Menu
  »  Blog Home
  »  Browse All Blogs
  »  Blog Layouts

Manage Blog
  »  Add New Post
  »  View My Blog
  »  Customize Blog
  »  My Subscriptions
  »  My Subscribers

Categories
  »  Browse All Blogs
  »  Uncategorized
  »  Blogging
  »  Guidelines
  »  Photography
  »  Real Life
  »  Resources
  »  Stories

Advertisement
Browse All Blogs
Previous123456789...701702Next
ғɪɴɴɪᴄᴋ

07/12/2020 01:22 PM 

Task 81

1.) Who will you be spending the 2nd Annual Hartsville County Fair with? A:  I will likely spend it with my favorite people: Julianna, Benny, Charlotte, Loretta, Sophie, Ryker and Wyatt; but, as it is a fair and many of the other townsfolk will be in attenence the possibilities are endless. 2.) What is your favorite fair food?A:  Deep Fried Corn Dogs.3.) What is your favorite fair sweet treat?A: Cotton Candy.4.) What is your favorite fair drink?A: Water: I know it's not a very exciting drink; but, it's important to stay hydrated.5.) What is your favorite fair ride?A: Farris Wheel.6.) What is your favorite fair game?A: Balloon Pop.7.) What is your favorite fair animal in the petting zoo?A: Baby Goat8.) What is your favorite fair rodeo attraction?A: Bull Riding.9.) Are you scared of heights or will you ride the ferris wheel?A: Farris Wheel All Day.10.) If you could win anything from the raffle what would you want to win?A: A lifetime supply of coffee and Krispy Kreame donuts. 11.) What craft display do you like the most?A: The custom made tee-shirts.12.) If you could volunteer at any booth which would you choose? A: Being that I'm in a comited relationship I suppose Kissing Booth is out of the question... but... the Dunk Tank could be cool. 13.) What is your favorite memory from the 1st Annual fair?A: Sadly I wasn't around for the first one.14.) What is your least favorite thing about the fair?A: The way people often fail to pick up after themselves. 15.) Do you prefer to go in the morning or night to the fair?A: I prefer the night life, I love seeing all the brightly lite attractions.16.) Do any rides make you sick? If so which ones?A: Nope. Though I think I through up after a ride on the Tilt-A-Whirl once when I was younger.17.) If you could see anyone in concert at the fair who would you like to see? A: Mötley Crüe18.) If you could run into one celebrity at the fair who would you like to meet?A: Dwayne Johnson: "Can you smell what the Rock is cookin'."19.) Are you scared of the fair clowns or do they excite you?A: I avoid them like the plaque.20.) Have you won anything from the fair, if so what? If not what do you hope to win?A: Yes! A giant stuffed bear, which I gave to the lovely Julianna Satorini; because, she said she wanted it.

𝒦𝒾𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝓁𝓎 𝐻𝒶𝓇𝓉

07/12/2020 01:03 PM 

A Dark Night

<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><center><div style="display: block; width: 420px; margin: 30px;"><div style="display: block; padding: 20px; border: 1px solid #f2f2f2;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-6d9fd74f-7fff-ff8d-5a76-2017a0e2829f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-894598fb-7fff-f88c-00fd-f0f1d3a2c7a5"><img src="https://i.imgur.com/U8dvE4m.gif&quot; style="height: 200px; width: 375px;" /></span></span></div>&nbsp;<div style="display: block; font: 30px times; line-height: 30px; color: #2d2d2d; text-transform: uppercase; font-weight: bold; letter-spacing: -3px; background-color: #fff; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 13px; margin-top: -110px; margin-right: 23px; margin-left: 23px; opacity: .6;">A Dark Night<div style="display: block; font: 9px calibri; line-height: 9px; color: #2d2d2d; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; margin-top: -3px;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-6d9fd74f-7fff-ff8d-5a76-2017a0e2829f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-894598fb-7fff-f88c-00fd-f0f1d3a2c7a5">https://www.roleplayer.me/Kimmy_Hart&lt;/span></span></div></div>&nbsp;<div style="display: block; padding-right: 40px; padding-left: 40px; padding-bottom: 40px; padding-top: 15px; border-right: 1px solid #f2f2f2; border-left: 1px solid #f2f2f2; border-bottom: 1px solid #f2f2f2; margin-top: 60px;"><span id="docs-internal-guid-6d9fd74f-7fff-ff8d-5a76-2017a0e2829f"><span id="docs-internal-guid-894598fb-7fff-f88c-00fd-f0f1d3a2c7a5"><font style="display: block; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 13px; text-align: justify; height: 210px; overflow: auto;"><font face="Georgia" size="2" style=""><i style="color: rgb(45, 45, 45); font-variant-ligatures: normal; font-variant-caps: normal; font-weight: normal;"><i><i>&quot;Kim, meet us at 6:30 down at Mark&#39;s Pizza, okay?&quot; </i> Zack chuckled watching the former Queen Bee take her books out of Trini&#39;s locker. Kim rolled her eyes and faced him with a smirk. <b>&quot;Okay, and if I don&#39;t?&quot;</b> &nbsp;She chuckled as Trini came up behind her. <i>&quot;You have to! We are all going, plus it&#39;s Friday. We ALWAYS do pizza together!&quot;</i> She pouted cutely as Kim blushed at how adorable her girlfriend was. <b>&quot;I&#39;ll be there. I was just joking. We can all go to my place after, my parents are gone for the weekend. Again.&quot;</b> She let out a soft sigh and looked at her four friends. Trini gave her a gentle hug before heading to her own home to get her overnight bag. She always stayed the night with Kim on Fridays. The boys headed off as well and Kimberly drove home.<br /><br /><br /><br />Kimberly pulled in the driveway of her parents&#39; home and shook her head. They didn&#39;t even wait for her to get home before leaving. Shaking her head she got out of her car and walked inside locking the door behind her. She was a bit paranoid when it came to being home alone, which is why Trini always stayed with Kim on the weekends. Kim went upstairs to her room to shower and change into something a bit more comfortable than what she had worn to school. Once she had changed she headed back downstairs to do her homework. She hated school, but she did like learning and she liked getting the homework out of the way to just be with Trini and the boys on the weekend.<br /><br /><br /><br />It was now 5:30 and Kim was about to leave, she lived on the other side of town so it would take her 30 minutes to get to the pizza parlor anyway. Just as she grabbed her keys she heard a window break followed by the front door opening. Getting on high alert, Kimberly walked cautiously toward the front of the house. &nbsp;<b>&quot;Hello...&quot;</b> As soon as she said that she regretted it. Kimberly had always made fun of the &#39;dumb girls in horror movies who call out hello&#39; now she understood it. &nbsp;Kimberly didn&#39;t get an answer, instead, she was thrown backward against a wall. Kimberly groaned as her back slammed against the plaster cracking the wall beneath her. Kim fell to her knees after making an impact and winced slightly as she slowly got to her feet. &nbsp;<i>&quot;Hello Pink Ranger.&quot;</i> A deep voice spoke causing Kimberly&#39;s stomach to turn and her heart to race. <b>&quot;Who...who are you?&quot; </b> She stuttered in fear. The masked man didn&#39;t respond as he grabbed her by the throat. She gasped in fear causing him to tighten his grip. He leaned in close whispering in her ear. <i>&quot;Where are you precious friends, Kimberly Hart.&quot;</i> His voice caused her body to go cold with fear as tears-filled her eyes while she struggled to breathe.<br /><br /><br /><br /><u>*With the other Rangers*</u><br /><br /><br /><br /><i>&quot;Hey Crazy Girl, where the Hell is Kimberly, she is 15 minutes late!&quot;</i> &nbsp;Trini rolled her eyes at Zack. <i>&quot;Are you EVER going to stop calling me that?&quot;</i> She laughed softly but her smile faded. It wasn&#39;t like Kim to be late, especially not for their Friday hangouts. &nbsp;She always teased about not wanting to go but she loved their nights hanging out. &nbsp;<i>&quot;Come on Kimmy, where are you...&quot;</i> Trini sounded worried as she looked at the boys. <i>&quot;We should go check on her, it&#39;s not like her to be late.&quot;</i> The boys agreed and they all go into Jason&#39;s truck to head over to Kimberly&#39;s home. Trini could barely sit still in the truck as they drove up the mountain road. <i>&quot;Jason drive faster!&quot;</i> She begged as she started to panic because Kim wasn&#39;t answering her house phone or cell phone. &nbsp;<br /><br /><br /><br />Kim was struggling to fight back but she was growing weaker. This man was much stronger than her. He had to have been more than human or at least like her, he had some sort of super-strength. <b>&quot;Who are you?&quot;</b> She spoke again in a much weaker tone now as she charged him. He stopped her with a knife as the blade stuck into her. Kim cried out in pain falling to her knees. <b>?&quot;Stop. Please.&quot;</b> She begged to hold her stomach which was now bleeding. &nbsp;Kim closed her eyes crying as the pain started to become too much for her. The man walked toward her pulling up as she screamed in pain again. Little did Kimberly know that her friends were right outside now.<br /><br /><br /><br />The four rangers jumped out of the truck just in time to here Kimberly scream followed by what sounded like glass shattering. Trini felt her heart shatter as she rushed toward the house but the boys held her back. <i>&quot;Let go! Kim needs me!&quot;</i> She fought against the two boys holding her back as Billy started to worry, he hated when any of his friends were in trouble. &nbsp;<i>&quot;LET GO OF ME!&quot;</i> Trini screamed as glass shattered again and a shadowy figure ran from the house. The boys were distracted and Trini broke free running inside. Seeing her girlfriend on the ground her heart shattered. <i>&quot;GUYS HELP!&quot;</i> She cried out bending down next to Kimberly who was curled up in the fetal position crying in pain. <b>&quot;Trin...It&#39;s not safe...you have to go.&quot;</b> She breathed out as the boys rushed in. Trini shook her head as tears rolled down her cheeks. <i>&quot;I&#39;m not leaving you!&quot;</i> The shorter brunette looked at her friends. <i>&quot;An ambulance will take to long. We have to get her to the hospital!&quot;</i> Trini was desperately holding Kim&#39;s head on her lap crying through her words.<b>&quot;No hospital.&quot;</b> Kim groaned as tears poured down her cheeks her hand still holding her stomach. Trini carefully took her hand away seeing that Kim&#39;s hand was soaked in blood. <i>&quot;Kim you&#39;ll die!&quot;</i> Trini looked into her eyes, her own eyes filled with fear and sadness. Kimberly wanted to resist but she was too weak and she knew Trini was right.<br /><br /><br /><br />Once at the hospital Jason spoke to the police officer who had been following them for speeding. Jason explained the situation and the officer helped carry Kim inside. They got her on a stretcher and brought her to the back but they would not let Trini go back with her. Jason pulled Trini into a hug because now the young woman was crying harder. <i>&quot;She&#39;ll be okay Trini.&quot;</i> He tried to convince himself at the same time. <i>&quot;She&#39;s tough, we got hit by a train and survived. She&#39;ll be okay.&quot;</i> He rubbed Trini&#39;s back as he spoke but it didn&#39;t help. Her&nbsp;girlfriend was in the hospital alone and probably scared. She hated knowing &nbsp;Kim was in pain and she couldn&#39;t help. After almost an hour that felt more like five, the doctor walked out to speak with the group. <i>&quot;She lost a lot of blood, but she&#39;ll be fine...sore but fine. You guys got her here just in time. She&#39;s lucky you knew something was wrong.&quot;</i> The doctor seemed like he was questioning them. <i>&quot;She was supposed to meet us for our pizza date and she didn&#39;t show up, it&#39;s not like her to be late.&quot;</i> Trini was still sobbing as the officer walked over to speak with them and question them.<br /><br /><br /><br />After the boys and Trini, each separately explained seeing a shadowy figure leave a window the four were free to go see Kim. Though the officer would be questioning her first. <i>&quot;Can you tell me what happened?&quot;</i> The officer asked Kim gently. <b>&quot;I was getting ready to go to Mark&#39;s Pizza to meet up with my friends Jason, Zack, and Billy. Also my girlfriend Trini.&quot;</b> She smiled thinking about how she still got to call Trini her girlfriend. <b>&quot;I heard glass shatter and the front door unlock then open. My parents aren&#39;t home so I went to see who it might be, this man attacked me. I couldn&#39;t see his face he had a mask on.&quot;</b> Her voice was weak and it was clear she was in pain. The officer decided to let her rest, he could always question her for more details later. <b>&quot;I have security cameras at my house. I can get you the footage when I get out of here.&quot;</b> She spoke as the officer left the room nodding. <i>&quot;Thank you, Miss. Hart.&quot; </i> Her friends rushed in once they were allowed and Trini was still in tears as she crawled up next to Kim. <i>&quot;I was so scared I was going to lose you!&quot;</i> She sobbed, Kimberly weakly pulled her into a hug and cuddled her. <b>&quot;You saved me.&quot;</b> She whispered holding her close and closing her eyes. <b>&quot;My parents are going to kill me for the mess at home.&quot;</b> Kim whispered through her pain as she fell asleep. Between the blood loss and pain meds, she had been fighting to stay awake.<br /><br /><br /><br />Jason knew how much Kim hated disappointing her parents. She felt like they didn&#39;t love her all because of what happened last year. The truth was she felt worthless and now she had made a mess of the house. Jason didn&#39;t want her to feel this way so he decided to call her mother. <i>&quot;Mrs. Hart, it&#39;s Jason Scott. Kimberly&#39;s friend. There&#39;s been an accident. A man broke into your home tonight and attacked Kimberly. She&#39;s in the hospital. The house is a bit of a mess and Kim&#39;s afraid you&#39;re going to get mad at her.&quot;</i> &nbsp;He spoke calmly not wanting to step on any toes. <i>&quot;I don&#39;t care about the house. Is she okay?&quot;</i> Kim&#39;s mother sounded horrified that her only child had been attacked. <i>&quot;She lost a lot of blood, the man who attacked her stabbed her and beat her up pretty good. We were all going to meet for pizza. When she didn&#39;t show up... we got worried and went to check on her.&quot;</i> Jason explained as he heard Kim&#39;s mother gasp. <i>&quot;Tell her we are on our way.&quot;</i> She spoke trying to sound calm and she hung up. Explaining the situation to her husband.&nbsp;</i></i></font></font></span></span></div></div></center></div></div></div> 

𝘛𝘖𝖆𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖘

07/12/2020 12:12 PM 

Curiosity kills - ft American Psycho

  Curiosity really was the most dangerous thing to have ever existed. Especially when one was alone, and looking for answers they had no business searching for. But here, in the darkened room she called home at the Salvatore School, the young witch carried on.Smoke and fire enlivened the air, charging the cramped space with the heat of this thoughtless spell. The surge of magic awoke every fiber in her being, as she called upon lost and long-forgotten spirits to bring her father back to her. Having done this only once before, the headstrong female decided to try it again- despite the previous, unfavorable results.“I know more this time... I can do this...” words murmured as she prepared, trying to convince herself she could conjure a more favorable outcome this time. “I need to find him...”With the alter readied, Davina found the only relic she had left of her father- a dagger her mother, inexplicably tried to keep hidden from her. Placing the shining blade at the center of the altar, the witch began reciting the incantation- repeating the spell as the charge around her became almost tangible; windows flying open and a small cyclone whirling around the room.And just as suddenly as it had all started, everything stood still. It felt as though even time itself had stopped- everything but the deafening beat of her heart, pounding in her ears.“... H... Hello?...” words stuttered softly in the silence, turning as the feel of eyes on her back burned into her flesh. Lights flickering softly in the darkness, her eyes strained to adjust when she looked down the hall, the shape of a man emerging from the darkness “Are you... my....” as the figure came into view, her words drifted into nothing. Realization flooded the color from her face as the soul that came back stepped closer “You... you're...” the heavy load of what she had just done was setting in, "Malachai Parker..." she swallowed down the string of obscenities she could have tossed his way, trying to think of a plan on how to rid herself of him. "How... why are you here?" spat the witch, taking a half step back.

stories

Southern Gothic✝

07/12/2020 11:34 PM 

Southern Gothic Guidelines
Current mood:  accomplished

{Sign in any way you see fit. A gif of your face claim, a quote, a song lyric, a stupid video, I don't care.}Disclaimer: I am not Stephen Moyer who played Bill Compton on the hit HBO show True Blood. I am not Bill Compton, who obviously is a fictional character created by the author Charliane Harris for Southern Vampire Mysteries novels. I am just a roleplayer who likeed the books and the show.1. This is probably my most important rule and why I am listing it first. Please understand that I will not, repeat I will not be online 24/7. I love roleplaying and I've been involved with it longer then I've been able legally to drink but it is just a hobby. In my very busy real life, I work a part time job at Amazon that I am hoping to transfer to full time in the coming months along with going to back to trade school as my long term plan is to be an X-Ray techincan. I also live at home where I help out with my parents who are both terminally ill. I also have other pages I do write on. Bill is not my main page. But above all else, life should not be spent in front of a computer screen. I may not be around because despite the CO-VID 19 outbreak, I do leave the house. So please excerise extreme patience with me. I will try to make the wait, however long or short it may be worth it in the end. Hounding me over and over to write when I don't have the time or muse for it will get you deleted.2. This is another important rule. I don't deal with OOC drama or toxicity on the site anymore. Since joining this site in 2011 I've seen a number of individuals who like to cause problems for no reason. Bottom line is this, if you have no intention of writing and are only here to be miserable or cause misery for others then you have no business being on my page. If you're on my page I expect you to write and have fun, not act like a jack ass for no f***ing reason.3. Alright for the most part I like to keep in IC when I am site. Honestly it keeps the lines of what is real and fiction in tact. However if I say anything with OOC or // in front of my statuses then consider that me being out of character. However just because I like to remain IC doesn't mean I am completely shut off from sharing real life information about myself. For starters I have roleplayed since 2003. Such a long time ago now that I think about it. I am also a 35 year old man in real life, I know shocker considering how many of you talented female writers on here like to roleplay as men. Now if I get to know you I will share more information but please do not go hounding me for it.Now on to the rest of the rules...4. My take with  Bill Compton is that he's going to be more canon to the events of the show over then the events of the novels. This is due to the fact I have only read the first two books. Apologies to the book readers who may add me here. Our rp can take place in any point in the time of the show's seven seasons. I can do AU takes that deviate from the show and considering the fact Bill has been around since the mid-late 1800s I can do storylines set in the past.5. I am for the most part a multi-para writer but I will dabble into novella writing and on days I am lazy, I will para or banter on Discord or in statuses.  When I do write I write in comments and messages. I will overlook grammar or spelling errors as no one is perfect and as long as I can understand what's being said. I do prefer to at least plot something out prior to writing.6. Even though I am a supernatural roleplayer. I do crossover on Bill. Crossovers are fun when you think outside of the element of your own verse and branch out in other verses. Given how rare or death my verse is I feel like I have to. So the following verses aside from the supenatural verse I will add are: Sci-Fi, Fantasy, Comic, Crime, and Modern/Normal.I will also add OC characters. Because OCs deserve some love too.7. Let this also be said, my world is R-rated. If you have watched True Blood or read the novels then you know it's not meant for minors. I will absolutely not write with anyone under the age legal age of 18. My content can and will include the following themes.** Blood & Gore - Bill's a vampire. This should be a given, he may mainstream and drink Tru Blood but he will indulge in blood drinking in different situations. Given the supernatural verse in general, gore should be expected.**Adult Language - I will say it now Bill will be dropping some choice language. Enough said.**Sexual Content - Yes Bill will have sex if storyline calls for it. It's also fine if it doesn't come up as well. Fair warning though, Bill and me the writer are heterosexual so any kind of sexual roleplay is with women only. Also be aware it's 100% consensual for both parties. Lastly let it be known I do detailed stuff so please let me know what is or isn't off limits.8. I am multi-li page. What is multi-li? It means in different storylines seperated from one another I will allow romantic and potentially adult situations occur with more than one character. Do I think this is cheating? No, I don't. I am not commmiting to anyone. Now if this is an issue for any of you ladies on here, I would recommend not letting romantic themes be in our storyline. If you have a problem with multi-li roleplayers in general, then we shouldn't write together. I won't be shamed for my stance on this issue.9. Mains and connections. Let's be real, chances are someone else is going to be playing your character. I don't play favorites so I will never ever have a main so and so. I will add connections but let me say this, connectiosn have to be earned. Don't think you'll be a connection off the bat if we aren't going to roleplay, and yes this rule applies to people I know.10. Last but not least, Please have fun. If you're not here to write and have fun then why are you here to begin with? Right? 

Bowie

07/12/2020 11:04 PM 

OPTIONAL TASK 81

1.) Who will you be spending the 2nd Annual Hartsville County Fair with? All different friends2.) What is your favorite fair food? Corn dogs with mustard3.) What is your favorite fair sweet treat? Cotton candy4.) What is your favorite fair drink? Slushie/Iced drinks5.) What is your favorite fair ride? Carousel6.) What is your favorite fair game? Coconut shy and ring toss7.) What is your favorite fair animal in the petting zoo? Goats and maybe owls if they are there8.) What is your favorite fair rodeo attraction? Riding a mechanical bull9.) Are you scared of heights or will you ride the ferris wheel? I’ll ride it10.) If you could win anything from the raffle what would you want to win? Anything, it doesn’t matter but a holiday would be nice11.) What craft display do you like the most? Anything to do with upcycling12.) If you could volunteer at any booth which would you choose? Kissing booth13.) What is your favorite memory from the 1st Annual fair? Petting a baby goat14.) What is your least favorite thing about the fair? Stepping in poop15.) Do you prefer to go in the morning or night to the fair? It’s an all day occasion 16.) Do any rides make you sick? If so which ones? None17.) If you could see anyone in concert at the fair who would you like to see?  Chase Rice18.) If you could run into one celebrity at the fair who would you like to meet? Chase Rice19.) Are you scared of the fair clowns or do they excite you? Scared of them. 20.) Have you won anything from the fair, if so what? If not what do you hope to win? Stuffed toys.

Cameron

07/12/2020 09:50 PM 

Friendship Harmonies - Muesday Tuesday

1. Rockstar ft. Roddy RIcch - Da Baby2. Savage Love - Jason Derulo3. Savage Remix ft. Beyonce - Megan Thee Stallion4. Sunday Best - Surfaces5. Say So - Doja Cat6. Before You Go - Lewis Capaldi7. Location - Khalid8. Happier ft. Marshmello - Bastile9. Gucci Gang - Lil Pump10. Tonight Tonight - Hot Chelle RaeOne thing I know about friends, a goodtime can always be spent together with music blasting. Speedy tempos always call for better moods. especially in larger groups. This playlist here is a list of songs I have heard on all my friends playlists even mine. Hell even when its just two friends this playlist could list a mood, and even a dance party could happen. Drinks, Dinner, Barbecues, and summer hangs on the beach. This playlist is for everything, well maybe not a romance setting.

Cameron

07/12/2020 09:21 PM 

soul sisters/brothers Muesday Tuesday

Colson, Esmeralda, Gracelynn, Harlow, Livia, Mason, Matthew, and Sinikka. The infamous crew, The one of a kinds. They have made me laugh, They have made me cry, They have saved my life. These fantastic nerds have proven to be the ones that are worth living for. Colson man, He is a wild one let me tell you, even though I sell you drugs, we have had some damn good times, and I know he has my back no matter what. Esmeralda, We met on wild terms, and I never expected us to stay friends, I am stupid glad I met her. Gracelynn, Damn did I meet her in the craziest way, I owe her a lot. We saved each others lives. Literally. Harlow, The love of my life but also my BEST friend. Never replacable ever. Livia, you're a crazy one, and I'm glad you are in my life, its amazing to see you grow outside of Rafe. Happiness suits you. Mason, No matter how much you piss me off, you're a chill dude. I wouldn't replace your annoyance at all. Matthew, We have a long history and I owe you big time for helping realize who I am. Sinikka, most of all I owe you everything I own, You saved my life LITERALLY, Taught me that drugs aren't really all that important to consume. I'm clean and sober from cocaine because you helped me learn from my stupid mistakes.

Cameron

07/12/2020 08:58 PM 

Phone A Friend Muesday Tuesday

Cameron pulled open the last button on his suit before he sat down. He pulled a piece of paper and an envelope from the top drawer of his desk. He grabbed his fanciest pen and dipped it in the ink well. He addressed the envelope to Matthew Cronwell before setting it aside. He sighed softly thinking about the things he wanted to write to him, nothing too cheesy just a letter of appreciation you know. He chuckled in thought and placed his pen to the paper and began to write:Dear Matthew,Damn man, it truly was nice running into you again. Sort of stoked seeing as how we so easily got along after all these years, you know? Sh*t feels so different being older now. Usually being the way, I am and how I changed after you left with Livia. I did not change because you left, I changed because Charles told me I needed to grow up. He was right I was about to be 18 and out of the system. So, I secluded myself and became this man who pick and chose who he really wanted in his life. Met a group of people when I moved back to Maddison. You know I allowed them to get close and even made business partner with one. Managed to develop a damn good relationship with him. He was my best friend.I have you to thank for that. You allowed me no matter what to be comfortable with myself. To be comfortable with the people around me. I may hide my sexuality now more then ever due to my job. But I genuinely more open about it around my friends. So, THANK YOU, man it feels so good to finally say those words. I also want to say that I am wildly proud of you achieving your dreams. Also, seeing how smart you are and how much you have grown up. We all got problems man and we all have hardships, but it seems as if you handle your sh*t a lot better then the rest of us.I also wish you big luck on your endeavors with Zyra. She seems good for you man. She genuinely seems to make you happier than anyone I have heard about. But hey even if that does not become something more. I am stoked to see you have a best friend that keeps you in check. Sh*ts wild now a days and best friends, well good best friends are hard to come by. Keep her close dude.                                                                                       Cam.Cameron signed the bottom and blew on the ink to make sure it dried before he folded the letter up and placed it in the envelope. He sealed it with a small piece of tape and set it aside for later. He figured handwriting a letter and delivering it to him in person would be better then mailing it. But for now, he needed to stop procrastinating and get work done. The cases were piling on lately and some of his colleagues had taken early vacation. Leaving most of the cases for him and the new lawyer that had just been hired. 

Aria.

07/12/2020 03:08 PM 

jolene. ( drabble )

“You’ve got to be f***ing kidding me?!”   It had only been a few days since Aria had been back in Los Angeles for good since the filming of season one of Fury wrapped in New Orleans last week and flying to DC to pick up her daughter from her father’s. She could relax and she was hoping she could -- well, her version of relaxing. She had a lot of things left to do before her son was born, and she was completely in nesting mood.    Standing at the door with widened eyes, it was as if she had seen a ghost; though, technically, it was. Standing across from her was none other than the woman who didn’t win mother of the year -- Jolene Winters. The young mother took in the appearance of the older woman, noticing how different she looked. Sure, she aged, but it was clear that she had been clean from the drugs for a few years now….and had fashion sense? Who was this person?   “How the hell did you even get through the gate? You’re not on the list,” she scoffed. She was agitated at the sight of her and all she wanted to do was slam the f***ing door in her face. She had nothing to say to her.    Jolene grinned. “Honey, we’re Winters women. We can talk ourselves into anything,” she responded with a shrug. Her eyes fell to her daughter’s bump and she gasped. “My, you’re gettin’ so big.” She went to touch her belly, but was stopped by Aria smacking her hand away.    “Don’t f***ing touch me,” she hissed, the tone of her voice said it all.    Jolene’s lips formed into a thin line. “Same ole Aria, I see…” she said softly, and the blonde rolled her eyes. “Mind if I come in? It’s hotter than a whore in church out here and I could use some ice cold water.”   “Well, you’d know so much about that, wouldn’t you?” Aria fired back, sending her a sarcastic grin before stepping back and allowing her mother -- she used that term lightly -- inside. As much as she wanted to send her on her way, she knew Jolene. She wouldn’t go away until she got what she wanted, and that stress was something she did not need right now.   Shutting the door behind her, she sighed. “Make it quick, Jolene. I have things to do. What the hell do you want?” She got straight to the point. She wouldn’t be here if there wasn’t something she needed. They hadn’t seen each other in eleven years, and suddenly she showed up at her doorstep? Seemed fishy.   But Jolene wasn’t ready to answer that question just yet. The older blonde looked around the house from the doorway. “Nice home you got here,” she said, her country accent still as thick as ever. Aria ignored her and waddled her way to the kitchen, pouring the both of them a fresh glass of lemonade. Jo followed her to the kitchen and took a sip of the lemonade. “Mm, this is delicious. Definitely tastes better than how I made it.”   Aria rolled her eyes. “You never made it, Jolene. You bought it in a jug at the local gas station. You may have fooled dad, but I saw right through your bullsh*t.” She was getting impatient. Hunter and Eden were home, just in the next room and she didn’t want them to see Jolene here. Or better yet, want Jolene to see them. She didn’t have the right to see her grand-daughter in the flesh.    At the mention of her father, she noticed Jolene flinch, holding onto the glass a little tighter. “Well, he never complained, so…” she finally breathed out.   That only caused the actress to roll her eyes again. “Enough with the small talk, Jolene. Why are you really here? Surely, it’s not to rekindle our relationship, because let’s be real, we never had one to begin with. You were never a mother to me. You cared more about your next high and f***ing strange men in your husband’s bed even when he was alive. You were selfish, and quite frankly, if this is you wanting to make amends, you can f***ing forget it because I don’t want to. I don’t need you. I’ve done a pretty damn good job without you. I have the career of my dreams and I’m still doing more, I have a nice home and a beautiful daughter whom I love more than anything on this Earth, which is a lot more than you can say about me. I’m about to have a son, and I have a wonderful boyfriend who loves me and friends who support me. So, yeah, if making amends and starting over is what you want, then you can forget it because I don’t want it.” She inhaled a deep breath after her rambling, taking note of her country accent coming out as she kept her eyes on Jolene. Aria felt no ounce of remorse for her words. “I’m nothing like you, and thank God for that.”   Jolene didn’t even hesitate to respond. “You’re nothing like me?” she laughed. “You’ve gotten knocked up by a married man twice. That screams Jolene.”   Aria inhaled a sharp breathe; Jolene always knew where to hit her. She gripped the counter top tightly to refrain from smacking her across the face. “I am nothing like you!” she yelled, her jaw tensing as she slammed her glass of lemonade into the sink, causing it to shutter from her anger.    The loudness of her voice and the glass breaking made Hunter run into the kitchen, eyeing the two women with furrowed brows. “Is...everything alright here?” he asked cautiously, looking between them. Hunter knew a little about her mother and he knew better than to ask.    After taking a few seconds to simmer down, she looked over at Hunter with a smile. “Everything’s fine, babe,” she said, her eyes narrowing at him. “Can you take Eden to the backyard and keep her occupied, please?” Hunter nodded, knowing better than to question her. He could sense the tension in the room.    Once he disappeared, Jolene let out a whistle. “Damn. You get to sleep with that every night? I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off of him. He’s delicious.” She waved her hand on her face. “And he’s with you even though you’re having a baby with someone else? You better keep him, honey, because he seems to be the only one who can deal with you and your neurotic ways-“   Why was she allowing her to talk this long?   “I swear to God, Jolene…” she cut her off, trying to keep her temper in check. “If you don’t tell me why you’re here, so help me, I will throw you out of here and-”   “I have cancer, Aria. Ovarian…” Jolene finally said, cutting her off as she looked at her daughter, face serious.   Aria looked up at her and was quiet for a few moments before she burst into laughter, head falling back with amusement. “And I’m supposed to care, why?” Harsh response, but she didn’t care. Most people would respond with sympathy, no matter what that person had done, but not her. Call it immature of her, but she had no sympathy for her. Not one ounce.    “You’re supposed to care because I’m your mother and I’m dying…”    “Hm, yeah, you look like you’re dying,” she fired back, rolling her eyes. “Is this another one of your bullsh*t scams? Cry wolf so people feel sorry for you and give you whatever you want? Tough sh*t, Jolene, it’s not going to work on me.” She really wished she could have something strong right about now…   The woman’s lips formed into a line as she looked down at her hands, eyes watering. “Crazy to think that you’d care about me during this time…” she spoke softly, shaking her head. “Whether you believe me or not, here are the facts.” She stood up from the bar stool and placed her freshly manicured hands on the counter top. “I got clean about five years ago, found me a rich man who loves me-” Aria scoffed at that. “I have two step-children, they’re twins and are finishing high school. I found out I had stage three ovarian cancer about a year ago. I’ve tried chemotherapy and surgery, but nothing worked. The cancer is too wide spread and it’s rapidly spreading at a rate that no doctor wants to touch it. I have about a week or less left and I….” she broke off, swallowing hard. “I guess my coming here was for selfish reasons. I wanted to see you before I’m dead, just to see how you were doing and it’s nothing less than what I expected.” Jolene smiled. “You have a beautiful home and a beautiful family. You may be like me in some ways, but you’re so much better than I could ever be. You’re a great mom, Aria. You’re doing just fine, and you’ll do just fine after I’m gone.”   “Damn right, I will,” Aria remarked, arms crossed as she looked at Jolene with arched brows. “Is there anything else, or are you done?” She was acting insensitive and rude, but she had every right to be. With Jolene, she never knew what to believe so everything she said, she took with a grain of salt, especially when she was younger.  She watched as Jolene pulled out a closed envelope from her name brand purse and held it close to her. “I wrote you a letter. Everything I can’t say to you in person is in here, along with my funeral arrangements. You are the beneficiary and although I have no money to my name, my husband will take care of the costs of everything. I just need you to plan it because he’s not really good at planning anything and I know you are, so...if there’s one thing you can do for me, please plan my funeral. You can make your speech as harsh as possible because let’s be real, I’m a horrible person and I deserve it.” She shrugged, placing the envelope on the counter in front of Aria. “Please make sure you read the letter. There’s a lot that you don’t know that you need to.”   Her eyebrows furrowed. What did she mean by that?    “But don’t open it until after I’m gone. All the answers will be in the letter.” And with that, the older woman went towards the door, stopping as she opened it. “It was good to see you, Aria,” she said with a sincere smile.  Aria’s lips pursed together, her tongue running over her teeth before responding, “Wish I could say the same…” Her eyes met Jolene’s. “Don’t let the door hit ya on the way out.”   One last look from Jolene before the door finally shut, allowing Aria to finally breathe. “Un-f***ing-believable..” She leaned against the counter and closed her eyes, focusing on her breathing. She wasn’t going to freak out. Her mother was dying, so what? She didn’t feel anything, other than anger. She should be sad -- crying, even. But nothing. Not a single trace of sadness within her. Maybe she was a heartless bitch after all.   After she got herself together, the blonde made her way to the backyard, coming up behind Hunter who was sitting on the outside furniture and wrapped her arms around his neck, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Hunter turned to smile at his girlfriend. “Hey, everything go okay?” he asked and she sighed.    “No, but I wasn’t expecting it to,” she answered honestly, sighing again as she hugged him close to her. “I’m just...glad I have you and Eden. Y’all are all I need.” Another kiss on his cheek before she sat down beside him, watching Eden jump on the trampoline in front of them.   She would inform Hunter of everything that happened, but not right now. Right now, she was going to enjoy her time with the two people she loved most in the world. She would worry about the funeral when it happened.   If it ever happens, that is.

Head Prat

07/11/2020 11:35 PM 

Our little Secret [Pain & Blood]

[Date: May 1995] “It’ll be our little secret, eh Weatherby.”Crouch Snr. words resurfaced as Percy stood at the mouth of the Forbidden Forest, back to the castle as he stared into the darkness that ebbed closer to him as the sun set. Panic began to spread across his chest, every breath met with little expansion of his lungs, leaving him dry and wanting more. But with every inhale it became harder to draw in the next, to subdue what was rising on his arms as a result. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could wait. At some point he would have to go to the castle, would have to admit to what was happening.He should have known better, should have seen or sensed something was off the moment Crouch asked him to take on added responsibility, things that no assistant had business doing, nevermind a novice in the Ministry. Percy was a pleaser though, anything done that would further his career, no questions asked. He had been foolish to go against his gut instinct and now his stomach churned at what exactly he had gotten himself into. In a desire to believe he was special, that he was hand selected by Crouch for his immaculate decision making and ability to juggle many responsibilities at once; that Crouch saw a similar passion and drive in Percy as he did himself and took him under his wing, Percy was now ladened with more than he could take on. It was all a ploy, something deeper happening just beneath the surface that Percy was initially too afraid to scratch at.He just wanted to believe that someone saw something in him. Prove his family wrong, show them he would indeed be someone one day.Dusk skimmed the sky and Percy’s jaw clenched harder with every passing moment as fear blended with anger pulsed through him. Crouchs orders were simple, meet him outside the Forbidden Forest to discuss the upcoming final task and how things had been going. Crouch wanted something to report back to the Ministry with, something to show them and the press that nothing ominous was happening despite the fact they allowed a fourteen year old to participate in tasks he was ill equipped for. Tensions rose the moment that Harry had been selected as the fourth champion. Even though Percy wasn’t overly fond of the young wizard anymore, he felt the compelling pull during the tasks, a brotherly protectiveness that unnerved him as he had to sit and watch - wait to see if death would take away someone his family considered to be one of them.It wasn’t just Harry now though, Percy locked to the judges booth in horror as Ron surfaced from the black lake, hours spent in the murky waters, held hostage by mermaids. He had no idea they involved his brother in the second task but he knew Crouch did, knew the man had a list of who was taken under and while Percy should have suspected he never dreamed they’d actually take Ron. Crouch had promised him his siblings safety, swore that despite Harry being a champion nothing would happen to his brother or sister. Like a coward he didn't show, put Percy in charge of the scoring and only spoke through owls. The letter from Crouch sat heavily in his pocket, Percy planning more than just to have a simple conversation with the older man once he dared to show his face. Whether he had the balls to actually say what he had planned was another matter entirely.The panic spread to his arms, nails unable to sooth the itch under the layers. The hives were a sign of his stress levels, the duress his body was being put under and trying to force him into submission. In a quick glance, he noted the time from the castle tower. “Bloody hell.” He needed to say something, voice his concerns to at least Dumbledore. He could feel the danger around the corner, everything he was risking the longer he waited to speak up but pride was a wicked thing. He wasn’t ready to admit that he messed up, wasn’t prepared to hear it from his family what a failure he was, the shame he brought them by being pig-headed. That he was only chosen by Crouch because he was a sheep - a nobody.Twiggs snapped near the opening of the forest, Percy’s attention fixed on where he believed it came from. Hand on his wand he waited a moment, uncertainty in the situation. There was no reason for Crouch to be in the forest, not unless he was up to something. When they snapped again, Percy listened closer and a momentary relief filled him knowing they were footsteps coming towards him. He let out a long breath into his cold hands, face up to the dark sky above as he readied himself for his speech, to tell Crouch exactly what he thought and where to shove it.“Bit late for you to be out here, don’t ya think?”Percy didn’t mean to groan out loud, a fluid yet subtle string of curses mumbled into the palms of his hands. It wasn’t Crouch.“Everything alright, lad?”The smile placed itself on Percy's face before he lowered his arms, a meticulously look of perfection making over the stress, fear and anger that were all raging within as he faced the one who exited the forest. Percy tried to maintain control over his reaction, but he knew the man instantly, all the stories his father told them flooding Percy. “You’re Alastor Moody!”His steps were rough and uneven as he advanced on Percy, his appearance just as mad as his father had described. “Don’t know why you’re so surprised, you’ve been here long enough to know I’m a professor here.”Percy winced at how stupid he must have sounded in front of someone so great, a hero by all standards. “Right, sorry. Just, my dad speaks so highly of you and I never actually thought I’d met you.”“Weasley.” It wasn’t a question and Percy extended out his hand as he went to introduce himself. “I know who you are Weatherby.”Weatherby. The ridiculous insult of a name caught him off guard, Percy’s face flushing to the color of his hair. He hated it, was a stern reminder that to Crouch he was expandable, not even worthy of being remembered. Percy wasn’t a hard name to remember and even so, he was a Weasley appearance wise through and through. He hide the rise of anger well, kept the smile firmly in place to not show that the name got to him, that he was growing to despise the man he modeled himself after.Curiously, Percy looked over at the mad auror. Few knew he was called that, only his family and the man who expected so much from him but couldn’t even remember his name. “Sorry, Weatherby?”The fake eye whizzed around in the metal clamp, studying Percy before Alastor shrugged. “Your brothers mock you with it here at school. And your father may have told the Ministry the story for a good laugh.”The color of his face went darker, embarrassment burning into his skin. He wasn’t surprised by his brothers, especially the twins, using that blasted name. They had been calling him it since the Quidditch World Cup but his father . . . it destroyed Percy to hear and for a moment the air of perfection fell around him.“I didn’t mean to upset ya, I’m making a point to you with it. Grow a set and make them remember you or you’ll be Weatherby forever. Why are you out here anyways? Student or not, what lies beyond these trees isn’t safe for anyone.”The lie was there and ready, a quick small thing that remained at the tip of his tongue. He needed to speak with someone and while Dumbledore would have been ideal, Moody was just as good of an option in his eyes. Awkwardly he pulled out the letters from Crouch, every owl sent to him with instructions of what he needed and wanted Percy to do. “I don’t believe Crouch is acting himself. This isn’t the man that originally hired me. He’s claiming sickness but . . .” Percy handed over the letters, a weight from his shoulders going with them. “I think I messed up in following these. I’m going to Dumbledore and Fudge tomorrow because I know something isn’t right.”“You want some advice?”Percy’s lips curved into a lost smile. “Please.”“Give it a few days before you report anything. I know Crouch and he’s probably just testing you, seeing how loyal you are.”Unease settled deep within Percy. He knew what he had to do, believed it was the right thing but if Moody was right and Crouch saw him as weak, disloyal he had the ability to destroy Percy’s career before it even took off.“I’ll hold onto these and if you haven’t heard anything from him by the end of the week express your concerns. Don’t you have work to finish?”With a small nod, Percy gave his thanks unable to shake the growing sense of dread took over the weight that was once on his shoulders.  -3 Days Later- Percy stood in the center of Dumbledore's office, his eyes wide in a state of permanent shock. Crouch had been seen in the Forbidden Forest, Viktor Krum found stunned where Harry had left him with Crouch. The events spiraled out of control the moment Harry said Crouch kept asking for Percy, using the name Weatherby. The statement condemned Percy, Minister Fudge looking for a quick scapegoat that had no power or position, no one loyal to them.Vomit rose as invisible bonds were placed around his wrists, Percy left alone for a moment as Dumbledore tried to reason with Fudge, almost plead Percy’s case to make others see just how insane it was, that Percy wasn't capable of manipulating Crouch and possibly killing him. His entire body trembled as Moody walked into the room, the mechanical eye locking in on him and Percy tried to step forward, pain slicing through his skin as a result.“Moody . . . Moody!” There was desperation in hushed voice to only be heard by the auror that entered. “Please tell me you brought the letters.”There was a look on the older wizards face that Percy couldn’t place but it sent his heart plummeting. “What letters?”“The letters Crouch sent me that I gave to you! We spoke about this, you told me to wait until the end of the week before I said anything. I did what you said and Crouch is missing now and they think I had something to do with it. Please, just tell them I didn’t do this.”A smile snaked its way across Moody’s face, a glint of wickedness behind his seeing eye as he leaned in close to Percy. “Don’t worry Weatherby. It’ll be our little secret.”Horror sunk into Percy as Moody stepped back, two aurors taking his place. Their voices were muffled, the crimes in which they were arresting Percy for going unheard as he stared at the madman grinning at him from across the room.

>Rᴇvoʟuᴛɪonary->

07/11/2020 10:21 PM 

Reply - Put Some Clothes On ft. Illuminare

RevolutionaryThe shiny foil wrappers caught Jackson’s attention, pulling his gaze from the scraps of black lace that barely passed for Davina’s undergarments in his hand. “Welp... I was wondering where those went. I knew I didn’t use all of them that night. I... I’m just gonna put a load of laundry on to wash.” He could feel the heat creeping up his cheeks as he dropped the dirty clothing and towels into the washing machine and got it started.It wasn’t that he was embarrassed, but as a widower he’d grown accustomed to his own ways, not having to answer to a woman. And he wasn’t used to having women in his home but for the occasional roll in the hay. He had carnal needs that were, at times, amplified by his werewolf DNA, that simply weren’t satisfied by a bottle of lube, a box of tissues and the flick of his wrist. Sex was as natural to him as breathing, although he had preferences. He hadn’t a desire nor a need to be with every woman that threw herself at him. Allie for instance, was a casual f***. She knew exactly what he wanted, what he didn’t want, and the thing she did with the tip of her tongue... damn. His body was tensing just thinking about it. “Sh*t...” He mumbled the word, now having an erection and now having to face Davina once again. Maybe she wouldn’t notice.A bit of awkward tension hung in the air as Jackson made his way back into the kitchen to check on Davina. She was back to mixing up whatever spell she was concocting. Okay, maybe not a spell. Whatever it was, it smelled heavenly. His cognac gaze shifted to the condoms on the counter. Casually reaching for them, he slid them into his back pocket, trying not to draw too much attention. In an effort to divert her, he peered into the bowl. “So... are goodies made with magic still edible goodies? Are you going to share your goodies? ...Or, I mean, whatever it is you’re making?”  template credit.

Savannah

07/11/2020 09:01 PM 

Museday Tuesday 001

Clean Bandit - Rockabye  Walking up to the third floor of the apartment building, Savannah unlocked the front door, her keys dropping into the bowl on a small wooden stand. She kicked her shoes off as she entered through to the living room where an older female was sitting and watching the news on the television. "How was she tonight?" she asked watching the woman stand up and reach for her jacket. "An angel as always." Savannah smiled softly at the woman as she watched her leave. "Thanks again, Patty." Securing the door after her, she turned down a small hallway to the only closed door in the row. Pulling the door open, the light from the hallway illuminated a small sliver of space and Savannah was able to see her. Little Paisley, asleep soundly in her bed. "Oh, love no ones ever gonna hurt you, love." A sigh escaped the single mother as she closed the door once more and continued down the hall to her own bedroom. Thoughts of how her life was going flooded her mind. There was no question about it. She's gone astray, from the way she was raised. The way her parents had anticipated for her. She just wants a life, for her baby and she would stop at nothing to do it. Her waitressing job only did so much, so Savannah had to resort to a much more unsavory form of employment. Sleeping with random men and sending risque pictures were the last things she thought she would be doing. "Your life ain't gonna be nothing like my life." She promised under her breath as she slowly started to wipe the smeared makeup from her face. She would lay her life on the line if it meant that her daughter wouldn't have to live out her life in the same manner. "You're gonna grow and have a good life." she continued her vow, standing from her vanity and walking towards the bathroom to wash the night off of her skin. 

ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

07/11/2020 09:58 PM 

[reply to FIXER-UPPER.]

Markus never saw himself as the leader of the deviants. When he first joined Jericho, there was a bit of doubt deep within himself as he stared out at the androids who looked either lost or hopeless. There was something deep inside of him that made him realize he couldn't stand by and allow the humans to take anything from him anymore. He was alive and he was FREE. They were all free, but what kind of freedom was this? Living and hiding on some freighter where the humans couldn't bother them? Markus refused to live like that. There had to be something more.That's why he went to the Stratford Tower. They would send the humans a message and they would listen this time. Markus never thought of the consequences that would happen when they brought themselves out in the world like that, but he couldn't stand by and watch his people die. Jericho was waiting for someone to start something and here he was; ready and willing to fight for his people. That's why they gather Cyberlife supplies any chance they possibly can. They arleady gathered more than enough when he first got there, but there's no shame in being extra prepared right?"More of our people are coming to Jericho, Markus." North joined him in the area they blocked off for themselves. "Soon we'll have more than enough to help us with our message." She gave him a soft smile; her eyes revealing more to her sentence than she probably cared to admit. Markus had given their people hope, which could have been a good thing if it didn't feel like the world was on his shoulders. All this power... it felt good, but it was also scary in a way."There's a great responsibility with power, Markus." He remembered Carl telling him once. "You can either allow that to swallow you whole or you can keep yourself from diving in the mix. There's never a good or wrong answer. Don't lose yourself if you ever find that power within your grasp." His voice disappeared, which caused Markus to close his eyes. He never truly understood what Carl had meant back then. Markus was only a machine after all, so his teachings were a little lost on him when his mind was still wired to his programming. He opened his eyes and turned to look at North again with a little nod. "Good. I have another plan to free more of our people, but I need to discuss that with everyone else first." He was silent as he thought about Simon; the one he left behind in the tower all because he had been shot. He wasn't sure if his friend ever made it, but there was a small part of him that assumed he would. Androids were strong. North waved her hand in front of his face. "Markus. Are you okay? You've been a little distracted lately."He sighed. "Of course. I'm just thinking of our next move. We should lay low for a little bit to let the message of Stratford Tower to sink in." As if convincing himself that he would rather wait instead of jumping right into it, he nodded. North pursed her lips and stood there with him for a moment before deciding to join the other androids near the televsions to see what the media was talking about.There was a light frown on his face as he stood up himself and made his way towards the balcony. He watched as androids gathered around the fires he began for them; either conversing about their plight or just keeping to themselves. Markus wanted to join them, but he refrained from doing so. Sometimes it got a little overwhelming approaching them. Most of them liked to give their advice or spoke to him about how scared they were. He understood that feeling well. He was scared too, but he couldn't stand by. It was never that simple. It was never that easy. That's why he wanted to lay low for a bit. Maybe it would help their message get across to the humans more if they didn't act quickly.His thoughts carried away with him as he noticed two new people moving through the freighter's doors. One carried a toolbox while the other seemed like they had been through hell. To him, they looked suspicious. To everyone else, they probably looked like two lost androids joining the fray. Markus knew better than that. There was something about that girl that told him otherwise. She wasn't an android, but that other one was. If that was the case, why would they lead a human here? Didn't they realize how dangerous it was?lThere was a bit of familiarity when it came to the girl. Whoever it was; she was someone he had seen before. He couldn't exactly recall where, but he had to do something about it. As the Leader of Jericho, his people's lives came first. Still... that android leading her here had to have a good enough reason to bring her through those doors. Either way, he had to check. Markus stepped back from the balcony and headed in the direction of the android and the human walking through the crowd, though he was simply watching them both; keeping an eye on them to make sure they didn't do anything drastic. Once he deemed it appropriate, he reached a hand up and stopped her in her tracks; easily stepping around to face her. The android was already hesitant in their actions, but they were mostly surprised to see Markus standing in front of them. He ignored the android and turned to look at the human girl. Mismatched hues pierced through hers. "Why did you bring a human here?" His voice was soft; mostly not to alarm the other androids that surrounded them. The last thing he needed to do was freak everyone else out. Sometimes humans made them feel nervous. Markus was different. He knew humans weren't the same. That didn't mean he wasn't going to be suspicious though. sweetener

Frank

07/11/2020 09:46 PM 

New York Docks 3:45am
Current mood:  angsty

Frank hunkered down on the roof of a warehouse adjacent to the pier. He cradled a large Barret Rifle in his arms and adjusted the binoculars to get a look at a ship being unloaded. A large Russian cargo hauler was in dry dock and was buzzing with activity. This was no ordinary cargo ship however. It was Nikola Demtriov cargo ship bring in young girls from across the sea from eastern europe to work in his brothels. Frank wanted to unload on all those sacks of sh*t down there but he couldn't. If he acted now Demitrov's men would scuttle the ship with the girls on board. He needed a plan to save the girls and waste these pricks. 

Marvel Crime action gore violence

Bandit Queen

07/11/2020 09:36 PM 

Magic

Magic. Magic always comes with a price. Snow White, the woman who usually had everything under control, was now a mess. Her life had fallen apart. But why? Why had it fallen apart? Was it cause she now had magic, that she seemed to have trouble controlling? Or was it that she was pushing people away?Since returning from the alternate reality, when every one was everybody else, Snow had changed slightly. The Author had put Snow as the Evil Queen, and what Snow didn’t understand was why when they returned to Storybrooke, she still had magic. It was Dark magic and most days she couldn’t control it. She started pushing people away, afraid of hurting them. Magic always came with a price. And the price was her husband walking away, feeling like he couldn’t help her. The one person, apart from her daughter and grandson, that she loves the most was now walking away..Snow stood at the window of the apartment, looking out as she watched David put his suit case into the box of the truck then jumping into the cab after giving her one last look. Resting her head on the window as he drove away, she felt the tears run down her cheeks. She was foolish for not letting him help her. Snow  knew that was all the he wanted to do was to help. But Snow was being stubborn and wanting to fix this herself.Snow let her body slide along the wall until she sat with her back against it. Pity and anger ran through her body. She was shaking as she felt the magic running through her. “NO!!” She shouted, slamming her hands down on the floor, sending vibrations through the floor and up the walls. Bringing her hands up, she crossed them over her chest, making fists. “No” She said softly. How could she let herself get worked up? It could end badly for every one.Snow hated that she was wallowing in self pity. Hated that she had pushed people away and had to watch David leave. Leave her, leave the life they had built. Snow loves David with everything she is. If it wasn’t for him, Snow would’ve been in the clutches of the Evil Queen a long time ago. But here it was, he was gone. Because of her. And how she thought she was strong enough to deal with her problem alone. Magic always comes with a price, it always did. And that price she paid because she was stubborn. Now she had to live with it because what she had done. Snow needed help, she had to get over herself and ask for help. But was it to late? Would she sink in and let the darkness take over now that she had no one? Snow stared at herself in the mirror that was across from her. She had to figure things out. Snow has to figure out who she is. But can she? Just because it seems to be good to be true doesn't mean it is. Created by Patriot

Previous123456789...701702Next



© 2020 RolePlayer.me. All Rights Reserved.