Mirandae

Vicious Hearts [Coma & Prisk]

The standard procedure was for Olivia to go batshit crazy from Brooke’s undermining choice of words and tone. Their mother had resorted to calling the younger sibling a ‘child’ before. She and Brooke had teamed up at the dinner table on more than one occasion. However, it was not entirely to a fault. Olivia tends to blow things out of proportion, be vocal about her inner feelings, and has no shame when it comes to informing people of what they are doing wrong according to her. Of course, the brunette means no harm even if she can be quite clumsy in her vocabulary.

Olivia simply did not understand her sister’s argument. In a world that was rapidly going to hell in a handbasket, Brooke wanted her sister to venture off on her own. The younger sibling’s eyes were wide open at this point, staring coldly into her sister’s eyes; her mouth was ajar and her mind could not fathom what she had just heard. Olivia finally surrendered and sat down, emitting an audible grunt in protest.

“Wouldn’t I be safer with you, big government hero?” the girl interrupted her sister, who simply retorted with the stare—as in ‘shut up and let me finish’. But, when that moment arrived and Brooke asked if her sister understood what she had said, Olivia simply sat in silence and refused to exchange eye contact. Obviously, she would do as Brooke instructed, but she was not particularly happy about it at the time.

Only a couple of minutes passed before Olivia could hear gunshots and screaming from outside the tent. She flinched and stood upon her feet in an instant. This was the first time she had heard gunshots up close. It was quite a different experience from hearing them during July 4th celebrations or on the news; the contrasting context was what frightened her the most—were the soldiers shooting people? Olivia’s breath intensified. She grabbed her backpack and tightly strapped it in, ready to flee at a moment’s notice.

Olivia slowly approached the flaps that comprised the tent's 'doorway'. Drenched in the sound of gunfire and screaming, she could hear other strange sounds that were unfamiliar—perhaps they were some sort of malfunctioning machinery or maybe the power had finally failed. However, just as Olivia was about to remove the flaps, her sister burst into the tent with an automatic rifle spearheading her entry. Olivia flinched once again and stood back to allow her sister space.

“What’s going on out there?” It was the only thing Olivia could think of. The younger sister was thoroughly confused and the fear within her amassed at a steady pace. “I don’t know how to use a gun,” said Olivia in an attempt to highlight the pointlessness in giving her one. “What? Dead? Brooke, what’s going on out there?!” Olivia finally grabbed ahold of her sister, who was acting fast and allowing her training to do everything for her.

Taking a deep breath, Olivia carefully heeded what her sister said. Something terrible was going on outside, that much the younger brunette could figure out at this point. Brooke had broken the threshold of craziness that Olivia could deal with. She was no longer messing around or trying to undermine her younger half. This was serious, and Olivia managed to acknowledge it by gesturing a nod at the instructions given to her.

Olivia was as ready as she ever would be, gun in hand.

Vicious Hearts [Coma & Prisk]

Exactly! That is quite spot on. Immersion is important to me as well, so I always put myself in the appropriate mood before writing. I was going to write today, but I felt myself extremely unmotivated at the gym, so I forced myself to a double session there! And after that it was basically zombie-mode all day. Sorry about that! I'll have plenty of time in the morning, though. And your thoughts are not weird at all. It shows a greater understanding of the hobby!

Excellent! And thanks for the offer of brainstorming, I'll keep that in mind for sure.

Oh yes, the norm can be quite terrifying, indeed. Do mention that author if you remember his name at some point.

I totally understand. Roleplaying is my substitute for social media. I used to be so engrossed in all that, I'm just glad I got myself out of it. Took quite a bit of learning the ropes here, though, but I'm grateful now that I put that effort into it. Those are some lovely games indeed. I do play a bit when I have the time. It's a good way to relax.

Oh, what are you taking if I may ask?

Vicious Hearts [Coma & Prisk]

Don't mention it. It's always nice to find good roleplayers, especially ones that take the time to add sound and images. I love it when people share my idea of roleplaying being a mixture of different mediums, not just writing.

I'm currently planning another installment of my "The Spirits Within" roleplay, the one inspired by and based on Final Fantasy. It takes quite a bit of time, adjusting things based on what I've learned from the previous attempts, but it's the only thing that I'm really interested in. I'll definitely throw you an invite whenever it's up.

Do try it if you can!

Inspiration indeed. Quite a vile interpretation of something beautiful, but I like it! I'll have a response for you within a day or so. I like your writing a lot by the way, not to sweet talk you or anything. It's easy to visualize it. So far, I can definitely see how the story would play out as a movie. That's what I always try to aim for in roleplays, using images and music! Great stuff.

Post Your Pikcha

@WilsonTurner

I've promised myself not to, though, as strange as that may sound.

Vicious Hearts [Coma & Prisk]

It was perfect, dear. Excellent read!

Those are some interesting ideas you've got. You should try them here at some point, see how it goes. I'll definitely join them and support you if you want. It would be my pleasure!

Hah, I sort of want it myself now! I haven't had it for a while. I gotta get some the next time I'm out for groceries. The best thing about it and cereal is that you get a bit of chewing resistance, and it makes you full in a way that normal milk can't deliver. So, in a sense, you get more bang for the buck!

I cringed when I read that thing 'drank' that woman... Hah, I was like "Ewww.." :P

Vicious Hearts [Coma & Prisk]

I've felt that as well, plenty of times, that things are not enough to keep people's interest. But, it's a learning process. It's probably easier to run a game-type roleplay rather than a story-type, if that makes any sense. May I ask what group roleplays that you attempted to run, the stories?

Hah, I don't know if it's actually good or not. But, I don't think someone who has never had it before would enjoy it. It's thicker than normal milk, leaner than yogurt. There's definitely an aroma of sourness, but it's quite subtle. It's perfect with cereal.

Go ahead! Feels like the perfect time for a bit of jolting.

Vicious Hearts [Coma & Prisk]

Thank you!

I get what you mean and it's not really elitist. It's really difficult to find dedication, so it's fully understandable to want people you know or a smaller group.

Hah, it's not the same as actual sour/spoiled milk. There's no proper translation for it into English. It's a bit like yogurt, only not. Here's the wikipedia page for it: clicky.

Post Your Pikcha

I'm a little self-conscious myself

@Altered Tundra

Don't be, nothing good comes out of it. I wonder, though, what there is to gain from using a fake picture on a roleplaying forum. I've heard of it on dating sites, but never forums. Seems pointless, indeed.

No need to feel like a bitch; it was obviously a fake. If anything, I'm surprised someone took the time to look it up and make sure. ^_^

@Ruby

Thank you, dear. Oh, I have it as an extension in Chrome! Just a right-click and off you go. It's really useful for finding art that you like. You just reverse search, and then hit "visually similar" pictures! For example, I did a search on your avatar and found a lot of... well, intimate art of Power Girl and Supergirl. Really nifty tool!

You're super pretty by the way! Love the beach photo.

Vicious Hearts [Coma & Prisk]

Yeah, I totally understand what you mean. I feel like that when I run group roleplays, but I never seem to get to the end with them!

I hope the analogy to sour milk makes sense. It's the best thing that I could think of to describe Olivia's feeling towards Brooke. It's really quite disgusting, but if you grow up with it (as I have!) you learn to love it. It's weird, hah!

Vicious Hearts [Coma & Prisk]

The iron fist wrapped around Olivia’s fragile limb relived a good portion of her doubt. Jumping to conclusions was not her game, but she had been handled like a ragdoll before, and throughout her childhood. The senior sister was the stronger of the two. She was the faster of the two, the better of the two. Contemplating that fact, Olivia determined her sister to be sour milk—not spoiled milk but sour milk, specifically. It was an acquired taste. Olivia had sometimes served it with various brands of cereal to foreign guests at the restaurant where she used to work. She once ate a moderately sized bowl of it herself. No words could describe how disgusting it was. One of the guests, an elderly Scandinavian gentleman, explained that it was very much a cultural food. There was little to no chance of enjoying it if you did not grow up with it. Brooklyn was Olivia’s sour milk. As an outsider, Olivia hated her; as her sister, Olivia loved her.

“Hey! Take it easy,” the brunette grunted. Luckily, she had been able to secure her backpack before being man-handled away from the droning masses. However, her steps were nonetheless reluctant; no longer heavy or floundering but light and resistant. “Classified? Don’t give me that shit. Just take me to my sister or I’ll just go back to the cattle pen,” said Olivia with strong tones of sarcasm and contempt.

Transitioning into the tent away from the rain was much appreciated. There was no presence of warmth to be found, but the lack of icy drops falling from the sky was good enough. Olivia attempted to make sense of the mess that was her hair, slobbering all over her face, while the authority lady made herself busy by removing the respirator. The brunette’s eyes were fixed on herself, thus she did not notice who the woman was at first.

“Look, lady, I don’t know what this is about, nor do I care, but you better take me to my sister before she finds out about this, because she is going to kick your…-”

Olivia was interrupted by a, to her, well known nickname. The instant she gazed upon the woman, it felt as if Bruce Lee himself had resurrected and punched Olivia in the chest; as if the Witchdoctor from Indiana Jones ripped her heart out; as if hitting a tree with her car at maximum speed; all the while falling from an airplane without a parachute. Olivia’s eyes welled up and she threw herself at her sister, embracing Brooke with all the strength that could be mustered. The brunette gasped, puffs of air emanating from her presence, unable to speak properly. However, the scent of sour milk crept ever so closer.

“They did come, but I was helping Amber when the chaos broke out. You remember Amber, right?—my coworker. Anyway, we got held up at her place, and then we were separated at the train station,” Olivia whimpered, trying to dry her eyes. She exhaled deeply. “I don’t know what happened… I tried to call mom and dad, but all services were down.”

Olivia’s brief moment of relief was drowned with despair once again when her sister retorted. The brunette withdrew her hand from Brooke’s embrace. Olivia’s gaze turned contemptuous once again; that disgusting taste of sour milk rapidly filling her mouth.

“What? You’re going to leave me here?” She exclaimed and violently stood up from her seating. “It never stops, does it?! Even when the world has gone to shit, you leave me behind while you go off to play with the big kids! How fucking dare you?! You’re not leaving me behind this time, Brooke, because if you do, you’ll never see me again. That’s a promise.”