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11/05/2012 09:43 PM 

Mimicking Death Part 1

Part 1 of Mimicking Death was hacked and deleted along with the original True Blood Blog page in late October 2012.  The story has been reposted here (we added the pictures for fun).  A few posts are missing, but probably 95% or more of the story is in the text below.  This story reads from top to bottom, and continues in Parts 2, 3, and 4A and 4B. Rain spattered against the dingy windowpane as the redhead on the opposite side stared into it, trying desperately to see her reflection, trembling fingers raking through her crimson waves. Ruby's pale moon face was twisted in annoyance and she craned her neck, moving so close that her nose almost touched the cold metal bars. Mirrors were against the rules; partially because the schizos here couldn't bear to see their reflection, but mostly because a month ago, a patient had smashed a mirror in the bathroom and slashed the broken glass over her wrists. It took two full minutes of her choking and thrashing before she finally lay still, in a pool of blood on dirty linoleum. It reminded Ruby of the first time she went fishing and of the first time she'd caught something bigger than a minnow. The fish had thrashed that same way, specks of blood drooling from its gills and smearing over the splintering wood of the pier. She'd never gone fishing again. Ruby held her breath as she inspected her appearance critically, careful not to let it fog the window. Despite her best efforts, the heat from her skin was enough to steam up the chilled glass and she grunted in frustration, throwing herself back against her cot. Closing her eyes, she imagined for the kajillionth time that she was somewhere else, somewhere far, far away. She was outside in the rain, but it wasn't the gray winter rain of her reality; instead it was a warm summer rain, on a night when it seemed the sun would never go down. She was lying on her back on a soft blanket, not like the scratchy wool ones on her thin hospital-grade mattress, and a boy was with her, the identity of whom she would not reveal. He had dark, loose curls that fell into his blue eyes, and all he wanted in the world was a kiss from her, and maybe to hold her hand if she let him. They would fall asleep counting the stars and when she returned to her parents' home early in the morning, she would fall into her bed and sigh a lover's sigh, and all would be right in the world. "Look at the little slut... I know what you're thiiiiiiiinking about, whore..." came the gravelly voice from the open door, about as pleasant sounding as a wet leather bag being dragged over concrete. Ruby cringed, hoping that if she didn't move, it would go away. Miriam was, before offing her husband and twin daughters, a chronic PCP addict and, during one of her crazed hallucinations, believed her entire family had turned into demons and brutally murdered them. Ruby might have felt sorry for her if she wasn't still so nasty, even without any drugs in her system. "Caiden got you poppin'? I can smell your p**sy from over here. You dreamin' about him again, slut? I heard he's got a big thing, all the girls in the B ward say so. He'll like it when you put it in your mouth. Want me to show you how?" Miriam cackled, making a lewd gesture between her legs. "Shut up, you crazy bitch!" Ruby snapped, realizing her mistake instantly as the woman stopped moving, her eyes going wide with rage. "The F*** did you just call me?!" Miriam screeched, launching herself through the doorway. Ruby scrambled up onto her cot, cowering in the corner, waiting for the blows to start. "MIRIAM. Get BACK to your ROOM," a deep masculine voice bellowed, making both women turn with a start. A tall, well-muscled man in pale blue scrubs stood in the doorway with a murderous expression on his face, directed towards the older female. "NOW." Grumbling, Miriam slunk out of the room, easing her way past the male nurse before shooting Ruby a malevolent stare over his shoulder. Ruby leaned against the concrete wall, drawing her knees up to her chest as she blinked feverishly, desperate to keep the tears building in her green orbs from spilling. "Are you okay, Ruby?" the man asked, shaking his dark curls out of his blue eyes. Clicking his tongue sympathetically, he moved across the room to sit on her bed, gently patting her knee. "C'mon, Rube... that old bat isn't worth your tears." Wiping her face on her sleeve, the redhead snuffled loudly, her cheeks burning. "I HATE it here, Caiden," she muttered bitterly, glaring down at the rumpled wool blanket twisting around her bare feet. Reaching out with one toned arm, Caiden used the tips of his fingers to gently push the door shut, waiting until it clicked closed before pulling Ruby into his arms, resting his chin atop her head. "I know, Rube, I know. That's why I planned a surprise for you tonight, beautiful." Ruby looked up, face immediately brightening. "Really? Did you find another movie to play on the projector?" Caiden smiled indulgently, pulling back a little to press a tender kiss to her forehead. "You'll just have to wait and see." Taking a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure no one was looking; he dipped his head, gently working his lips against the young girl's. Ruby let out a deep sigh through her nose, as if she'd been holding her breath the whole time and effectively melted into those warm, strong arms. With a small chuckle, he rose to his feet, delivering another peck to her kiss-swollen lips before backing towards the door. "Ten o'clock tonight. Be ready, beautiful." A wink of his sparkling blue eye and he was gone. The hospital hallways were eerily silent as Ruby padded her way down the corridor, towards the empty therapy room that she and Caiden often used for their late night rendezvous. As she walked, she fiddled with the heart-shaped pendant dangling from the delicate silver chain draped around her neck; one of the many trinkets Caiden had slipped to her from the hospital lost-and-found collection. Her most lovely accessory, however, was the dreamy smile that turned up the corners of her plump pout; warm with the promise of what the evening would hold. These forbidden excursions were the only thing that kept her going in this terrible place; without Caiden's... friendship, she didn't know what she would've done. Rounding the corner, her excitement bubbled in her belly, making her tingle pleasantly all over. From the open door of the therapy room, she could see a strange glow, almost like the flickering of candlelight. Brows raised, she took a step closer, but before she could move further, a hand clamped over her mouth, yanking her backwards. Gasping, her spine crashed against a wall of solid muscle, a familiar scent invading her nostrils as they flared with her panicked breathing. Grunting, she reached up to pull away the hand, snorting in mock annoyance. "Caiden!" she hissed, spinning around to playfully shove at his chest. "You scared the bejesus out of me!" With a breathless laugh, he wrapped his thick arms around her, dual pythons of tanned skin enveloping her in their bone-crushing grip as he kissed her roughly. The force behind it surprised her, her eyes flying open before they uneasily settled shut. His breath was short, as if he'd been doing something strenuous, and his touches were unusually... grabby. He squeezed and groped; his breath sour with whiskey. It was all just so not like him. Backing up a little, Ruby took a breath, eyes flickering nervously towards the open door. "What's in there?" A flicker of annoyance crossed his face, though he quickly recovered with a smile brighter than a summer sunrise. "Go ahead and see," he chuckled, pushing his hand against the small of her back, guiding her forward. With a confused glance over her shoulder, Ruby shuffled into the room, blinking around. Where they usually set up a few ratty armchairs and the projector for movies was now a large, sagging mattress, placed reverently on the floor, blankets carefully folded back at one corner. A bottle of whiskey, now half empty, rested in a plastic bucket of ice on a nearby table. Ruby turned, staring hard at Caiden, an accusation in her eyes, though she couldn't seem to put it to words. He merely grinned in reply, reaching for her again. "I told you I had something special planned." Ruby's hands flew up, bracing against his broad chest. "But Caiden, we... we've talked about this. I really, really like you and all but... I'm just not... I don't want... I can't... not... that," she finally concluded, gesturing at the mattress, nose wrinkling. "I'm sorry." Caiden made a noise in the back of his throat, somewhere between a scoff and a laugh. "Rube, it's been six months! I mean... come on. I dig that you're not easy but I've put in my time. I think you owe me a little something." Laughing again, he buried his face in the crook of Ruby's neck, hands dipping down to squeeze her rear. "You've put in your... time?" Ruby shot back incredulously, face burning red with indignant anger. "And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" "Means that I've put in... so now you need to put out." Her head shook a little, crimson waves shimmying as she moved. "This isn't you, Caiden... it's because you've been drinking," she murmured, more to convince herself than anyone else. With another mirthless chuckle, he took a step forward, aligning himself directly in the path of her exit. "No, sweetheart, this is what months of sexual frustrations finally coming out looks like. You know how many throats I had to spray in the B ward to keep myself from jumping your bones for this long?" Ruby gasped, her face a perfect mask of disgust as she tried to shove past him, intending to storm back to her room and barricade herself inside. Instead, Caiden shoved back with triple the force, sending her flying backwards. Her heel caught on the edge of the mattress and she tumbled, spine hitting coils hard as her neck snapped back with the momentum of her fall. The blow to the head left her momentarily stunned and before she could recover, he was on top of her, a heavy blanket of muscle pinning her limbs. She tried to scream, but his hand clapped over her mouth, salty sweat coating her lips. His free hand dove between her kicking legs, easily ripping out the drawstring from her hospital-issue pants and slipping inside, tearing her panties to the side. Hot tears streamed down Ruby's face as he pushed his fingers into her, a burning pain, ripping and twisting and digging. His hand, violating her, defiling her, knuckles and nails, her panicked mind zeroing in on the offending part of his anatomy. She just wanted it to move, move, move, get away, to send it through time and space, away from her, each individual bone and joint, just MOVE. It was the odd, cracking noise that alerted her, long before the screams began. A loud splintering and her pain vanished, replaced by a flood of warm liquid coating her thighs, her belly. The weight was gone, breath filling her lungs as the hand left her mouth. Everything had... moved. Opening her eyes, the images she saw next would be forever seared into her brain; her skin slick and shiny with blood, staining the mattress, splattered all over the floor. Chunks of bone and flesh littered the sheets between her spread legs like a pile of bloody vomit. Whimpering, Ruby scrambled backwards, wincing as her foot shoved against the grisly pile. Why was the room so loud? It took her traumatized brain a few long moments to realize it was screaming. Caiden was hunched in the corner, clutching his bloodied stump of an arm with wild eyes. "YOU F***ING BITCH, HOW DID YOU... WHAT DID YOU... I'LL F***ING KILL YOU!" Ruby didn't say a word. Silently, she turned on her heel, padding wetly out of the room. She continued this slow march down the hallway, past her own room, past the empty nurses' station. The locked doors opened of their own volition as she approached, releasing her into the chilled darkness outside.


11/05/2012 04:45 PM 

Code of Behavior.
Current mood:  determined

1. This is a roleplaying account, if you don't know what that is then bye bye! 2. No one-liners. Give me at least 2 paragraphs to work with. I reserve the right to ignore one-liners and poorly written replies. 3. No god-modding. Meaning, do not speak or act for my character. Believe me, you wouldn't be able to predict her next move, so don't even try. 4. I would like to discuss a SL prior to RPing, to make sure we're on the same page and we understand each other's characters. 5. Messages are for SL discussions and whatever OOC talk; Comments are for RP. 6. Be patient and allow me enough time to respond. I'm very busy as I hope most of you are. I don't live online. In fact, I have very little time here but do not fret. All of your well-written comments will be returned. 7. Nobody is perfect, but please try to keep grammar and spelling errors to the minimum. Make sure your reply is legible, or you won't be getting a response from me. 8. If I like your Rping style, you'll get priority replies. So yes, I do play favorites. Deal with it. 9. Romance may happen in our RP. But I warn you, my character is very innocent, so don't expect her to know what love and/or sex are. If your intention is to have sex with her, please find the delete button. Just because my character runs around half naked most of the time, doesn't mean that she is seeking attention. So don't even think about it! Remember, she lives in the jungle where it is over 100 degrees; how do you expect her to dress? LoL. 10. My character was born in the game. She is a jungle girl, which means she grew up and lives there with her exotic friends. She knows very little about city life and visits her old house & family only on occasion. She doesn't trust humans and is a stranger to everything that's outside her jungle. Ex: Don't give her a cell phone, she wouldn't know what to do with it. Unless of course you're in for amusement. 11. IC drama is fine, although my character is not at all dramatic. She is quite content with her life and is not missing out on anything. However, OOC drama is not acceptable. If such happens, I won't hesitate to delete you. Remember this is RP, a game, so treat it as such.

Cʀaᴢᴇᴅ Saʟaᴅ

11/04/2012 07:51 PM 

Rules | Guidelines

I have one rule and it is quite simple, it's the Golden Rule of Life. "Treat others as you wish to be treated."Treat me with respect and I shall do the same to you.This holds accountable under every situation, whether you have issue with my writing or merely want to chat over a storyline.If that can be done, then we'll have a wonderful time together. Many thanks for reading, hope to deal with you soon.~ Crazed Salad's crazed writer.

ᴄ ᴀ ɴ ᴀ ʀ ʏ

11/04/2012 12:34 PM 

Rules | Guidelines

D ɪ s ᴄ ʟ ᴀ ɪ ᴍ ᴇ ʀ:In no way do I claim over the character of Black Canary/Dinah Laurel Lance. She along with any affiliated teams is property of DC comics. S ᴛ ʏ ʟ ᴇ:My writing style tends to stick with Novella writing. I simply love to write - though I can down size my writing to fit the likings of my writing partner. I never, ever require anyone to match my length in writing nor do I shun those who prefer small styles of writing. I try not to be a Grammar Nazi, I know I make mistakes simply because I refuse to proof read - but, text talk, not capitalizing, no punctuation? That simply hurts to read. B ʟ ᴀ ᴄ ᴋ   C ᴀ ɴ ᴀ ʀ ʏ:I have a bit of a different take on Black Canary than the norm. Nothing over the top different but different enough for me to feel the need to mention it. It's been hinted in Pre-52 comics that Dinah was becoming more aggressive with her fighting. She had always been an incredible fighter but she was beginning to pack more of a punch and leaving a few more broken bones. In 52, she's been pronounced as a killer - though she still fights the good fight. Yes, she did kill her husband by screaming in his face at point blank. I severely fan-girled when reading that. But, because of all this I am not having Dinah be your typical little goodie-goodie hero. I am rp'ing her as an Anti-Hero. It's not as if I'm simply making this turn out of the blue, but I am taking the creative liberty of my own to tweak the character to suit my comfort and hopefully have others enjoy as well. I'm not saying that I'll have her simply turn into a killer in every battle she's in, but she'll be a bit more ruthless and just might make the killing move if she has no other choice.Now, with that said.. It sounds like a bit of blending of 52/Pre... Mainly because it is. As I see it, I'll be sticking to the Pre-52 background with a touch of the new. I'm also a HUGE Young Justice nerd so I can just as easily portray that version of her should it be wanted. F ɪ ɢ ʜ ᴛ ɪ ɴ ɢ: Yes, I do battle, group or one one one. I made this page to learn how to do combat fighting better since I had little to no experience prior to this page. So, at first I might suck but we all have to being some where, correct? Rules of fighting? No autoing, no modding.. If you have a problem with my post, don't flip out, just let me know and I'll change it up. No big deal. I may or may not use pictures in my fighting - that's yet to be determined. M ᴀ ɪ ɴ s:I'm not really one for mains, in truth. Just because I have a certain character listed under my 'Connections' section doesn't mean that I won't deal with another - Batman, let's say. I just place names on my pages of people that I think are worthy and deserve a merit of awesomeness. I also have nothing against adding mirrors. ᴛ ʜ ᴇ ʀ   T ʜ ɪ  ɴ ɢ s   T ᴏ  N ᴏ ᴛ ᴇ :I, just like all of you, do have a life. I've recently graduated and now have a full time job working in schools. Aside from that, I have my own, self run, company. I can be very busy at times and I do have a tendency of signing on, leaving online icon on, but not be paying attention. Along side that I am not known the be the fastest replier in the world and with that said... I welcome people to nag me if I'm taking unreasonably long with replies. Things do tend to slip my mind.Also, don't mind the sarcasm. Canary can be bluntly sarcastic as well as I can be. I mean things in fun, no harm. B ɪ ɢ ɢ ᴇ s ᴛ   ʀ ᴜ ʟ ᴇ   ᴏ ғ   ᴀ ʟ ʟ :It's simply a rule of life:"Treat others how you wish to be treated." I don't think I need to explain that. Oh, and just have fun!Thank you for taking the time to read and I hope to get the chance to write with you soon!

Profile closed.

11/04/2012 09:53 PM 

Dear Diary.. The Rules
Current mood:  bouncy

I am not the person in the pictures. This is purely a role-play profile.So.. Let's get to the rules shall we?1. I am not looking for Real Life love.. Sorry guys.. I am married in real life - Happily married.2. When my character is taken - she is Taken do not try and make her cheat. If our characters are dating, please be faithful and I will do the same alright then?3. Drama - I can't cope with it okay? I have enough in my own life, so if you have drama keep it to yourself.4. Stalking.. Don't stalk me or use me as a number. .Seriously? We are here to role-play. So role-play or get off my list, sorry.5. Don't judge - Do Not judge me by this character. I love the show.6. I like to do it AU - So make it our own, hell I think that's more fun right?7. I role-play however the person I'm role-playing with role-plays... I do prefer to avoid one-liners but some people feel more comfortable that way.. I prefer to write paragraph - multi paragraph8. I do have a real life like I said above, I'm married. I also have health issues including my joints dislocate and after A&E visits ETC and putting them back in, I prefer to just rest so bare with me? If you are waiting for me to respond? Message me and please just be patient. 9. I do love cross-overs. Why? Because it makes things more interesting.10. When I edit photos and put them on here - Do not taken them. I will say which ones are edited (in the caption). If you want photos made/edited - Ask?11. Don't be all like "Kills Paige" No killing my character!! Seriously!!12 . I also have other profiles. But I will get onto it okay? So again... Bare with me.13. If you've read the rules... Put you're favourite quote when signing them k?

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