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22 days ago
Current Your mom's a hoe.
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28 days ago
It's hard to believe it's been this long without Poly. I'm sure they'd be happy to know they've left a mark on all of us so many years later. Hope you're resting easy friend.
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1 mo ago
Hey Mahz, when are we getting that block feature?
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4 mos ago
I think the world would be a lot more peaceful if men just kissed other men more often.
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10 mos ago
I just wanna go live on a beach with my tits out, surrounded by a harem of gorgeous people while eating the earths bountiful fruit and I don't think that's too much to ask tbh
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Haley ★ 23 ★ Taurus ★ EST ★ Casual Level Group Writer


Welcome fellow writer. I go by many names, but you can call me Haley. I stick to causal level groups here on the forum. I have a soft spot for thunderstorms, dark humor, strong coffee, animals, pretty words, feminine rage, mythologies, and all things that go 'bump' in the night. I've lived in the same small southern Appalachian town my whole life, and aim to travel one day. I'm open to the occasional random conversation, but please do not message me asking to write one-on-one; it's simply not something I do these days.

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Cleo Alexandra James





"Heaven help me. I'm surrounded by fucking idiots."


Name: Cleo Alexandra James. Nicknames include Leo, CJ, and Alex.
Gender: Female.
Age: Thirty-seven.
Alignment: Dark Shadow.
Rank within Organisation: Member.

Birthmark Shape: Click
Location of Birthmark: Dead smack between her shoulder blades.
Magical Abilities: She controls the Earth. (Plants, dirt.) And enjoys making Aoysius feel inferior

Place of Birth: San Fransisco, California.
Currently Residing: Dark Shadow HQ.
Personality:-Active
-Rutheless
-Deciteful
-Determined
-Sassy/Witty
-Loyal
-Independent
-Charismatic
-Confident
-Impaitent
-Stubborn
-Curious
-Realistic
-Brutally Honest When Asked A Question.
-Motherly Demenor
-Secretive
History/Bio: Nothing much is known of Cleo's history, and she will always avoid the subject when asked. Somewhere along the line, she met Emily, and joined the DS with her.
Salem de Silva






Just like so many others in the large city, Salem woke to the sound of her alarm the second that the clock struck eight. She rolled over with a groan, hitting the button to make the annoying sound stop as she flopped her face into the pillow. She was comfortable in her bed, and the last thing that she wanted to do this morning was remove herself from the warm cocoon of blankets that she was currently wrapped in. But no matter how much she didn't want to do so, she had to go out into the world and adult. She had a normal mundane job that expected her to do as she promised, and then there was the Guild - she couldn't let them down under any circumstances.

So, with an irritated look on her face, she would toss the covers off, exposing herself to the cold air. The moment her feet hit the floor, she was sent into the motions of her morning routine. Pulling her hair back into a messy pony-tail, she proceeded to walk down the hallway of her apartment and find herself in the bathroom. Salem turned on the hot water, allowing it to warm up before she adjusted it to the right temperature. Stripping down, she would take her time with her shower, letting the hot water relax her. All to soon it was over. Yet another moment of comfort that she couldn't stay in forever. She got out, wrapped herself in a towel and walked back to her room, where she would throw open the door to her closet, trying to figure out what to wear today. She settled for a comfy gray t-shirt with a skull design, black skinny jeans and white converse high-tops. The woman towel dried her hair and quickly brushed it before pulling it up once more. Not the most extravagant outfit, but having a job as a waitress, she dressed for comfort, not to be fancy. She finished up her morning routine. Brush her teeth, eat some cereal (Luck Charms, of course, her favorite), grab her phone and earbuds off the counter and then she was out the door.

For Salem, it was easier to walk the three blocks to Huskers than it was to try and catch a cab. Why waist ten buck to be stuck in the car with an angry stranger? If there was one thing everyone living in the metropolis could agree on, it was that New York City traffic was a living nightmare. So off she went, walking down the familiar sidewalk path that she took just about every day. She was lucky enough to get the earlier shift at the restaurant. It was Friday, and she wasn't up for dealing with the parties of drunk people that came in - now matter how well they tipped. Her phone buzzed silently in her back pocket as this mornings various notifications came through. I'll check them later. After all, there was nothing to important going on right now. Hopefully.

Reaching her destination, the blue haired girl would push open the glass door to find herself in a familiar surrounding. The hard wood floors, the bright lights, the bar and the soft sounds of pots and pans clinging coming from the kitchen - it made her happy. The atmosphere of Huskers was something great, and any local could tell you that. Though the Bar and Grill didn't open until eleven, Salem came in early to help get everything ready for the day. She made her way to the back before slipping her apron over her neck and tying it around her waist. She would feel someone nudge her gently as they made their way by. She tensed, unable to help her natural reaction. When she looked up and seen Jaspers - the other waiter - goofy grin, she would relax. "What's up, Jazz?"

"Oh, you know, same as you, Em. Slaving away at a nine to five trying to make my way in the world."

Salem rolled her eyes in response, and gave him a slight nod of her head. She made her way back to the front room before she started taking the chairs off the tables and putting them in their usual places.

Minor Time Skip


The restaurant was buzzing with the early four o'clock dinner crowd, nearly every seat in the building filled with a patron. Some were there for the beer, others for the steak, and some for the mere company that the workers and other customers provided. The TV above the bar was on the evening news, the volume just loud enough where you could tell that the news reporter was talking, though you couldn't hear what he was saying over the hustle and bustle of the crowd. Judging by the video that they kept flicking over to, there was a train wreck. The caption mentioned something about low-level politicians and civilian injuries, as well as deaths. "Hey Hus," she said in the direction of the restaurant owner/bar keep "Turn that up a bit, would ya?" The older man did as such.

"Breaking news. A train headed for the states capitol for tomorrows legislation meeting has been derailed, killing three people that we know of. One was a member of the camera crew that was on site, the other a civilian, and last, but not least, John Sinclair, a man who has served our government for many years. A car registered to an Aloysius Leighton was also found at the site. Officials have said that the driver was found inside, but as for Leighton himself, it has seemed like he has disappeared into the woods. Police officers will be starting their search any minute now. At this time, law officials have nothing to report to us as on what caused the train to apparently flip onto it side, derailing from the tracks. We'll update you with more information as we discover more facts throughout the afternoon."

Salems arms were folded across her chest, a million thoughts running through her head as they played the clip once more. The train seemed to be running smoothly before the accident. And then ,suddenly, like the newscaster said, it just seemed to tip over and fall off the rails. Maybe it was the fact that she was on the lookout for any suspicious activity that would point to the Dark Shadow allegiance, seeing as there had been no reports of activity from them for months. Some of the elder members of the Guild were gullible enough to believe that maybe that maybe they had given up. Salem knew better. She stared at the screen doing her best to gather in every movement that she could from the scene.

Her phone buzzing, she walked to the back of the restaurant, unlocking her phone. A message from an unsaved number - But a number she recognized, nonetheless - had made its way to her.

”Sneezed my ass. What a fucking idiot. It's 2016. Who the fuck uses ‘xD’ anymore? Did you honestly believe that anyone was going to believe you dead?” Not responding to the message, Salem messaged the Guild group chat before heading back out for the last few hours of her shift.

"Meeting at Headquarters tonight. Be there at ten sharp. No excuses.


@Eviledd1984

I will be doing my best to get an intro post up for Salem soon. I ask that you all bear with me as my work schedule has been very hectic this week, along with some more personal issues.

However, if you want to go ahead and post for your characters, just feel free to mention a text or something from Salem in there. <3
@Hellion Hi!!!

Also. Your character is hot.

Everyone is hot.

Help.
You traded sunsets for late night fights.
You traded pillow forts for bruised covered arms.
You traded smiles for tears.
You traded freedom for being controlled.
You traded a man who treated you like a Queen for a boy that treats you like a possession.

He never yelled - even when it was your fault. He never got angry. When you cried, he stayed. When you laughed, he laughed with you. You shared hopes. You shared dreams.

In the end, you pushed him away. He didn't want to leave, but you pushed him out the door. Now you lay in bed at night wishing you could go back.

You met someone new. Someone who pushes you to your limits. Someone who pushes you down the stairs. Someone who laughs when you cry. Someone who crushes your dreams, and could give a shit less about your hopes.

You want to turn back the clock, but you know it's to late. You believe that you never deserved the the first man. For some reason you chose to stay with the second.

It makes no sense to me, but perhaps it's true what they say. We accept the love we think we deserve.
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