HEY, DO YOU HAVE BORDERLINE PERSONALITY DISORDER ? DO YOU ROLEPLAY ? ARE YOU ABLE TO IGNORE HOW MUCH THIS PROMO SUCKS ? THEN OH BOY DO I HAVE A SERVER FOR YOU !
both professionally diagnosed and self diagnosed borderlines are welcome !! the server is currently looking for mods, as well !!
rules are simple and further elaborated on in the server, but basically, this is intended to be a safe space for anyone and everyone who has bpd, so please be kind to others.
“Did you truly believe you could escape DIO, Elliot? I knew you were never too bright, but this is a new low for you.”
The other blonde resembled a deer caught in headlights, and it caused him to lick his lips, his tongue slow and deliberate.
“I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m not dead, hm? By the grace of my dear friend, I was able to recover fully from the fight with Jotaro. It took and embarrassing amount of time to do it, and for a while my body was marred with more scars. I lost the one on my neck, only to get a full body one on my left side. Luckily, that healed and went away, though sometimes I get the illusion of it still on my face.
He chuckled. “Though, enough about me, Elliot, let us address you. You’ve aged since I last saw your faces. You almost look older than I am now!”
———❝ WERE YOU ALWAYS SO LONG WINDED? forgive me if my face does not give away how little i care. ❞ the german bared his teeth, obviously curious about how the man survived, but never expecting an explanation. one thing he hated more than anything was the build up to an undoubtedly painful outcome. he almost wished dio still had the scar so he could have an idea of the pain he went through; how satisfying that would be.
❝ if i thought i could escape you, i would’ve done that instead of join the joestars. ❞ no, he never wanted to run, knowing the man would soon follow. his idea of a night well slept only came after killing the motherfucker who plagued his nightmares.
❝ so, this is it then — you’re going to kill me, i’m assuming? ❞ if the man was here, he’d no doubt go after jotaro and joseph next. somehow, he needed to warn them.
“We’ve got our reasons.” It was obvious Kirill was at the end of his patience, he was gritting his teeth and his nails were digging into his palms, if it weren’t for his boss standing right behind him his hostage would be out cold, but there were other plans.
He took a sharp breath and looked back at one of the men, his accomplice shrugged. “Maybe you should tell us who you’re working for huh. What’s the worst that could happen. We let you go because you’re no threat, or we kill ya’ ‘cause you are. Or maybe we just kill ya’, be done with it and go out have dinner.” He shot a half cocked smile “Hrm, Well? Take your pick.”
———❝ YOU HAVE SUCH A WAY WITH YOUR WORDS. i almost want to test your patience more, my friend. ❞ the man considered his options as carefully as he could in such a predicament. it wasn’t that he intended to die, rather, he wanted to be sure he still had the upper hand in the situation before he spilled the beans.
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