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10/01/2012 07:45 PM 

Angelus

Name: AngelusAge: Looks 28 but is really about 1,000Gender: MaleSpecies: DragonHair Color: Shoulder length gray hairEye Color: RedSexual Orientation: Gay/SekeStatus: SingleOccupation: Was a prince till his father banished for being a vegetarian but now is the guardain of a nearby forestHomeTown: unknownTattoos: big black dragon wings on his back.

The Doctor

09/27/2012 01:54 PM 

RULES.

I bit of a note before I begin. If my profile appears strange, the culprit would mostly be because you are using Internet Explorer and IE is every browser's retarded cousin. My profile is best viewed in Mozilla Firefox, Safari and Chrome, because those browsers make sense. Thanks.1. I am a Novella writer- To me that means I write, at the very least, ten paragraphs per comment. I prefer quality however, so if you know that yours dwindles after a certain point, don't go on boring me with fillers just to make the cut. Send me what feels right and all should be fine. On that note I will not write with anyone who has a policy of READ WRITE DELETE. I did not just send you twenty paragraphs for it to be deleted in a few days. 2. I have an 18+ rating- This character deals with very adult themes. I believe that is self explanatory, but if you need it spelled out for you, it means I write:  Death, gore, sex, drugs and rock and roll. This also means that I am not shy about these things. I RP in comments and discuss in messages. I will not switch to messages when a sex scene comes up. I will fuck in journals and in comments. If that is something you do not want to see then don't read them. I believe that sex is necessary for character development in a story and I have no problems with people reading my storylines which includes any possible sex. Switching to messages when a sex scene comes up and going back to comments when it's over just seems like cyber-sex to me and is fucking retarded. 3. Don't steal- I know that The Doctor is a character from a television show and therefore not my property, however please refrain from copying my writing or any AU information I may include upon my page.  Do not take any photos/gifs or navigation links I may edit from my page, as I have worked on them for a long time and it's just rude. 4. I don't do RL drama- Unless we become close and you're informing me in messages (or aim) I don't care what your boyfriend, or best friend, or mom has done to you. I also don't care about your issues with other roleplayers which are not my concern. I'm not here to protect anyone who starts fights who I just met over the internet, and if you start that kind of shit, I will kindly see my way out of it. RP drama is a must, but I draw the line there. 5. I am a Multi-Storyline account- I am no one's husband, unless I state otherwise. I am not cheating on anyone. Every storyline is unique.  I will roleplay any Doctor you may prefer as well as an AU Twelfth Doctor (with Gerard Way as plaby) for entirely new adventures. 6. Be creative- Don't let these rules intimidate you. I like to think I can be a pretty nice person when you get to know me. So don't be afraid to speak to me. I prefer to discuss storylines so please message me and talk to me about any ideas you may have, and I will do my best to work with you to create a good connection. I would prefer it if I wasn't sent premade starters, because it just reveals that you may be unable to reply with a comment of the same quality after I've taken the time to give you a unique reply. Every storyline is different. Nobody meets the same way every time. 7. If you showed interest send the starter- For the most part, I believe that if you've added me you should send the starter. Sometimes I may break this rule if I'm feeling creative and truly long to write with someone and I may write the starter. I have a tendency to write a lot (which ranges at about 8-20 paragraphs, but I have done much more.) So I don't want my time to be wasted on someone who won't reply accordingly. If you cannot handle that, don't bother. I'm definitely not here to one-line, or talk in text speech. 8. Use proper spelling and grammar- Do try to speak English. I am not perfect and I will make mistakes, but I at least attempt to be coherent. Use spell check, it is readily available on just about every writing program. Re-read before sending comments to me and edit them. It is greatly appreciated. -Now I understand that for some people, English may be their second language, and for cases like this I will not complain so long as I know that what they've sent is the absolute best they could do. In short, don't half ass what you send to me and all will be fine. 9. No Godmoding- I believe we should all try to be as fair as we can. I know that this is hard to do with a world full of bloodthirsty vampires, lazer gun wielding aliens, animalistic werewolves, terrifying demons and powerful gods, but it is possible to write with each other without always trying to one up one another. Fighting just goes on forever otherwise and I'm very picky about choosing fights. I won't rip out your spine (I may blow you into space however) and I expect the same courtesy. On that note, don't write for my character, it's fine and dandy to write out responses to actions my character has done, or even to say you watched me do it, but not until after I've done it. In other words don't say you watched me dance around in a chicken suit when in my last comment I haven't even put the suit on yet. Small things like pulling me in a certain direction by the hand are fine though. I mean how else would we get anywhere? 10. No butting in where you don't belong- I post a lot of journals, but they're not necessarily for everyone. I understand that journals are much more public than messages or comments, and I really don't mind people reading them, so as long as I don't address anyone specifically they are free game. However if I express that a journal is for someone else, please keep from throwing in your two cents. If it is written that I am speaking in the privacy of my own room with another character, there's no way you could ever see the conversation even if it is in journals. So move on, and don't respond unless you're called upon, no matter how the journal may make you feel. Feel free to laugh or respond to any random banter you find amusing however. 11. Be patient- Did I mention I hate people who complain? That includes people who rush me for replies. I answer people as quickly as possible, but I do have a life outside of RP and several other characters that demand my attention. I also like to take my time, because I refuse to send people crap. If I am taking longer than usual, I will message you and tell you why. Don't rush me, don't posts statuses saying things like, "Comments people!" "I'm bored!" "Pay attention to me!" "No one's talking!" It is annoying, and I will delete you. I can't stand attention whores. 12. I am here to Roleplay-I am on this site because I long to role play, so don't ask me stupid questions like "Do you want to roleplay?" I will delete you. This is a Roleplaying site, what the bloody hell do you think I want to do? Catch my interest, send me a storyline idea and I will add to it. Send me an interesting starter and I will reply. That is what I'm here for.-The Doctor.

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⸶Buffy/Angel Blogs ⸷

09/22/2012 11:19 PM 

SHROUDED LEGENDS

Death lies in wait amidst the fog's filmy, gray skirts.  Concealed in those luminous veils, it stands patiently, scythe in hand, ready for any passersby.   Low-lying tule fog that forms during California's late fall and winter is the leading cause of weather-related traffic deaths in the Golden State.  On a foggy morning in November  1996, in the southbound lane of Highway 99 south of Fresno, a semi-truck and trailer braked hard to avoid something the driver thought he saw at the limits of his headlights in the fog.  The truck fishtailed and rolled.  Immediately a Dodge SUV, three passenger vehicles, and a flat-bed truck hauling bales of hay crashed headlong into the overturned semi.  Other drivers, plying through the fog at speeds much too fast for the limited visibility, followed suite, slamming at frightful velocity into the growing rubble of cars and trucks.  Before it was done, 132 vehicles lay in a smoky, twisted ruin, 29 were dead and another 67 were seriously injured. So when the fog descends, the mood of an average Californian descends with it, graying into caution with just a pinch of frightfulness.  Sunnydale, California lies north of Los Angeles, just outside of the San Fernando Valley, far enough east from the Pacific to avoid most of the coastal fog that plagues seaside communities such as Ventura and Santa Barbara, but well south of the Central Valley where tule fog consorts with the Reaper to occasionally maim and kill drivers en mass on Interstate 5 and old Highway 99.  So when a cloying, dense fog descended upon Sunnydale in late September 1998, the populace thought it was odd, but they'd seen many an odd thing in that California town, and events and entities much scarier than bad weather. What they didn't expect though, were the creatures that drifted into town with the fog, that were cohorts or products of the lowering gray mists just as surely as Death lurks in the wispy veils of tule fog that collect and converge into catastrophes on the highways of the Central Valley.   In the alley behind the Bronze, the fog crept and slithered among the shadows, sending tendrils out to seemingly explore dank corners and doorways, boiling up in places while stretching out amoeba-like in others.  Monsters emerging from the fog on a moonlit night is an over-used clich�.  Worse yet is to have some worn-out stereotype take shape and materialize out of the gray nothingness.  But that's exactly what happened on that late September eve.  Count Dracula, his black silken cape swirling about his feet, steps from the fog, his eyes hauntingly mesmerizing and glowing in the dark.   This is Bela Lugosi's Count Dracula in every detail, from his thick, greased back hair to Lugosi's famous malevolent smirk.  But the Count isn't the only instantly-recognizable monster on the prowl tonight.  Across town near the high school, Frankenstein's monster lumbers out of the fog, holding his huge, stitched-together hands out straight.  And in the cemetery, the Mummy is searching for the Book of Amun-Ra, dragging one damaged foot behind it as it maneuvers among the headstones.  Our story begins on 22 September 1998.  It's Buffy and the gang's senior year in high school.  They are still months away from Mayor Richard Wilkin's ascension and the fateful graduation ceremony that brings high school to an explosive finale.   Rupert Giles is in the library.  Its mid-morning and he's fretting over some disturbing news in the Sunnydale paper.  Of course, the library is devoid of students.  It's just Giles and his musty books.  Outside, it's another sunny and bright California day.  The fog and the things that dwell within it have retreated into the shadows until nightfall. Story Lead:  Giles  

Ken Anderson 🪨

09/14/2012 01:48 PM 

Episode 4

WWE - still no words when the shows will be back on hitting but it will be soon and keep everyone updated Saints Row - Storyline for the franchise is in the process by Michael Cole who plans on making it a hit and updates GTA III will have more to come OVW - looks like OVW will be having some guests and its true current superstars Brett DiBiase, Cody Rhodes, Daniel Bryan, Dolph Ziggler and diva Layla will be taking part of the next up coming events as also Vickie Guerrero makes her return

Katarina (M&L Spike)

09/12/2012 11:42 PM 

A Few Rules

These rules are for the new people to my list.1. Let's start with the obvious. It is a point everyone feels they need to make. I am not Sophia Bush.  I am a roleplayer. This is a roleplay page. 2. Grammar is highly appreciated. I don't want to need a translator to understand what you are writing. 3. Please don't take things. It is just rude. Although all roleplayers have content they have found on the net on their pages, they may have taken time and effort fixing it for their endeavors. If you want something from my pages. Please just ask.4.ABSOLUTELY NO DRAMA! This is the most important rule of them all. This supposed to be fun. It is suppose to be about writing, not about how many people are on your list. Or who is friends with who.  There is no reason to threaten people you do not like over something you could just let go.       You have a problem with another roleplayer discuss it with that roleplayer. Do not message everyone you know about it airing dirty laundry. Try to resolve it amongst yourselves like adults, before speaking to others. All one is doing is making others look bad and stirring up trouble which is childish.  Do not take everything so personally. You may just be taking it wrong. Sometimes it is best just to let things go. I know how easy it is to get emotionally wrapped up here. This is a fictional play land. Nothing here is going to detrimentally ruin your life. 5. I am highly selective. There is no need to put people on my list that I have no intention of roleplaying with. I do not have time. I may avoid people that have tendencies of ignoring my rules. I may delete people. It doesn't happen often. Whatever the reason is it isn't something personal.  I should not have to justify my actions.  There is no one on this site that I have a personal problem with.  I do not need the whole site on my list. 6. I will not be BULLIED! Do not ask friends to make me do something.  Do not keep pushing me to do something. Do not take actions that may try and force me to do something. I WILL NOT DO IT. 7. My character is taken and faithful. She belongs to one of the greatest Spikes out there. Except no substitutes. 8. Please don't ask me about rl. If I feel that you should know something I will tell you. I do not discuss my rl with everyone.

THE FATHER

09/10/2012 11:41 PM 

Rules.

1. I am a Novella writer- To me that means I write, at the very least, ten paragraphs per comment. I prefer quality however, so if you know that yours dwindles after a certain point, don't go on boring me with fillers just to make the cut. Send me what feels right and all should be fine. On that note I will not write with anyone who has a policy of READ WRITE DELETE. I did not just send you twenty paragraphs for it to be deleted in a few days. 2. I have an 18+ rating- This character deals with very adult themes. I believe that is self explanatory. 3. Don't steal- I was inspired by a various number of things so I see no issues in drawing inspiration from something especially in RP but please refrain from copying my story or taking any photos/gifs I may edit from my page, as I have worked on them for a long time and it's just rude otherwise. 4. I don't do RL drama- Unless we become close and you're informing me in messages (or aim) I don't care what your boyfriend, or best friend, or mom has done to you. I also don't care about your issues with other roleplayers which are not my concern. I'm not here to protect anyone who starts fights who I just met over the internet, and if you start that kind of sh*t, I will kindly see my way out of it. RP drama is a must, but I draw the line there. 5. I am a Multi-Storyline account- I am no one's husband, unless I state otherwise. I am not cheating on anyone. Every storyline is unique. God loves all his creations. 6. Be creative- Don't let these rules intimidate you. I like to think I can be a pretty nice person when you get to know me. So don't be afraid to speak to me. I prefer to discuss storylines so please message me and talk to me about any ideas you may have, and I will do my best to work with you to create a good connection. I would prefer it if I wasn't sent premade starters, because it just reveals that you may be unable to reply with a comment of the same quality after I've taken the time to give you a unique reply. Every storyline is different. Nobody meets the same way every time. 7. If you showed interest send the starter- For the most part, I believe that if you've added me you should send the starter. Sometimes I may break this rule if I'm feeling creative and truly long to write with someone and I may write the starter. I have a tendency to write a lot (which ranges at about 8-20 paragraphs, but I have done much more.) So I don't want my time to be wasted on someone who won't reply accordingly. If you cannot handle that, don't bother. I'm definitely not here to one-line, or talk in text speech. 8. Use proper spelling and grammar- Do try to speak English. I am not perfect and I will make mistakes, but I at least attempt to be coherent. Use spell check, it is readily available on just about every writing program. Re-read before sending comments to me and edit them. It is greatly appreciated. -Now I understand that for some people, English may be their second language, and for cases like this I will not complain so long as I know that what they've sent is the absolute best they could do. In short, don't half ass what you send to me and all will be fine. 9. No Godmoding- I believe we should all try to be as fair as we can. I know that this is hard to do with a world full of bloodthirsty vampires, animalistic werewolves, terrifying demons and powerful gods, but it is possible to write with each other without always trying to one up one another. Fighting just goes on forever otherwise and I'm very picky about choosing fights. I won't rip out your spine or blow you into space and I expect the same courtesy. On that note, don't write for my character, it's fine and dandy to write out responses to actions my character has done, or even to say you watched me do it, but not until after I've done it. In other words don't say you watched me f*** a chicken when in my last comment I haven't even taken my c*ck out yet. Small things like pulling me in a certain direction by the hand are fine though. I mean how else would we get anywhere? 10. No butting in where you don't belong- I post a lot of journals, but they're not necessarily for everyone. I understand that journals are much more public than messages or comments, and I really don't mind people reading them, so as long as I don't address anyone specifically they are free game. However if I express that a journal is for someone else, please keep from throwing in your two cents. If it is written that I am speaking in the privacy of my own room with another character, there's no way you could ever see the conversation even if it is in journals. So move on, and don't respond unless you're called upon, no matter how the journal may make you feel. Feel free to laugh or respond to any random banter you find amusing however. 11. Be patient- Did I mention I hate people who complain? That includes people who rush me for replies. I answer people as quickly as possible, but I do have a life outside of RP and several other characters that demand my attention. I also like to take my time, because I refuse to send people crap. If I am taking longer than usual, I will message you and tell you why. Don't rush me, don't posts statuses saying things like, "Comments people!" "I'm bored!" "Pay attention to me!" "No one's talking!" It is annoying, and I will delete you. I can't stand f***ing attention whores. 12. I am here to Roleplay- I am on this site because I long to role play, so don't ask me stupid f***ing questions like "Do you want to roleplay?" I will delete you. This is a Roleplaying site, what the bloody hell do you think I want to do? Catch my interest, send me a storyline idea and I will add to it. Send me an interesting starter and I will reply. That is what I'm here for. "Prayer is the soul's sincere desire, Uttered or unexpressed; The motion of a hidden fire That trembles in the breast." -The Deliverer

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Beyond Birthday

09/07/2012 06:56 PM 

Updated Rules
Current mood:  annoyed

As I am tired of the general bullshit I have encountered here, I have decided it was about time to update this shit. If you can't handle what's written here, get the fuck out and stay away from me. I will not deal with you and your ignorance any longer.Eventually, these will be posted in my profile. I need to figure out how to adjust the size of the location first.The Rules;1. I don't add numbers.2. You pick a character you want to roleplay with.3. If you are a multi-character account then YOU pick one of your characters that you want me to rp with.4. If you add me, you speak first. If I add you, I'll speak first. I get rid of people who don't speak or respond to me after a weeks time. If there is something I should know about that would prevent you from speaking with me for a certain time, you better be damn sure to tell me if you want to stay here.5.OOC goes in comments, Roleplays go in messages. You send me an ooc in messages without previous discussion of it and I get rid of you. Simple as that.6.My roleplays are multi-para to novella. Rarely will I do anything else. Can't make the cut? Don't roleplay with me.7. Can't follow these then fuck off.

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ℳia Chiva

09/07/2012 06:10 PM 

Family Meeting

Splatter Phoenix

09/04/2012 12:33 PM 

Meeting spot: Splatter Phoenix and Nyghtshade

The meeting spot that Nyghtshade was requested to be at was desolate, quiet, and had an ominous feeling in the air. 

The Horror.

09/01/2012 05:07 PM 

Saints of Chaos (Interview #4)

SAINTS OF CHAOS MAGAZINE INTERVIEW.S.O.C staffer Andy Rotten recently sat down with Michael and Felix from The Cursed on their backstage break at Luigi's Fungarden, to discuss the current "High Voltage Punx" Festival which only features the best of the underground hardcore, post-hardcore, and punk bands, as well as details about their past experiences with their band, their first EP, crazy tour stories, and more. Let's start with that's going on right now, how is the "High Voltage Punx" festival going? I figured it's pretty epic as from I can tell right now. Felix: You could say that our mind's are equally blown. [Laughs]Haha! Nice, I can only imagine how you guys feel. This is your first time being in one of these right? I mean, you guys must be f***ing stoked! Micheal: Yeah man, the mini-tour has been pretty f***ing awesome. I think it actually exceeded our expectations. We didn't think people would've even given it much attention, but it's been insane. The underground scene is a much bigger movement than what we thought. I can't even believe the turn-outs on some of the days. After we did the signing at our booth last night, we just had the realization that sh*t was gonna be f***ing crazy. Felix: Yeah! We could've had a f***in' show with just the kids from the signing at our booth. There were that many kids. We never even pictured ourselves being that popular. I thought we were gonna have like... no one. Maybe ten kids tops? [Laughs]Michael: I'd just like to thank Ronnie for making this possible. This festival would never exist without him, and none of us would've really been here. It's nice to know that someone cares enough for the underground scene.Yeah, I see that surrounding all this hype with fellow tour-mates, two of you have disappeared. Felix: [Laughs] Oh yeah, Jeremy and Jason decided to roam around and meet some of the bands. We've met a lot of new people at High Voltage; they've all been pretty cool. It's nice to make friends with other people who have things in common with you. Just starting out, you know? Trying their best to get their name's out there a little more. Totally stoked about being here. It's even cooler when you meet others that are fans of your own band, haha. Michael: Yeah, there's bands here that have literally just started a few months ago, but they've been so good, that they were thrown in this festival. Like, LowONgas, they're pretty much starting out. And kids love them, but their fan base isn't as big as some of the other bands, and some of the new fans just don't get into them much at first. I mean, they all watch and clap, which is awesome. It's just, I think it's gonna take a little time for them to grown on the fans. Felix: It's so shocking, they put on such a crazy show, and it's such a different kind of sound. You just wanna watch and be mesmerized. They've got a lot of soul, and they truly won a spot in this scene, we're stoked for them. They're pretty cool kids, and we just know they're gonna blow-up big. I can completely agree with that. I've heard of them before, and I actually interviewed them a few days back at Casa De Chaos. But, right, about you guys - I heard you guys have an EP and it's been doing really well since you guys decided to release it.  Do you think there's any misunderstood songs in your album? Maybe people take the context presented the wrong way? Felix: Yeah, there's actually a lot of misunderstanding with our music, but I'd have to say that most of the lyrics I write are pretty straight up. I don't know. Writing lyrics for The Cursed is very emotional, you know? My lyrics are a lot of emotions that I'm not proud of. I put everything into my songs, just all my pure and raw aggression. Like "Fifth Period Massacre," the song's about a kid who sees no way out but to take revenge. So he takes a gun to school and kills everybody. Point blank. But, the song isn't really condoning violence, I think. It's not saying that that's the only way, or the right way out. It's just about someone who just can't deal with it anymore. Someone whose parents' don't listen, whose school is a piece of sh*t; no one cares, the kids' are f***in' a**holes, and they make him wanna die every day that he goes there. No one talks about this sort of sh*t from the kid's point of view. No one asks what made them feel the way that they did? What drove them to destroy? And like, there's just so much sh*t going on, and people just like to pretend that it's not happening. It sucks, and I'm f***in' tired of it. Have you ever even fired a gun? Felix: Uhm, yeah. I've fired a gun, and I loved it. [Laughs]Any other song you want to speak about?Felix: There's "Murder was the Case They Gave me." I won't even beat around the bush with this one. It was written for an ex-girlfriend, which I'll keep the name to myself for the sake of privacy. But, this one's pretty straight to the point, if you just listen to the lyrics. I'm standing outside of her house, thinking about what my next move is going to be, clenching my fist as "my blood runs cold." I'm waiting for the day to die, and the night to fall, "I'll seize the day by the throat and watch it die." And then what happens next is pretty much f***in' brutal, and I know a lot of people wouldn't like it, but I rape her while I push her face into the dirt.  "This one's for old times," "I'll take my time," "maybe you'll learn when the dirt fills your lungs." But then, I realize that leaving her alive after this would only get me caught, "oh the stories you'd tell." So then, I kill her, but before I do, I tell her a few last words, "I am your nightmare, I am the shape in the dark, I am your ending," and then I set her house on fire to get rid of any evidence. "I'm burning down your house now," "ashes to ashes." -- Then you know, "God knows, I've had better," is your happy f***in' ending. I guess. [Laughs]I could tell you can hold a grudge. Haha!Felix: [Laughs] I really f***in' can, but this isn't condoning rape and murder either. If I tell you to jump off a bridge, would you do it? I mean, the point is, I wanted to write songs from my gut. Something that means something, not just useless bullsh*t, you know? I actually would've wanted to play this one at our church back in Jersey, but uh... we don't go there anymore. [Laughs]Are there any topics that you guys haven't covered yet in a song but want to cover in the future? Felix: I guess something a little more positive, like sh*t would get better type of thing. Michael: Yeah, a lot of kids hit is up about really serious situations they're going through. You know, thoughts of suicide, depression, a lot of f***ed up sh*t they're going through, and they tell us that they confide in our music. It helps them get rid of that anger and that lonely feeling. Like they aren't the only ones who feel this way about the world, we wanna keep them in mind when we're creating music.Felix: Definitely, so I just wanna be able to write something that tells them not to give up. Like, life has been sh*t but if I could pull through, so could you type of thing. The world could f***in' destroy us, but we need to survive. We're no different from you guys, and I like to stand as the reminder that the world isn't better off without you. We live in f***ed-up and dangerous times, we have to break through and carry on. Remember, when life gives you lemons, start a f***in' band. [Laughs]Wow, those are some deep words. Haha, well, are their any songs you guys are most proud of? Like one of those kind of songs that ten years ago you never could've imagined creating? Felix: For me, there's one song that's not really on the EP, but it's called "One hundred Sleepless Nights." It was a change in the sound and the lyrics. We kept it a little more mellow and didn't do a lot of things to it. Usually our songs have a million elements, and tons of crazy sh*t. But this song we were like, "Okay! We're just gonna tone it down a bit." We just made it real simple. Do you believe that you're challenging yourself and growing as a lyricist?Felix: Well, yeah. I mean, you have to, right? I can't just be the guy standing up on stage, getting hurt, thrashing around, and jumping onto speakers and on Jason's drums. I can't just speak into the mic about anything in particular. I'm ready to do everything, and be everything that I have inside. I have a lot more to give. So much sh*t that inspires me. And honestly, and I'm hoping I'm using the correct wording here. It's not meant to offend the fans or anything, but I write for myself. I mean, my lyrics are being put out there to be interpreted however the f*** you want to. You know? And I make music for the kids, and I hope I can leave that imprint and have my lyrics mean something to them, but I'd be bored as sh*t if I wasn't writing for me. It's a really f***ed up way to put it, but yeah. I'd be bored as sh*t if I were writing for anyone else. Like, I write about me. About sh*t that's happened to me, and sh*t that I've gone through and experienced. About how I feel about the world and society, and hell - even sh*t that's happened to my friends and sh*t. I don't write about some people I don't know and sh*t I don't know about - like cancer or whatever. I don't know anything about that, you know? I basically just write about the things I know. You can't be poetic in that case, you can't apply words to what you haven't experienced. You could be the best speaker of all time, but when you have no f***in' idea what you're talking about, people see right through that.  No, of course. It makes sense, it's your feelings, your emotions, not anyone else'. You can't write out the emotions of anyone else, but yourself. Felix: My point exactly! At least you got it. Would you guys ever want to sell out and be more than just an underground band?Mike: We always get asked this question, and the answer's still the same. We feel happy with where we are. We can manage our own things, and just be ourselves. We don't have to censor anything and limit ourselves to anything. We can just chill out and do things in our own time, and we can even interact with our fan base so much better than any of those big, famous bands, you know? Felix: Yeah, I mean - I rather shoot myself in the f***in' head, honestly. We've had so many offers, and it's crazy. But, I'm like, I rather die than be famous. I mean, those people think they're so cool because they're famous. If you're not famous, they don't even want to talk to you. There's so many people like that, and I rather not become part of that group. Like, I enjoy letting the fans be part of our world. F*** pretending like we're perfect, because we're not. We make mistakes, and it's nice to know that we're still loved despite our imperfections. We're loved for us.Speaking of love, some of your songs are based on that, but they're really hard to figure out, like are they about love or hate? Felix: [Laughs] They're whatever you want them to be. It's a "f*** you," or an "I love you so f***in' much." It could be, "I'm f***in' outta here," as much as it could be, "I'm never leaving you, you're my everything." My songs about those sort of emotions seem to border in between most of the time. Like, one moment they'll be all like, "get the f*** out," and then the next, it's like, "I can't live without you." I found out that love is one of the most important parts of hate, and vice versa. Like, you can't really love someone completely without fully hating them, at least at some point in your life. Hating everything about them, and understanding why you hate those things. That's what makes you love them so much. Love without hate isn't real. If that makes any sense. Agreed. So, what has been the craziest thing to happen to you guys on tour so far? Michael: I decided to down a bottle of NyQuil 'cause I was really sick about a week ago, and I couldn't stop throwing up. We got on stage and all I did was open my mouth and puke like f***ing crazy. A friend of ours, Tommy, from Lab Rats, had to fill in for me, because I was just all kinds of f***ed-up.Felix: Haha! Oh my god yeah, I remember that. Oh, and we can't forget Jeremy. He's usually really quiet, but he got so sh*t-faced about two days ago, and he decided to skateboard around the park shirtless, and screaming "I'm a goofy mango!" At the top of his f***in' lungs, it was f***in' hilarious. [Laughs]Michael: Hahaha! Now everyone calls him goofy mango boy. [Laughs]Felix: Ahahaha! Yeah, oh! And what happened to me. F***, I'm always getting in some sort of f***in' trouble. So, I get really drunk, and I pass the f*** out, I don't even know where. But, I know I wake up to some kids woo-ing and some girl telling me to grab her titties. So, I'm like what the f***? Where am I? My eyes open up and I'm passed out in some van, with some blonde chick on top of me, nearly about to rape me, so I push her off and get myself out of the van, and she's all like, "what the f***?" blah-blah-blah. And I'm like, "dude, you're drunk," and she's all like -Michael: I don't drink, I'm a virgin! [Laughs]Felix: [Laughs] Yes! And then she like, stumbles out of the van after me and just starts throwing up SO much. Then she looks at me and is all like, "whatever! You were ugly anyways!" And walked off. Haha! WHAT. THE. F***. Oh my god, really? Haha! That's crazy. Alright, at what point did the band begin to click? You know, like, when did everything begin to fall together for you guys? Felix: It's been quite a journey for us. Like, we always wanted to start a band. It was a thing for me and Mikey. Our parents were a huge influence to us, and it was just the environment we grew up in. We always wanted to do something that people could dance to, but we couldn't help it - the moment we'd start playing, we'd just tap into being rockstars. Mikey and I played our first mini-show in the back of my parents' van at some church festival. Haha, it was Mikey on guitar and I was on vocals; our first band Shut up! And then like, when we finally grew up, and we ended up over in California; The Cursed happened. And like, we didn't just decide to make up some name and put together a band. It meant something to us, I had sh*t to say that I wanted to share with the world, and we gradually made our way up to where we are right now. We're like a family. Michael: Yeah, and I think that's what's different about us. Even when we went in search for a bassist. We reached out to our fans, and I love that our fans are so dedicated. Jeremy was just our fan, and now he's part of our little dysfunctional family. Like, I remember he was all like, "dude, I saw you guys a year ago with my girlfriend at Pleasure Palace. You guys were just starting off." Felix: Yeah, that was the first venue we played at, no one knew us, and people see us now and they're all like, "I remember when you guys were just opening acts, and no one knew who you were. You guys kept going and going and finally you guys are up here with the top bands in the underground scene and all these kids are here to see you guys." A lot of people don't notice it, but it's definitely crazy to think that we started from the bottom and just built up to having this f***in' awesome fan base that know our songs, our names, it's just a great f***in' feeling when you can hold the mic out and the crowd could sing your song without any help. It didn't happen overnight, and we know so many kids in our fan base as friends. A lot of them have been here since day one.Michael: They basically grew up with us.Felix: Yeah, pretty much. It's just crazy to see from playing to the 10 kids that knew who we were, until now. What's is the next step for The Cursed? Felix: Well, we're definitely gonna keep the ball rolling this time. We're not dropping this, not when we've gotten so far, you know? Hell, we might even come out with another mini-album. We've been thinking about it a lot, and we've also been coming up with new songs, I've been writing lyrics like crazy, lately. We have a little studio going on in our basement back home, so on our free time, we practice and do a lot of recording. And I always wanted to publish a lyrics, poetry, or comic book. Or maybe it could just be a little bit of all three, you know? I'm sure fans would like that.  Haha, I have one that I'm slowly writing, my notebook is full of ideas, but it's still not ready enough for exposure. I mean, we're always looking towards the future, and putting our best foot forward, we try to make everything better than the last. But, you know - we always keep sh*t fun. We don't really plan much of what we do, it just kind of happens. Wow! Awesome, well, I should probably get going, being that I have to interview a few other bands too, haha. So, any closing words for the fans? Felix: Don't do drugs.Michael: Brush your teeth and eat your vegetables and always give twenty percent for tips. Don't do ten. Don't be that guy. Go twenty. Felix: [Laughs] Oh! And wear condoms, but only on weekends though, 'cause Monday's through Friday's are definitely safe enough for unprotected sex. Everyone knows girl's can't get pregnant during the week. Haha. Michael: [Laughs and shakes head] Worst advice ever... -Interview by Andy Rotten. Saints Of Chaos �

Daydream {MCRP}

08/26/2012 05:26 PM 

Shino Kurokaze

Name: Shino KurokazeAlias(s): The Blind Samurai of the ForestSex: MaleRace/Species: HumanAge: 26Birthday: December 18thSign: SagittariusFamily: All deceased. Taken in by foster parents.Birthplace: JapanOccupation: HunterHeight: 5'8"Weight: 155 lbs.Eye Color: NoneHair: BlackWeapons/Equipment: KatanaAttributes: Master swordsman, expert tracker and hunter, kendo master, iaijutsu master, master of kenjutsu, heightened sense of smell, touch, hearing and taste due to loss of sight.Bio:Born in a fairly sizable village, Shino was one of the few shining stars as a member of the village's prestigious school of swordsmanship. A child prodigy, he was gifted in the art of the sword and had a bright future before as a samurai in service to the daimyo.Unfortunately, fate had struck a cruel hand.One night, the village had come under attack by a group of rogue samurai, that had taken up banditry. The village was burned to the ground and many innocents were slaughtered. Shino and his fellow students had attempted to defend their homestead, but were quickly overwhelmed and defeated. One by one, Shino watched as his classmates were executed, along with his master, until only he remained. He faced his would-be executioners with a steely gaze. This proved to be his undoing. The bandit leader claimed to dislike the look in Shino's eyes...and ordered them cut out. Shino was spared and left for dead in the remains of his village.For days he wandered the road, blind and in excruciating pain. He was found on the side of the road by a farmer that was returning from a trip from the neighboring village. The man took pity on Shino and brought him along too his farm. He and his wife tended his wounds and nursed him back to health, but Shino was broken. His home was gone, his family was gone, and his eyes were gone. Any hope he had of becoming a samurai was lost to him. Even being offered a home amongst the farmer's family did little to ease the shame he felt. He may not have been samurai, but more than once Shino had considered the idea of seppuku, ritual suicide. One day the thoughts became more and Shino had blindly wandered into the nearby forest to die alone. Unbeknownst to him, he was followed by the farmer, who stopped Shino before he managed to commit the act. He revealed to Shino that wasn't always a farmer, he was in fact once a samurai. He convinced Shino that all was not lost and vowed to teach him to overcome his affliction and become a truly splendid swordsman.For five years, Shino learned to fight with a blade once more without the use of sight. He learned to listen to world around him for the slightest sounds, to follow the most benign of scents, to feel the shifts in weight of his blade and the vibrations of his attacks. He trained himself into peak condition, way beyond what he had before he lost his eyes. By the time Shino finished his training, his loss of sight had transformed from his greatest liability, to his greatest asset.His tutelage complete, Shino bid his new family farewell to start a life of his own, free of fear. For how can one fear what they cannot see?

Astrɨd B. [hiatus]

08/25/2012 08:03 PM 

Survival Guide.

Disclaimer: I'm sure I don't have to even say anything about this. I'm sure you're not stupid. At least I hope not. -Guidelines. 01. Strictly 18+ novella, as the headline says. Mature themes ahead. 02. Respect. That being said - don't steal any of my sh*t. Thanks. 03. Roleplay mechanics; comments must be in third person. Godmoding and metagaming isn't allowed - I'm capable of controlling my own character - however, feel free to use my NPC's as you wish (but, death of said NPC's should be discussed with me first.) And please, have your f***ing characters have flaws and weaknesses - they aren't perfect, and I just get annoyed with god-like characters that are above everyone and everything in the universe. If you're one of those? Go away now. 04. And speaking of NPC's - I've listed just a few, and they're only the people who Astrid has met in her life. As well as the places I've listed and mentioned. It's all from Astrid's point of view - so this is pretty much free game for you. There's SO much more than what she knows, and what she has seen. There's more people in certain gangs that I have already mentioned, (being that gangs usually range from 4-10 people) and there's so many gangs out there that you can literally feel free to make some up. Use your creativity, you can make up a new company/gang/person/magazine/jobs/brands/products, etc. Anything that's needed to suit the SL's needs; as long as it makes sense. 05. What year is this? The year 3000. Yup - all the way in the distant future. The world is nowhere near normal, and A LOT is capable of happening. Put your head in gear, I'm sure SL discussions would be easy peasy. 06. I goof around in bulletins a lot. All I ask, is for you to mind your business if you're not being addressed in said post. Feel free to read it, laugh at it, if you must - but don't jump into the conversation, especially when it's in the form of a mini-RP that can't possibly have a third person involved. If it's an open discussion, and I'm just joking around, then go ahead and make a comment, join right in. Otherwise? Keep your trap shut, even if you open your mouth, I'll just ignore you. Save yourself from the embarrassment. Have a problem with my posts? There's a nifty little button called "delete," learn to use it. Please and thank you. 07. OOC drama is not accepted. However, IC drama is welcomed. Keeps things moving along. 08. Multi-SL - which means, different characters, different scenarios, different relationships, etc. etc. But, of course - I play favorites. -Vocabulary. Dust/Dusted: Dead, but usually used as a term for a non-violent death.Ghost/Ghosted: Dead, usually used as a term for someone who was killed, versus dying of a natural cause.Dust Angels/Desert Rats: Another name used for the residents of the Outlands, mainly used by City people.Firefight: Fight involving ray guns.Eleven: A name mostly used by Outlander's to refer to Xaviax Industries - shortened to X.I. which together, makes the roman numeral eleven (XI), hence the nickname.Pig: Term used to describe gang members that have betrayed their own gang for another, or have joined the Government, selling out their gang, in order to live. Zaps/Zappers: A slang for ray guns.Urbanites: A term used by Outlanders for the residents of the City.Runners: People in the gangs that are assigned to make the dangerous travels to the City in order to bring back anything of use for the gang. The ones brave enough to risk their lives for their gang members. In closing; That's it from your friendly neighborhood Spiderman! Message with any questions you might have, blah-blah-blah, enjoy your time, and stay alive. -Astrid R. Blue. Cherry Bomb.

Clint

08/24/2012 01:30 PM 

Choices
Current mood:  depressed

The archer walks unto a long abandoned cliff side walkway, his eyes darting around, his hands shaking. It had been a very long time since he had come here and he had good reason for it. Mainly, too many bad memories and the beginnings of hangovers that never seemed to end. Still, he felt a connection to the ghosts that haunted this place. The ocean roared beneath him and the wind blew harshly against his face, reminding him of how this place was to him emotionally. How he shouldn't be here now. How he couldn't take the memories of her voice screaming out to him. Then there was the reunion. Then there was the recollections that flooded his mind. The hot tub. The night they made love as if there would be no tomorrow. Those memories stung his heart almost as bad as the wind stung his face. One singular door was closed, the other one, he knew was protected almost as strongly as a bomb bunker. There's always those moments in  a person's life when their torn between what's real and what is a lie. On the outside, they smile and act like everything in the world is perfect. Yet, on the inside, they hurt. They look for some sort of understanding to help them towards that next step in life. Sometimes that step leads to a crossroads, you know, the one that people spoke on back in the day that could lead to happiness or despair. In a lot of ways I'm standing there now but for some reason, one I don't know for sure yet, well....I know I'll choose the right one. It's been years, more years than even I want to admit too but I still feel that connection with her. I don't think I ever lost it to begin with. I've had those fantasies that most men have about that perfect woman but mine have always been more simpler. It doesn't take much to make me happy. Something as small as a hug, a sweet caress, a cuddle, hell..even a smile can lead me in a direction that can bring out the best in me. I'm not the type that is hard to make happy. I just need the right person to provide that spark in my soul to make me happy. This was the same location, one he had traveled to many times without anyone knowing about. That one place where it seemed all of his thoughts seemed to trickle from fantasy to reality and then back to heartache. So many years, so many memories...some standing out screaming to him but others seemingly fading away. The location was the pacific coastline overlooking the beaches of Palos Verdes. His thoughts? Where they had been for years before now..on a woman that he could never forget no matter how hard he had tried. Clint's finger's traced along the wooden railing overlooking the beach line at least fifty foot below him, his eyes locked on the stars in the sky. This is where he went to think of her and the significant impact she had on his life. It had been a long time since he had seen her but his thoughts had never wavered. He still loved her and there was no doubt in his mind that he would until his dying day. The truth, one that had hit him earlier like an anvil to his head was simple, she had moved on to greener pastures while he was away. He couldn't blame her though. How could he? He was the one that left her when life became tough. As always, Clint took the high road out and tried to protect those that he cared about. His motto had always been out of sight out of mind. Still, it never occurred to him just how far out of mind he would be. His struggles and redemptions, fails and successes..none of that mattered now. All that seemed to make any sense was the future and the path he would take.  Which led his thoughts back to the crossroads. If he took the left, it would only lead him back into the past...a past that he loved and one he would never forget. On the right however was something more shinier. A new beginning. A chance to forget everything that had broken his heart in his life.  Choices...life..decisions..  When would life ever be simple? Choices easy...the only way to find out was to make that choice.....

HJ

08/24/2012 12:27 PM 

ABANDONED STARTER SERIES: - The Dragon
Current mood:  geeky

Below is a starter I sent to Charlie Weasley.  Since he abandoned my ass, thought I might as well put it to good use and post it here as an okay example of my writing.Enjoy: "How soon before he gets here?"  Her voice was hushed; her tone held a hint of reverence in it, or maybe it was respect?  Either way, her partner, Bill Weasley cast a quick sideways glance at her, brow lifted quizzically before returning to follow her gaze upward.     Bill and Hermione Granger stood at the apex of a narrow river that began at the soaring base of a waterfall that fell from high, high above them.  So high in fact, that the rich coffee and cocoa hues of the rock face turned gradually darker and shifted in color and intensity until they became a mix of vibrant blues, grays and purples, continuing onward and upward far beyond their line of sight.  (https://www.flickr.com/photos/40001315@N00/5968225905/ - since it won't let me post the image) It was without a doubt one of the most spectacular places that Hermione had ever been on this earth.  The fluttering mixture of excitement and terror that had had her nearly breathless since arriving a week ago, only grew when Harry had casually mentioned two evenings before, when the entire group was seated around a firepit for dinner, that Charlie Weasley was assembling a team and en route to The Site.    Bill had grown uncharacteristically quiet after that and had only commented to Harry that that was probably a good idea, and since then had not said much more on the matter.   This was the first time Hermione dared broach the subject with Bill.  She knew her friend well enough, too well in fact, that when he got quiet like this, it was best to let him work through whatever was going on and deal with it when he was ready to speak.  She needed to get to work however, and the anxiousness was showing in her demeanor, which was why she brought up Charlie.  Hermione had no idea why they were strained around each other.  She could never quite figure it out.  Like there were pieces to a puzzle that she couldn't fit into their appropriate spots.  When Bill didn't answer she let out a long breath, turned and began the trek back to Base Camp, a few meters down river from the falls.  The ground beneath their feet was slick from the overflow of the river, the loose gravel and mossy rocks made the going slow.  If you weren't paying attention or were trying to get away too fast, you were going to end up on your bum, wet and soggy and scraped up.  She'd just moved one step too long and hit a mossy spot when she squealed and toppled over.  Strong arms were there in an instant to right her and Hermione turned, flush faced and grateful to smile at Bill.  "Thanks."    Bill waited till they'd passed the slick stones and crossed over the smallest point of the river and were out of the slippery zone before he released the firm grip on her arm.  He'd been silent and Hermione knew he was working up whatever it was he wanted to tell her before he spoke.  Finally, his grip eased and he let her go, pausing for a moment to turn and give a quick glance over his shoulder back and upward to the dark gap in the wall of rocks that Hermione and he had just been observing.  It was the Cave where it, the Beast was currently residing.   Satisfied that there was no threatening activity or movement he plunged his hands into his pockets and rolled his shoulders, "Harry said he should arrive today."  Hermione nodded, eyes forward, wincing from a scrap on her ankle that had dashed against a jagged stone when she nearly fell.  "I am," Bill paused, trying to find the right way to say this without it sounding like a big brother lording it over his kid brother.  He sighed and lifted a shoulder, "I am concerned, HJ.  This is big.  This situation we're in.  This is dangerous and if it weren't for the fact that you're the best, there's no way in hell I'd have let you come along either. Let alone have my brother here to step into a seriously life-threatening situation like the one we're in right now."  Hermione stopped dead in her tracks, turning to stare at Bill with mouth agape.  "Don't look at me like that, kiddo.  You know I respect the hell out of you and your abilities, but this is different."   "How so?"  Her cheeks had flushed in anger and surprise.  She didn't even comment on his nickname for her.  He was the only person to call her "HJ" and she disliked it immensely, but hadn't been able to stop him from using it throughout the years no matter the threatening tone or looks she'd shot him. "Bill Weasley, we have been working together for years.  I have been in life and death situations with you," she paused, shaking her head at the rush of memories that flooded her, "far too many times to count.  Which you are well aware.  How on earth can you possibly say this is any different? Having Charlie here will only aid us. For heaven's sakes, he knows how to handle creatures like this one.  It is what he does, Bill.  He is the expert in a scenario like this, not us."    Bill shook his head, his grown out hair was loose and wild about his shoulders, it haloed his face in an auburn glow, he yanked a hand from one pocket and jabbed a thumb out over his shoulder, glowering at her. "No.  He doesn't.  Not one like this.  There is a several thousand pound dragon that has been cursed sitting right there over our shoulders, probably watching us right now and debating on who it wants for a midmorning snack and who it wants for lunch."  Bill's tone was low and sharp.  "I can't break a curse with an animate, wild creature that refuses to stand still long enough for us to get close to it or better yet, try to dodge its cursed fire that's already killed four team members and countless others in the village at the base of this mountain. He can't tame a dragon that you cannot get near without the threat of being killed."  Bill's voice never rose in volume, but his eyes were flashing blue daggers at her.  "You're the genius in our little group, I'd have thought that was a no brainer!"    Hermione gaped at him, astounded. He cannot be serious? "You cannot be serious?"   "Deadly."   She shook her head in exasperation.  "That is the point, is it not?  What is the necessity in taming a dragon that you can walk right up to and pet?  Merlin!" Hermione actually flung her hands in the air.  Bill had always been the picture of professionalism and was known for never losing his cool in the face of danger.   She had not to her knowledge seen him like this, ever.  It hit her like a blow to her gut then.  Instantly, the nervous flutters that had been blowing about her belly became a full-blown roiling, churning storm of anxiety.    Bill Weasley was frightened.    Oh. This was bad.   She was smarting from the callous tone, but now recognized with sudden clarity what was going on. Bill and probably Harry as well, if Bill was so gravely concerned, must think that a good number of people wouldn't be making it out of here alive before they got this beast either killed or under control. And Bill was worried Charlie would be one of those people.    Hermione reached out a hand and rested it on Bill's arm reassuringly. He gave her a long look, eyes still flashing.  "He won't get killed, Bill.  You, Harry and I will not let that happen."  Emotion churned behind deep blue eyes when he stared at her and she knew she'd hit the bulls-eye.   He forcibly returned his hand to his pocket, spun around and began moving down the gravel path that was gradually becoming soft earth beneath their feet as they entered a thicket of woods nearing Base Camp.    The unspoken thought was obvious; there had already been too much death in his family to lose another member.   Hermione followed along behind him, her words ringing thick in the air between them.   "No one has ever seen a dragon like this one before."  Bill reminded her of something that had become obvious the moment everyone had gotten a good look at the beast as it circled over their heads that first day when they'd entered the clearing by the waterfall.   It has killed one man and two more before they'd gotten down the clearing, out of its line of sight.  The fire it shot from its mouth had blazed incandescent blue and curled like a corkscrew downward, literally chasing its victim, like a muggle heat-seeking missal. They had since discovered if you were wet and/or cold, the cursed flame had less accuracy, but not till they had lost one more team member to discover, leaving a death toll of four so far from the Ministry.   Harry Potter had arrived that same day of the deaths and had brought a team of Aurors with him to work with Bill in containing and bringing the Beast down.  It wasn't until it had nearly leveled their first base camp, too close to its roost for the beast's likings, did they spot the huge rune carved or burned into its scaled skin.  Bill and Harry had marveled at how that could have happened in the first place.  You cannot penetrate a dragon's scales - period.  Yet this one had been.  You couldn't even get close to this thing without the strongest of protective wards around your person and even then you were left feeling like you'd been zapped by lightening if its fire hit your ward.    Then there was the beast itself.  It was easily the largest dragon that either Bill or Harry had seen and they both decided that they needed Hermione there to get to work on that symbol.  Both men knew it was part of the case they were already working on once they'd seen it.    Hermione, upon arriving at Base Camp a week earlier with her small team, had only seen the dragon twice so far and both times had been awed by its size, ferocity and sheer beauty.  It was the most beautiful dragon she had ever seen.  Bill and Harry took turns with her, guarding her like she was some child.  Harry had scolded her when she'd gone to the edge of the river to take some samples of the soil and water and to document where they had been attacked.  She'd gotten a good look at the symbol carved upon its back at that encounter and confirmed to Harry and Bill what they already knew - that this was in fact, a symbol that matched in similarity to the others they'd found carved upon the victims in the mysterious deaths they'd been investigating for the past few months.   Somehow, some way this poor creature was a part of the case they were working on.  It was also the first living thing they'd come across with a symbol on it, which made her desire to examine it up close that much more important and necessary.  She and Bill had gone first thing in the morning to check out the lair and document any activity from the beast.  It was too dangerous to keep any one or two persons on a constant surveillance so there were teams that staggered throughout the day to observe.  Never at the same time, in case the Dragon became aware of any patterns and decided to strike.   This morning had been Bill and Hermione's turn.  She'd been anxiously awaiting the opportunity to get a look at the narrow cave opening and they had spent a good few minutes longer at the base of the falls than they probably should have, but they both agreed it was necessary to figure out how and if they could even get near the cave to go in.  They'd not had any idea how to get close to it without bringing the Dragon out.  Maybe Charlie would have ideas.  She was sure he would.    If anyone was needed here at this moment, it was Charlie Weasley.   And she'd be immensely glad to see him when he arrived.   Bill's comment jarred her out of her thoughts and she rolled her eyes behind his back.  "All the more reason for Charlie to be on hand.  Bill, we need his expertise."    Bill spun around on her so fast that she ran smack into his chest; he looked down at her, hands automatically gripping her arms to steady her.  "Hermione, I have never said this before.  I've never thought it before, if I'm being honest."  Bill's tone was gruff and his eyes locked on hers, steady and intense as he spoke, "But nothing we are doing here today is worth losing another life.  Do you understand?"    No she didn't understand and conversely, yes she completely understood.  Bill was afraid Charlie was going to get hurt.    But it didn't change the fact that they needed Charlie.    Hermione had opened her mouth to say just that but Bill's head had snapped up, eyes growing wide and locked on a point over her head, his fingers dug into her arms painfully as he literally jerked her forward, propelling her in front of him in one swift move.  His free hand brandishing his wand, the other at the small of her back shoving her forward, "Time to go!" was all he said and Hermione pulled her own wand out, glancing once over her shoulder and gasping at the sight.  "Go! Go!"  Bill was running full speed into the woods, Hermione and he dodging and circling behind the giant tree trunks of the towering pine trees, hopping and barely keeping upright over tree roots and thickets of slick pine needles.  The Dragon was overhead, circling lazily lower and lower.  They could hear the breaking of branches high above their heads as its claws ripped tops off the trees to get a better look at them.  They were near the Base Camp, but that would mean having to run through a clearing in the trees and they both skidded to a stop just short of  said opening.    Bill yanked her back behind a tree, they both hunkered down, out of breath and trying to be as invisible as possible from the huge beast that alighted in the space between them and Base Camp.  Hermione was terrified.   She could feel the sweat upon her body cold as the cool breeze of early morning and the woods brushed against her skin.  Her hearing was strained, neither one moved, Bill's eyes were locked on hers, he waved his wand and created a soundproof ward around them, whispering low, "Ideas?"   Hermione shook her head.  "Not a one. We can't get around that thing.  We have our wards up, but.."  Something struck her then.  Something that she'd not even considered before this second.  "can that thing touch us?  Our wards are to prevent being killed by its fire.  What about it snatching one of us bodily?"   Bill had already considered this idea; she could see it in the set of his jaw.  "Don't think that they work like that.  Might give it a little sting, but I'd wager if it wants to snatch one of us, it's going to do just that."   Hermione groaned.  "Swell."   They both peeked around the tree, Base Camp was a flurry of activity.  Obviously, they knew what was going on.  Hermione and Bill were still out there... the beast was effectively trapping them from safety.   "We can pick our way around the other side of the camp? Come in from the other end?"  Bill nodded he was thinking the same thing.  "I think that's our only option."   They both moved and froze when a bolt of blue fire wizzed by their heads.  Hermione's eyes shut and Bill had pressed himself over her to shield her as best he could.  They were in trouble.   It was then, that out of the sky they heard the unmistakable sound of a dragon's cry from high above.   Hermione's eyes popped open, she and Bill both risked a peek around the tree and she let out a whoosh of breath she'd not been aware she was holding.  A tremulous smile curled at the corner of her lips.  She glanced at Bill and uttered one word.   His name.  "Charlie.."   He was here.  

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08/23/2012 01:18 PM 

Rules.

Alright, I'm gonna try to keep these as short as possible, so as to avoid rambling. Let me start first by saying I'm not Axl Rose, and I don't own any of his pictures. I, as well as my character, have nothing to do with the man.Now, moving on...:)1. Limited sexual content. That shit ain't what I'm here for.2. I'm a Multi-para/Novella roleplayer. I don't really dig oneliners all too much, if I'm being totally honest.3. Please don't take my pictures or storyline; I'll love you forever if you refrain from such a thing.4. If we're gonna discuss a story, don't leave the whole thing up to me. Joint efforts are much more appreciated.5. I don't expect perfect spelling and grammar, I just need to be able to understand the points you're trying to make.Painless, right?I hope. So, you should sign these...And put your favorite band in your signature. I'd love you forever, once again.:)-Mitch Breland.



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