Flightless_Soul

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Cant wait too see what "unbelievable things" were going to have to do :D

@BilboTheGreat

Ehehehe....we all gon die.... DX

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Did indeed. Let's see how that plays out. (Well I have my ideas... yeah)

@KahleenCuthald

<.<.....*Side eyeing*

Task Force: Banshee

And like two turtles fucking its also fun to join in to speed things up

@Vortex

XD That would be a very awkward threesome

Turtle: "Oi froggy! You lookin' at my bird?"

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@BilboTheGreat Sall good ^__^ *really hoping Lyra picks a chick*

Everyone's got some really good posts, and I'm enjoying how this is shaping out, although...I'm a bit confuzzled. Did we add a fifth slot or something? O__o I mean I've got no probs with it, just wondering is all. ^___^

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@fourtimesnine@duskshine749@BilboTheGreat

Harley Whitfield

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Confused...

That is how I feel at the moment. None of this makes any sense.

I wake up from a God awful nightmare, only to find myself surrounded by people I have never met nor seen once in my entire life, and I am in some bizarre place I have no recollections of whatsoever. The only thing I can discern is...it is some sort of hedge maze, a labyrinth of green walls, walls that I feel...someone or something is lurking behind.

I turn to the boy just as he is apologizing for jarring me. Really it's nothing. I'm a jumpy person anyways. His voice, the tone is very sweet and full of concern. I can tell he is a nice person, but still...I have my apprehensions. Mum always said, even the devil hides behind pretty smiles.

"N-no, it's okay. No need to apologize." As calm as I can I reply to him. "I'm...Harley, Harley Whitfield."

Will, his name is, he also seems quite shy, but then again, my people skills are next to nothing. He asks me if I want to climb on his shoulders and investigate the tree further. Indeed, I too am curious as to what the letters say, and Will is quite taller than me, practically a Hobbit compared to him at just 5'2''. "Um...maybe. I don't really have much balance, and...I'm a little afraid of heights. I mean...we can try." Still, I want to find out what they say, if they have some sort of clue, anything to reveal where we are, who brought us here, the questions I desperately want answered.

I was just about to consider climbing Will's shoulders, but then....

"Hi, Hello... Sorry if I'm interrupting you guys but, do you know where we are?"

"Hey, you're awake, that's awesome. This place is crazy, right? What's going on?"

My attention shifts from Will to the two, yet only one I recognize from earlier, one of the few who were still asleep. Now only one remained slumbering in the grass...but...who the bloody hell was this other bloke?

"Oh um...hi. Sheepishly I wave in reply. "We're all asking that same question. I'm Harley and...this is Will."

merry christmas

Happy friggin Yule!

the path of blood

This looks pretty interesting. Reminds me alot of The Extinction Parade. Might keep an eye on this.

Task Force: Banshee

True, like turtles trying to fuck. <.<

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Nice the game took off so lovely! Remember guys, you decide what you do but I decide how it goes ;) you're in my hands now muhaha

@KahleenCuthald

Meep! P-p-please be gentle.... O///O

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Harley Whitfield

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For a moment or so, my eyes flicker away, and my attention is drawn from the slumbering few to the tree once more. It is then that I notice among the vibrant colored apples and thick, sprawling branches...there are pieces of paper strung up by threads of twine, not just any pieces of paper...but...letters, notes of some sort. Yet, the tree is too tall for me to climb, and I'm not that very athletic. Art students don't really need a gym credit to graduate anyways.

How on earth did I even get here? I wonder quietly to myself, pacing back and forth between the well and the tree fiddling with a few stray locks of my hair, messy and unkempt. Think Harley. There had to be something, someone who brought you here. Surely you've seen their face. It is then I close my eyes, beginning an internal scan of all my memories. I remember who I am, Harley Whitfield, a high school student, age seventeen. I live with my family on a small ranch in the countryside of Hereford. Two days ago, I submitted a painting in for my art project. I remember, because it was the first time I worked with acrylic paints. It turned out alright honestly, but....yesterday....it's as though it never existed. The more and more I try to think upon it, the more it continues to elude me, nothing, a blank space within the tapestry of my recollections, a missing thread...the piece to this confounding puzzle set before me. This is too weird...

"Hi there!"

I jump at the voice, jettisoned from my bewilderment as a brief but audible yelp bursts from my lungs, quickly my hands reaching to cover my mouth while my cheeks redden scarlet. My God...it's one of them. I turn to face him slowly, a boy, perhaps a bit older than me, in a gray hoodie and wearing glasses.

"Do you know where this is?"

"Ah...n-no I don't." Nervously I answer him, carefully my hands retreating to my sides and ruffling the hem of my dark red and black flannel. "I was hoping you would know. Who are you?"

It is then behind him I discover an opening of some kind, a path leading out of the clearing into who knows where, a path much like the mysterious and lovely clearing, being that all sides are flanked by the towering hedges. I wonder...is this some sort of garden? Well obviously, but there's a word that keeps repeating in the back of my mind. I've seen this before...

...Labyrinth...

Interview the person below you

1. Ave Satanas \m/
2. Shit, what else?
3. Defenestration - the act of throwing someone or something out a window

1. Christmas or Saturnalia?
2. What musical instruments do you play?
3. Do you think I should bury myself ass first in the sand?