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Walking Dead rp

Jess - Haywood - Decisions
Jess was jerked from her sleep by the sound of the door opening. As the man talked she tried to make sense of what was happening.
She gasped when she realized that not only was she free, but Bruce was the one tied now. He was the prisoner.
Before she could even process this a crowbar was placed in her hand and the men left. She stared at the weapon, trying to make sense of their words.

Eli was dead?
Bruce was overthrown?
They wanted her to kill Bruce?

Before she could fully think about doing anything Bruce started to talk, doing what he did best : yelling at her and tearing her down with his words. All he ended up doing was confusing her. Did he want her to kill him or not? He kept changing his mind. One thing didn't change though. His words still hurt.
Jess only stared during his rant that was sounding more crazed by the second. She felt that she saw him, truly saw him for the first time.
He was a bully. He was a tyrant. But he was also a man who was scared. Scared that everything he had built was crumbling beneath him. Actually it was.

But instead of making her happy, it made her feel sorry for him.

She lifted the crowbar... and tossed it aside.
Kneeling before him, she took his face in her hands. "If you are going to die, it will not be by my hands. There has been too much death... too much hatred... I will not kill you so that you can escape from this. You have run from everything. Now you are going to have to live with your cowardice."
She stood upright. "And yes, you are a coward. To say such things to me, such horrible awful things, you are a coward. You feel like you have to use words and violence to make people obey you. A leader isn't made from violence, he is made by the people who follow him. Look around you. If you were a better leader they wouldn't have been able to do this to you. Your people would have fought for you. But that is your own fault. Do not take it out on me."

She stroked her stomach with her hands. "You do not want me here, so I will leave. Should you change your mind some day, I will not keep your child from you, should you want to see him... or her..." she lifted her head, a new look in her eyes. "But do not believe that because you don't want me that no one will. I want to be wanted by a real man, not a coward who needs to hurt people in order to feel important. Because in the end, that kind of importance is an illusion."
A smile actually lit up her face, bringing a warmth to her eyes. "I think I may have already met someone. I think... he already cares about me, so maybe... just maybe, he could grow to feel something for me. He is the kind of man you could only hope to become."

Jess took a deep breath, ready to endure whatever venom he was going to spit at her. She just kept Floyd in her mind's eye. Thinking of him and his bravery would make her strong enough to endure this.
"Despite everything, I do hope that you get everything you want Bruce. I am truly sorry for whatever happened to you to make you this way, but I will not let you make me like you. I... I forgive you, Bruce. I forgive you because I do not want hatred within me anymore."

Loki x Elsa... anyone wanna be my Loki?

So I was wandering around Youtube and I found a bunch of really cool videos of Elsa from Frozen and Loki from Thor. It seems like such a good pairing and it inspired me.
So my question is : does anyone want to be the Loki to my Elsa?

I figured out part of a storyline :
Anna froze and died and Elsa ran away in grief. She got the trolls to make her a portal to another world, one where she meets Thor and Loki and other super-powered people and thinks that maybe she can finally belong somewhere. The problem is Elsa still can't control her powers. Her fear and grief over causing her sister's death is so great that she starts freezing everything around her and causing people to die, so S.H.E.I.L.D mistakes her for evil and wants her taken down.
That is just a rough draft. I am open to ideas on how to expand it.

pokemon the journey to legend

I just started playing pokemon and am looking for a good rp. I would like to join this one. Will make a CS once I get home from work.

Walking Dead rp

Katie - Underground - playing with Daddy
Katie stuck her tongue out at the man as they passed him. He was in trouble now.
She skipped happily to her room, her daddy in tow. She didn't let go of his hand until they were in her room, just in case he changed his mind and left.
She sat cross-legged on the floor and held out a few pieces of crayon to him. "I'll color for you Daddy," she announced and started a picture of a man and a little girl standing in the sunshine in a field of flowers. It was crude, she was only seven after all, but you could tell what it was.

Before everyone got sick they used to go to the park and play. Then afterward daddy would get Katie and her brother ice cream while mommy fussed at daddy for giving her too much sugar. But it was no mean fussing, cuz mommy always laughed while she did it.
Katie really missed that park. She missed how things used to be.
Her mommy and her big brother had gone away. If daddy went away too, she'd be all alone.

Finishing her picture, she got up with the picture in her hand and climbed into her daddy's lap, wanting to cuddle.
"Daddy?" she asked, her voice soft and fearful. "You're not going to go away too... right? I don't want you to go away."
She laid her little head against his chest, listening to him breathe. She had nightmares sometimes, about the sick people. She hated the sickness. It made so many people go away. She wanted daddy to make everyone better, but he couldn't. And that made her sad sometimes.

After a little while she looked up curiously. "Daddy? What does 'fuck' mean? I heard Barney say that he couldn't wait to fuck the new girl. Does that mean play? Is there a new girl for me to play with? Is she my age?"

Walking Dead rp

Katie - Underground - Tyler

Katie lowered her head, sad at her daddy's tone. "I'm sorry daddy," she said in a small hurt puppy kind of voice. "I wanted you and they said you were busy," she hugged his leg. "You're always busy. I want you to play with me."
Ever since her brother had gone away Daddy always wanted her to stay in her room. But she got bored and lonely in there all by herself. She wanted someone to play with. But more then that, she wanted her daddy.
"Those men are loud and smelly. I want you daddy," she said, clinging to him.

Remembering what she had heard, Katie peered up at him. "Daddy? I heard someone scream. Are they sick? Are they going to go away too, like-" she almost said her brother's name but stopped. She didn't like how daddy got when someone mentioned her brother. He acted funny.

"There you are you little-!" a voice started then stopped. "Sir!" it was the man who had chased her before. "I tried to get her back to her room, but she climbed up into the pipes and I lost her."
Katie frowned and stuck her tongue out at the man. "Cuz I'm not a big dummy," she said, holding on tightly to her daddy's pant leg. She had all the courage in the world when her daddy was standing there. He would never let anything happen to her.

She tugged on his pant leg. "Can we go and play Daddy? Please? Just for a little bit?"
She had bits and pieces of broken crayons in her room waiting to be used. Even if all he did was sit in the same room with her while she drew a picture for him she'd be happy. Even though Katie was more then a little spoiled, it really didn't take much to make her happy.

Walking Dead rp

Katie - Underground - Time to Play

The little girl skipped along the hall. "Daddy!" she called out. "Daddy!"
She ended up turning a corner and smacking into one of her daddy's men. He helped her up. "Katie, you shouldn't be wandering around like this. You might get in trouble."
Katie sighed the sigh of a bored little girl. "I don't want to stay in my room anymore. I want to play."
"You can paly by yourself. Everyone is busy."
Katie pouted. "I want my daddy to play with me."
"He's ah... busy."
"He's always busy," Katie complained sadly and folded her arms, frowning.

It was true. Whenever she wanted her daddy she was told the same thing : he was busy. Everyone was always busy. She didn't want to ever be a grownup. They had no fun.
"Come on, let's get you back to where you belong," the man said and reached for her hand. Katie dodged and took off, giggling.
"Come back here!" he shouted at her and chased her. Katie giggled. She was faster then him. He was fat and slow.
She scrambled up into a dry drainage pipe and laughed as the man tried to reach her but couldn't. She stuck her tongue out at him and crawled off into the pipe. If he wouldn't take her to her daddy, she'd find him by herself.

Katie crawled around for a little bit before she got down into an empty corridor. She heard men talking and moved quietly along the wall. Then she heard her daddy's name mentioned. He had to be around here somewhere.
Her hand was on a doorknob when she heard the distant echo of a scream.
Katie's smile faded. She froze and stared off down the hallway. The scream echoed again, making her scared. Was someone hurt? Was someone getting sick like the people above? She remembered the night she heard screaming... the night her brother had gone away...

"It's the kid!" someone shouted.
Katie scrambled as someone picked her up. She kicked and beat at them with her fists. "Put me down! I want my daddy!"
"What a damn brat," he muttered as he carried her off down the hall.
"You said a bad word! I'm gonna tell!" Katie shouted. "Daddy!"

Walking Dead rp

Appearance :
Name : Katelyn (Katie)
Age : 7
Skill : epic cuteness
Weapon : Daddy aka Tyler
Personality : adorable, friendly to everyone, but a child so she can't fight, but she can hide like nobody's business. she ends up getting her way a lot, her daddy sees to that.
Brief Bio : Katie doesn't know who her mother is, assuming she died when everyone got 'sick'. Tyler never told her anything about what happened or what is going on now. She knows nothing about the arena, the fights, the dungeons, the trading, the women being kept as stock. Basically she thinks her daddy is the best ever, like any little girl would.

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http://us12.chatzy.com/55528687183860 - Among the Ruined

Walking Dead rp

I can't either :(

Walking Dead rp

Lynn - Underground / Cells

Lynn groaned as they threw her into a cell. For some reason Tyler hadn't released the third walker on her. It was the perfect time to kill her. She wouldn't have been able to fight it in her current state.
She crawled over to a sitting position against the wall, trying to take shallow breaths because deep ones hurt. She coughed and spat out some blood. She hoped to God she didn't have cracked ribs. Those hurt like hell and took a long f---ing time to heal.

She let her head fall to the side, looking at the cell across from hers. A young girl was in it, crying. She was the one from before... Well she obviously hadn't been 'tried out' but any of the men yet, otherwise she'd been in the area with the expectant mothers.
"Come on kid, don't cry. At least you don't look as bad as I do," she quipped, trying to make the girl laugh. Lynn winced and closed her eyes. "God damn bastards. They broke my nose."
She lifted her hand to wipe away the blood on her face.
"Look, if it makes any difference you'll be treated like a princess. Tyler doesn't let anything hurt his women. He'll probably keep you for himself since you're so young. You'll get a safe place, good food and protection from the rest of the animals in this place. It's not much, but it's all you've got now."
She paused and shook her head, laughing a little although it was painful. "I'm sorry I suck at providing comfort. Never been good at being soft and stuff. Jess is better at that. That's why she's gonna be a great mom. Me? I'd choose a gun over a baby any day. Got nothing against 'em, they're just not my thing. Maybe that's why Tyler didn't want me anymore..."
She shook her head. "Sorry, pain is making me chatty. Ignore me and my rambling."

Jessalyn - Haywood - Alone

Eventually someone came and untied her. They gave her food and left without speaking to her. Jess ate because the baby needed it. They came and took the plate when she was done, but still said nothing even when she tried to speak to them. Had Bruce ordered them to give her the silent treatment? She wouldn't have put it past him.
The isolation was the worst. She hated being alone. It made her sad. Loneliness was like a dark cloud hanging over her.
She wanted Lynn...
She wanted Floyd...

Jess paced until she got too tired to walk anymore. Then she sat against the wall. Then she laid down on the floor, using her arm for a pillow.
It wasn't that cold in the room, but she still wished she had a blanket to curl up in. Something to burrow into and hide, like a rabbit in it's hole.

"It's going to be okay," she whispered to her baby, running her hands soothingly over her stomach. "I love you. That's all the matters."
She started humming a simple lullaby for her baby, to comfort both it and herself.