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Yes to all of them, because I'm open minded. Namaste.
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Cameron watched in horror as Justin sat strapped in the chair with the full face helmet covering him. At first, he was talking to someone (she thought she heard him say Ryken, but she could have been mistaken) but then the tone soon changed. He was yelling, squirming in the chair as something awful must have played in the screen in front of him.
“I’m not doing it, I’m not doing it,” Cameron began repeating, along with, “Let him out! Just let him out!” Two guards then gripped her arms to keep her from attempting to escape the room, so she had no choice but to stand there and watch from behind the glass. When they finally carried him off, she felt equal parts relief because they let him out, and extreme fear for what awaited her. It couldn’t be that bad, right? It was fake. “It’s fake,” she repeated, this time in a whisper to herself.
“Cameron, you’re up next,” William spoke, nodding to the guards to bring her into the room. Her body began to shake, but she forced herself to walk with them until they seated her into the chair and strapped her arms and legs securely. Next, they lowered the helmet over her, which for right now, was completely blank. She breathed deeply in an attempt to calm herself, but as soon as she seemed to lower her heart rate, the screen right in front of her eyes flickered on.
The scene was a wooded area, one that looked quite familiar, but it was hard for Cameron to pinpoint exactly where she was. She looked to her right to the a dozen or so tents around a large bonfire. It was cold, and her breath fogged in front of her and rose up into a clear sky above. Wait a minute…
She was back on that hunt with the men from Chesapeake. “No, no, no,” she began to repeat as she circled around. “Don’t make me do this, don’t make me do this.” No replies. A twig snapped in the treeline, and she gasped. Three men appeared, all faces she had seen before. The fact that this was fake had been completely forgotten at this point, and adrenaline was now coursing through her veins. “Stay away from me!”
“Cameron, what’s wrong?” One of the men asked. It was the one she had killed in his sleep.
“I know what you’re doing. Leave me alone!” Her hand went down to reach for the dagger she had become so used to, but nothing was on her thigh.
“Aw, look, fellas,” another man spoke. “She thought she’d be able to fight us.”
Cameron began to walk backwards towards the tents and tripped, falling backwards into the cold dirt, and as the men crept closer, she scooted herself back. “I can’t do this again. Stay back!”
They were too close now, and instead of trying to fight them, Cameron curled up in a ball on the ground and began to sob. She had already been defeated. All of this fighting over the past month or two, and now, she was unable to do anything but lay in a fetal position.
As soon as the men had approached her, the helmet was lifted off of her eyes, and she winced at the bright light from the room. “Oh thank god,” she whimpered with tears in her eyes.
William was in the corner, shaking his head in disappointment. She must’ve failed the test.
Avery spoke from the other side of the glass. “Take her back to the room, and we’ll go over the results.”
“I’m not doing it, I’m not doing it,” Cameron began repeating, along with, “Let him out! Just let him out!” Two guards then gripped her arms to keep her from attempting to escape the room, so she had no choice but to stand there and watch from behind the glass. When they finally carried him off, she felt equal parts relief because they let him out, and extreme fear for what awaited her. It couldn’t be that bad, right? It was fake. “It’s fake,” she repeated, this time in a whisper to herself.
“Cameron, you’re up next,” William spoke, nodding to the guards to bring her into the room. Her body began to shake, but she forced herself to walk with them until they seated her into the chair and strapped her arms and legs securely. Next, they lowered the helmet over her, which for right now, was completely blank. She breathed deeply in an attempt to calm herself, but as soon as she seemed to lower her heart rate, the screen right in front of her eyes flickered on.
The scene was a wooded area, one that looked quite familiar, but it was hard for Cameron to pinpoint exactly where she was. She looked to her right to the a dozen or so tents around a large bonfire. It was cold, and her breath fogged in front of her and rose up into a clear sky above. Wait a minute…
She was back on that hunt with the men from Chesapeake. “No, no, no,” she began to repeat as she circled around. “Don’t make me do this, don’t make me do this.” No replies. A twig snapped in the treeline, and she gasped. Three men appeared, all faces she had seen before. The fact that this was fake had been completely forgotten at this point, and adrenaline was now coursing through her veins. “Stay away from me!”
“Cameron, what’s wrong?” One of the men asked. It was the one she had killed in his sleep.
“I know what you’re doing. Leave me alone!” Her hand went down to reach for the dagger she had become so used to, but nothing was on her thigh.
“Aw, look, fellas,” another man spoke. “She thought she’d be able to fight us.”
Cameron began to walk backwards towards the tents and tripped, falling backwards into the cold dirt, and as the men crept closer, she scooted herself back. “I can’t do this again. Stay back!”
They were too close now, and instead of trying to fight them, Cameron curled up in a ball on the ground and began to sob. She had already been defeated. All of this fighting over the past month or two, and now, she was unable to do anything but lay in a fetal position.
As soon as the men had approached her, the helmet was lifted off of her eyes, and she winced at the bright light from the room. “Oh thank god,” she whimpered with tears in her eyes.
William was in the corner, shaking his head in disappointment. She must’ve failed the test.
Avery spoke from the other side of the glass. “Take her back to the room, and we’ll go over the results.”
haha thank you! finishing up your post today!
Name:
Maeve Sutharlan
Age:
Twenty-five
Region:
Éire
Occupation:
Apprentice to Seanen, Druid
Appearance:
Maeve’s dark features are scarce in Éire. Her father is to blame for chocolate colored eyes with strong eyebrows to frame them, and the dark ebony hair that frames her freckled face. Those freckles and her pouty lips, however, were lent to her by her mother, who had fiery red hair. She of slender build, partly from genetics, but also due to the sporadic availability of food. The winters each year seems to get harsher and harsher, causing panic for the tribes.
Like the other healers in her tribe, Maeve often lines her eyes with coal, and, on special occasions, will dawn black or red paint in the form of deliberately placed lines and circles. No matter the season, she is usually dawning a cloak over a simple, long black gown, worn from years of wear and the sun in the summer. Her leather boots, now lined with soft fur thanks to a generous hunter, are worn more days than not.
Personality:
[something something something]
Traits:
Forthright, curious, self-sufficient, stubborn, cold
History:
Maeve [something about being born on X date - destined to become Druid - etc etc]
[begins to apprentice at 18 - studies under -Druid name-]
[top druid motherfucker has vision or something - decides she's not destined to stay in ____ as Druid, but to travel to find help]
[accompanied by warriors to go to the Thousand Tribes to help defend their land from _____]
Maeve Sutharlan
Age:
Twenty-five
Region:
Éire
Occupation:
Apprentice to Seanen, Druid
Appearance:
Maeve’s dark features are scarce in Éire. Her father is to blame for chocolate colored eyes with strong eyebrows to frame them, and the dark ebony hair that frames her freckled face. Those freckles and her pouty lips, however, were lent to her by her mother, who had fiery red hair. She of slender build, partly from genetics, but also due to the sporadic availability of food. The winters each year seems to get harsher and harsher, causing panic for the tribes.
Like the other healers in her tribe, Maeve often lines her eyes with coal, and, on special occasions, will dawn black or red paint in the form of deliberately placed lines and circles. No matter the season, she is usually dawning a cloak over a simple, long black gown, worn from years of wear and the sun in the summer. Her leather boots, now lined with soft fur thanks to a generous hunter, are worn more days than not.
Personality:
[something something something]
Traits:
Forthright, curious, self-sufficient, stubborn, cold
History:
Maeve [something about being born on X date - destined to become Druid - etc etc]
[begins to apprentice at 18 - studies under -Druid name-]
[top druid motherfucker has vision or something - decides she's not destined to stay in ____ as Druid, but to travel to find help]
[accompanied by warriors to go to the Thousand Tribes to help defend their land from _____]
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@Kurai Assassin wowowowow i just listened to it. Wtf man :---/
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I agree @Kurai Assassin. The Black Parade is a masterpiece that I don't feel like any of the bands listed deserve to touch, if anyone even deserves to at all. The only band I like from that list is Moose Blood and I even think their preview is awful.
LEAVE MY CHEM ALONE
LEAVE MY CHEM ALONE
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Buddha bruh you KNOW i know hetero couples aren't perfect (i.e. my marriage falling apart.)
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Buddha, first off, I’d like to say that you’re my homie and I always have an enjoyable time discussing shit like this with you. Not as much as our other stupid conversations, but almost. This was well-written and a good read, my die or die.
2 WARNINGS:
I'm tired. I might read this tomorrow and realize its garbage.
I’m not going to comment on the democracy/political side of things.
Now, to continue on to my point, I believe the fact that your country does not exhibit the same level of homophobia as mine does makes our perspectives wildly different (as we discussed in our PMs.) The fact that I am also not a straight person also does give me some bias on the topic, which I am more than willing to admit. Our life experiences granted us completely different viewpoints, and I am utterly satisfied with that.
However, I do love to talk about this.
The reason that many of us, especially in the United States, have such a strong opinion about homophobia is that is that it can often times not be limited to words. Protests, murders, and hate crimes are a very scary and real thing to people who are not heterosexual here. I’ve often not told people about my sexuality for this exact fear. On the internet under anonymity, why the fuck not?
That’s why homophobia and homosexuality are two different ballgames. Heterosexuals are not a marginalized group, as they are the norm. They don’t get their weddings protested. They don’t get the shit beat out of them for being seen with their significant other. Politicians aren’t discussing their bedroom affairs to see if it should be okay or not. Straight people do not go through struggles with their sexuality like those in the LGBT community, too. That’s why homophobia is wrong. And even though your country doesn’t witness that, it still doesn’t make it less wrong.
And oooooof course, they are allowed to speak their mind. To quote what I said to you in our PM:
People’s opinions on homosexuality are not the problem. Some people may not like my fucking hair cut and I’m not going to cry about it. It’s the fact that straight people get so angry about it, either with words or with physical assault, that is wrong. It’s an advantaged group “attacking” (using that word liberally there) a disadvantaged group because of their opinion on the matter, an opinion that originated from religious books supposedly written thousands of years ago by a mystical man in the sky.
I am not involved in the community. I don’t go to parades. I don’t sign petitions or wear bisexual pride colors head to toe on designated days. I just want to hold a hot girl’s hand down the road if I am so lucky, or be able to explain something about myself without fear. I’ve accepted a long time ago that homophobia will always exist. I just think that its form right now is cruel and barbaric. PEOPLE JUST NEED TO WORRY ABOUT THEMSELVES.
In regards to my status bar activity today, I don’t want to see kids discouraged from things that they probably get on the internet to run away from. I love the dumb insensitive part of the internet as well, but this is an open roleplaying forum that we all know damn well attracts a lot of young people. That’s why I can’t do a group smut roleplay in the casual section. The status that sparked all of this came off as “look at me I’m edgy” and that its sole purpose was to get some likes and make others feel bad. As someone who has been told her whole life that my sexuality is wrong, if I see it happening, I’m gonna say something. Don’t like it? That’s okay.
Do I think roleplays are completely over-saturated with non-straight characters now? Yes. I do.
Do I join those roleplays? No. I know how to close my eyes and move on.
Anyway, I’m not mad about homophobes speaking their mind from a point of being open minded and not just mean. It helps me weed out the people I don’t want around me : - )
ANYWAY BACK TO SHIT POSTING
2 WARNINGS:
I'm tired. I might read this tomorrow and realize its garbage.
I’m not going to comment on the democracy/political side of things.
Now, to continue on to my point, I believe the fact that your country does not exhibit the same level of homophobia as mine does makes our perspectives wildly different (as we discussed in our PMs.) The fact that I am also not a straight person also does give me some bias on the topic, which I am more than willing to admit. Our life experiences granted us completely different viewpoints, and I am utterly satisfied with that.
However, I do love to talk about this.
The reason that many of us, especially in the United States, have such a strong opinion about homophobia is that is that it can often times not be limited to words. Protests, murders, and hate crimes are a very scary and real thing to people who are not heterosexual here. I’ve often not told people about my sexuality for this exact fear. On the internet under anonymity, why the fuck not?
That’s why homophobia and homosexuality are two different ballgames. Heterosexuals are not a marginalized group, as they are the norm. They don’t get their weddings protested. They don’t get the shit beat out of them for being seen with their significant other. Politicians aren’t discussing their bedroom affairs to see if it should be okay or not. Straight people do not go through struggles with their sexuality like those in the LGBT community, too. That’s why homophobia is wrong. And even though your country doesn’t witness that, it still doesn’t make it less wrong.
And oooooof course, they are allowed to speak their mind. To quote what I said to you in our PM:
if some dude was like "ew u like pussy but u have one too ??? that gross" id be like "yeah cool man w.e"
People’s opinions on homosexuality are not the problem. Some people may not like my fucking hair cut and I’m not going to cry about it. It’s the fact that straight people get so angry about it, either with words or with physical assault, that is wrong. It’s an advantaged group “attacking” (using that word liberally there) a disadvantaged group because of their opinion on the matter, an opinion that originated from religious books supposedly written thousands of years ago by a mystical man in the sky.
I am not involved in the community. I don’t go to parades. I don’t sign petitions or wear bisexual pride colors head to toe on designated days. I just want to hold a hot girl’s hand down the road if I am so lucky, or be able to explain something about myself without fear. I’ve accepted a long time ago that homophobia will always exist. I just think that its form right now is cruel and barbaric. PEOPLE JUST NEED TO WORRY ABOUT THEMSELVES.
In regards to my status bar activity today, I don’t want to see kids discouraged from things that they probably get on the internet to run away from. I love the dumb insensitive part of the internet as well, but this is an open roleplaying forum that we all know damn well attracts a lot of young people. That’s why I can’t do a group smut roleplay in the casual section. The status that sparked all of this came off as “look at me I’m edgy” and that its sole purpose was to get some likes and make others feel bad. As someone who has been told her whole life that my sexuality is wrong, if I see it happening, I’m gonna say something. Don’t like it? That’s okay.
Do I think roleplays are completely over-saturated with non-straight characters now? Yes. I do.
Do I join those roleplays? No. I know how to close my eyes and move on.
Anyway, I’m not mad about homophobes speaking their mind from a point of being open minded and not just mean. It helps me weed out the people I don’t want around me : - )
ANYWAY BACK TO SHIT POSTING
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