okay I guess his door isn't locked then. I thought I read that it was, but I'm tired so I probably read it wrong. Working on a post.
Belle
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searching for my Beast
STATUS: To anyone who cares, I will be taking a break from rpg. I don’t know if I am coming back. 8 yrs ago
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To anyone who cares, I will be taking a break from rpg. I don’t know if I am coming back.
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8 yrs ago
Going to a dark place again... Trying to claw my way out is getting harder...
8 yrs ago
I am getting very tired of being blamed for things that are not my fault
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9 yrs ago
When you are so emotional you are close to dropping from every rp you are in just so people won't have to deal with you anymore
10 yrs ago
When a character that meant something to you gets torn down and thrown away like trash... 😢
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@alexfangtalon are Alex and Malcolm going to have a talk now? Cuz if you locked his door then I'll have to wait for you to come in and start the convo before I post as Malcolm.
@Wick OMG she's so cute! I love that gold hair!!
@Wick MIMI!! I love it!!
@Wick Aww!
My aunt and uncle just got a new child today. She has autism and her parents gave up custody of her saying they couldn't handle her. The state offered my aunt and uncle a chance to adopt her, since they have adopted so many other children, and of course they say yes so I have a new cousin!! She is four and would you believe her name is Gracie? lol how's that for cosmic coincidence?! When I heard her name I was like "Are you kidding me?!"
My aunt and uncle just got a new child today. She has autism and her parents gave up custody of her saying they couldn't handle her. The state offered my aunt and uncle a chance to adopt her, since they have adopted so many other children, and of course they say yes so I have a new cousin!! She is four and would you believe her name is Gracie? lol how's that for cosmic coincidence?! When I heard her name I was like "Are you kidding me?!"
I can't use titanpad. My computer freezes when I try.
I'm not really use to playing male characters so I'm sorry if my writing for Malcolm sucks. I'm trying to make him seem pity-able and likeable, like an old man who has made mistakes and is trying to correct them. That way when the truth comes out it'll be a smack in the face for everyone.
Malcolm looked at Nikki with relief and gratitude. "Thank you my dear. You are God's blessing to me. A chance to bathe away this filth would be beyond anything I could ask for. I greatly appreciate your hospitality. I will not take advantage for long. Just enough to rest and then I must search for my party. I have to know if any of them are still alive. You understand that, don't you?" he asked, knowing already from five minutes with Nikki that if any of her group were lost she would go and find them.
His head snapped up when a certain name was mentioned. "Katherine... You know a Katherine Monroe? No... it can't possibly be... God is not so gracious... But what if... oh Lord what if it is her?!" Malcolm covered his face in his hands, tears coming to his eyes. "Before the world went to Hell I was searching for a Katherine Monroe. My daughter... my only child..." he pulled a battered photo from his pocket to show : a teenage Katherine standing next to a birthday cake smiling. "Several years ago we had a disagreement that turned into a full on argument. I'm ashamed to say I beat her in anger. I have never regretted something as much as I regret that. I would cut off my own hand if it would take the action back. She ran away, rightly scared of me. I have been searching to tell her I'm so sorry, to beg for her forgiveness. I love my little Kitty so much. I was terrified I had lost her forever to the walking dead. Tell me, please, do you know this girl?"
His head snapped up when a certain name was mentioned. "Katherine... You know a Katherine Monroe? No... it can't possibly be... God is not so gracious... But what if... oh Lord what if it is her?!" Malcolm covered his face in his hands, tears coming to his eyes. "Before the world went to Hell I was searching for a Katherine Monroe. My daughter... my only child..." he pulled a battered photo from his pocket to show : a teenage Katherine standing next to a birthday cake smiling. "Several years ago we had a disagreement that turned into a full on argument. I'm ashamed to say I beat her in anger. I have never regretted something as much as I regret that. I would cut off my own hand if it would take the action back. She ran away, rightly scared of me. I have been searching to tell her I'm so sorry, to beg for her forgiveness. I love my little Kitty so much. I was terrified I had lost her forever to the walking dead. Tell me, please, do you know this girl?"
"My name is Malcolm Monroe," the old man said. "Are you the leader here? You must be quite the remarkable young woman to be leader of men who are older than yourself," he complimented her.
His smile twitched when she wanted to disarm him, but he handed over his weapon. "I am not comfortable handing over my only source of protection. You understand why of course." Malcolm said, mirroring her words. "But since you have not killed me yet I will assume you do not mean to do so," he added before handing over his handgun.
He stared down at his blood and dirt stained hands. "When the dead started attacking a few of us made a home in a Home Depot on the other side of the city. We barricaded it the best we could. It kept out the dead, but not the living," he said bitterly, his jaw clenched in anger. "We were set upon by vultures of men who forced us from our sanctuary. We tried to find a new home, but we were attacked by a group of the dead as we made our way through the city. I got separated from the others in the mayhem that followed. They likely think I am dead, if any of them made it. Damn those looting bastards!" Malcolm suddenly snarled, then calmed. "Forgive my outburst. I am just so very tired..."
Malcolm closed his eyes, breathing deeply and evenly. "The world is consumed by Hell... even the Devil himself doesn't bother with us, leaving us to his army of the flesh-eating dead... God has abandoned us..."
Something was pressed into his hand and he realized it was a pack of peanut butter crackers. "Thank you. I'm sorry. I was rambling. I am quite hungry as well," Malcolm said, eating the food carefully as though every crumb counted.
His smile twitched when she wanted to disarm him, but he handed over his weapon. "I am not comfortable handing over my only source of protection. You understand why of course." Malcolm said, mirroring her words. "But since you have not killed me yet I will assume you do not mean to do so," he added before handing over his handgun.
He stared down at his blood and dirt stained hands. "When the dead started attacking a few of us made a home in a Home Depot on the other side of the city. We barricaded it the best we could. It kept out the dead, but not the living," he said bitterly, his jaw clenched in anger. "We were set upon by vultures of men who forced us from our sanctuary. We tried to find a new home, but we were attacked by a group of the dead as we made our way through the city. I got separated from the others in the mayhem that followed. They likely think I am dead, if any of them made it. Damn those looting bastards!" Malcolm suddenly snarled, then calmed. "Forgive my outburst. I am just so very tired..."
Malcolm closed his eyes, breathing deeply and evenly. "The world is consumed by Hell... even the Devil himself doesn't bother with us, leaving us to his army of the flesh-eating dead... God has abandoned us..."
Something was pressed into his hand and he realized it was a pack of peanut butter crackers. "Thank you. I'm sorry. I was rambling. I am quite hungry as well," Malcolm said, eating the food carefully as though every crumb counted.
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