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Not Like YouShe fell into the peaceful oblivion of sleep, or a nap at least. The woman deserved a good rest, after having been forced out of bed in the early hours of the morning. ...Or some time before that. She was met with being jumped on, a small child with purple hair like hers above her. He held the smile of his father's, which the child had stolen from the said man's face. He covered his head with a pillow laying himself face-down into the sheets in hopes of muffling the boy's sounds. Before his wife could give him a nudge on the arm, he murmured that their son was "her problem, now", to which she rolled her eyes and slowly sat up.
With a growling sigh, she allowed herself to be pulled out of the room and into the kitchen. She made a mental note that cooking as soon as waking up is a horrible idea; a burn to her palm woke her up, encouraging a string of profanities, much to the amusement of her son. The remainder of the day proved to be hectic. Her child caused nothing but trouble; he wreck
OC Narrative 2I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:
1. Hikari - Michiru's younger sister and spirit medium in-training. When born, she at first had little to know spirit power within her to be able to contact the supernatural. After a sudden attack in her village which nearly took her life, however, her older sister sent her into the Spirit World, giving half of her power to Hikari in the process. She now helps Michiru at the shrine and learns how to master her abilities.
2. Cyril - Prone to being arrogant and persistent, Cyril likes to go solo and do his own thing. He doesn't play by the rules, and wouldn't be caught dead cooperating with the law. He will, however, be frequently caught hitting on
OC Narrative 1I. Choose up to five (5) of your favorite original story characters that will embark in this role-play. If you don't have five (5) then leave them blank (or create a character on the spot!) Be sure to give a little description of them:
1. Vienna - A young teen who loves music, Vienna lost her parents at a young age. After her quest of avenging their deaths, she decided to live with her current guardian Lukos. She also has a (fat) kitten named Frölich, also known to many as "Chubby Cat".
2. Sara - An overly hyper sort of character, Sara is ready to challenge the world...in her own crazy way. She often sticks around her former caretaker Lutia, since leaning towards her naive ways gets her in trouble frequently. Although seeming as if she can't take care of herself, one would think otherwise when she's provoked. (Or just disturbed from her sleep.)
Malayne Drabble XVII"Gloria,
We lied, we can't go on
This is the time and this is the place to be alive."
Throughout her life, she was always told the opposite: the only way to fight was through brute force, but then was told that it required humility; discipline. That she was meant to destroy the world, but then was meant to save it. No matter how often her life was riddled with lives, it wasn't until now when she had been the most confused. Just what was she supposed to do?
She stared down at a tombstone, remembering the passed man who had told her the light side of things; the things that she hadn't heard since her mother was alive. The only thing he left her with now was a decision. She could go on and do what she had done before meeting him, or could commit herself to making changes. The latter was a request that came with a few catches. But there was one that she had to break.
Turning and walking off, she muttered words that were more to herself than to her former master: "...Sorry."
Malayne Drabble XVI"Once upon a time somebody ran
Somebody ran away saying 'Fast as I can,
I've got to go... I've got to go!'"
Her chest was heaving, her throat and lungs burning several more times than before. As much as it was burdening her, she couldn't stop running. All of this pain couldn't compare to the years' worth that she had to endure anyway. It wasn't too much longer when she collapsed from exhaustion, but refused to give up so soon. Dragging herself to a hiding place she deemed fit, she finally remained still and let herself rest. They shouldn't find her here.
Although she began to drift into sleep, her eyes immediately opened and her body jumped. There were footsteps not so far away from where she was. Looking up, she found the feet of some monsters...along with an all-too-familiar pair of boots. Holding her breath, she listened to them speak. The only thing she was able to tune into was a single line that put her to some peace:
"We lost her."
Little did she know that, when they had
AngelusAt the time, there was only darkness. She didn't know where she was but, although having a tendency to become frightened of the great unknown, she felt as if it was safe. A sound accompanied the blackness; a dull crackling that gradually became louder. Another sense slowly crept in, allowing her to feel where she was. Being in the presence of darkness -- and whatever else was lurking deep within -- caused chills to run up her spine. There was a comforting feeling, however; something warm engulfed her. It was oddly familiar, but she just couldn't place what it was.
Her sight slowly came back to her, allowing her to finally look around in the darkness. Everything was blurry, the colors the only things that she could depend on. There was no longer black from the darkness, but much brighter ones that are seen in everyday life. A few of them were moving some feet in front of her, the crackling noise accompanying it. As the blurriness bid its farewell, her eyes at last focusing, she saw a fi
Pains of the Past"It is better to be alone than in bad company."
A small, purple haired girl stood on the chair to look out the window, watching the rain fall against her window. Countless thoughts raced through her head, soon searching for the right answers. She may have been young, but she understood much more things than the other kids her age. Her thoughts were lost within the deep reaches of her mind when she heard a familiar voice.
The girl turned, seeing her mother behind her. "Yes, mommy?"
"It's time for you to get to bed," the woman smiled, then took Malayne's hands and helped her down the chair.
"But mommy, I'm not tired...!" she protested.
Mizuki shook her head, the smile still on her face. "Little ones still need their sleep."
Upon seeing that she wouldn't get out of it, Malayne crossed her arms and pouted. To add to the cuteness that was already displayed, her cheeks puffed out a bit. Although she was glaring at her mother, it was obviously not ta
Malayne Drabble XV"The streets you walk give you a reason
'Cause it's all you got
And that'll never change..."
Life didn't exactly go as she had planned. No matter what she did, nothing was able to turn it around. The path she was forced to take did not allow her to turn around and try things over; what's done was done. Think of what it'd be like living with no mother to take care of you, leaving you with a father that abuses you on a daily basis. Think of what it'd be like living in a House of Hell for most of your life until you finally had the guts to just walk away.
Think of what it'd be like living with a demon that's trapped inside of you for God knows how long.
For her, this was now normal. She was the one with no mother; she was the one with the abusive parent -- which sickened her to even think that he was her father. And yes, she was the one who was stuck with a demon when her rage overcame her. Fear had taken over for too long, and she decided that enough was enough. She finally turned
Malayne Drabble XIV"You were my conscience:
So solid; now you're like water
And we started drowning
Not like we'd sink any further..."
"Don't you remember anything?"
She sat up in bed, confused of how she got there and why she was there in the first place. She had been alone about what seemed to be a few minutes ago, but now she couldn't remember anything. The last thing she felt was deep anger and hatred, and she felt herself begin to slip out of consciousness as she heard screams throughout the area. The last thing she saw was black hair and glowing blue patterns. Looking at her hands, she found dried blood. She looked for cuts, but there were none. Whatever happened, it wasn't her doing.
But at the same time, it was.
"...No, I don't."
"But I let my heart go
It's somewhere down at the bottom
But I'll get a new one
And come back from the hope that you've stolen."
Enter JaguarSamus Aran made her way through the jungle like area she was at. The Bounty Hunter was on a planet and exploring it as she had taken up the Bounty that had been placed here. The woman clad in her armor looking around the jungle scenery and at what was before her as many types of plants and fauna not seen
A strange creature had been seen and had terrorized a nearby town. A beast that was said to tear through even blasters and metal with no difficulty as all attempts to capture it had failed with some dead.
Normally Samus wouldn’t have bothered with it but business had been rather slow as of late and The Space Pirates latest plot had been foiled and stopped so she had taken it up. Part of her curious to see what exactly it was that was attacking.
She made her way through the jungle when the scanners on her suit picked up something. She turned and hoisted her cannon arm ready to fire if something showed up. She looked on at her scanners watching them so they could detect anything le
WIP STORY: Extinguishing The TruthExtinguishing The Truth
"You have got to be kidding me! This cannot be happening.." The hood of my vehicle pumped out smoked that intoxicated the area, thrusting out of the car door as I was forced into a coughing fit. Lifting the hood only to consumed by the thick fog knowing I was either hiking it back home or finding some civilization nearby which was sounding pretty impossible at the time since I had been tracking a one way for who knows how many miles to visit an out of town friend. Disgruntled and impatient, looking around my remote location to spot a burnt down wooden house in a field, oddly enough it was the only patch of open land I've seen since the trip began. Thinking there was any life around, I began treading towards the building; death consumed the wildlife that surrounded the two storied building, it was beauty in its own but something didn't feel quite right as if it hid secrets no one desired to explore. "H-Hello? Anybody here?"
MGM Gate 1 (Part 10)
Lucas and Hanz heard them and responded. Then within moments they heard a fleet of police cars coming nearer. Drifting around the curves, they could hear their tires skidding on the concrete roads. As they looked, from both the back of the zoo and the front. They could see the brilliant-rays of their, blue and red lights, in the night sky. Then next, they saw their lights revolving upon the roof of their cars, from a block away. They saw all the police cars encircling the ambulance. They watched them, turn after turn, drifting, tires screaming, until they drove, flying into the front of the zoo.
They hopped out of the car and began running inside. The paramedics jumped out with the stretcher and they started rushing into the zoo. At once, Maxi, Hanz and Patrick began to show all of them the way to where Mary's body laid. "Oh snap!!!" Lucas cried. He just realized that they would need to get into the lions exhibit to get the victims body. Lucas screamed in a whisper,
The ViperA cat was watching television in the morning. His wife was out to hunt some food for them.
Except for the TV, the house was quiet and empty with no signs of life, other than the cat. He was glad that he had some private time of his own. As much as he loved his wife, she would usually be the one to make him hunt.
As the feline enjoyed his favorite show, the telephone rang. He was curious as to who would call so early in the morning. He reached for the phone.
Before he could say a word, a male voice said, "This is the Viper. I'll be at your house in about an hour." The man hung up.
The cat was puzzled. He didn't remember a "Viper" in his life. He assumed that it was a harmless prank that his wife was planning to pull off. The feline went back to watching his show.
About a few minutes later, the phone rang again. The cat picked it up, expecting whoever was calling to be his wife.
It was the man from before. "This is the Viper again. I'm sorry that I'm taking so long." The person calling h
The Story Of MoonSo this is Moon's Story...
(In the past)
She started at a young cheemari, who live on the planet Rumentia, where her mother and father lived on a small country-side. Her mother, Sage, worked in the garden all day, gathering food for each day.
Her father, Darunia, Worked in the fields, gathering wheat and bringing batches home.
Moon loved to help her mother, because one day while helping her father in the fields, she discovered her fire powers, and things caught on from there. (You get my point)
Moon thought her life was never going to change, until one day...
Every day Moon's Mother would take her out in the field to look at the setting sun in the north, and turned to see the rising moon in the south. Moon loved to see the golden moon rise up from the landscape.
One day, Moon's mother was out gardening when she saw a small egg, a shadowy blue egg with curving golden lines going all around it. She picked up the egg and brought it in.
Moon walked in after she had played in the field and
OW: Don't Trust the DuskSeveral hours after the nightmare Emily had, she decided to uncurl herself and walk the memories of the first dream she'd ever had. She had just walked, and soon found herself in the graveyard. It was a place of solace to her, but she heard no voices. Unusual. They must have sensed she did not want to be bothered, and so they kept to themselves.
Her silent steps carried her towards the middle of the graveyard, gently sitting on the stone bench she normally sat upon.
It wasn't until several minutes later that she realized she had been humming the lullaby that Thane had been singing while under the influence of the enchanted candy. And she stopped.
Chuckling dryly, he slips his hands into his pockets and approaches her slowly, appraising her with his eyes. "To think? Well, at least someone besides myself does that here. Forgive my rudeness, but what is your name? And why choose such a dreary to think? The woods are a far better place to do so, supposing what's in there doesn't eat you."
Orca's last battle part 3Orca’s battle part 3
Whirlpool set down the spears behind the shades of Coral. The pavilion was cover in different shades of color which made for easy spots to hide anything even traps. Whirlpool then flicked his tail:” There everything is done.” He then stretched his wings and took to the air. He thought to himself:” I know Queen Coral should have been expecting this to happen but why did I feel guilty for doing this?” He snarled and pushed the thought away:” No Queen Coral has ruled foolishly long enough, it’s time that Orca and I take our place; I’ll finally be more than just a plain writer’s assistant and be king like I deserve to be.” He started to land as he saw the flat part of the pavilion. Nearby Gill had arrived and surveyed the area for any approaching enemies. Although there was no hostility between the tribes, Gill hated to be caught off guard. He didn’t trust the tribes and rather be safe than s
AwakeShe was in the middle of a dessert. It was morning, or at least she thought, the sky was bright blue and the sand a beautiful yellow but the sun was nowhere to be found; not a bead of sweat on her for she felt no heat. The wind blew, steady and gently but gave no sound. The clouds looked alive and beautiful but, eerily still.
How did she get here she wondered.
She looked behind and around herself only to find no footsteps; no indication of where she came from or the direction she was heading. Around her was nothing but dessert; the rise and fall of hills meeting with the great endlessness of the sky. She began to walk in the direction she was facing with the lack of a better option. Her eyes stayed on the horizon.
“It’s beautiful here...” she thought to herself as her mind began to wonder in the vast, open terrain. She remembered loving such places, peaceful and quiet; she doesn’t really remember why, however.
She can’t seem to remember a lot right now.
B/E: The First EncounterWARNING: This story contains bondage. If this offends you in any way, turn back now. You have been warned.
(James Residence, Office)
So, remember that incident at the Art Museum where we were able to snatch one of Luno’s knives for fingerprint testing? Yeah, well, we’ve hit a bit of a snag.
“…What? Why isn’t anything showing up?” Emmy questioned as her brown eyes widened at her dad’s computer. Her dad was a police detective, but knew a bit about forensics, like finding fingerprints. Emmy taught herself by watching him numerous times behind his back. Man, she’s really into detective work if she taught herself that…
Anyway, Emmy’s been trying to find fingerprints on the knife since this morning, but nothing’s shown up so far. It’s like it was brand-new, or never even touched. “Maybe… maybe he was wearing a clear… skin… thing over his hand. Like in movies?” I suggested. Emmy shook her
MD XIII: About Her pt II"But it's too late to say you're sorry
How would I know? Why should I care?"
Continuing on her way, she soon made it to a graveyard. A lone raven sat on a branch not so far away, staring at the woman upon her arrival. She looked back at it, then held out her hand. The raven did not hesitate to fly over; after landing, she gently pet it.
"Where is she?"
The bird sat there for a moment, then flew off. She followed it, soon stopping in front of a grave. There was a long silence as she only stared, the memories flashing before her eyes. The good, the bad...the absolutely unspeakable. Too many changes had occured; too many for her taste. She put her briefcase down beside her, then touched her shoulder. A burning feeling suddenly occured, stretching all across her back. She growled a bit from remembering what happened, looking away for a moment. Then she looked back at the grave.
"I trusted you."
"Please, don't bother trying to find her
She's not there..."
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