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or.... he could hear Maria singing and investigate.... since I am hoping someone will.... lol

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

while I am glad the rp looks cool, you need to be approved before you post anything. thank you for editing your post. Your character looks good. Just give let me talk to my Co-GMs before you post anything in the rp

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For those who are curious : the song Maria is singing in my post is an old Scottish song about a widow whose baby is killed when another clan attacks her home. The song is what she sings over the child's grave. the lyrics are in the description of the video. in case you are having trouble with the link the name of the song is called Ba Mo Leanabh, you can look it up on Youtube

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She was left alone. In some ways it was a relief to not be tortured continuously. But at the same time the isolation was it's own form of torture. It left her alone with her thoughts. Now that her hunger had abated her head was clearer, and she was able to see what she had done. The young male vampire looked ghastly, his face permenantly fixed in an expression of pain and horror, her throat slashed open, nearly seperating his head from his neck.. She hated seeing it, having to look at what she had done in her blood-lust. Shame coursed through her, guilt weighing her down. For a brief moment, she had been the monster that humans thought all vampires were. Maria started to cry softly, her tears glistening down her cheeks. She barely noticed the sting of the salt on her open wounds anymore, having gotten used to the constant pain. She could still taste blood, both his and her own. It sickened her and she tried to spit it out, but to no avail. Her mouth was too dry. She needed water or some kind of drink, but didn't hold out any hope that she would get any from her gracious host. She found herself wondering again why he was even bothering to keep her alive. Obviously he wanted this girl back, but what was stopping him from killing her now? He had already set up the terms of her release, if he killed her now he would still get what he wanted. And Alistair and Lucian would not stop til he was dead either way. Luican... where was he right now? Looking for her? Or had he forgotten about her already? Moved on to someone else? It pained her to think of such things. What they'd had, although so briefly, had been strong it was hard to believe he would be able to move on from her so quickly, but the isolation, torture and heartache was messing with her mind and emotions. Her limbs were sore from being restrained for so long, her body wearing down from the stress it was under. Whatever the Goblin had given her had made healing slow and painful. She wanted to go home... she wanted to be with Lucian... wanted to see Alistair... wanted to feel safe... As always Maria expressed her feelings the only way she could, through her voice. Since he had left her mouth ungagged she was able to sing. The song that came from her was full of heartache, a haunting melody that would break the heart of anyone near, at least those who had hearts to break. song

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

Jessalyn - Baton Rouge/Plaza - Tremblay Jess watched the man warily. He seemed almost... decent. But she had been taken in by that front before. It was going to take more then some kind words to make her believe he truly meant her and her baby no harm. Sniffling, trying to dry her tears, she looked down at Ben, kissing his forehead before speaking. "I came here with my group. We were trying to find shelter and a safe place to stay for a little while. We found a house that had baby supplies, everything he could need. Everything... and because I wanted to help someone I have lost it all for him..." She teared up again but shook her head, forcing the tears back once again. She would cry in earnest later. "Ben's father is dead," she said, her voice quiet as her mind went back to that day. "Killed before he was born. His name was Bruce. He was the leader of a place a lot like this, a place called Haywood. He was trading women like cattle to a man who used them as breeding stock. But since I was already pregnant, I was more valuable. But I was pregnant by him, taken advantage off months before by him with the promise that he would take care of me, keep me safe. But as soon as he was done with me, he abandoned me. His cruel leadership crumbled and his people turned on him. When I told him that he was the father of my baby, he tried to kill us both. He was killed while trying to strangle me." Jess swallowed hard but forced herself to continue. "A man named Floyd rescued me after I was traded away. He took care of me in the last months of my pregnancy, but we were seperated before Ben was born. I left Haywood with a friend to find him... and that is how we came here," she paused and looked at the man before her. "We never meant to stay here," she insisted. "We were going to continue on, to find Floyd. I know he's not dead. He can't be. He is too much of a survivor to die out there." He offered her to ask him any question she wanted, so she chose the one that was upmost in her mind. "How did you become the leader of this place?" The answer would tell her about what kind of man he was. It he took it by force, then his show of kindness was just an act. If the men appointed him, then maybe there was something in him that she could come to trust eventually.

The Walking Dead - Among the Ruined - Season 3

Jessalyn - Baton Rouge/Plaza - Trembley Jess had no choice but to follow the man. He led her to a small store. Was this to be her cell? If he wouldn't let her go, what did he want or expect from her? She looked at him fiercely. "One of those men tried to take my baby from me," she told him. "I do not want to cause trouble or conflict, but if you or anyone touches my son again I will kill them with my bare hands," she said the last words slowly, putting emphasis on each word. "I have never killed anyone before, living anyway, but I will if you try to take my baby from me." Ben started fussing again so Jess found a chair to sit on and rock him gently. This man wanted to ask questions? What kind of questions? "I will not betray my group to you, so save your time and breath," she told him. "They are not a threat and have nothing of value, so please leave them be." She was so frustrated she wanted to scream. She had just wanted to help that man. And now she had been kidnapped, held captive once again, and she had lost all of those supplies for Ben. The clothes, the toys, the walker, the diapers, the powder, the baby tub, the soap, the lotion, the pacifiers, the teething rings... everything... Tears filled her eyes, catching the light as they fell down her cheeks. She was a failure, as a mother and as a survivor. Gentle hearts and wanting to help people didn't work in this harsh world of the living dead. It only got you killed, or worse. ----- Katie - Hotel - Scarlett, Tyler Katie sat on the bed, biting her nails nervously. Was Scarlett mad at her? Would she tell her daddy on her and get Katie into trouble? It was a few minutes later that Scarlett came back. She looked wrong. Something was wrong. "Scarlett...?" Katie asked hesitantly, worriedly. When Scarlett wanted her to leave Katie stood sadly. "Okay," she said in a small voice and left, dragging her feet. Outside she saw her daddy right away. "Daddy," she said, just as worriedly and hesitantly, but looked down. "Never mind," she said in a quiet voice. She didn't know what had happened but she could tell it had been bad. Had what she asked Scarlett been so terrible? Was she a bad little girl when she had promised her daddy she wouldn't be? The little girl was sad and confused and wanted to cry but wasn't sure why, which confused her more which made her want to cry more. She didn't understand... why was everything so wrong...? ----- Heather - Road - Silence Silence. It was all that came from her, all that was in her mind, all that was in her heart. It was the breaking point she had fought so hard to come back from. She was there again. And this time, there would be no coming back. Heather didn't care what they did to her anymore, these men that had captured them. These monsters disguised as men. All she could see was DeSean. All of the fights they had had, all of the name calling and shouting and all of the bad things she had thought about him. Now she would give anything to take them all back, to have him walk in with his cocky as shit attitude. Jennifer was inconsolable, so Heather didn't even attempt it. What could she say? She had lost her love, but he was still alive and well and chained beside her, not torn apart like an animal. She might have been able to come back from seeing DeSean savaged in front of them, but she would never get over the looks on Seth and Aaliyah's faces as they were left behind. Aaliyah... she had been a true friend... had given Heather a shoulder to lean on and an ear to listen. She had let Heather unburden herself and cry. And now... she was gone... would soon be dead like DeSean. The thought of her being torn apart by those animals was enough to make Heather want to pull her hair out and scream in agony. It was wrong. It was all wrong. None of this should be happening. It was a nightmare. She wanted to wake up... As they were manhandled like cattle, Heather could feel the bastards feeling her up but didn't bother to react. They could do what they wanted and no one, not even Hank or Floyd, could stop them. DeSean's death had taught her that. They were powerless. If these men decided to pull over and rape her and Jennifer Heather wasn't likely to even fight back. Her eyes were blank like a doll's eyes, her will to live on snuffed out like a candle. There was no hope, no possibility of any of this being okay. Silence... It was deafening... She hadn't opened her mouth in so long her lips felt like they were fused together. Even when one of the creatures shouted something at her, then smacked her for not responding, did she make a sound or even acknowledge he was there. One word she had comprehended was "retarded". They thought she was mentally challenged. She didn't care. Let them think what they wanted. She was tired of fighting, tired of screaming, tired of crying, tired of hoping... She just wanted to lay down and die. Exisiting as a living corpse was preferable to this.

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Maria looked up as the door opened, snarling at the male who entered. He had a smile on his face that she recognized from her days as a working girl in the Carribbean. He thought he was going to have her? Stupid fool. Soon to be a dead fool. As any predator would do, she waited for him to approach. The fool was dumb enough to expose his neck to her as he felt her body, as if he was begging for death. She obliged him. The male screamed in pain as she sank her fangs deep into his throat. What followed was savagery that would have made even someone with a strong stomach flinch. Maria did not relinquish her hold, not allowing him to get away. It took only a few seconds to drain him dry, and the female still sucked even when there was nothing left. When she finally dropped the carcass it landed in a heap on the floor, throat ripped open, face contorted in a mixture of surprise, horror and agony. She licked her lips and screamed, a loud echoing primal scream. It was a cry for her mate...

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Maria screamed through the gag. The pain was intense, blinding. She threw her head back as she lost even more precious blood. Would he really kill her? If she died, this child would suffer greatly, would pray for death. But if she died... Lucian... The flame-haired beauty, blood and tears pouring from her, turned her eyes to her tormentor. The corners of her vision started to go dark, tunnel-y, but she could still see him clearly for the moment. She only stared, her eyes judging his actions. He was only proving her point now. He was acting like even more of a spoiled child, hurting her more because he hadn't liked hearing the truth. He might break her, but he would never take her fire. Her pupils widened to where they were almost black. She needed to replace the blood she was losing. Her screams of pain started taking on a snarling edge to them, her fangs nearly aching with the need to bite and feed. It was hard to look menacing while crying pitifully and praying for the pain to stop, but somehow she pulled it off. She banged her head back repeatedly against the surface she was restrained to, her fangs gnawing at the gag. Her fangs were smaller then others, dainty and feminine, but still sharp as a scalpel. The leather was thick, but given enough time and she could cut it. The pain and the forced starvation was turning her more animalistic. She wanted blood... Her eyes fastened on her tormentor's throat. The urge to sink her fangs into it, to rip it open, was incredible.

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so yeah.... Maria is about to get her ass kicked cuz of her big mouth lol

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Maria glared in disbelief at her captor. Then she laughed bitterly. "My love will skin you alive and leave you to bake in the sun. And my sire will do worse," she told him, wincing at the pain in her chest from laughing. Damn the bastard it felt like he had broken her ribs. But even with the pain his next statement made her laugh harder. "Wed and keep me?" she asked incredulously. "As if you had the balls boy," she said, the fire in her eyes coming back bright and hot. "Only a boy treats a woman this way. This is not the way of a true male. My sire is a true male. And my love Lucian, my moon and stars, he is a true male. I feel nothing but pity for you." Each word was painful for her, but Maria was anything if not stubborn. She braced herself for the pain that would come from insulting the child-male before her. In her eyes he was naught but a spoiled brat, hurting her because his female had run off. And little wonder she had. "I suggest you wait for this female you want so badly," she said. "You couldn't handle 'keeping' me. I am not one to be 'kept'."