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Because of my mom's cancer treatments and some other problems I may be slow on posting in things. please be patient with me.
11 yrs ago
To all of the people I am in rps with : battling some depression right now, will be back in a day or two
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Jessalyn - Safe House - Longing...
Jess nodded. Samantha was right.
"Thank you," she told the girl as she left the room. She looked down at Ben and smiled. He was here and now. She needed to focus on the present. Sending up a quick prayer for the family that used to be here, the young mother started undressing her baby boy from the dirty torn and stained old T-Shirt she had used as clothing for him. Now they had actual baby clothing and it was all little boy clothing. She rubbed her cheek against the soft material.
First thing she did was use some of the water from her bottle to pour into a cup and wash him off a bit. She kissed and made raspberry noises against his stomach, making the baby laugh and giggle. Not loud enough to bring danger but loud enough for the others in the house to hear. She dressed him in a blue onesie with a cartoon lion on the front. It was a footed onesie so his feet would stay covered and warm. Ben giggled and kicked, loving the feeling of clean soft clothes.
Jess smiled. It was that warm smile that only mothers seemed to have. Her eyes were soft and full of love. At that moment, she glowed like the sun.
But... there was still something missing.... something she desperately needed... someone....
Jess nodded. Samantha was right.
"Thank you," she told the girl as she left the room. She looked down at Ben and smiled. He was here and now. She needed to focus on the present. Sending up a quick prayer for the family that used to be here, the young mother started undressing her baby boy from the dirty torn and stained old T-Shirt she had used as clothing for him. Now they had actual baby clothing and it was all little boy clothing. She rubbed her cheek against the soft material.
First thing she did was use some of the water from her bottle to pour into a cup and wash him off a bit. She kissed and made raspberry noises against his stomach, making the baby laugh and giggle. Not loud enough to bring danger but loud enough for the others in the house to hear. She dressed him in a blue onesie with a cartoon lion on the front. It was a footed onesie so his feet would stay covered and warm. Ben giggled and kicked, loving the feeling of clean soft clothes.
Jess smiled. It was that warm smile that only mothers seemed to have. Her eyes were soft and full of love. At that moment, she glowed like the sun.
But... there was still something missing.... something she desperately needed... someone....
okay I am hoping that the guild crashes are easing up and we can get this rp back off of life support.
Maria was shocked by the sudden change in Lucian. He sank to his knees and began to sob. She was quickly beside him, holding him. Once he was done begging her not to fear him she made gentle soothing sounds, rocking him slightly.
"Shh... shh my love... I do not fear you... do not do this to yourself. I never want you to suffer."
She looked up, bracing herself as his sire approached, but the male simply patted him arm, wished him happiness and left. Could it possibly be that simple? Maria didn't trust it but dismissed it for now. Lucian needed her.
She stood, making him stand with her. She wiped his face lovingly. "No more tears. No more being on your knees my love. I am here."
She looked at Alistar. "I want to take him home. Please?" she pleaded, needing her sire's permission before bringing a non-family male into their home.
"Shh... shh my love... I do not fear you... do not do this to yourself. I never want you to suffer."
She looked up, bracing herself as his sire approached, but the male simply patted him arm, wished him happiness and left. Could it possibly be that simple? Maria didn't trust it but dismissed it for now. Lucian needed her.
She stood, making him stand with her. She wiped his face lovingly. "No more tears. No more being on your knees my love. I am here."
She looked at Alistar. "I want to take him home. Please?" she pleaded, needing her sire's permission before bringing a non-family male into their home.
Jessalyn - Baton Rouge House - Abram, Leah, Samantha
Jess cocked her head curiously when Samantha mentioned finding something upstairs. She couldn't imagine anything she was specifially be happy about except something that would benefit her baby.
She cuddled Ben, who was just starting to wake up, and followed the girls into the house. When she saw the room, she gasped and went still, staring with wide eyes. Slowly she entered, almost afraid to breathe in case it was a dream. A baby's room... toys and clothes... diapers and teething rings... even a rolling walker and a crib.
Tears sprang to her eyes, she smiled and looked at Samantha. "I'm sorry, I love it I really do. It's just that last baby room I saw was... the baby had been..." she shut her eyes as if to shut out the memory. Hurrying forward, she laid a slightly fussing Ben down on a padded rocking chair and began going through the clothes. She was crying happily and was sure the others thought she had gone mental.
"It's like a miracle!" she exclaimed, holding up the clothes and wiping her eyes. "Clothes! Actual clothes! And diapers! No more scraps of cloth. I can actually put my baby in real diapers."
Ever since he was born Jessalyn had felt guilty for not giving him the things she wanted to give him. That he had to wear an old tied shirt for clothes and had to use scraps of cloth for makeshift diapers, that she had no toys for him to play with or cuddle, no supplies of any kind.
But here she had everything she could possibly need for him. Why had no one taken these things? Raiders or drifters? Why had these things that were useless to others but priceless to her left behind?
Suddenly she stopped smiling. Jess leaned back and looked at Samantha bewildered. "What kind of a person am I?" she asked, shocked at herself. "Am I really celebrating because someone's children are likely dead? How can I be happy about someone else's tragedy?"
Heather - Hank's Group - Aaliyah
Heather listened as Aaliyah spoke. She knew the younger girl was trying to help, and she knew that the girl actually believed everything she was saying.
"It's nice that you care," she said after a moment. "But the others don't, so don't speak for them. Especially our fearless leader," she added bitterly. "He has made quite clear he wants nothing to do with me."
She rubbed her face to stop herself from screaming, raging or both. "I assumed everyone knew," she said quietly. "It doesn't make any difference now. You might as well know so you can be disgusted as well. You should at least know so that you can stop wishing it upon yourself."
Heather went to the car and sat in the seat, waiting for Aaliyah to join her so that they would be out of earshot of the others. "We were attacked," she said, staring off into space as the memories came back. "A group of scavengers we thought were looking to rob us, but it was more then that. They were..." she sighed, not really wanting to say it. "They were... they were cannibals Aaliyah. Crazed hillbilly lunatics who wanted to eat us. But not before they had their 'fun' with me..." she looked down, not wanting to see the disgust in the younger girl's eyes. "They held me down and attacked me. They molested me and attempted to rape me. Hank tried to fight them, but they hurt him badly. There was nothing he could do. If Floyd hadn't appeared when he had..." she didn't even finish the thought. She cleared her suddenly dry throat and looked at the sky, still not wanting to meet Aaliyah's eyes. A few stray tears fell down her cheeks. "He has barely talked to me since, and only then to basically tell me to leave him alone. He wants nothing to do with me. And the others?" she scoffed. "They just whisper about me, like I'm some kind of wounded animal that they are trying to decide whether to shoot or not. Maybe that would be best. Put me out of my misery, you know? I could have gotten through this. I could have. With him. But now..." she shook her head. "Now I'm broken and he is moving on, ignoring the pieces."
Jess cocked her head curiously when Samantha mentioned finding something upstairs. She couldn't imagine anything she was specifially be happy about except something that would benefit her baby.
She cuddled Ben, who was just starting to wake up, and followed the girls into the house. When she saw the room, she gasped and went still, staring with wide eyes. Slowly she entered, almost afraid to breathe in case it was a dream. A baby's room... toys and clothes... diapers and teething rings... even a rolling walker and a crib.
Tears sprang to her eyes, she smiled and looked at Samantha. "I'm sorry, I love it I really do. It's just that last baby room I saw was... the baby had been..." she shut her eyes as if to shut out the memory. Hurrying forward, she laid a slightly fussing Ben down on a padded rocking chair and began going through the clothes. She was crying happily and was sure the others thought she had gone mental.
"It's like a miracle!" she exclaimed, holding up the clothes and wiping her eyes. "Clothes! Actual clothes! And diapers! No more scraps of cloth. I can actually put my baby in real diapers."
Ever since he was born Jessalyn had felt guilty for not giving him the things she wanted to give him. That he had to wear an old tied shirt for clothes and had to use scraps of cloth for makeshift diapers, that she had no toys for him to play with or cuddle, no supplies of any kind.
But here she had everything she could possibly need for him. Why had no one taken these things? Raiders or drifters? Why had these things that were useless to others but priceless to her left behind?
Suddenly she stopped smiling. Jess leaned back and looked at Samantha bewildered. "What kind of a person am I?" she asked, shocked at herself. "Am I really celebrating because someone's children are likely dead? How can I be happy about someone else's tragedy?"
Heather - Hank's Group - Aaliyah
Heather listened as Aaliyah spoke. She knew the younger girl was trying to help, and she knew that the girl actually believed everything she was saying.
"It's nice that you care," she said after a moment. "But the others don't, so don't speak for them. Especially our fearless leader," she added bitterly. "He has made quite clear he wants nothing to do with me."
She rubbed her face to stop herself from screaming, raging or both. "I assumed everyone knew," she said quietly. "It doesn't make any difference now. You might as well know so you can be disgusted as well. You should at least know so that you can stop wishing it upon yourself."
Heather went to the car and sat in the seat, waiting for Aaliyah to join her so that they would be out of earshot of the others. "We were attacked," she said, staring off into space as the memories came back. "A group of scavengers we thought were looking to rob us, but it was more then that. They were..." she sighed, not really wanting to say it. "They were... they were cannibals Aaliyah. Crazed hillbilly lunatics who wanted to eat us. But not before they had their 'fun' with me..." she looked down, not wanting to see the disgust in the younger girl's eyes. "They held me down and attacked me. They molested me and attempted to rape me. Hank tried to fight them, but they hurt him badly. There was nothing he could do. If Floyd hadn't appeared when he had..." she didn't even finish the thought. She cleared her suddenly dry throat and looked at the sky, still not wanting to meet Aaliyah's eyes. A few stray tears fell down her cheeks. "He has barely talked to me since, and only then to basically tell me to leave him alone. He wants nothing to do with me. And the others?" she scoffed. "They just whisper about me, like I'm some kind of wounded animal that they are trying to decide whether to shoot or not. Maybe that would be best. Put me out of my misery, you know? I could have gotten through this. I could have. With him. But now..." she shook her head. "Now I'm broken and he is moving on, ignoring the pieces."
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Katie - Apartment - Play?
When her daddy asked her what they should do to relax, Katie wasn't sure what to say. Everything and everyone was so sad and it felt like when you stretch a rubber band too far.
She bit her lip and said the first thing that came to her mind.
"Play," she said quietly, then cleared throat and spoke again. "Play... we should play."
Going over to the wall with the mural, she picked up the paint brush she had been using earlier and went to a blank section of wall. She started to draw a crude picture of her kitten but stopped after only a few strokes. "Guess what it is," she said, turning to the others. When no one said anything, she drew a little more. "Now guess."
She went on until someone guessed she was drawing her kitten. Then she held out the brush. "Now someone else takes a turn. Start drawing and we have to guess what you're drawing."
It wasn't much and likely would not interest the adults too much, but Katie loved to draw and she loved games. Playing always made her feel better. Besides, the adults hadn't had any kind of play in so long she doubted they rememebered how.
Jessalyn - Road/House - Group
Jess bounced Ben lightly during the car ride. The motion lulled the baby to sleep, which was good. Sleep meant no noise. And since she had just fed him he would likely be asleep for a little while. She smiled down at his little face and kissed his forehead. She hoped they found a place to stay that had water. She needed to give him a bath and get one of her own. Cleanliness was highly important now, especially with a baby. They couldn't afford him getting sick. Well, they couldn't afford any of them getting sick.
Soon they were in Baton Rouge. An old Garth Brooks song, Calling Baton Rouge, started playing in her head and she started to hum it under her breath.
She winced and turned away from the window when she spotted the walker in the street. How many people had lost their lives here, on a day that should have been like any other normal day? Were their bodies still in the empty shells of their homes? Or had their reanimated corpses moved on, following the feast of human flesh?
They ended up in front of a large three story house. Abram and Sam left the three other girls in the car as they went to check out the house.
It was pretty silent in the car. Jess watched her baby sleep but her mind was somewhere else.
Well... with someone else...
Sitting in that house together... revealing their troubled pasts...
Sleeping together on the floor... right after she had sealed up his wound...
That last arguement... he had left the house...
that was the last time she had seen him...
Jessalyn felt herself tearing up. How many times had she beaten herself mentally for that arguement? If only she could go back... she would never have fought with him. She would have hugged him tightly and never let him out of her sight.
She tried to hold out hope that he was still alive, but it had been so long now. What if he was dead? Or worse, a walking corpse?
Jess shook her head sharply. She couldn't bear to think of him that way.
Where was he now? Had he moved on? Forgotten about her? Did he think she was dead too? Did he ever give her a moment's thought? Or was he glad to be rid of her?
What worried her more then the answer to those questions was the fact that she might now ever get the answers at all...
Heather - Baton Rouge/House - Hank's group
Heather barely felt when the car stopped, didn't even register people getting out. She had been a virtual zombie, pardon the expression, ever since her talk with Hank.
His words kept replaying in her mind. He had rejected her. Ever since she had been molested by those cannibalistic raiders he had barely looked at her. Did she disgust him that much? Did she disgust everyone that much?
No one spoke to her. They whispered yes, but no one spoke. No one understood. What had happened had broken her spirit. She was no longer the hard bitch she had been before, especially since the one person she had tried to lean on had made it throughly clear he wanted nothing to do with her anymore.
What was she to take from that but that he blamed her? That they all blamed her.
They all blamed her...
She was dirty... disgusting... filthly... no one wanted anything to do with her anymore...
Why was she even here anymore? She should leave... wander off and leave them be... maybe if she just started walking she could leave all of this behind her...?
Now.
Now was best.
No one was paying attention anyway.
But then her door opened. She looked up without moving her head.
Floyd, obviously wanting her to get out. She heard Hank's voice. Making a speech was he?
Her look said what she couldn't say : what else could he possibly have to say to bring her lower?
He wanted her to get out. Fine. She would oblige him.
She went to stand in the group huddle. She stared at the ground during Hank's speech. She didn't really pay that much attention to it. So he was suddenly moving on? How great for him. Well she hoped he didn't expect her to act like nothing was wrong. She had been sure you couldn't break a broken heart, but he had proved her wrong.
He had shattered her already broken heart.
Screw this whole 'staying together' bullshit. Things would never be the same with all of them, not when people looked at her and saw...
When she got the chance, she would make it easier on all of them.
She would leave...
When her daddy asked her what they should do to relax, Katie wasn't sure what to say. Everything and everyone was so sad and it felt like when you stretch a rubber band too far.
She bit her lip and said the first thing that came to her mind.
"Play," she said quietly, then cleared throat and spoke again. "Play... we should play."
Going over to the wall with the mural, she picked up the paint brush she had been using earlier and went to a blank section of wall. She started to draw a crude picture of her kitten but stopped after only a few strokes. "Guess what it is," she said, turning to the others. When no one said anything, she drew a little more. "Now guess."
She went on until someone guessed she was drawing her kitten. Then she held out the brush. "Now someone else takes a turn. Start drawing and we have to guess what you're drawing."
It wasn't much and likely would not interest the adults too much, but Katie loved to draw and she loved games. Playing always made her feel better. Besides, the adults hadn't had any kind of play in so long she doubted they rememebered how.
Jessalyn - Road/House - Group
Jess bounced Ben lightly during the car ride. The motion lulled the baby to sleep, which was good. Sleep meant no noise. And since she had just fed him he would likely be asleep for a little while. She smiled down at his little face and kissed his forehead. She hoped they found a place to stay that had water. She needed to give him a bath and get one of her own. Cleanliness was highly important now, especially with a baby. They couldn't afford him getting sick. Well, they couldn't afford any of them getting sick.
Soon they were in Baton Rouge. An old Garth Brooks song, Calling Baton Rouge, started playing in her head and she started to hum it under her breath.
She winced and turned away from the window when she spotted the walker in the street. How many people had lost their lives here, on a day that should have been like any other normal day? Were their bodies still in the empty shells of their homes? Or had their reanimated corpses moved on, following the feast of human flesh?
They ended up in front of a large three story house. Abram and Sam left the three other girls in the car as they went to check out the house.
It was pretty silent in the car. Jess watched her baby sleep but her mind was somewhere else.
Well... with someone else...
Sitting in that house together... revealing their troubled pasts...
Sleeping together on the floor... right after she had sealed up his wound...
That last arguement... he had left the house...
that was the last time she had seen him...
Jessalyn felt herself tearing up. How many times had she beaten herself mentally for that arguement? If only she could go back... she would never have fought with him. She would have hugged him tightly and never let him out of her sight.
She tried to hold out hope that he was still alive, but it had been so long now. What if he was dead? Or worse, a walking corpse?
Jess shook her head sharply. She couldn't bear to think of him that way.
Where was he now? Had he moved on? Forgotten about her? Did he think she was dead too? Did he ever give her a moment's thought? Or was he glad to be rid of her?
What worried her more then the answer to those questions was the fact that she might now ever get the answers at all...
Heather - Baton Rouge/House - Hank's group
Heather barely felt when the car stopped, didn't even register people getting out. She had been a virtual zombie, pardon the expression, ever since her talk with Hank.
His words kept replaying in her mind. He had rejected her. Ever since she had been molested by those cannibalistic raiders he had barely looked at her. Did she disgust him that much? Did she disgust everyone that much?
No one spoke to her. They whispered yes, but no one spoke. No one understood. What had happened had broken her spirit. She was no longer the hard bitch she had been before, especially since the one person she had tried to lean on had made it throughly clear he wanted nothing to do with her anymore.
What was she to take from that but that he blamed her? That they all blamed her.
They all blamed her...
She was dirty... disgusting... filthly... no one wanted anything to do with her anymore...
Why was she even here anymore? She should leave... wander off and leave them be... maybe if she just started walking she could leave all of this behind her...?
Now.
Now was best.
No one was paying attention anyway.
But then her door opened. She looked up without moving her head.
Floyd, obviously wanting her to get out. She heard Hank's voice. Making a speech was he?
Her look said what she couldn't say : what else could he possibly have to say to bring her lower?
He wanted her to get out. Fine. She would oblige him.
She went to stand in the group huddle. She stared at the ground during Hank's speech. She didn't really pay that much attention to it. So he was suddenly moving on? How great for him. Well she hoped he didn't expect her to act like nothing was wrong. She had been sure you couldn't break a broken heart, but he had proved her wrong.
He had shattered her already broken heart.
Screw this whole 'staying together' bullshit. Things would never be the same with all of them, not when people looked at her and saw...
When she got the chance, she would make it easier on all of them.
She would leave...
She could hardly believe it. He was... actually asking her... no, begging her to come with him?
Her smile was slow and warm, her eyes full of a feeling that could only be described as light, the bright and glowing light of joy.
But, as it always is, the feeling was short lived. The light disappeared when she heard the voice of Lucian's sire. Her face fell as he talked about them leaving. It made her sad, but at least his sire was willing to let him come back the next-
Maria's eyes widened and she gasped at the rage that came from Lucian. She took a step back reflexively roar that shook the building. The rage... it was something she had never felt from another being before.
"Lucian..." she murmured but stopped as he spoke of murders. Murders that he had commited that he had only recently began remembering?
Either she comes with me or I'll give you a reason to be Van Helsing again.
Maria gasped in fear and stumbled back. Van Helsing?! The Vampire Killer?!
The scent of her fear blanketed the area. "Lucian, please stop," she said, taking his arm, tears prickling her eyes. "Both of you. You're scaring me," she looked at his sire and hid paritally behind Lucian's arm. Lucian's rage scared her, but his sire terrified her.
If her sire felt anything for her at all she knew he would sense her fear and come to see what was wrong. She needed to calm down before Alistair arrived and a slaughter began.
"Lucian," she said, cupping his face and turning it to her. "Look at me. Please don't be so angry. Be at peace... my love," she added. "Calm yourself... be at peace..." she spoke the soothing words as she gently stroked his arm before moving both of her hands to his face. She wanted to see the gentle loving eyes of the vampire she had fallen in love with at first sight.
Her smile was slow and warm, her eyes full of a feeling that could only be described as light, the bright and glowing light of joy.
But, as it always is, the feeling was short lived. The light disappeared when she heard the voice of Lucian's sire. Her face fell as he talked about them leaving. It made her sad, but at least his sire was willing to let him come back the next-
Maria's eyes widened and she gasped at the rage that came from Lucian. She took a step back reflexively roar that shook the building. The rage... it was something she had never felt from another being before.
"Lucian..." she murmured but stopped as he spoke of murders. Murders that he had commited that he had only recently began remembering?
Either she comes with me or I'll give you a reason to be Van Helsing again.
Maria gasped in fear and stumbled back. Van Helsing?! The Vampire Killer?!
The scent of her fear blanketed the area. "Lucian, please stop," she said, taking his arm, tears prickling her eyes. "Both of you. You're scaring me," she looked at his sire and hid paritally behind Lucian's arm. Lucian's rage scared her, but his sire terrified her.
If her sire felt anything for her at all she knew he would sense her fear and come to see what was wrong. She needed to calm down before Alistair arrived and a slaughter began.
"Lucian," she said, cupping his face and turning it to her. "Look at me. Please don't be so angry. Be at peace... my love," she added. "Calm yourself... be at peace..." she spoke the soothing words as she gently stroked his arm before moving both of her hands to his face. She wanted to see the gentle loving eyes of the vampire she had fallen in love with at first sight.
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