10/15/2020 10:37 PM  AC - 10/11 She was born for terrible things. From the moment she was born, Rae had grown used to being told that she was used to being told that she was worthless, that all she did was ruin and destroy. The dark-haired girl never cared much for the words nor did she allow any of them to truly break through her already thick skin. She embraced the monster that she was painted as, reveling within the looks on the faces of anyone and everyone that looked down upon her as she acted in the way that their minds concocted. Since escaping from the asylum, Raven lived her best life. Without anyone to 'control' her, she prowled the world and unleashed the constraints that her life had been riddled with. Her blood thirst was among the things that made her a monster in the eyes of anyone who came across her path. Typically, she could control it. It was on the days that she had gone weeks without a taste that she really becomes her worst demons. Living in a big city filled with people wasn't something she particularly imagined for herself. Rae was sociable enough, but preferred to stick to herself because she knew that all people were sh*t in the right circumstances. The only reason she chose to live some time in New York City was because she knew she would have an ample supply of fresh blood whenever she needed it. Only problem was, being free for the first time in her life made her elate with newfound control and power. Playing things careful wasn't nearly as fun as going all out so, she decided to indulge herself. After a night of heavy drinking, the raven-haired woman found a male suitor interested in what she had to offer. He purchased her drinks all night, no doubt hoping to get into her pants. Rae played along, flirting here and there before promising him that she would go home with him. The man was beside himself, the excitement that had splashed upon his face almost sickening. He paid off the tab and brought her home, his heated lips peppering her throat the moment the door closed behind them. Large hands groped about her body as his mouth trailed up her throat to kiss her lips, a kiss that was short-lived as he yelped and ripped himself back. As he did, Rae's mouth pulled into a small devilish smile,her lips freshly painted with his blood. He dabbed at his lower lip with his forefinger, shock etched heavily upon his features as he looked down and noticed that she had bit him. "What? You don't like to play rough?" She inquired, voice smooth as velvet as she sauntered closer to him. Her hand flattened out on his chest as she pushed him back, allowing him to fall down into the couch directly behind him. The expression on his face still showed shock, perhaps even a little fear as he attempted to try and tell her that he didn't like playing rough. Raven ignored his words, crawling on top of him and settling into his lap, each of her legs now hugging his torso tightly as she flashed a pearly white smile. "It's a good thing you don't get a say." She hummed, and without warning her fingers tangled into his blond hair, ripping his head to the side before she chomped down into his throat. The blood-curdling scream that ripped from his mouth made her heart flutter, free hand slapping over his mouth to shush him only so that the neighbors didn't call for help. Raven was ravenous, chomping down rather than just suckling from the wound until she could feel the crunch of tendons, hot warm blood gushing like a gyser over them both. The man died in seconds... but she left him only after there was nothing left for her to enjoy... 0 Comments

10/01/2020 11:41 PM  Activity Check - 9/27 Raven had never been a creative person. It was of no fault of her own because her life had been a constant sleu of fight and survival. Sitting down and playing around with paints or clay had never really been an option for her. In fact, to her, there was no real difference between one art piece and the other. They were as they were: pieces of paper, clay or marble etched and morphed into shapes and colors. It was for this reason that she couldn't help but snort as someone called her aside while she was walking through Riot World; they wanted to draw her, to show her who she really was. "You're funny." The raven-haired beauty coughed, but stopped immediately at the downtrodden look that splashed upon the young boy's face. A heavy sigh escaped past her full lips as she agreed, taking a seat where he had asked her to and allowing him to 'work his magic'. The boy was busy to work immediately, his tiny hands working seemingly at the speed of light as he dropped one pencil for the next, rubbed at the parchment with his fingertips and even grunted here and there. Raven remained silent, only moving as he finally announced that he was done. He lifted the image  off the easle and showed her, his face overwhelmed by emotions of pride and excitement as he asked what she thought. Her eyes drank in the piece, noting the intricate lines and shapes, the shading and details. What he drew was not what she expected; she did not look like a  person and instead, looked like a big ball of abstract shapes with shades of red and black. Rae tilted her head to the side as if to better digest what she was looking at, but it didn't help make it any more clear. Out of fear that she would discourage him, a small smile twitched upon her lips. "Very interesting." Raven hummed, rising from her chair and naturally grabbing out a few 20's that the boy attempted to decline until finally, her stubborness won out and he took the cash. Rae took the image in her hands, offering another light smile to the boy. "Keep up your work. If this is how you see me now, I am curious to see how you may see me in the future." She concluded, before turning on her heels and stalking off. 0 Comments

09/16/2020 05:12 PM  Activity Check - 9/20 Another late night at the bar, nothing new. Well after she drank her fill she stumbled out of the bar and began her long trudge back to her apartment. The streets were barren, mainly because she was the only one crazy enough to be out and about in Valkery so late at night. Rae’s alabaster fingers tightened around the neck of the bottle she stiffed from the bar, knuckles turning ghostly white as she brought the mouth of the bottle to her full lips. The raven-haired woman took a full drink, cherishing the inferno that ensued as the brown liquor raced down her esophagus. Drinking had quickly become a favorite past time for her, a good way to escape from the demons that haunted her every waking moment. Most days, life came and gone without much hassle. She was a strong-willed woman who had gone through Hell and back more times than she cared to count and because of this, let very few things get under her skin. Of course, no one person is strong without any sort of vice; hers just so happened to be alcohol. In the midst of her walk home, something out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. She let the bottle drop back down to her side as her hazel hues fixed on what appeared to be a polaroid. Lips pursed curiously as she drew closer to it. As she reached the small square image she knelt down and plucked it from the chilly asphalt before bringing it up in front of her face. Thanks to her drunken stupor, it took a few minutes for her vision to clear enough for her to see what it was… or who. There, in the middle of the photo was Raven herself, mouth stained with fresh blood and flesh hanging from the mouth as her fingers gripped tightly into what appeared to be a lifeless man in some sort of alleyway. Her stomach lurched… but it wasn’t the gruesome sight that made her uneasy, it was what she saw at the far right corner of the picture – a syringe locked between an unknown thumb and forefinger, it’s contents filled with a liquid she recognized all too well as being a tranquilizer. Raven quickly flipped the image around, wondering if there was anything on the back and just as she thought, it did. Scrawled haphazardly in what appeared to be a marker read: “KEEP PLAYING LIKE A GOOD GIRL AND I WON’T HAVE TO USE THIS ON YOUR AGAIN.” The sentence made her throat tighten, sending her heart plummeting into the bile pit of her stomach. Those words may mean little to nothing to an outsider but to her, it meant that something horrible was about to come. You see, before she escaped from the underground facility at the Asylum, she lived the better part of ten years being injected with Chaos. She was unruly and decided on many occasions that she could tip the scales in her favor thanks to her trusty ability of lie detection. It worked well for a while… but as the doctor caught on, he started to grow impatient and began injecting her whenever she didn’t do as he wished. Most cases, it was simple test runs or allowing him to take blood samples and on other occasions… it was to do unspeakable things. The dark-haired woman stashed the photograph quickly into her leather jacket, head snapping in both directions and behind herself in hopes of catching whomever had left the photo. This wasn’t a f***ing coincidence, she thought to herself, unable to stave off the paranoia that crept up her throat. Raven brought the bottle of Jack back to her lips, this time tipping the bottom up towards the starry sky as she guzzled down the rest. When it was cashed, she tossed it aside, not giving a damn as the glass shattered against the curb. “Everyone’s a f***ing comic.” She hissed to herself before stumbling back down the road, her once peaceful night now filled with paranoia. There was no telling who had left that picture behind or worse yet, who took it, but she was going to damn-well figure it out if it’s the last thing she does.   0 Comments

08/18/2020 03:40 PM  Note to a Past Self Life is a sh*t show, but you already know this. Since the moment we were born we were thrown into the lion's den with a big juicy steak in our hands. We didn't have a chance. I remember what it felt like to have no one and nothing to call our own. I'm not saying that this  changes much, but I do have my freedom. Where most people want the newest piece of technology, all we ever wanted was to be able to choose against being stuck hundreds of times in the name of 'science'. Who the f*** cares if that red sh*t can make me stronger if I don't have the simple ability to choose what I can do with my body. We never signed up for that; we thought we were going to a home that may miraculously want us. I think that's when it first set in that life isn't fair. Not by a long shot. The longer I'm alone, the easier it becomes. I know I should be encouraging you to try and connect with others (or some Disney sh*t like that), but I can't. Now that I know people lie all the time, it's hard to really care about connecting. From my experience, and what you soon too will see, people use others and then discard them. Everyone has their own ulterior motives and in the end, if it's their life or yours, they will happily choose to save their own ass. I guess this shouldn't come as a surprise to me. If I'm being honest, I'd save myself before anyone in a heartbeat. Still, People tote about how great it is to be accepted, to have friends and to love but really, it's all just a sham. What gain is there in having someone else to care about? It's another mouth to feed, another concern on the mind. I have enough sh*t in my life to stress any sane person out in a lifetime. I don't need that sh*t. I know what you're thinking. I should win some aware for inspirational speaking.  I learned quickly that lying does no good for anyone and if there is one person out there I should be candor with, I guess it's with myself. Do better than me. Survive. That's all that matters. 0 Comments

08/05/2020 12:57 PM  WANTED CONNECTIONS The Handler: This is the person that always has a job for her. They are a great networker and whenever she desperately needs her fix, she goes to them. They decide to go along with Raven when she reports she is moving to Valkery. They agree, only because deep they have grown fond of the connection. She's a beautiful strong woman that keeps his ass in check and he likes that. It was only a business transaction at first, but now it's become more for him. He doesn't admit that he has feelings, but maybe that's what they are? Orphaned Friend: This connection (male or female) was at the same Orphange that Raven was until she eventually was adopted by The Doctor when she was 6 years old. Raven struggled with social interaction, but her friend was understanding of this and always made sure to look out for her (even though Raven was certain it was she that was looking after her friend).  Ride or Die: Drink and Drugging Buddy/Drug Dealer: We hang when we want to get f***ed up. That's about it.   0 Comments

07/31/2020 01:46 PM  Owes List MULTIPARA WRITING: I OWE YOU: Starters: None Replies: Tesla (discord - 1/19) YOU OWE ME: Starters: None Replies: Mi-Sun (discord (12/7) Sang (discord - 12/9) PARA/BANTER WRITING: I OWE YOU: Starters: None Replies: None YOU OWE ME: Starters: None Replies: Raphael (discord - 1/11); 00/04 Ki (discord - 1/19) Moon (discord - 1/19) LAST UPDATED: January 19, 2020 0 Comments

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