Guys, sorry, but I'm going to have to leave the rp.
I quit too.
...really?
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It's been over a year since I've written creatively but here I am again.
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Béatrix:
Trixy thought she had managed to pass through unnoticed. Clearly she was no longer necessary to the situation, so why stay? And then his voice practically whipped her, leaving bloody gashes down her back. She froze, not him, not now. It was time to be the actress, act normal, make a few witty jokes, laugh, flirt, move on. Just keep pretending everything was okay, pretending she was okay…
Pretending that she wasn’t in love with him.
She was foul and undeserving of attention or time; Not his, not anyone’s. But alas, she turned, and she smiled a grin that rivaled the moon in its ability to shed light on darkness. She paused and waited for him to catch up. His uneven foot falls caused her to raise a brow and turn. Concern marred her porcelain features.
“You’re hurt.” She said, it was a statement more than it was a question.
Jareth:
“Your forever a bloody idiot, is what you are.” Jar said jokingly before pulling his hand from his own chest. His fingers were slick with dark vampiric blood and the pain made him wince. But it was more than that; the expression on his face was one unfamiliar to him or Theo. He felt like a child backed into a corner, staring up at a great, unspeakable evil. Jareth just stared at his own bloody hand, silent and completely still, as if in a trance. It was like the realization of what had happened previously was just now falling like bricks upon his consciousness.
Trixy thought she had managed to pass through unnoticed. Clearly she was no longer necessary to the situation, so why stay? And then his voice practically whipped her, leaving bloody gashes down her back. She froze, not him, not now. It was time to be the actress, act normal, make a few witty jokes, laugh, flirt, move on. Just keep pretending everything was okay, pretending she was okay…
Pretending that she wasn’t in love with him.
She was foul and undeserving of attention or time; Not his, not anyone’s. But alas, she turned, and she smiled a grin that rivaled the moon in its ability to shed light on darkness. She paused and waited for him to catch up. His uneven foot falls caused her to raise a brow and turn. Concern marred her porcelain features.
“You’re hurt.” She said, it was a statement more than it was a question.
Jareth:
“Your forever a bloody idiot, is what you are.” Jar said jokingly before pulling his hand from his own chest. His fingers were slick with dark vampiric blood and the pain made him wince. But it was more than that; the expression on his face was one unfamiliar to him or Theo. He felt like a child backed into a corner, staring up at a great, unspeakable evil. Jareth just stared at his own bloody hand, silent and completely still, as if in a trance. It was like the realization of what had happened previously was just now falling like bricks upon his consciousness.
I'm still around guys. Don't have a post idea yet. But yeah. I'm not dead. :p
The only thing I fear is killing all of the character development and starting anew. I'd prefer if we kept our character's relationships and interactions thus far as cannon.
Jareth:
"Right, of course... Vampires need blood, vampires, blood, uhh" he shook his hands in front of him, obviously frazzled. 'Ahh!" he exclaimed before spinning and turning to rifle through his mini fridge, knocking over a few bottles of god-only-knows-what before finding his stash. Jar always preferred his blood hot and fresh, but he kept some bottled blood for emergencies, he guessed this counted as an emergencies. Jareth rushed over to Theo with the now open bottle of blood and fed it to Theo. The action itself was oddly tender and nurturing for two otherwise ruthless and rough males.
"Right, of course... Vampires need blood, vampires, blood, uhh" he shook his hands in front of him, obviously frazzled. 'Ahh!" he exclaimed before spinning and turning to rifle through his mini fridge, knocking over a few bottles of god-only-knows-what before finding his stash. Jar always preferred his blood hot and fresh, but he kept some bottled blood for emergencies, he guessed this counted as an emergencies. Jareth rushed over to Theo with the now open bottle of blood and fed it to Theo. The action itself was oddly tender and nurturing for two otherwise ruthless and rough males.
Béatrix:
Of course the prophetess was able to see through her façade. Despite Trixy’s polished skills as an actress, a few people managed to break through the mask and see the girl beneath it. Morgan just so happened to be one of those people.
“I can see why no one ever plays poker with you.” She said as a joke just as she pulled her clawed hand from a now-dead rogue’s chest. “I’ll be fine.” She finished, making it blatantly obvious that she would speak no more on the subject.
The twisted little love scene between Maria and Lucian was enough to make her want to vomit. She didn’t want to see this, especially not now. Her feet wanted to run so badly, to find an escape from the guilt and shame. She still couldn’t look at Alistair. What a macabre family they were, close yes, but oh so distant.
Mary said her torturer got away, Theo, the leader of this Blod clan. The absence of Theo’s body didn’t surprise Trixy, she had a feeling she knew the vampire responsible for taking him. A secret for a secret… She took a deliberately deep, albeit unnecessary, breath. When Alistair mentioned Skye Manor, Béatrix was the first to turn foot and head out.
Jareth:
The dead weight of Theo’s body was an extreme burden on Jar. He couldn’t use the streets, the sun was still up and humans were milling about. It would be a tad out of place to be carrying a seemingly dead person, blood dripping from a gash in his throat, down the street. There was also the gaping hole in his own chest that would cause distraction. Thankfully, this particular lair of Theo’s connected to the sewers. So, with Theo slumped over he shoulders, Jareth headed to the only place he knew was safe, as it had no immediately connections to the Blod clan - except for himself, that is.
His apartment. Yes, the very one he brought Madame de la Croix to. Jareth tossed Theo’s body down on the bed none-to-gently. All of this over a stupid little pet of his. “Was it worth it, you idiot?!” Jareth said aloud before grasping Theo’s face in his hands and shaking it. “Wake up! Wake up!” he yelled and even went so far as to slap Theo. Truth be told, he had no idea how to rouse an unconscious vampire. At least he hoped he was only unconscious…
Of course the prophetess was able to see through her façade. Despite Trixy’s polished skills as an actress, a few people managed to break through the mask and see the girl beneath it. Morgan just so happened to be one of those people.
“I can see why no one ever plays poker with you.” She said as a joke just as she pulled her clawed hand from a now-dead rogue’s chest. “I’ll be fine.” She finished, making it blatantly obvious that she would speak no more on the subject.
The twisted little love scene between Maria and Lucian was enough to make her want to vomit. She didn’t want to see this, especially not now. Her feet wanted to run so badly, to find an escape from the guilt and shame. She still couldn’t look at Alistair. What a macabre family they were, close yes, but oh so distant.
Mary said her torturer got away, Theo, the leader of this Blod clan. The absence of Theo’s body didn’t surprise Trixy, she had a feeling she knew the vampire responsible for taking him. A secret for a secret… She took a deliberately deep, albeit unnecessary, breath. When Alistair mentioned Skye Manor, Béatrix was the first to turn foot and head out.
Jareth:
The dead weight of Theo’s body was an extreme burden on Jar. He couldn’t use the streets, the sun was still up and humans were milling about. It would be a tad out of place to be carrying a seemingly dead person, blood dripping from a gash in his throat, down the street. There was also the gaping hole in his own chest that would cause distraction. Thankfully, this particular lair of Theo’s connected to the sewers. So, with Theo slumped over he shoulders, Jareth headed to the only place he knew was safe, as it had no immediately connections to the Blod clan - except for himself, that is.
His apartment. Yes, the very one he brought Madame de la Croix to. Jareth tossed Theo’s body down on the bed none-to-gently. All of this over a stupid little pet of his. “Was it worth it, you idiot?!” Jareth said aloud before grasping Theo’s face in his hands and shaking it. “Wake up! Wake up!” he yelled and even went so far as to slap Theo. Truth be told, he had no idea how to rouse an unconscious vampire. At least he hoped he was only unconscious…
"I care not for where you sit, as long as you don't think yourself high enough to usurp my chair." Mohowauuck said to Llusia with as much a smile as she could muster. She had no reason to dislike the girl, not yet, but she also didn't quite like her either. "I've thought nothing about your death, or lack there of, I don't really even know who you are." she said honestly, for many years Mohowauuck remained secluded in the forests, surrounding herself with wolves as the vampires never really like her much. Why would she bother to keep up on their history around the world?
After the conclusion of Gabriel's gloomy monologue, murmuring filled the grand hall. The vampires of old muttered about rights and humans and killing, their voices rising in a cacophony. Lady Mo turned her thoughts inward, the tapping of her fingernails on stone allowed her to drown out the others. And then she spoke in a clear voice, not a loud one, but one that rose above the rest in thought and execution.
"Then we will be like them." she suggested to Gabriel. "Look around the room once more, who sits before you but the leaders of every major vampire bloodline in the world? If we unite, our children will unite; You said it yourself, just one of us can take on a thousand of them."
After the conclusion of Gabriel's gloomy monologue, murmuring filled the grand hall. The vampires of old muttered about rights and humans and killing, their voices rising in a cacophony. Lady Mo turned her thoughts inward, the tapping of her fingernails on stone allowed her to drown out the others. And then she spoke in a clear voice, not a loud one, but one that rose above the rest in thought and execution.
"Then we will be like them." she suggested to Gabriel. "Look around the room once more, who sits before you but the leaders of every major vampire bloodline in the world? If we unite, our children will unite; You said it yourself, just one of us can take on a thousand of them."
Sooo, my power went out for eleven hours yesterday, we had a pretty serious thunderstorm here. Apologies for my absence, reading posts now. :]
Sooo, my power went out for eleven hours yesterday, we had a pretty serious thunderstorm here. Apologies for my absence, reading posts now. :]
I won't be able to post again till after work tomorrow.
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