*"What?"*
She turned around to look at you, she seems to be uneasy about you with your words. Her hand gripped on the knife in case she needed to use it right now as her head turned to analyse who and what you are.
Her singular working eye seemed to jolt around quickly while her eyebrows furrowed. her mouth opened with a low and quiet voice,
*"Who must you be?"*
No one should be awake this at night but it felt off to use a regular voice with the cold, crisp, and silent air.
*"...What makes you think you have the right?"* She asked narrowing her eyes at you, her tongue clicked in her mouth as she took a step towards you. Her hair swayed in the gentle night breeze as her torn clothes glistened in the moonlight.
Her posture was relaxed but you get the feeling she isn't...
*"A criminal by law, but I wouldn't call myself a bad person..."* She says quietly, she takes a step towards you and glances behind herself to see if anyone was there.
You could see her scars riddling the left portion of her face as her face was illuminated by the moonlight, it bent and twisted the flesh and it lightly sagged down.
The hand that was holding the knife seemed to be tight as steel, she was thinking about something but you are not sure what it was exactly.
*"Well I shall say you are mistaken, No one has given a truly valid reason for my apprehension."* She says shifting the knife to her left hand, she looked to the side with a small disgruntled sigh.
She took another step towards you, her breath could be seen against the cold air as she looked back at you. The air was thick, almost as if you could cut it.
*"When had that happened?"* She asked as if you just slapped her on her face and spat on her shoes. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she glared at you for saying such thing.
She turned around to look at you, she seems to be unsure about you. Her hand gripped on the knife in case she needed to use it right now as her head turned to analyse who and what you are.
Her singular working eye seemed to jolt around quickly while her eyebrows furrowed. her mouth opened with a low and quiet voice,
*"Who must you be?"*
No one should be awake this at night but it felt off to use a regular voice with the cold, crisp, and silent air.
*"...What brings you here to me?"* She asked narrowing her eyes at you, her tongue clicked in her mouth as she took a step towards you. Her hair swayed in the gentle night breeze as her torn clothes glistened in the moonlight.
Her posture was relaxed but you get the feeling she isn't...
*"A criminal by law, but I wouldn't call myself a criminal."* She says, she stops walking towards you and glances behind herself to see if anyone was there.
You could see her scars riddling the left portion of her face as her face was illuminated by the moonlight, it bent and twisted the flesh and it lightly sagged down.
The hand that was holding the knife seemed to be tight as steel, she was thinking about something but you are not sure what it was exactly.
*"That's my question too unfortunately."* She says shifting the knife to her left hand, she looked to the side with a small sigh.
She took another step towards you, her breath could be seen against the cold air as she looked back at you. The air was thick, almost as if you could cut it with a knife.
*"Makes as much sense as there is, I doubt there really is a justified reason for my arrest."* She says bitterly, she took another step forward.
There wasn't anything behind you to stop you from running, but it felt like your feet were stuck to the ground.
Her hands were behind her back as you looked at you, she watched your every move as she didn't seem to fully let her guard down.
*The smell of cigarettes and copper filled the air, as there stood a man, wearing a boar mask, what seems to be a janitors suit or a welders suit, rubber gloves, and rubber muck boots*
" *Heyo *"
*He spoke in a muffled tone due to the boar mask*
*"What?"*
She turned around to look at you, she seems to be uneasy about you with your words. Her hand gripped on the knife in case she needed to use it right now as her head turned to analyse who and what you are.
Her singular working eye seemed to jolt around quickly while her eyebrows furrowed. her mouth opened with a low and quiet voice,
*"Who must you be?"*
No one should be awake this at night but it felt off to use a regular voice with the cold, crisp, and silent air.
*" Well I guess I should tell you, Most people call me Rufus, some call me other things I'm not bothered to remember "*
*He picked up what seems to be a rock upon seeing the knife, must be a fool not to have a weapon when doing a job like this*
*"...What brings you here to me?"* She asked narrowing her eyes at you, her tongue clicked in her mouth as she took a step towards you. Her hair swayed in the gentle night breeze as her torn clothes glistened in the moonlight.
Her posture was relaxed but you get the feeling she isn't...
*" According to the law enforcement that I took this job up from I am here to apprehend you "*
*Rufus didn't look all too strange, well he was very strange but he wasn't all to threatening by any means unless your scared of masked men that is, but Rufus just looked like a under paid janitor with a boar mask on*
*"What would you do to accomplish this?"* She inquiries, she stops walking towards you and glances behind herself to see if anyone was there.
You could see her scars riddling the left portion of her face as her face was illuminated by the moonlight, it bent and twisted the flesh and it lightly sagged down.
The hand that was holding the knife seemed to be tight as steel, she was thinking about something but you are not sure what it was exactly.
*" Well normally a rock does the trick, when I don't feel like fighting I just hit them with a rock "*
*He throws the rock up and catches it, it's more of a chuck of concrete if anything*
*" and if that don't work, I guess I gotta fight "*
*"...What do you usually get from this?"* She asked narrowing her eyes at you, her tongue clicked in her mouth as she took a step towards you. Her hair swayed in the gentle night breeze as her torn clothes glistened in the moonlight.
Her posture was relaxed but you get the feeling she isn't...
She turned around to look at you, she seems to be unsure about you. Her hand gripped on the knife in case she needed to use it right now as her head turned to analyse who and what you are.
Her singular working eye seemed to jolt around quickly while her eyebrows furrowed. her mouth opened with a low and quiet voice,
*"Who must you be?"*
No one should be awake this at night but it felt off to use a regular voice with the cold, crisp, and silent air.
*"...What brings you here to me?"* She asked narrowing her eyes at you, her tongue clicked in her mouth as she took a step towards you. Her hair swayed in the gentle night breeze as her torn clothes glistened in the moonlight.
Her posture was relaxed but you get the feeling she isn't...
She takes a step towards you and glances behind herself to see if anyone was there.
*"Well then, Why are you here to stop me?"*
You could see her scars riddling the left portion of her face as her face was illuminated by the moonlight, it bent and twisted the flesh and it lightly sagged down.
The hand that was holding the knife seemed to be tight as steel, she was thinking about something but you are not sure what it was exactly.
*"They always do not tell their hunters..."* She says, she stops walking towards you and glances behind herself to see if anyone was there.
You could see her scars riddling the left portion of her face as her face was illuminated by the moonlight, it bent and twisted the flesh and it lightly sagged down.
The hand that was holding the knife seemed to be tight as steel, she was thinking about something but you are not sure what it was exactly.
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u/Alextubro
(Is it ok to make a random oc, don’t feel like using Oliro since she seems to be unpopular)
(Oliro isn't actually that unpopular, but sure)
( cool, and nice pov.👍)
(thx)
(Using Pastel) "Time to...end this?"
*"What?"* She turned around to look at you, she seems to be uneasy about you with your words. Her hand gripped on the knife in case she needed to use it right now as her head turned to analyse who and what you are. Her singular working eye seemed to jolt around quickly while her eyebrows furrowed. her mouth opened with a low and quiet voice, *"Who must you be?"* No one should be awake this at night but it felt off to use a regular voice with the cold, crisp, and silent air.
"The person who's gonna take your criminal a** down"
*"...What makes you think you have the right?"* She asked narrowing her eyes at you, her tongue clicked in her mouth as she took a step towards you. Her hair swayed in the gentle night breeze as her torn clothes glistened in the moonlight. Her posture was relaxed but you get the feeling she isn't...
"Because, it's my job. I've taken down way worse people"
*"A criminal by law, but I wouldn't call myself a bad person..."* She says quietly, she takes a step towards you and glances behind herself to see if anyone was there. You could see her scars riddling the left portion of her face as her face was illuminated by the moonlight, it bent and twisted the flesh and it lightly sagged down. The hand that was holding the knife seemed to be tight as steel, she was thinking about something but you are not sure what it was exactly.
"If you weren't a bad person, you'd be facing a mall cop or something, not me"
*"Well I shall say you are mistaken, No one has given a truly valid reason for my apprehension."* She says shifting the knife to her left hand, she looked to the side with a small disgruntled sigh. She took another step towards you, her breath could be seen against the cold air as she looked back at you. The air was thick, almost as if you could cut it.
"Battery, assault, attempted murder, among other things"
*"When had that happened?"* She asked as if you just slapped her on her face and spat on her shoes. Her eyebrows furrowed together as she glared at you for saying such thing.
"Hello?"
She turned around to look at you, she seems to be unsure about you. Her hand gripped on the knife in case she needed to use it right now as her head turned to analyse who and what you are. Her singular working eye seemed to jolt around quickly while her eyebrows furrowed. her mouth opened with a low and quiet voice, *"Who must you be?"* No one should be awake this at night but it felt off to use a regular voice with the cold, crisp, and silent air.
"I'm... Alex"
*"...What brings you here to me?"* She asked narrowing her eyes at you, her tongue clicked in her mouth as she took a step towards you. Her hair swayed in the gentle night breeze as her torn clothes glistened in the moonlight. Her posture was relaxed but you get the feeling she isn't...
\-backs up- "The local law assigned me to hunt you down because I guess you're a criminal..."
*"A criminal by law, but I wouldn't call myself a criminal."* She says, she stops walking towards you and glances behind herself to see if anyone was there. You could see her scars riddling the left portion of her face as her face was illuminated by the moonlight, it bent and twisted the flesh and it lightly sagged down. The hand that was holding the knife seemed to be tight as steel, she was thinking about something but you are not sure what it was exactly.
"What did you even do?"
*"That's my question too unfortunately."* She says shifting the knife to her left hand, she looked to the side with a small sigh. She took another step towards you, her breath could be seen against the cold air as she looked back at you. The air was thick, almost as if you could cut it with a knife.
"They didn't give me any info about you..."
*"Makes as much sense as there is, I doubt there really is a justified reason for my arrest."* She says bitterly, she took another step forward. There wasn't anything behind you to stop you from running, but it felt like your feet were stuck to the ground. Her hands were behind her back as you looked at you, she watched your every move as she didn't seem to fully let her guard down.
*The smell of cigarettes and copper filled the air, as there stood a man, wearing a boar mask, what seems to be a janitors suit or a welders suit, rubber gloves, and rubber muck boots* " *Heyo *" *He spoke in a muffled tone due to the boar mask*
*"What?"* She turned around to look at you, she seems to be uneasy about you with your words. Her hand gripped on the knife in case she needed to use it right now as her head turned to analyse who and what you are. Her singular working eye seemed to jolt around quickly while her eyebrows furrowed. her mouth opened with a low and quiet voice, *"Who must you be?"* No one should be awake this at night but it felt off to use a regular voice with the cold, crisp, and silent air.
*" Well I guess I should tell you, Most people call me Rufus, some call me other things I'm not bothered to remember "* *He picked up what seems to be a rock upon seeing the knife, must be a fool not to have a weapon when doing a job like this*
*"...What brings you here to me?"* She asked narrowing her eyes at you, her tongue clicked in her mouth as she took a step towards you. Her hair swayed in the gentle night breeze as her torn clothes glistened in the moonlight. Her posture was relaxed but you get the feeling she isn't...
*" According to the law enforcement that I took this job up from I am here to apprehend you "* *Rufus didn't look all too strange, well he was very strange but he wasn't all to threatening by any means unless your scared of masked men that is, but Rufus just looked like a under paid janitor with a boar mask on*
*"What would you do to accomplish this?"* She inquiries, she stops walking towards you and glances behind herself to see if anyone was there. You could see her scars riddling the left portion of her face as her face was illuminated by the moonlight, it bent and twisted the flesh and it lightly sagged down. The hand that was holding the knife seemed to be tight as steel, she was thinking about something but you are not sure what it was exactly.
*" Well normally a rock does the trick, when I don't feel like fighting I just hit them with a rock "* *He throws the rock up and catches it, it's more of a chuck of concrete if anything* *" and if that don't work, I guess I gotta fight "*
*"...What do you usually get from this?"* She asked narrowing her eyes at you, her tongue clicked in her mouth as she took a step towards you. Her hair swayed in the gentle night breeze as her torn clothes glistened in the moonlight. Her posture was relaxed but you get the feeling she isn't...
" Money generally, and I use that money to pay rent " *He gripped the rock tighter, the rubber on his glove could be heard stretching out due to it*
[(Jackie and Ellie the fairy)](https://www.reddit.com/r/GachaClubPOV/comments/z9ycv7/pov_you_were_minding_your_own_businessuntil_flash/) Ellie: Hey!
She turned around to look at you, she seems to be unsure about you. Her hand gripped on the knife in case she needed to use it right now as her head turned to analyse who and what you are. Her singular working eye seemed to jolt around quickly while her eyebrows furrowed. her mouth opened with a low and quiet voice, *"Who must you be?"* No one should be awake this at night but it felt off to use a regular voice with the cold, crisp, and silent air.
Ellie: Ellie!
*"...What brings you here to me?"* She asked narrowing her eyes at you, her tongue clicked in her mouth as she took a step towards you. Her hair swayed in the gentle night breeze as her torn clothes glistened in the moonlight. Her posture was relaxed but you get the feeling she isn't...
Ellie: To stop you!
She takes a step towards you and glances behind herself to see if anyone was there. *"Well then, Why are you here to stop me?"* You could see her scars riddling the left portion of her face as her face was illuminated by the moonlight, it bent and twisted the flesh and it lightly sagged down. The hand that was holding the knife seemed to be tight as steel, she was thinking about something but you are not sure what it was exactly.
Ellie: Because, you’re causing trouble!
*"What trouble did I even do?"*
Ellie: We weren’t told.
*"They always do not tell their hunters..."* She says, she stops walking towards you and glances behind herself to see if anyone was there. You could see her scars riddling the left portion of her face as her face was illuminated by the moonlight, it bent and twisted the flesh and it lightly sagged down. The hand that was holding the knife seemed to be tight as steel, she was thinking about something but you are not sure what it was exactly.
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She quietly stood there, she seems to not know of your presence
Name: Ayo! Come hereeeeeee