@KatherinWinter Still morning I think, and I know how you feel. My work week was pure satanic hell! Dx
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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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New Abortion - Slipknot
Dig up Her Bones - The Misfits
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Nothing Left - As I Lay Dying
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All Nightmare Long - Metallica
Dig up Her Bones - The Misfits
Under and Over it - Five Finger Death Punch
Awaken (Mustakrakish) - Dethklok
A Long Walk Home - Walls of Jericho
Nothing Left - As I Lay Dying
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Rise, Rebel, Resist - Otep
What I Always Wanted - Kittie
All Nightmare Long - Metallica
@sassy1085@Otaku95
Bluuuuugh...
Sorry guys, but I think I'm gonna drop. I've tried and tried to think of something to post, but I'm just not feeling it dammit! DX Really hope I didn't hurt any of y'alls feelings or pissed you off in some way.
Bluuuuugh...
Sorry guys, but I think I'm gonna drop. I've tried and tried to think of something to post, but I'm just not feeling it dammit! DX Really hope I didn't hurt any of y'alls feelings or pissed you off in some way.
@BlackPanther
If Rebecca wasn't sweating profusely on the inside just yet, then certainly now she was perspiring waterfalls. Yet the same seductive and confident composure she kept up on the outside, making damn certain he couldn't see any flaw in such a carefully set demeanor. Damned she be however, for indeed, he did see through her. Dammit all! He knows we're onto him. He knew all along. Rebecca cursed within her mind, a slight shiver creeping up her spine as Vladimir, like the predator he was, circled her and Camille, equally hesitant at her side, her tiny fangs chattering a bit.
A game, that is what this was to the both of them, and in trying to outwit her foe, she had grown too cocky, too arrogant, and thus, she was leaving her king exposed to outright attack. But even so, Vladimir, in this proverbial competition of wits and tactics, he too was seeming to make grievous errors that would cost him. Rebecca was hesitant to exploit them unfortunately, for if she figured the man was this clever, then it could as well have been a false flag to get her to react without thought.
She needed something good, something to let down his guard, to truly expose himself to a direct onslaught by the woman, but what?
For the time being, she stood there without a word, her expression somewhat hard to discern when really it was just a quizzical stare aimed at the hybrid Vlad. Then, an idea, with quite the look she was giving him, one of unmistakable, predatory...lust. Camille my love, please don't hate me too much for this. I promise I will reward you later if you're a good little girl. Frankly she was going to hate herself for it.
She sauntered over to him, a rather sultry giggle as she began to encircle him, much in the same fashion of his from before, but with the add of her frail finger tracing across the contour of his muscular chest. ~"A little chat, hmm? Are you sure that is all you want, you silly boy?"~ Her whisper, warm with a licentious heat as she resumed slipping over to his other side, this time the tip of her fingernail gently stroking his backside. ~"Because, if you ask me..."~ Then, she was right in front of him, grasping him by his hips firmly and pulling him closer to her, a decadent, teasing smirk as she was now eye to eye with the beast, slipping her tender touch from drawing a line across his cheek to gracing his lips. ~"I think you had other reasons for tempting a couple of lovely goddesses to follow you."~ And to top this off, a daring move. Her hand slipped from his face now, stroking his perfectly sculpted pectorals, his Adonis figure as slyly she clasped his hand in hers, pressing it to her with a light shiver, with his hand, firm and muscular, just like the rest of him, cupping her bosom, leaning in ever closer to whisper in a heated breath, ~"Didn't you, darling?"~ A playful nip of his ear to encourage him.
Of course Camille had seen the entire spectacle from afar, and to say she wasn't too happy with it...would indeed be an understatement. Her adorable round face....as far as Rebecca could tell from a short glance, it was about as red as a stop sign. I know Mistress is planning something, but I really....REALLY wanna stab that pervert!
If Rebecca wasn't sweating profusely on the inside just yet, then certainly now she was perspiring waterfalls. Yet the same seductive and confident composure she kept up on the outside, making damn certain he couldn't see any flaw in such a carefully set demeanor. Damned she be however, for indeed, he did see through her. Dammit all! He knows we're onto him. He knew all along. Rebecca cursed within her mind, a slight shiver creeping up her spine as Vladimir, like the predator he was, circled her and Camille, equally hesitant at her side, her tiny fangs chattering a bit.
A game, that is what this was to the both of them, and in trying to outwit her foe, she had grown too cocky, too arrogant, and thus, she was leaving her king exposed to outright attack. But even so, Vladimir, in this proverbial competition of wits and tactics, he too was seeming to make grievous errors that would cost him. Rebecca was hesitant to exploit them unfortunately, for if she figured the man was this clever, then it could as well have been a false flag to get her to react without thought.
She needed something good, something to let down his guard, to truly expose himself to a direct onslaught by the woman, but what?
For the time being, she stood there without a word, her expression somewhat hard to discern when really it was just a quizzical stare aimed at the hybrid Vlad. Then, an idea, with quite the look she was giving him, one of unmistakable, predatory...lust. Camille my love, please don't hate me too much for this. I promise I will reward you later if you're a good little girl. Frankly she was going to hate herself for it.
She sauntered over to him, a rather sultry giggle as she began to encircle him, much in the same fashion of his from before, but with the add of her frail finger tracing across the contour of his muscular chest. ~"A little chat, hmm? Are you sure that is all you want, you silly boy?"~ Her whisper, warm with a licentious heat as she resumed slipping over to his other side, this time the tip of her fingernail gently stroking his backside. ~"Because, if you ask me..."~ Then, she was right in front of him, grasping him by his hips firmly and pulling him closer to her, a decadent, teasing smirk as she was now eye to eye with the beast, slipping her tender touch from drawing a line across his cheek to gracing his lips. ~"I think you had other reasons for tempting a couple of lovely goddesses to follow you."~ And to top this off, a daring move. Her hand slipped from his face now, stroking his perfectly sculpted pectorals, his Adonis figure as slyly she clasped his hand in hers, pressing it to her with a light shiver, with his hand, firm and muscular, just like the rest of him, cupping her bosom, leaning in ever closer to whisper in a heated breath, ~"Didn't you, darling?"~ A playful nip of his ear to encourage him.
Of course Camille had seen the entire spectacle from afar, and to say she wasn't too happy with it...would indeed be an understatement. Her adorable round face....as far as Rebecca could tell from a short glance, it was about as red as a stop sign. I know Mistress is planning something, but I really....REALLY wanna stab that pervert!
Hmm... ya know, I should probably hope to give Daniella a happy ending, even though I'm planning to put my character through hell. x3
@Princeofhearts
Of course she couldn't escape with Maxwell, even if it was her final desperate bid just to be with him a moment longer, it was not possible. She winced a tad at the youth's words, unwittingly uttered at not the best moment, but still truthful and still like a needle pricking her skin something bothersome.
~"That won't be necessary."~ A curt response given after a brief sigh. Daniella's attention was turned from the odd boy, her stylist, with his penchant for women's garments, and rather transfixed to the window beside her as they sat down in the living room on one of the plush leather couches, her hand resting on her cheek as she inclined on it, still the same hurtful expression she adorned her face with. ~"I do not wish to bother my friends any longer with these trivial emotions. Besides, Cooper has returned to the slums where my dear Maxwell now resides, and Marcella, I feel as though I chided her when I turned her away in my melancholic turmoil."~ Yet another sigh, deeper this time, and somewhat tearful, as her misty eyes left the window and turned to the golden haired youth beside her sitting cross legged. ~"Khalil, you've heard me many times say that destiny is shaped by the hands of men and not a predetermined course. Do you think I was lying when I said that? The truth is...I believe I did lie to myself, because a lie is more acceptable than the cold, blatant truth. I guess I wanted to feel comfort in believing in illusions instead of the hard reality before me, that I didn't wish to see nor acknowledge what this day would truly entail. I feel as though I've lost everyone. I will remember them, yes, but...will I even see their faces, hold their hands and feel their gentle warmth...even for once as time is persistent to carry on and not cease its progression...no matter how much I wish for it to? I don't believe so...."~
The tears....they were coming back. Gods how she hated them now. With a fragile breath, Daniella stood from the couch, still a bit weak from her last fit of woe, drying her eyes upon the touch of her hand. ~"I should stop this now. If mother and father were to see me like this, it would just be worse. I'm not as hard hearted as they are, and never will I be, even if it hurts so much to have a weak, tender heart such as mine."~
Of course she couldn't escape with Maxwell, even if it was her final desperate bid just to be with him a moment longer, it was not possible. She winced a tad at the youth's words, unwittingly uttered at not the best moment, but still truthful and still like a needle pricking her skin something bothersome.
~"That won't be necessary."~ A curt response given after a brief sigh. Daniella's attention was turned from the odd boy, her stylist, with his penchant for women's garments, and rather transfixed to the window beside her as they sat down in the living room on one of the plush leather couches, her hand resting on her cheek as she inclined on it, still the same hurtful expression she adorned her face with. ~"I do not wish to bother my friends any longer with these trivial emotions. Besides, Cooper has returned to the slums where my dear Maxwell now resides, and Marcella, I feel as though I chided her when I turned her away in my melancholic turmoil."~ Yet another sigh, deeper this time, and somewhat tearful, as her misty eyes left the window and turned to the golden haired youth beside her sitting cross legged. ~"Khalil, you've heard me many times say that destiny is shaped by the hands of men and not a predetermined course. Do you think I was lying when I said that? The truth is...I believe I did lie to myself, because a lie is more acceptable than the cold, blatant truth. I guess I wanted to feel comfort in believing in illusions instead of the hard reality before me, that I didn't wish to see nor acknowledge what this day would truly entail. I feel as though I've lost everyone. I will remember them, yes, but...will I even see their faces, hold their hands and feel their gentle warmth...even for once as time is persistent to carry on and not cease its progression...no matter how much I wish for it to? I don't believe so...."~
The tears....they were coming back. Gods how she hated them now. With a fragile breath, Daniella stood from the couch, still a bit weak from her last fit of woe, drying her eyes upon the touch of her hand. ~"I should stop this now. If mother and father were to see me like this, it would just be worse. I'm not as hard hearted as they are, and never will I be, even if it hurts so much to have a weak, tender heart such as mine."~
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It had been a while or so since she met Jennifer, or rather bumped into her, when Liz returned to the alleyway, some guy passing by her. She didn't know him, nor had she seen him around this part of the slums much. Kinda looked like your typical gang-banger, but she wasn't one to judge just by appearance alone. Besides, she didn't think a prostitute would be such a welcoming person.
"Heyyy." Michale greeted Liz with a wave. "Bout time kid. I was thinking I was gonna have go looking for you. Run into any trouble?"
"Nah." Liz shook her head, sitting beside Mike, her back propped against the brick wall decorated with years of gang tags and graffiti until it was nothing more than a canvas of abstract art, still pleasing to the eye in some way. "Well, they had donuts, but no coffee, which sucks." She frowned, taking a chocolate donut from the crumpled paper sack to her side and shoving it in her mouth. It was about the only food she's had in a while. "So, a friend of yours?" She said with her mouth full of donut, a few chocolate smears on her lips.
Mike shrugged, "Eh, you could say that. Kid was looking for some help. A friend of his is sick. I told him it was probably the flu, but you know what got me?"
"What?" Liz asked while taking another bite. Mike sighed answering, his tired, gray eyes looking a little misty as he spoke, "All these young kids out here, it's just...sad really. They have their whole lives ahead of them, and yet here they are, out here on these cold and lonely streets wasting them away. Shit, I'm no different. I've been out here for years, thinking I could get away from everything just by abandoning it. Even still the past continues to haunt me. Some nights, when the cops didn't kick me out of the bus depot, I'd lie awake and think. I wonder if any of these other kids are running away from something too, giving up their lives and selling their souls to a bleak and meager existence, getting caught up in this swirling storm of drugs, sex, violence, and death...and you know what, it's more than I can count."
Liz.... for the time being she was hungry, so hungry she could eat an entire horse hooves and all, but hearing Mike's words...and the way he spoke, she didn't really have that much of an appetite any more. She set aside her half eaten donut, curling her legs up to herself and resting her head on her knees with a sigh. Mike, it was hard to believe how wise he was for a thirty year old, but Liz knew one thing. He wasn't just talking about any other kids...but her as well. She stood up, patting the old man on his brawny shoulder, whispering, "All roads lead somewhere, Mike. Some just aren't as smooth as the others."
Lightly Mike grinned, a soft chuckle, "Heh, I'll drink to that. Well..I would if I didn't run out of booze already."
"I'll snag you a bottle after I score some more cash." Liz replied grabbing her guitar and slinging it over her back. Michael asking, "You headed to the park?"
"Yeah." She nodded. "Oh, forgot to tell you, I um....I met someone today."
"Really now?" Mike said raising an eyebrow. "Who's the lucky lady?" Teasingly he laughed.
Liz rolled her eyes and giggled. She just had to tell Michael that she was into girls, but then again, he was the only person she could be open to about it. It was one of the reasons her foster douche slapped her around and called her shit, one of the reasons she would never return home. "Her name's Jen." Liz said, blushing a bit as she mentioned her name. "And I didn't really meet her, much less bump into her when I was grabbing food. She's really cute, I mean like really cute. I'm kinda hoping I see her again soon."
"Hey, ya never know." Replied Mike with a light shrug of his shoulders. "The city's a big place, but people always manage to stay in touch some way. Well, I guess you better go along, bring the music to the people. I'll be here if you need me."
"Alright." She smiled, giving Mike a short, friendly hug. "See you around, Mike."
"You take care of yourself, kid." He spoke warmly, returning the small but welcoming hug. "And let me know how it goes with Jen."
She laughed as he hollered after her, pulling her hood back over her tousled black hair, walking along the concrete path beside the street.
@LiegeLord @Carlsberg
It had been a while or so since she met Jennifer, or rather bumped into her, when Liz returned to the alleyway, some guy passing by her. She didn't know him, nor had she seen him around this part of the slums much. Kinda looked like your typical gang-banger, but she wasn't one to judge just by appearance alone. Besides, she didn't think a prostitute would be such a welcoming person.
"Heyyy." Michale greeted Liz with a wave. "Bout time kid. I was thinking I was gonna have go looking for you. Run into any trouble?"
"Nah." Liz shook her head, sitting beside Mike, her back propped against the brick wall decorated with years of gang tags and graffiti until it was nothing more than a canvas of abstract art, still pleasing to the eye in some way. "Well, they had donuts, but no coffee, which sucks." She frowned, taking a chocolate donut from the crumpled paper sack to her side and shoving it in her mouth. It was about the only food she's had in a while. "So, a friend of yours?" She said with her mouth full of donut, a few chocolate smears on her lips.
Mike shrugged, "Eh, you could say that. Kid was looking for some help. A friend of his is sick. I told him it was probably the flu, but you know what got me?"
"What?" Liz asked while taking another bite. Mike sighed answering, his tired, gray eyes looking a little misty as he spoke, "All these young kids out here, it's just...sad really. They have their whole lives ahead of them, and yet here they are, out here on these cold and lonely streets wasting them away. Shit, I'm no different. I've been out here for years, thinking I could get away from everything just by abandoning it. Even still the past continues to haunt me. Some nights, when the cops didn't kick me out of the bus depot, I'd lie awake and think. I wonder if any of these other kids are running away from something too, giving up their lives and selling their souls to a bleak and meager existence, getting caught up in this swirling storm of drugs, sex, violence, and death...and you know what, it's more than I can count."
Liz.... for the time being she was hungry, so hungry she could eat an entire horse hooves and all, but hearing Mike's words...and the way he spoke, she didn't really have that much of an appetite any more. She set aside her half eaten donut, curling her legs up to herself and resting her head on her knees with a sigh. Mike, it was hard to believe how wise he was for a thirty year old, but Liz knew one thing. He wasn't just talking about any other kids...but her as well. She stood up, patting the old man on his brawny shoulder, whispering, "All roads lead somewhere, Mike. Some just aren't as smooth as the others."
Lightly Mike grinned, a soft chuckle, "Heh, I'll drink to that. Well..I would if I didn't run out of booze already."
"I'll snag you a bottle after I score some more cash." Liz replied grabbing her guitar and slinging it over her back. Michael asking, "You headed to the park?"
"Yeah." She nodded. "Oh, forgot to tell you, I um....I met someone today."
"Really now?" Mike said raising an eyebrow. "Who's the lucky lady?" Teasingly he laughed.
Liz rolled her eyes and giggled. She just had to tell Michael that she was into girls, but then again, he was the only person she could be open to about it. It was one of the reasons her foster douche slapped her around and called her shit, one of the reasons she would never return home. "Her name's Jen." Liz said, blushing a bit as she mentioned her name. "And I didn't really meet her, much less bump into her when I was grabbing food. She's really cute, I mean like really cute. I'm kinda hoping I see her again soon."
"Hey, ya never know." Replied Mike with a light shrug of his shoulders. "The city's a big place, but people always manage to stay in touch some way. Well, I guess you better go along, bring the music to the people. I'll be here if you need me."
"Alright." She smiled, giving Mike a short, friendly hug. "See you around, Mike."
"You take care of yourself, kid." He spoke warmly, returning the small but welcoming hug. "And let me know how it goes with Jen."
She laughed as he hollered after her, pulling her hood back over her tousled black hair, walking along the concrete path beside the street.
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