Apokalipse
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8 yrs ago
Mom is out of the hospital so I might actually have time to rp but we'll see
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8 yrs ago
'yo sis we need a thot slayer there's too many thots want to join the thot police we're recruiting'
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8 yrs ago
should I return?
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8 yrs ago
If that ain’t a college mood
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8 yrs ago
“Hullabaloo, and howdy doo! Musty prawns, and Timbucktu! Yeltsy-by, and hibbety-hoo! Kick ’em in the dishpan! Hoo hoo hoo!!”
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manapool, did you mean extroverted? Introverted means they prefer to have alone time and are a bit closed off while extroverted means they love being around people and are outgoing.
LOL okay.
I'll get a post up later. my dog is sleeping on my computer right now.
I'll get a post up tomorrow ^_^ Hopefully I can find something for Lovedaia to do. I am not happy how my writing of her is right now, so I'm gonna subtly tweak it a little bit maybe. I just have to get the hang of it first.
Sorry, the ending is slightly rushed because I have to go somewhere.
Magnolia’s legs ached, her head pulsed, but she pushed herself on. Sweat coated her body like skin, causing her clothes to stick to her slick body, her perspiration feeding the hungry coarse clothe. Sprinting through the forest, the young woman didn’t dare pivot around to glance at the taunting grips of nature. If asked why she would attempt such a thing, Magnolia would give the simple – to her, at least – and truthful answer: “Piper did it.” While that would be such a hard thing to grasp – how could someone force her to attempt the dangers of the new wild? – it was a relatively average happening in the ex-bartender’s life.
“Run faster!” Piper commanded, and though she usually demonstrated a certain amount of rebellion to such typical orders, Magnolia complied. Her arms swung like pendulums at her side, slicing the air and propelling her forward. Behind her, the ropey vines reached for her like octopus tentacles, itching to snatch her and devour her carcass.
Alas, Magnolia could not run forever and she felt herself slow. Her lungs squeezed painfully with each breath and her legs burned with white fire, muscles compressing in on themselves. Desperate pants escaped her mouth unbidden, acidic slivers of terrible acquiescence in the form of agonizing breaths. With salty tears, she accepted her inevitable death and, as if sensing her resignation, the vines reached her, snaking around her ankle. It pulled tautly, sending Magnolia crashing to the ground and her nose slammed devastatingly into the once-concrete forest floor; a sickening crunch and a rush of blood alerted the dormant Piper and active Magnolia of their shared body’s broken nose.
The lucky vine that won the prize began to drag the fox-like woman deeper into the recesses of the woods, ready for a feast. That was when Magnolia felt the push. It wasn’t a physical push, but a strong mental shove that caused her mind to scatter with pin-pricking, sharp pain. Magnolia was drawn into the back of her own mind, replaced by the daring Piper.
The change was so abrupt and sudden that it was eerie. Magnolia’s desperate crying face altered into the smirking countenance of Piper.
“Bitch, don’t think you can get me!” The alter-ego shouted shrilly, her voice breaking with anxiety covered with bravado. She pushed her shoulder into the floor and propelled her body into a roll, landing on her back. Digging into the backpack carried especially for her, Piper grasped the cool metal of the gun and drew it on the squirming vine. Grinning gleefully, she pressed her finger harshly onto the trigger. Bang! Bang! Bang!
Once released from the grips, Piper struggled to her feet and darted from the breakthrough of the forest that was oh-so-near. The freshness of the air, unfilled with a cluster of towering trees, except for the uncommon bunch, hit her like a cool breeze and she breathed in deeply. Slouching, Piper relished in the rare moment of control.
“Give – me – back – my body!” Magnolia cried and tore Piper from control. Instantaneously, her body straightened and her features softened.
“Finally, the city.” She breathed, though she blinked when a boy – no, man, rushed past her into a breaking run. Figuring that it didn’t mean much good, she reluctantly began to run again, puffing and puffing.
“Hey! What are we running from?”
“Run faster!” Piper commanded, and though she usually demonstrated a certain amount of rebellion to such typical orders, Magnolia complied. Her arms swung like pendulums at her side, slicing the air and propelling her forward. Behind her, the ropey vines reached for her like octopus tentacles, itching to snatch her and devour her carcass.
Alas, Magnolia could not run forever and she felt herself slow. Her lungs squeezed painfully with each breath and her legs burned with white fire, muscles compressing in on themselves. Desperate pants escaped her mouth unbidden, acidic slivers of terrible acquiescence in the form of agonizing breaths. With salty tears, she accepted her inevitable death and, as if sensing her resignation, the vines reached her, snaking around her ankle. It pulled tautly, sending Magnolia crashing to the ground and her nose slammed devastatingly into the once-concrete forest floor; a sickening crunch and a rush of blood alerted the dormant Piper and active Magnolia of their shared body’s broken nose.
The lucky vine that won the prize began to drag the fox-like woman deeper into the recesses of the woods, ready for a feast. That was when Magnolia felt the push. It wasn’t a physical push, but a strong mental shove that caused her mind to scatter with pin-pricking, sharp pain. Magnolia was drawn into the back of her own mind, replaced by the daring Piper.
The change was so abrupt and sudden that it was eerie. Magnolia’s desperate crying face altered into the smirking countenance of Piper.
“Bitch, don’t think you can get me!” The alter-ego shouted shrilly, her voice breaking with anxiety covered with bravado. She pushed her shoulder into the floor and propelled her body into a roll, landing on her back. Digging into the backpack carried especially for her, Piper grasped the cool metal of the gun and drew it on the squirming vine. Grinning gleefully, she pressed her finger harshly onto the trigger. Bang! Bang! Bang!
Once released from the grips, Piper struggled to her feet and darted from the breakthrough of the forest that was oh-so-near. The freshness of the air, unfilled with a cluster of towering trees, except for the uncommon bunch, hit her like a cool breeze and she breathed in deeply. Slouching, Piper relished in the rare moment of control.
“Give – me – back – my body!” Magnolia cried and tore Piper from control. Instantaneously, her body straightened and her features softened.
“Finally, the city.” She breathed, though she blinked when a boy – no, man, rushed past her into a breaking run. Figuring that it didn’t mean much good, she reluctantly began to run again, puffing and puffing.
“Hey! What are we running from?”
Effie entered a tavern, picked randomly, and sat down onto a seat. Her eyes drooped with boredom and exhaustion. There was nothing that made her sleep more than walking silently. Ordering the strongest drink, she downed it in one go before receiving another one.
“It’s very wonderful to see so many different people, isn’t it? This is a place like no other.”
Annie startled at the man’s question and shrugged her shoulder carelessly, “Yeah, I guess it’s different – unique, whatever you wanna call it. But it’s just a place and we’re just people. Undead people, but people nonetheless. We probably won’t last long; too different, too unique.”
The numbing qualities of cool water seeped into her fingers, so long had she held her weapon under water, and she reluctantly pulled away. Frighteningly, Annie felt numb, head to toe; but not because of cold water. Dragging a hand down her weary face, she stood up with a sweep of her wet jeans and turned to Mena to receive answers. Alas, she waited too long.
“I will show you to your living quarters and later explain the situation to a further extent.” The redhead said more, however Annie only listened with half an ear. She spent most of the speech curling and uncurling her fingers, pretending she didn’t exist in such a cruel, cruel world.
Following torpidly, Goodell entered what seemed to be the lounging room. Wintry air climbed up her flesh and Annie wrapped her arms around herself, protecting her body from the cold barrage. It was a simple room, nothing special, and she plopped onto the couch and winced at the uncomfortable hardness, or softness as she really couldn’t tell – it was either too soft that it appeared hard or too hard that it appeared soft, like fire-hot water or freezing cold water.
Annie pointed at the room farthest from the entrance door and gathered everyone’s attention with an annoying yelp. “That room’s mine. I called it – it’s mine.”
When it was clear that it was her room, Annie leapt from the couch and traipsed from the room and to the area that Mena and Andraste had disappeared.
Seeing Andraste cuddling Mena so tenderly, like a mother, made Annie cringe at the intimacy that she had intruded upon. Clearing her throat loudly and obnoxiously, she crossed her arms once again, this time with a certain flare of attitude.
“Would you care to explain more.” While it was worded like a question, it was most definitely a command. Annie was not the bossy sort, never cared enough to have constant control, but she refused to continue any further without knowing all the details she could gather.
Annie startled at the man’s question and shrugged her shoulder carelessly, “Yeah, I guess it’s different – unique, whatever you wanna call it. But it’s just a place and we’re just people. Undead people, but people nonetheless. We probably won’t last long; too different, too unique.”
The numbing qualities of cool water seeped into her fingers, so long had she held her weapon under water, and she reluctantly pulled away. Frighteningly, Annie felt numb, head to toe; but not because of cold water. Dragging a hand down her weary face, she stood up with a sweep of her wet jeans and turned to Mena to receive answers. Alas, she waited too long.
“I will show you to your living quarters and later explain the situation to a further extent.” The redhead said more, however Annie only listened with half an ear. She spent most of the speech curling and uncurling her fingers, pretending she didn’t exist in such a cruel, cruel world.
Following torpidly, Goodell entered what seemed to be the lounging room. Wintry air climbed up her flesh and Annie wrapped her arms around herself, protecting her body from the cold barrage. It was a simple room, nothing special, and she plopped onto the couch and winced at the uncomfortable hardness, or softness as she really couldn’t tell – it was either too soft that it appeared hard or too hard that it appeared soft, like fire-hot water or freezing cold water.
Annie pointed at the room farthest from the entrance door and gathered everyone’s attention with an annoying yelp. “That room’s mine. I called it – it’s mine.”
When it was clear that it was her room, Annie leapt from the couch and traipsed from the room and to the area that Mena and Andraste had disappeared.
Seeing Andraste cuddling Mena so tenderly, like a mother, made Annie cringe at the intimacy that she had intruded upon. Clearing her throat loudly and obnoxiously, she crossed her arms once again, this time with a certain flare of attitude.
“Would you care to explain more.” While it was worded like a question, it was most definitely a command. Annie was not the bossy sort, never cared enough to have constant control, but she refused to continue any further without knowing all the details she could gather.
Komamisa said
Ah, alright. That knowledge sets me free. Well, free enough. I'll get my post up sometime today, provided I don't fall asleep at/on my keyboard... only had 2 hours.Und dann, we (Shifter, myself and maybe Hanged) can finally continue! Wunderbar!Richtig! Managed to not fall asleep, working on my post now.Pardon the random broken German, been listening to Rammstein since yesterday. It be manifesting in my post, I assure you. ...well, maybe loan words.
I used to live in Ramstein, Germany :3
I think we should timeskip to the next town.
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