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Blasphemous Rabbit
STATUS: It's Good Friday everyone, or as the Romans on Golgotha say, "It's hammer time!" 4 mos ago
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It's Good Friday everyone, or as the Romans on Golgotha say, "It's hammer time!"
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I just love having a job where the general population treats me like a used napkin.
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"Hey. You. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right?"
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As a holy paladin, I can't say for certain PrinceAlexus is going to be smighted, but don't be surprised if you find him with a mace in his face.
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@Dmessenger That guy has the most awkward look on his face. XD
@Whitewind
I would say yes afterEvelyn brutally crucifies Kovu with her own blood.
I'mma bout to go to sleep too. 4-10 shift tomorrow. Yayy....-____-
I would say yes afterEvelyn brutally crucifies Kovu with her own blood.
I'mma bout to go to sleep too. 4-10 shift tomorrow. Yayy....-____-
Her heart, like a metronome buried within the confines of her chest, it beat frantic against her ribs, her dress rising and falling with every shaky, tumultuous breath she drew. The helmet was placed carefully upon her head, a rather snug fit mostly due to her voluminous fiery hair, but still the cold chill of metal upon skin causing every follicle on her being to stand erect. Twas quiet, the audience hushed and only two sounds remaining audible, the machine and her heart.
She knew she had their love and support, no matter what, her dearest friends, including Max, but the ever present fear in her gut continue to gnaw at her ravenously, a dreadful ache made worse by a second scrutinizing gaze from her mother and father.
There they were in the audience. Lucille, she wore the most elegant gown money could buy, adorned with such tacky, flouncy jewelry, and her father, Magnus, the mighty railroad baron, dressed in his sharpest suit, a gold monocle affixed over his left eye, his slightly balding hairline concealed by his silk top hat.
How typical of them to be dressed so gaudy. They just loved to boast their wealth, their power, and their ego about. In fact, it made the girl a slight ill to think of it. Softly, her eyes closed. She didn't want to see them, constantly gazing down at her from their perch in the balcony.
Finally...the whirring gears and buzzing circuits halted, a mechanical melody of encroaching fate culminating into the crescendo of a chiming bell.
She opened her eyes...and there it was, her destiny: SINGER
She knew she had their love and support, no matter what, her dearest friends, including Max, but the ever present fear in her gut continue to gnaw at her ravenously, a dreadful ache made worse by a second scrutinizing gaze from her mother and father.
There they were in the audience. Lucille, she wore the most elegant gown money could buy, adorned with such tacky, flouncy jewelry, and her father, Magnus, the mighty railroad baron, dressed in his sharpest suit, a gold monocle affixed over his left eye, his slightly balding hairline concealed by his silk top hat.
How typical of them to be dressed so gaudy. They just loved to boast their wealth, their power, and their ego about. In fact, it made the girl a slight ill to think of it. Softly, her eyes closed. She didn't want to see them, constantly gazing down at her from their perch in the balcony.
Finally...the whirring gears and buzzing circuits halted, a mechanical melody of encroaching fate culminating into the crescendo of a chiming bell.
She opened her eyes...and there it was, her destiny: SINGER
@Demonic Angel Feel sorry for you :3
@Whitewind
@Demonic Angel
"Ev." A curt response she issued before walking away, but damned she be for not seeing what happened next.
She didn't hear the voice warning her, but indeed she felt the thick spine and hard cover of the book smack her in the face, in a sense of irony a Bible of all things bloodying her nose. "Oww..fuck!" Loudly and bitter she groaned caressing her bloody nose, whirling around quickly as her voice took on...what could only be described as the snarl of a hell hound, crimson eyes burning towards the miserable whelp perched at the top of the bookshelf. "DID YOU JUST THROW A FUCKING BOOK AT ME YOU BITCH?"
@Demonic Angel
"Ev." A curt response she issued before walking away, but damned she be for not seeing what happened next.
She didn't hear the voice warning her, but indeed she felt the thick spine and hard cover of the book smack her in the face, in a sense of irony a Bible of all things bloodying her nose. "Oww..fuck!" Loudly and bitter she groaned caressing her bloody nose, whirling around quickly as her voice took on...what could only be described as the snarl of a hell hound, crimson eyes burning towards the miserable whelp perched at the top of the bookshelf. "DID YOU JUST THROW A FUCKING BOOK AT ME YOU BITCH?"
@Demonic Angel
XD Nice! I really shouldn't list all my faves but... actually I can't pick a favorite. They're all good!
XD Nice! I really shouldn't list all my faves but... actually I can't pick a favorite. They're all good!
"...Suddenly, there came a tapping, as if someone gently rapping. Rapping at my chamber door."
Well if they were going to sit here and quote Poe, then she might as well have shared one of her own, a cynical edge as she uttered the famous line before taking one last drag of her cigarette and snuffing it under her foot. "I heard you rapping alright, creampuff. You really wanna sneak up on me, try another approach." And with that, she snatched up her bag and her hard case beside her feet, shoving her way past...whoever this chick was. "By the way." She paused on her way out. "You know a good coffee shop that ain't dominated by fake ass hipsters?"
Well if they were going to sit here and quote Poe, then she might as well have shared one of her own, a cynical edge as she uttered the famous line before taking one last drag of her cigarette and snuffing it under her foot. "I heard you rapping alright, creampuff. You really wanna sneak up on me, try another approach." And with that, she snatched up her bag and her hard case beside her feet, shoving her way past...whoever this chick was. "By the way." She paused on her way out. "You know a good coffee shop that ain't dominated by fake ass hipsters?"
The outcome was indeed predictable, and such joy it brought to Cooper's face to see her dreams realized by the machination upon the stage. Yet...while Daniella indeed beamed with such rapture on the inside for her impoverished friend, she had to keep her celebrations subtle on the outside. For while many did clap and cheer their loudest for the scraggly youth, the only applause and admiration was among them, the working class and other fellow metalhearts, while the rich and the haughty....they could only roll their eyes and mutter their obscenities under heated, rancid breaths to the poor girl. Such badmouthing it would not be Daniella's pleasure to partake in, surprised the rich hadn't erupted into boo's and jeers, her parents included.
Speaking of whom, their eyes were upon her; she could feel their cold, analyzing gaze boring into the back of her skull, and she dared not turn to face them, even when-
'Daniella Reindheart'
It was her turn now.
~"Oh gods."~ Anxiously she breathed, the very mention of her name feeling like a punch that knocked the wind out of her. She wobbled a bit standing, not a good impression when your bigoted parents were observing your every move, making sure you did nothing to besmirch and defile their golden name. ~"Well...here goes."~ She smiled to the others, to Max, to Marcella, and to Cooper. ~"I wish you all good luck, no matter where the threads of destiny lead you, and...I hope you'll wish me the same."~ A blush creeping across her porcelain cheeks. It was time. One last deep breath to steady her electrified nerves and onward she moved with boldness and confidence only one the name of Reindheart could muster, her stiletto heels clacking amidst the grim silence, the only sound as she took the stage and donned the helmet.
Speaking of whom, their eyes were upon her; she could feel their cold, analyzing gaze boring into the back of her skull, and she dared not turn to face them, even when-
'Daniella Reindheart'
It was her turn now.
~"Oh gods."~ Anxiously she breathed, the very mention of her name feeling like a punch that knocked the wind out of her. She wobbled a bit standing, not a good impression when your bigoted parents were observing your every move, making sure you did nothing to besmirch and defile their golden name. ~"Well...here goes."~ She smiled to the others, to Max, to Marcella, and to Cooper. ~"I wish you all good luck, no matter where the threads of destiny lead you, and...I hope you'll wish me the same."~ A blush creeping across her porcelain cheeks. It was time. One last deep breath to steady her electrified nerves and onward she moved with boldness and confidence only one the name of Reindheart could muster, her stiletto heels clacking amidst the grim silence, the only sound as she took the stage and donned the helmet.
@Whitewind
If there was one thing you couldn't beat, it was classic gothic literature, and Poe was a master, using such prose and vivid words to paint a ghastly and macabre picture of a man tormented by his grievous sins to the brink of wavering sanity. Another drag Evelyn took of her cigarette, exhaling another puff of smoke into the thin, silent atmosphere of the library, but then, something caught her from the corner of her eye, or rather...someone.
This girl, she didn't really know what to think of her, other than she was kinda cute looking, but other than that she was slightly annoyed by the interruption. "Yeah?" She quipped dryly, a cold glare towards the chick as she snapped her book shut, her earbuds at full blast with Butcher Babies.
If there was one thing you couldn't beat, it was classic gothic literature, and Poe was a master, using such prose and vivid words to paint a ghastly and macabre picture of a man tormented by his grievous sins to the brink of wavering sanity. Another drag Evelyn took of her cigarette, exhaling another puff of smoke into the thin, silent atmosphere of the library, but then, something caught her from the corner of her eye, or rather...someone.
This girl, she didn't really know what to think of her, other than she was kinda cute looking, but other than that she was slightly annoyed by the interruption. "Yeah?" She quipped dryly, a cold glare towards the chick as she snapped her book shut, her earbuds at full blast with Butcher Babies.
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