Leviathan

To the Stars, From Death.

While continuing to take in this highly surreal destination a sudden thought of how lovely it would be to take pictures here crept in. A cute yet unknowing purse of her lips was brought about at this silly thought. Work on the brain still? Go figure. She wondered if that would even happen again and decided not to dwell on thoughts of if but when--when she got out of here, and when her life would return to its chaotic routine. There was no use in insinuating any more panic so she continued to push the worry further to the back of her mind.

Stormy eyes watched as others wandered over to a currently good sized group. Another dressed to the nines like she was made Ophelia feel a bit more comfortable not wearing casual attire. Hues continued to scan over the many differing people with one capturing her attention in particular, previously one who was chatting with what had once been a group of five, not including herself. She caught herself in a lingering stare upon two intense pale blue eyes. Although they hadn’t exchanged a greeting yet his presence drew her in. She couldn’t place her finger on why but she finally managed to pry her gaze away, shifting to one side when a woman in glasses spoke up.

Ophelia felt herself taken aback by Zephyr’s reply and could not help but stare in silence a moment at the dreadlocked female. Why not? There was so much amiss in those two words that she could not even begin to retort. Clearly this one would not be of any help in trying to escape, and honestly why would anyone else desire to leave such a serene atmosphere? One thing was certain, the raven haired model very much wished to find a way out but would do as Zephyr suggested for now, and take a breath.

As others began to share their names along with their deaths Ophelia’s hand ran over the sparkling mega rock on her ring finger making her shoulders visibly tense. Slowly both hands were placed behind her where they rested against the slight curve of her lower back in shame. How could she share such personal information with strangers? Regardless if they all ended up here by some similar means she felt embarrassed and horrified at the fact that her own fiancé possibly attacked her. No, there would be no discussing this with…them. Yet she waited anxiously until her mouth could no longer contain words and she addressed her situation in a blurt, well, sort of.

“Strange but--I cannot recall what happened.” Words were nearly a whisper as she slightly shrugged while gingerly biting down upon her glossed lower lip. She did not look at anyone while speaking but greatly wished for this topic to change. She was struggling to remain in the group because of the awkward situation but did not know where to go. Images of her slender frame turning to run away toward one of the floating castles kept plaguing the clearly troubled female. Bare feet remained still, however, unable to move a single inch toward any which way.

“Sorry, that was rude of me to not comment on your situation Anaïs.” Ophelia seemed to perk up just a bit and smiled genuinely at the adorable foreigner. “My name is Ophelia but did something happen with your heart sweetie? Did it stop perhaps?” She threw an educated guess out there by observing Anaïs’ hand gesture and the other tales of woe--though she could still be quite wrong.

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my post should be done in a couple of hours.

it's been a bitch trying to log in here lately.

just a heads up.

i was able to rest a bit after a long night & am ready to finish my post. ^^

Edit: i rushed that post in cause i wasn't sure when the site would die again.

-phew-

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Hopefully my internet will be up at my place tomorrow.

I am at work using theirs but it will be a 16 hour shift.

Tuesday, should be able to post.

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Still here & like Mr. Devious, i too was waiting for others to post.

Glad you are feeling better, that's tough to go through...i certainly know it affected me when i was cheated on by an ex.

Completely empathize with you good sir.

If you need to vent, i am only a pm away. ^^

As far as soa, personally it went too fast for my liking.

@Mr. Devious, your character is kickass

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I really like the posts so far.

Who else are we waiting for or are you posting next G?

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sorry, it's a little graphic & a bit rushed. ><'

didn't know when I would have time to post next since I'll be finishing packing.

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“You’re making a scene, sweetheart.” Ophelia whispered through a gritted smile at Nathanial, her fiancé of only eight months. Pain surged as his strong hand tightly clutched onto her wrist above a gold rimmed plate on a pristine dining table. Worried eyes and arched brows were cast their way at the exclusive Milan restaurant. Soft murmurs began to linger though a tension filled atmosphere this duo had created. Their relationship was turbulent no less but damn-was it fiery. Once that massive diamond ring slid on her finger was when this dashing older fellow became less romantic and more possessive, however. He was forty seven-nearly twice her age but resembled a smoldering Daniel Craig. Instead of dating the typical arrogant young male entrepreneurs she choose stability instead for once but things are not always what they seem.

Lately his jealous rages had begun to turn slightly aggressive with pulls and shoves, though nothing more than that. Tonight was the first time he had caused physical discomfort; surely this would bruise her fair skin. “Nathan, please.” She nearly whimpered while staring pleadingly into frenzied filled eyes. A kind of look she had never seen before from him…a look that could kill, and that’s when he suddenly let go. His anger vanishing just as rapidly as it emerged. “I’ll meet you upstairs in the suite alright, we can talk there.” She suggested before elegantly rising and planting a ginger kiss on his lightly wrinkled forehead. Nathanial faintly nodded while reaching for his after dinner drink in a crystal snifter glass like nothing had even happened.

Ophelia flashed a fake smile at the guests in the room while exiting to the nearest elevator, smoky hues glazing over with tears all the while. One managed to cascade down her rouged cheek as her manicured finger pushed the button to the 200th floor. Feelings of fear and confusion were running through her mind while ascending up the many levels. Sometime during the travel she must have fallen asleep against the marbled wall. A quaint elevator ding awoke the drowsy woman who felt the night’s alcohol beginning to take an effect, and she shook her head before stepping out to make way inside the expensive suite.

She poured a glass a wine after letting herself in and waited for the unwanted company on the ivory sofa. Honestly not looking forward to rekindling this feud that would surely start right where it had previously left off but hours passed it seemed. With still no sign of her fiancé glossy eyes looked at the empty bottle before drifting off to a lightly tipsy slumber. Something startled the model awake soon after, a sudden shadow blocking out the light. Nathanial was standing over her limp body wearing a distantly void expression. It was much different from the one in the restaurant downstairs. No words exchanged before he reached down to cradle her, softly pulling her body forward into an embrace. Sighing lightly, Ophelia felt relieved that he was not angry and began to open her mouth to speak before a sharp sensation drove into her side.

Literally stabbed in the back Ophelia could feel her life essence flowing from her as he continued to express his hatred. This was a very intimate killing and a very brutal way to die. She felt everything until adrenaline kicked in. Why are you doing this to me? She thought while resisting but her struggles were futile and her screams were silent to her assailant. Descending into an almost tranquil demise she never turned her gaze away from him until the world itself disappeared in a haze.

Dark eyes fluttered open and hands instantly roamed over her torso and lower back in panic to discover no holes or blood seeping down her flesh or canary yellow outfit. It was not until after this discovery that her senses took in this new location. So bright and bursting with life, Ophelia could not help but let her gaze follow the voices coming from behind her. A group discussing questions she herself had, and she desired to join in and ask a few herself. Before meeting this odd crowd she took a moment to adjust, still traumatized from the vision or dream. Not knowing how to feel or act she decided to play a façade as she always did. Don’t shed a tear; don’t think about it she chanted in the back of her head before finally being able to push forward.

Her designer baby doll cocktail dress remained intact though not exactly attire she would have chosen for such an entrance. None-the-less she was going to be greeting everyone in formal apparel instead of a Victoria’s Secret sleeping shirt, thank the goddess. Ophelia quickly gauged the situation and stood to walk but her platform heels kept sinking into the dirt with each step. Impulsively she kicked them off and strolled through warm blades of grass barefoot with French manicured toes. The notion of leaving behind a pair of 5,000 dollar shoes meant absolutely nothing at that moment. She had to figure out how to leave and get back to work immediately and turn her fiancé in for attempted manslaughter. After all, she loved her life.

“Um, blessed be everyone and sorry to interrupt-but any small chance this group knows the way out? I mean, it’s a lovely place and all but…I, can’t possibly stay here. We, can’t…right?” Ophelia asked in a hopeful yet quizzical tone because she did not believe in places like heaven so, an exit must be plausible.

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sweet shit!

double thank you.

once finished reading the ic will start typing away. ^^

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Username: Leviathan

Timezone: Eastern

Posting Habits: I can sneak away sometimes to log in & look at the ooc when at work but typing a post is impossible until after I get home. At minimum I can post once a week with a minimum of 3+ paragraphs.

RP Peeves: Speed posting/getting left out. I always get left behind in group rps. Not sure if it’s me…but it must be. –plays world's smallest violin- XD

Either super reclusive or ridiculously cocky characters because they are very difficult to interact with.

Anything Else: I work all the time in a chaotic hospital. I am always exhausted because of this but love to rp. Sometimes my job interferes with this hobby more often than not. Be patient with me, pweese. ^^

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Character's Name: Ophelia

Age: Just turned 24

Occupation: Model

Beliefs/Religion: Wiccan

Personality: + Passionate
+ Tolerant
+ Esthetic
+ Spontaneous
+ - Hedonist
- Insecure
- Weak willed

Cause of Death: Murdered by “her biggest fan,” which just so happened to be her fiancé

Hobbies: Cocktails, Socializing, Travel, Dancing, Occasional DJ, Gardening, & Meditation among other things

Fears: Normalcy, Being forgotten

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already have a character in mind.

let me see if i can have her finished tonight.