even try to act like you weren't following him. Why couldn't you not get distracted by food. Fuck, you should've stayed home to stare at your empty fridge. "You shouldn't be here. Go back to your fish tank and swim around for your queen" That was a stupid thing to say and it sounded cooler in your head, but you just hope he takes offense so he can leave and you can eat. Fuck, you might tackle him just for that bag of, well you dont really know what it is but you're too hungry to care.

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Oh troll jesus it just got better and better. He laughed. He actually laughed. That was something he almost never did.

"Right, I keep forgetting that you are, in fact, as stupid as you look," he stated cheerfully, "I'm shopping for food. That's just about the only think you can do at a grocery store, you know."

Today was turning out to be not so awful, though he still wasn't in a particularly good mood. Getting to pick on the mutant did make him feel a little bit better though.

[litwick]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 1px dashed #ff0000; color: ffffff] "I'm not stupid!" You hiss. Though you can't completely defend yourself, that last statement was pretty bad. Did you seriously think telling him to go back to his fish tank was a clever quip? "And I know that's what grocery stores are for! I mean why are you here in the city. Showing up where I always seem to be, all the while acting like a pompous ass!" Okay always is an exaggeration but you've seen him two times too many to correct yourself. You really hate this guy. You can't honestly say whether or not it annoys you more that he thinks he is better than you because he's a highblood. Or the fact that he is dressed like an idiot and still thinks he's better than you. Either way you really want to punch him.

[al]

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"You say you aren't stupid, yet you seem to assume I have supermarkets readily available to me out in the middle of nowhere," he said, walking down the aisle and examining a few more bags of generic food, "Honestly, it's not my fault we keep bumping into eachother. Quite the contrary, you were following me."

If it were up to him...
Well he probably wouldn't avoid her. She was an easy target and there simply weren't enough of those around. It's like she was begging to be picked on every time she opened her bitchy little mutant mouth.

[litwick]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 1px dashed #ff0000; color: ffffff] Damn you want to punch him so badly. "I assume you highblood assholes have everything handed to you. Wont your queen give you scraps off her table or are you not a good pawn?" You hate that Royal blood bitch though you've never met her. She and all her minions can go die in your opinion. You may want everyone to be equal but you may be bias. And that bias might also make you want to run a really long knife through all the asshole highbloods with the queen as the first troll on the highblood kabob. "And I was only following you because honestly, I don't trust you to not randomly start killing us all off." Mild lies you are kinda intrigued by him, in a sick sorta way in which you want to kill him. You think that makes you a stalker.

[al]

[style=width: 400px; align: center; padding: 10 15; background: url(http://i.imgur.com/eWZa5.png); border: 10px solid #0a000a; font-size: 11px; font-family: Lucida Sans Unicode; font-weight: 0; color: #000000; text-align: justify;]"Oh come now," he said, grabbing a box of crackers, "I may be violent but I'm not homicidal."

Not usually, anyway. And when he was he knew full well to stay away from people. He didn't want a bloodbath on his hands.

"You shouldn't make assumptions, you know. I've worked just as hard to get to where I am as everyone else, if not more."

He grabbed a six-pack of some kind of brown soda and carried it over to the counter. Quickly paying for his food he glanced over his shoulder. Yup, she was still there. It looked like he wouldn't be left alone any time soon.

[litwick]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 1px dashed #ff0000; color: ffffff] "Oh and how do I know that? No one clever outright admits they will kill everyone." Okay you were following him. You have completely forgotten about being hungry and now you just want to have a passive aggressive conversation with him. Which by all means, says you are losing your grip. As he leaves the store you follow him. Which honestly was a reflex and not a nod to you actually not wanting to rip his throat out. You still want to do that. "And as for working hard, I highly doubt that. You may think you work hard but because of your stupid blood color things are a hundred times easier for you. I could work a million times harder than you and I will still be a broke little mutantblood that you despise so much. So while you think I'm making assumptions, I'm stating facts." And you are! How dare he think that the effort he puts in to live a comfy life and the effort you put in are equal. Hell you put in a good amount of effort and you are flat broke and no one acknowledges you. Your world is run by your blood. And as seen by others your world is kinda crappy. His life is probably amazing out by the ocean. He probably could've done nothing and his life would have turned out the same. Poor thing doesn't notice he's a pawn, an interesting pawn.

[al]

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Belial shut his mouth long enough to tear open a bag of food and shove some of the contents into his mouth.

[litwick]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 1px dashed #ff0000; color: ffffff] "I don't have a lusus" You say quietly. You hate to say you suddenly feel worthless, but to deny the fact that you feel a little bit like a failure as a troll because of that, would be inaccurate. He is right. No lusus wanted you. That is not your favorite topic to talk about. But you aren't a whiny bitch about it. You are not some sob story. You work hard. You have never had anyone do anything for you. He can think all he wants that you are a whiny bitch but you are damn thankful. He probably thinks you should be thankful to him or something but the only person you can thank is yourself. You doubt he gets that though. "But I suppose you think that means I should be even more thankful to the nameless high bloods that "kept me alive" right?" You make air quotes to emphasize your point to this jerk. But as you watch him eat his food with disinterest you realize he will never get it. This jerk will never see your side because he never had to. He will never go through great trouble just to leave his hive without being attacked. He will never be kicked around because he is a little freak. And he will probably never deal with self hate. So honestly you don't care what he replies. You just look at him waiting for a smug response. He will probably insult you again. But he is a lost cause to you, because even though you want the world to change it wont start with this asshole. And as much as you hate to admit it, you are sticking around because no one has ever talked to you for this long without trying to take your life.

[al]

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"Wow, I almost feel sorry for you," he said, grinning and captchaloguing his foodstuffs, "Almost."

[litwick]

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[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: #000000; border: 1px dashed #ff0000; color: ffffff] "Wow you responded like an ass. I'm surprised." You say in a mocking tone. "Almost." That was a totally predictable answer. Honestly you are surprised he didn't throw in some crack about you being a mutant. So you really have no idea what to do now. You are completely over the idea that this asshole will see your side. And really, this has been enough troll to troll contact for you for a while because, damn. Did you forget that you hate actually talking in person? For the sole reason that assholes like this exist and you seem to always want to talk them. It's probably how you get into about a third of your fights, because you want to talk to people even if you can tell they fucking suck. You wish you were a better judge of character. Moving on though, you guess you are just gonna leave. He is an ass and all your fascination on him has been spent. Not to mention the less you are concerned with him the more you realize how hungry you were before this arrogant fuckass showed up. You just turn around from where you are on the street and start to head back to the store for food. "Bye." You say for some reason as you are about 15 feet away from him. It wasn't a conscientious thought. You just said it. You barely even noticed that you said it. You guess deep down you are a polite troll or some shit. Not that it matters now because you are about 30 feet away from him at this point and it's not like you can take back 'bye' anyways. He's the most frustrating person you have met in a long long while. Assuming you had a list of names of people you hate, his name would be at the top. Too bad you don't even know his name.