ETHAN WINTERS
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Post by ETHAN WINTERS on Mar 15, 2022 16:49:10 GMT
â tonight, i'll have a look and try to find my face again. â ETHAN HAD HIS HAND DOWN THE ASS POCKET OF A GIRL'S JEANS, bottle of beer in his other hand and a rollie tucked behind his ear. He was having a fucking great time, so why did he feel like he was about to jump clean out of his skin? The girl didn't have a name yet, just a pretty smile and dimpled cheeks. Ethan grinned down at her, but it felt stretched and fake on his face as he turned his ear to try and hear what she was trying to say to him. Leaning up on her tip-toes, her breath sweet like a strawberry wine cooler. Ethan thought she might have said her name, the heavy sound of a live singer ringing in his itchy ears, so he just nodded with that same artificial grin on his face. After a minute, when his heart began to beat a heavy rhythm and his feet felt jumpy, he mimed a smoke with his finger and thumb and extracted himself from her. "Keep it for me," He smacked her ass once and gave her his lukewarm beer to hold as he edged out of the crowd.
Practically running, Ethan threw himself out of the door and out into the cold. The wind nipped his restless skin, but it wasn't cold enough. April was heating up the cracks in the pavement, and when it wasn't humid and sticky with Spring showers, the sun was baking out all the winter wind. Ethan lit up his rollie with shaking fingers, knocking shoulders with somebody as he took a long draw. "My bad," He croaked, turning his head in time to catch long sleek hair and the back of a pretty short skirt as the wind caught it, revealing just a peek of underwear before it settled and she was through the door. He lifted his brows, momentarily distracted as he flicked a rock of ash onto the ground and licked his lips.
Ethan was beginning to recognise that feeling, when his skin felt too tight to fit. It only every happened when he was tired, or angry, or just plain curious. When he spent too long looking at a face, or even an ass. No matter how many times it happened, it still freaked Ethan out. He felt sure it was some kind of hallucination, but more than once somebody had seen him - or seen her, depending on the face. They interacted with his shifted appearance. It was a persistent problem Ethan was determined to ignore, and yet it continued to happen, no matter his complete disinterest in understanding it. He rubbed the back of his head in annoyance, fingers shaking as he sucked the life out of his rollie, the end glowing bright red as he shut his eyes and kept thinking about his own face with a head rush. Not the girl with the dimples, or the skirt with the black lace panties. It didn't help, the more he tried not to think, the more he actually thought about it. Bright Pink Elephants, and all.
Flicking the rollie onto the ground, Ethan rubbed at his scruffy cheeks and went back into the Grill with a stubborn huff. His head was bit light from the thing, and his eyes bloodshot, but it just made him all the more relaxed about what he knew was going to happen. The girl with the strawberry wine cooler spotted him the minute the door swung shut behind him, Ethan raised two fingers and winked before he headed straight for the bathroom. If it was going to happen, he wasn't about to be seen. Scratching at his neck, he left raw lines along skin that poked out of his black collared shirt. He'd fucking dressed up, and for what? For some other sluts face to enjoy it.
Ethan was so busy stretching his neck upwards to claw at his skin, he didn't even see the girl until she was practically on top of him. He grabbed her shoulders, meaning to move around her and escape immediately, but he looked down and recognised her straight hair, and even more so her stupid little skirt. He'd only seen her from the back, but that had been better. Now that he'd seen her face, he felt it. "My bad," He said again, shoving a punter beside him out of the way so he could get by her. "Nice skirt," He called over his shoulder with a maniacal smirk, unable to help himself as he practically ran for the bathroom. It was happening, it was happening, it was fucking happening.
He slammed the stall door shut and hunched over the bowl, feeling that vertigo heave in his gut and that overwhelming itch from the crown of his head to the tip of his toes. When it passed, eyes squeezed shut and stomach rolling, he felt a half foot shorter. His skin smooth and dotted with freckles. His clothes hung baggy and pooling on a petite frame. He was not in a skirt, nor was he wearing black lace panties, but he knew if he looked in the mirror at that second, it would not be his own face he would be confronted by. "Fuck," He squawked in a sickly sweet, feminine voice, tripping on the hem of his jeans as he turned and fell onto the edge of the bowl.
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DESTINY BACCARI
Darach
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Age:
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Mystic Daily Owner
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Grey Maddox
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Post by DESTINY BACCARI on Jun 20, 2022 17:36:55 GMT
â i'll stay awake at night with just my skin and bones â DESTINY WAS TIRED. Mentally, physically, fucking exhausted. Pale, too. The sun was starting to drift out more as spring really took effect, but it wasnât warm or happy, nor did it have her wanting to crawl out from her hole. Said âholeâ was Greyâs swanky penthouse suite, but still. Theyâd stayed trapped there for weeks. She couldnât go to work; she didnât want to leave. The last time sheâd seen her apartment was when sheâd picked up her dog and brought him to Greyâs. Heâd been right; they were still a family, but with one less than they ought to have. They shouldâve been trapped in either home taking care of their baby, not mourning him.
But neither of them wanted to cook, and the Grill didnât deliver. Just take-out. So she went. Itâd be quick, there was no reason to worry, and she wouldnât see anybody from work. They wouldnât ask why she suddenly looked slim again (it was the glamour), and they wouldnât look at her with sad eyes, tripping over their words like they could say something to make it better. Nothing could; sheâd tried.
The first hitch came before she could even get through the door, idly swinging her keys around her finger and focusing on anything but where she was going. Her eyes were glued forward, but she wasnât really looking. Not until her shoulder collided with somebody elseâs, and she stumbled forward a few steps, glancing back with a gentle, âSorry,â before her journey continued. She hadnât seen his face, not reallyâshe still wasnât looking at anything in particular; wasnât letting her surroundings seep in. The wind blew up the skirt Destiny had only worn because she hoped a bit of joy could be gained from wearing something that embraced the warm weather. She regretted it now.
It was busy. Destiny called Greyâs last name to the bartender, who promised it would be coming, and that she could wait in the designated area. Along with the people who were there for the night, there was a clump of impatient-looking bystanders without drinks or a permanent place in the Grill. Destiny joined them, lingering a few steps away, caught between the clump and the flurry of lasting (for the night) customers. She felt suffocated, peeling her phone from her bra as soon as sheâd found a spot to bounce anxiously from foot to foot.
Destiny didnât even know what to say to him. Would he think she was crazy for not being able to last five minutes on her own? Itâd been two weeks alreadyâshe knew Grey wouldnât, that heâd offered to come with her, but it didnât stop the intrusive thoughts from piercing her mind the way Leah had. She shuddered, shaky fingers typing out a few words, taking longer to go back and correct them, but she hadnât been able to send anything by the time the stranger toucher her again.
The guy from outside. She hadnât exactly seen his face before, not the way her gaze snapped to him nowâlike a bunny about to get trapped between the jaws of a coyoteâbut she knew it was him; she recognized his voice, at least. He grabbed her shoulders, and Destiny clutched her phone with both hands, knowing that if she was a werewolf or something like that, sheâd probably crush the little rectangle. It was a good thing it didnât budge.
âIâItâs fine,â Her voice was less sure this time, caught off-guard by someone touching her that wasnât Grey. He wouldnât hurt her⌠maybe. If he tried, she could defend herself. She couldnât protect her baby, but somehow sheâd always come out of this shit alive. âThanks.â Destiny added in a croak, the response automaticâwhat he said hadnât registered until he was out of sight and she was staring at that half-written text to Grey again.
She felt like Leah was lurking around every corner. She saw it in Greyâs eyes, too, especially when she suggested coming here on her own. Destiny had anticipated the worst from going back out in public, and nearly had a panic attack when sheâd exited Greyâs building but, for some reason, she didnât expect this. Being touched by a stranger. It was jarring; the words she typed were a nonsensical string of fear but, again, she didnât get to send anything. Grey wouldnât have to worry. Not âtil she got back and he refused to let her go alone againâshe could practically hear him now.
The wet feeling was similar to when sheâd lost him. Not as violent or as much, but it felt the same. Stomach dropping, panicked breaths, the overwhelming fear that the worst possible conclusion was coming into effect. She was worried until she saw the âClosed for Cleaningâ sign hanging in front of the womenâs washroom, and then it was pure terror. Tears sprang into her eyes, clouding the journey a few steps the other way, rushing into the Menâs because she was out of options.
It was calmer in there. She found the closest open stall and dropped down, balling up a bunch of toilet paper to use as a temporary measure until she got home. Again, Destiny was consumed in her own shit until she heard someone else speak. It was only one curse, but when you shared a womb with somebody, you just knew. It didnât matter how long itâd been; they were family, and she knew her sisterâs voice.
âLacey?â Destiny nearly whimpered, staring towards the top of their conjoined stalls. She hiked up the underwear that was supposed to make her feel better, flattened her skirt, and rushed out to stand in front of the neighbouring cubicle. âLacey?â She asked again, nervously lifting a hand and pushing on the door. This was a bad idea in any context, but she was too stunned, too hopeful, to give a shit. Destiny needed this. It didnât matter whatâd happened before, not right nowânot when she needed her sister. âItâs Destinyââ Like she wouldnât recognize it, too.
When the door finally swung open, she was met with her own face staring back at her, looking dishevelled, crumpled on the toilet seat wearing ill-fitting clothes. âOh my God,â Destiny sobbed, âItâs you. IâIâm sorry, I justâI heard your voice and Iââ Her feet were stuck to the floorâeven if she was excited to see Lacey and they both had all their clothes on, it still felt weird to bombard her with a hug while she sat on the toilet. Destiny resigned to waving her arms instead, trying to beckon her sister into them.
ETHAN WINTERS | SO SORRY
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ETHAN WINTERS
Archived
dread doctors' experiment
Posts: 20
Played by:
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â you're a fraud and you know it.
Last seen Mar 23, 2023 0:23:10 GMT
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Post by ETHAN WINTERS on Aug 11, 2022 0:15:04 GMT
â tonight, i'll have a look and try to find my face again. â IT HAD HAPPENED A HANDFUL OF TIMES, THE 'CHANGING'. Ethan could never predict when, how, or why. Ever since he'd had that funky, blackout weekend, something had changed. He'd chalked it up to a dodgy party drug, or maybe some jacked up LSD. He couldn't remember, so his mind had helpfully filled in the blanks for him. All Ethan knew was, most of the time, he was himself. Occasionally, just for a little while, he could become somebody else. It was annoying, confusing, a little nauseating. Ethan didn't know how to fix it, but what could he do? Tell Dani? He'd rather wear a noose instead. So, he coped, he pretended it wasn't happening. He definitely, absolutely, did not impersonate the person he became. Too sticky, too confusing, too frightening.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Ethan knocked his feminine fist against the stall wall rhythmically as je slumped down on to the toilet with a tired huff. God, why did he have to be so fucking horny he turned into a chick? That was embarrassing. Ethan had a silent word with himself, ears ringing in the aftermath, when all of a sudden a voice called out from the neighbouring stall. "Uh..." He fumbled with his words, had he turned into some Lacey? It was ironic, his thoughts supplied, as he recalled that same pair of black lace panties when the door in front of him was knocked open. Ethan almost swallowed his own tongue at what he was faced with; it was the girl, the fucking face he was wearing, the panties girl. This had never happened before.
"Not my preferred name..." He laughed nervously, it came out as a helpless, girlish giggle. "Can't a chick piss without an audience these days?" He added again, scrambling for an out as she waved her arms at him - what like they were gonna hug? Fuck no. Ethan tried on a grin, teeth and everything, as he very slowly leaned forward off the toilet set, and closed the stall door once again, slipping the lock into place this time. Ethan tried not to pant, both hands braced against either wall of the stall as he cringed and looked up and down the stall. There was no window to slip out of, or hole in the ground to swallow him up.
"I mean-" He continued to fill the silence out of fear and panic. "What a small, dinky little world we live in. huh?!" Cringing at the stilted quality of his high, sugar coated voice, Ethan slid onto his knees and flinched at every dried, sticky piss splash he encountered as he began to carefully try and wedge his tiny, borrowed body under the stall door and into the next, so that he might make a run for it. It wasn't a good idea, it wasn't even a kind of okay idea. In fact, wedged halfway between the toilet behind him and the next stall, the door squeaked open and he caught sight of a pair of shoes slowly walking into frame. "I think... I mean... I think I've lost my wallet- I mean my purse... my handbag." He grinned up from the ground sheepishly, hoping the familiarity of her own face would put 'Other Lacey' off the scent. "Could you... maybe you could ask the bartender if he's seen it for me?"
DESTINY BACCARI |he's an actual idiot, im sorry.
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DESTINY BACCARI
Darach
Posts: 166
Age:
25
Occupation:
Mystic Daily Owner
Status:
Engaged
Partner:
Grey Maddox
Played by:
Julia
Last seen May 5, 2024 18:45:14 GMT
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Post by DESTINY BACCARI on Sept 15, 2022 17:14:15 GMT
â i'll stay awake at night with just my skin and bones â LACEY WAS BEING WEIRD. NOT JUST HER USUAL âkinda strangeâ behaviour, but actually weird. Rude, almost, which was surprisingânot because Lacey was never rude, but because she always liked to have her claws in Destiny. She was the more boisterous sibling, the one who had to be in control, was she gonna give that up now? Really? Whatâd happened to her in fourteen years?
God, had it really been that long? She missed Lacey and Julia like they were pieces of herself, especially now when her family had lost their newest addition. âSorry, itâs justââ Destiny stumbled back a step as the door closed, almost like Lacey had hit her with it. She was the one who left the door unlocked, and did it really matter that much? Theyâd peed in front of each other beforeâespecially in the mornings when theyâd pile into their shared bathroom and one of them would brush their teeth while the other sat on the toilet. It was just different for girls that shared everything and were as close as they were.
Were. Destiny figured it was different now. Sheâd give her space, though, if Lacey really wanted⌠what the hell?
Hearing the shifting, Destiny moved towards the next stall with an incredulous expression, brows furrowed as she pushed on the door. It opened to Lacey⌠trying to crawl underneath the stall into the next? What the fuck? Was she avoiding Destiny? Tears sprang into Destinyâs eyes, palms pressed to her cheeks. She was having the worst few weeks of her life and sheâd been given this gift so suddenly, her sister, and Lacey didnât want anything to do with her.
âYouâwhat?â She snapped. Years of being pushed down by everyone she knewâincluding her sisterâdidnât fucking apply anymore. Lacey could be pissed at that all she wanted, but Destiny wasnât letting this slide. âItâs been fourteen fucking years since Iâve seen you and you want me to go and ask the bartender for your fucking purse?â Livid, Destiny angrily wiped her tears and shook her head. âWhat the fuck is wrong with you? Are you being serious? Why canât you ever stop being a bitch for one fucking second?â She sobbed, wrapping her arms around herself in an effort to self-soothe. Destiny wished they couldâve been a normal family, that she could talk to Lacey now as if no time had passed, and lean on her sister for all the shit she was going through now. Obviously, Lacey didnât want the same thing.
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