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06/04/2020 12:20 PM 

Bloody Valentine (drabble)

  Cason would be lying if he said his addiction wasn’t getting the best of him. Just last week he made headlines on TMZ about a confrontation that took place in Chicago with one of his stage heads, the report read;”Cason Ecolano who goes by stage name Machine Gun Kelly seemed quite pissed during one of his concerts after his guitar wasn't working, and he took it out on one of his stagehands for which he's now apologized. The Cleveland rapper was performing Friday night at the Credit Union 1 Pavilion in Chicago, where at one point while he and his band were rocking out to MGK's "Hollywood Whore"  an equipment malfunction occurred, and Kelly kinda lost his s*** up there. TMZ got video of the meltdown moment, where Cason realizes his guitar isn't working at a part of the song where it's supposed to (his guitar solo, it seems), and he rushes over to the backstage area to see what's going on confronting a frantic stagehand.” Location: Cason Ecolano’s home studio, Los Angeles California, Monday, May 18th, 2020   GRAB MY HAND, I’M DROWNIN’. I FEEL MY HEART POUNDIN’. WHY HAVEN’T YOU FOUND ME YET?Lanky fingers swirled around the plastic bag that was closed shut, allowing it to fall  back to normal; ocean eyes stuck on the blue pills that occupied the cheap material. Shifting the opening of the bag towards his left palm, he watched as a few of the pills fell into his hand; his tongue spilled from his lips as it attacked his bottom lip in attempt to moisten the dry flesh. ”Cason, come on, man!” A husky voice called out, causing Cason to turn his head and look over his shoulder. ”I’m coming, man. Hold up!” He shouted back as he turned his attention back to the brightly colored pills. Without any hesitation, he shoveled them between his already parted lips, instantly shoving the baggy into the pocket of his leather jacket. Reaching for the bottle of water that was already prepped open for him, he brought the bottle to his lips and took a swig to guide the little devil’s down his throat.Right knee bouncing up and down as the rapper stared out in front of him at the male that was sitting in the swivel chair before him. His left hand occupied the space in front of his face as his teeth absentmindedly gnawed at the nail of his index finger. The conversations that were swirling around him sounded like nothing but mere mumbles that he could barely make out. Once clear vision became blurred, causing the male to drop his head back and guide his free hand up to the bridge of his nose. Fingertips dug at the corners of his eyes in hopes that his world would be brought back before him the way it was intended to be; clear and vivid. Eyes watering, he tried his best to blink away the water that threatened to pour from the rims of his eyes. But Cason’s attention was soon stolen by a quick smack to the back, causing the tall male to shift up and onto his feet. The walk from the couch and into the small booth was a distant memory as his skinny digits instantly shifted up to pull his hood up over his untamed blonde locks. Leaning down to grab the headphones that once occupied the stool next to him, he guided the heavy muffs up to cover his ears.Shifting up towards the mic, the blonde couldn’t help but mutter out ”Ah. My chest hurts..” As the words spilled from his lips, his right hand shifted into his leather jacket and clutched the left side of his chest, blue hues staring at the microphone that was now swaying back and forth before him. The music began to play in the headphones causing the male to shift his arms back behind him, leaning forward as he spoke out ”like it’ll happen again, you’ll be my..” Lyrics falling short, his hand instantly clutched his chest once again, small mumbles escaping his parted lips ”I got chest pains right now.. what the f***.” His hand began to massage at his throbbing chest, not realizing how shallow and rigid his breathing was becoming. Clearing his throat as if it would help his breathing, he maneuvered his arms back behind his back; allowing one hand to grip the opposite wrist. Leaning into the mic once again, the music picked up in his ears once again signaling for him to go ahead and sing, but instead of actual words falling from his lips, they were replaced with jumbled noises causing him to step back and let out a groan. ”My heart started hurtin’.” Cason nearly growled as he looked out towards the thick glass that stood before him and his friends. Blue troubled hues cried out to the dark haired male that stared at his friend helplessly; adverting his eyes over, he caught sight of the short blonde who had covered her mouth with her hands, worry plastered on her face.Lanky frame stumbled forward, causing his face to smack into the mic before him; startling him. Blue hues reappeared as his lids shot open to reveal his glazed eyes. Trying his hardest to focus beyond the glass he noticed that his friends had disappeared from the other side. Stumbling backwards, he caught himself, his hand instantly shifting up this face as his fingertips clawed against the stubble along his jawline. His head shifted from side to side as he heard a voice speak out to him causing him to glance over at the door. An unidentifiable figure came running towards him and before they could reach out to him, the male stumbled backwards once again. On his way down, he reached out and pulled the mic stand down with him; the chord from the headphones ripped out of the jack as his limp body smacked against the floor. ”Someone grab me the Narcan, now!”  


06/03/2020 11:27 PM 

Writing Sample

  The sounds of pursuit faded as Adore maneuvered herself through the crowds in ChinaTown. It was late in the night, the moon was already dominating the city sky, but the nightlife was just starting to crawl out of their apartments and dorms to take to the city. Which was good news for Adore. This gave her the perfect opportunity to blend in and escape the group of men who were currently in pursuit of her.    Her breath hung low in the frigid air, and her right hand went up to evaluate a cut on her arm from where a bullet had grazed her. The deep cut stung as she prodded it through her thick black jacket and every time she moved her arm, needles shot out from all directions. But, she’d live.    Before she could look up from her arm though, she ran into a strong body. She stumbled backwards, and as her emerald eyes looked up to see the familiar face of a man she had been looking for for the past few days, shouts of recognition rang out from behind her. She saw the look of alarm in the man’s eyes, but before he could ask what was going on, Adore grabbed his wrist and dragged him through the crowds.    “I’ll answer your questions later. For right now, follow me,” Adore told the man as she wove them both through the crowd, looking for a good place to hide.    She found an alleyway and ran into it dragging the man behind her and forced him to hide behind some dumpsters with her. She kept herself strategically in front of him so if they were found, she could protect him easier. Once she heard the sounds of running footsteps fade away, she peeked out behind the dumpsters to check to make sure they weren’t being followed any more.    When she realized the coast was clear, she leaned back against the dumpster and let out a long sigh before standing up holding out her good hand to help the man up.    “So, this might take some explaining but,” she paused and gave the man a smile, “My name is Adore Angel. The men who were chasing us just now? They’re called the MRO. They’re a group of illegal scientists and doctors who are trying to create the perfect humanoid species to take over the world. I was actually one of their experiments. I’ve created an army to hopefully put a stop to their war, but there’s just one more problem. They know about you, just like I do. They know about your powers, and now, I want to ask for your help in defeating them.”


06/03/2020 10:46 PM 


  Respect. This one is literally the most basic I can get. And it's the most important rule. This rule says that I will change any other rule if I feel necessary in order to respect someone else's rules. I'm not saying I will change my rules all the time but if I feel like I am disrespecting someone with one of my rules, I will take into consideration to change that rule either temporarily or permanently. But the same goes both ways. I will respect EVERYONE as long as they respect me. And this is basic kindergarten logic people, I don't think I should have to explain what respect is. You know what is and isn't respect, so just do it.  Be literate. Please? Okay, so I have some friends who are paragraph writers. I don't mind writing in paragraphs some times. But please do not be lazy and don't do texting language and please don't lower yourself to only writing a sentence or two. That's how people get ignored.  No erotic! I do not like erotic. Like, at all. To me, it's demeaning and it doesn't feel right. I'm not an online role-play sex toy and if any of you want/think I am, I will have a serious problem with you. I do romance, but only with certain characters. I am exceedingly picky on who I do romance with or not. The chances of me wanting to do a romance with you is like 1 in a 10 chance. So please don't be disappointed if I don't do romance either.  If you send me a friend request, you do the greeting. I don't care if it's in messages or comments, I will respond to either. But I will tell you, if it starts in Comments, I will more then likely ask to come to messages. I just prefer messages better. But I understand that some people like to have OOC in comments and role play in messages.  I do not care if OOC is in messages during the role-play, or in comments. I really don't. Either way, it is difficult to mix up OOC in a role-play. It's the different between: The battle was bloody and people were dying (etc.) vs. OOC: Hey! What's up? You can tell what is what. It's not that hard. I feel like if it's difficult to tell the two apart, then we are not doing good in our roleplay. 


06/03/2020 08:23 PM 

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06/03/2020 08:10 PM 

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