Rusalka

Dark Actors

*totally not here because of Moose....totally*

Is it just me or does anyone else get a Scott Pilgrim vibe from the premise? :D. In other words I'mma post a CS for this tomorrow maybe. Reserve me an evil female role!

What do you call a bucket of sea water that cures cancer

Wait was I supposed to laugh? Oh.

Aha hahaha ehehehe ohoohoohoo aha hee hee ho ho hee...hee

Hell is for sale

A good man with a good purpose. I respect him. Also...fuck yeah I would buy Hell! \m/>__<

Descendants Reform School

@KindledBeast

"What do you want?" Evelyn muttered slipping one of her earbuds out to listen, not that she particularly enjoyed having any company and not that she wanted to hear what this guy had to say. The mark on his lip though garnered her attention and she had to wonder how he got such a glaring abrasion, coupling that with the animalistic fury she could feel emanating from him rather faint.

Roman was his name. She guessed that was an okay name. Nothing really exotic or cool about it, but then again Evelyn was just a plain name too, for a very unplain teenager. "Hmph, Roman... Nice name, Scarface." Evelyn mused, a bitter edge to her voice. As for her name, "That depends. If you were to ask my mom, she'd call me little beastie, urchin, or disgrace, and if you were to ask my dad, he'd probably just go on a tirade about how I need to be discarded and disowned, but you may call me Ev. Oh and can you quit staring at me?" That last bit she uttered a tad annoyed. Yeah she was a freak, but so was everyone else here, one big clusterfuck of the abnormal.

Descendants Reform School

@KindledBeast

Evelyn didn't hear him, but she felt his presence, normal at first his overall aura. Yet beneath the flesh and the bone...something lurked, beastly, feral, and dying, clawing at the seams to escape, to be free of its dark imprisonment.

She glanced at the boy, noting of the scar, the first feature of his face that stuck out to her, before giving a curt nod allowing him to sit beside her. Evelyn didn't say anything, let alone make the attempt to give a reply; she just sat there with a cold and distant stare towards nothing, her legs curled up to her breasts with her head resting on her knees, just listening to another song by Slipknot.

Becoming a God

@Zerofighter@KatherinWinter@Framing A Moose

She had hoped she hadn't offended Orion in some way, seeing how quick he was to dismiss himself and return to his motorcycle, but further analysis seemed to show Elysia that it was....something else that had perturbed the boy. As to what, she wasn't so sure of.

"...So I'm to capture a raven. That shouldn't be too difficult, though it isn't the sort of challenge I was expecting in choosing those worthy to usurp the thrones of the divines." Elysia mused with her arms crossed, a bored look to her face aimed at the announcer. A wild goose chase, that was their challenge? What were they? Children? Well...some certainly acted that way.

Confused she was observing the pink haired beauty twirling about so fancifully, so full of glee and good cheer as she danced with the inanimate sundress Elysia recently returned. To be so excited about capturing a wild animal, it was rather queer to the woman, raising an eyebrow puzzled by the spectacle, even more puzzled when Melaina pointed a finger to her proclaiming she was going to aid the girl in this....for lack of a better word, stupid endeavor. And a stop? But where?

"I'm afraid we won't have much time for that, bella." She stated blunt, expression unwavering. "There will be time later for tomfoolery, I'm certain, but for now we will have to focus on the task at hand." Leave it to the dark and brooding goth to be the only voice of reason. Something told Elysia this was going to be an experience without forgetting.

Becoming a God

@KatherinWinter I'm ready to go! :D. Let do dis ting! Just a question what's the first quest gonna be?

Descendants Reform School

@KindledBeast If you're brave enough, be my guest ;3

@Framing A Moose DO IT! :D

Descendants Reform School

Dx Suck post is suck. Didn't know what else to do, so I just sent Evvie off another emo moment. crybaby

<.<............

Descendants Reform School

@Demonic Angel@Framing A Moose@KatherinWinter

Having turned in her paper without another word to the gray bastard, Evelyn couldn't leave the classroom any sooner after classes had let out. A deadly, vengeful glare she cast to the pirate and his bitch of a mistress snidely snickering aside, before pushing past them into the hallway and out the door into the gleaming sunlight of the day. "Tch. Pointless..." She muttered to herself jerking the hood of her jacket over her head to shield her from the damning rays, storming off down the sidewalk. To Hell with this day; she was just gonna skip the rest of these pathetic classes.

Walking along, she slipped in her earbuds, turning the volume up on her music player. The soothing, baritone voice of Corey Taylor filled her ears and soothed her already torn and twisted nerves, a sigh inching past her parted lips as her eyes, once glowing like embers of damnation, now cooled into a demure, dim shade. The sun...as always no warmth felt from it, not even from the jacket wrapped around her. Cold...that is all Evelyn felt, cold and empty, even with the infernal heart of a demon and a dragon beating within her flesh.

Like splinters, tiny slivers of ice piercing her inside each breath that she drew, until she decided to rest beneath the dark shadows of a towering oak in the midst of the school grounds, just closing her eyes and taking in the music. So many thoughts, random ponderings, but one that stuck out the most....is what she had scrawled on the back of her essay, a question, not just for that cantankerous wizard Merlin, but....for all.

"What does it mean to be normal?"