SilverWolfAngel

A Slice of Mechanical Life (Private Until Filled)

ARRAN WHITE Shaking her head, totally bewildered, Arran pulled on the hoodie, covering the scars, and folded her shirt so no blood was visible. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and slipped out of the bathroom. Glancing around she noticed Xander had left his table and felt a little stab of guilt, that wasn’t cause of her, was it? But she brushed the thought aside, this world didn’t revolve around her, much as she might wish that was the case, and also if she started feeling guilt, she’d start sliding downhill again, which was something she really needed not to do. Weaving between the tables Arran headed back to her group, they would probably wonder where she had gone, that is if they had stopped listening to that infernal song long enough to think. Kyle would have noticed of course, whether he was listening to the song or not, but Kyle would notice what happened to her, even if a bomb blew up right under his nose. Sure enough when she reached their table Luke was bouncing off the walls, Ben contemplating something, and Kyle was watching her, but at least they had stopped that song. “Are you OK?” Kyle asked softly, “And where did you get that jumper?” Arran sighed, slid into her chair, and covered her face, “It’s nothing I’m just borrowing it. And I’m fine. Really” she added when Kyle glared at her. “Good” he said “Cause I’d hate for you to upset mum.” Arran slouched down in her chair, “Aunt Cass will be fine. I’m fine. Everything’s fine.” “That’s an awful lot of fines for someone with blood on their face.” Kyle stated. Arran just looked at him, sure she’d wiped it all off. “Just here.” He gestured to a spot on his own face and Arran hastily rubbed at that spot on her own. “Actually” Kyle grimaced “You didn’t have any, but that just proved there was blood on you face earlier.” Snarling Arran glared at Kyle, he was far too clever, and that would probably get her in serious trouble one of these days. “So, does that have anything to do with where the jumper came from?” He asked. “Mind your own business.” Arran growled, turning back to the table and asking it as a whole, “Did they deliver that coffee yet?”

A Slice of Mechanical Life (Private Until Filled)

ARRAN WHITE “Ok. Sound good.” Arran smiled. “I’ll meet you there then.” She stripped off her shirt, no point in getting blood on the inside of the hoodie, revealing a camo army singlet, pale skin, and a row of faint white scars down one arm, with one or two an ugly red colour, raised and swollen; only a few days old. Running her finger tenderly across one, Arran looked at the other girl to see her reaction.

A Slice of Mechanical Life (Private Until Filled)

ARRAN WHITE Arran swore softly under her breath, she hadn’t noticed there was anyone else there, to preoccupied with whatever was in her head at that time. Or down her front, Arran thought glancing at the splatters of blood on her ripped shirt. The girl had come out of one of the stalls, the farthest one from Arran. When asked not to tell, Arran had just nodded, really it was none of her business, and if it kept the other girl from mentioning the blood all the better, the fact others would be able to see it was something Arran couldn’t do anything about; until of course the girl offered her hoodie, a nice looking one with …ears? Awesome. But Arran was a little hesitant, why? Why would she be offered a nice hoodie like that just cause she looked awful? But really, did she have much choice? On the one hand she could go out as she was, blood all down her front, if she was lucky no one would notice it; not likely. She could ditch her shirt, or fold it up so the blood wasn’t visible but with nothing to cover her arms, that wasn’t going to happen. And last, but in no way least; she could take up the offer of the hoodie, hiding the blood and her arms all in one go. This all went through her head in a few seconds, and then something else pressed against her thoughts, “If I borrow it, how would you get it back?” Arran couldn’t think that anyone would just give that sort of hoodie away for nothing.

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Also, this is probably a good point to post a disclaimer: I would assume that the title would lead most to believe that this will most likely lead itself to graphic/gory/inhumane actions and decisions. I just want ensure that everyone is aware of that going forward. If there are any sensitive areas we should be aware of/avoid, please let me know, as I am currently going at this with no specific filters in place.

ajeatstoast

Ahh I don't mind gore (much) I just cant stand gory Details. so if they could be avoided or adding a note at the beginning of a post warning of gory details, that would be nice. If not I don't have to be here I guess, if I can't handle it. :) As for my original question; basically if they are given something as a challenge that they can't do whether it's cause they physically can't or because it goes against their morals, or whatever, can they just drop out or do they have to attempt the challenge? Don't worry, I'm lost myself now, so if you understood and have an answer than 'YAY'. If not don't worry I'll figure it out, or find a better way to phrase it. Actually if I knew exactly what I was asking that would be perfect, so yeah long sentence short; don't worry about it. :) Oh and thanks for the explanation for the Ethnicity/Nationality question. stuff like that goes straight over my head otherwise. :) (I have decided I like smiley faces, I think I'm overusing them.)

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Should there be a way to defect? I mean I know you can just not complete the challenge, but is there a way to just sort of say; "Look it was fun and all but I'd rather not do (whatever it is they've been asked to do) I'm just gonna drop out now" And them lose the money. or some thing like that. Just wondering. Or do they just not even bother starting the challenge? Also on another note I am gonna start my CS as soon as I can tomorrow, bed is calling. Edit while I'm thinking about it;

Ethnicity/Nationality:

@ajeatstoast

What does this mean? (Cause I'm an idiot who ditched school, Ok maybe not an idiot, but still)

Supernatural on Adventure

Ummmm……… I hate to say this but I might drop out, not yet, will decide tonight and tell you tomorrow. sorry.

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Count me in, only problem……… I don't wear shoes :)

Sum up your week in roleplaying in just 3 words

Bloody. Time. Zones.

Men vs. Women Race to 1000

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A Slice of Mechanical Life (Private Until Filled)

ARRAN WHITE Gasping Arran focused on her breathing, nothing else, just her breathing, in… hold… out… hold… in… hold… out… When her breathing was back to normal, with just the occasional wheeze, Arran blinked and looked around. The coughing that came after she got herself worked up, or after exerting herself too much; that was normal, normal for her at least. But the blood, …that was new. Grabbing a fistful of toilet paper, Arran wiped up the blood, flushing the bloody paper down the loo. Grimacing she looked in the mirror, really all she wanted to do was lock herself in here and never come out, but the realistic side of her knew that that couldn’t happen. She tried to clean herself up best she could but the blood wasn’t gonna come out of her shirt without soaking it in cold water, something she wasn’t going to do here. She could ditch it of course, her shirt, it wasn’t like she wasn’t wearing anything underneath but her shirt was the only thing she had with long arms, and there was no way she was taking that off. She’d just have to hope no one paid her enough attention to see the splattering of blood across her front. There wasn’t a lot of it, but still enough to possibly attract unwanted attention.