CleverFoxI cut my tongue on a lollipop and now my tongue won't stop bleeding
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searching for my Beast
STATUS: To anyone who cares, I will be taking a break from rpg. I don’t know if I am coming back. 7 yrs ago
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To anyone who cares, I will be taking a break from rpg. I don’t know if I am coming back.
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7 yrs ago
Going to a dark place again... Trying to claw my way out is getting harder...
7 yrs ago
I am getting very tired of being blamed for things that are not my fault
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7 yrs ago
When you are so emotional you are close to dropping from every rp you are in just so people won't have to deal with you anymore
8 yrs ago
When a character that meant something to you gets torn down and thrown away like trash... 😢
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@Demonic Angel@FallenTrinity
You guys are awesome. Always make me feel better coming on here and seeing my rp peeps.
You guys are awesome. Always make me feel better coming on here and seeing my rp peeps.
I'm having a bad week and have to work the next three days
*wants hugs*
*wants hugs*
The basic plot would be a group stranded on a seemingly deserted island after a plane crash. While they try to survive they discover the island is not as deserted as it seems and a mystery needs to be solved.
Kinda like Lost but far less confusing. As they move further into the island players will uncover new parts of the mystery and signs of other people having been there before them.
Kinda like Lost but far less confusing. As they move further into the island players will uncover new parts of the mystery and signs of other people having been there before them.
I hope my post made sense. My granny's surgery was today plus I had assignments due and I'm running off of maybe four hours of sleep.
Elsa murmured her understanding. Do what you are told and survive. Wasn't that what prisoners did? Wasn't that what she had done all those years in foster care? People made a big deal about pride, about things they just wouldn't stoop to do, they'd rather die than do certain things.
But pride and sensibilities were worth nothing in the long run. The end game was survival. To wake up each day still alive and able to move. That was what life was about. Survival at any cost.
So Elsa walked. She followed and she remained silent.
During the journey the humans in their group started chatting, some to each other and some to the fae around them, but Elsa stayed mute. She only spoke when she had something of value to say.
The trip wore on her though. The constant travel was tiring. Her feet bled inside her shoes and she began to limp. Still she stayed silent. Enduring pain in silence was what got her through her childhood. Oh it had always angered her foster mother that Elsa developed the ability to take her beatings silently. The quieter she was, the angrier her foster mother would grt. But she always made Elsa screaming the end...
Elsa's fingers worked absently during the trip, moving along invisible keys as she stared into space, her lips moving soundlessly as her favorite songs played through her mind. She longed for music as a parched man longed for water. The only time she cried was at night when no one could see, and she wept for music. Only the most sensitive ears would hear her tears, the slight catches of her breath and the beat of her heart.
The rest of the time she appeared detatched from everything. Elsa was quiet but anyone who studied her would see her eyes taking everything in, analyzing, processing, retaining.
She was going to survive this. And she was going to thrive.
But pride and sensibilities were worth nothing in the long run. The end game was survival. To wake up each day still alive and able to move. That was what life was about. Survival at any cost.
So Elsa walked. She followed and she remained silent.
During the journey the humans in their group started chatting, some to each other and some to the fae around them, but Elsa stayed mute. She only spoke when she had something of value to say.
The trip wore on her though. The constant travel was tiring. Her feet bled inside her shoes and she began to limp. Still she stayed silent. Enduring pain in silence was what got her through her childhood. Oh it had always angered her foster mother that Elsa developed the ability to take her beatings silently. The quieter she was, the angrier her foster mother would grt. But she always made Elsa screaming the end...
Elsa's fingers worked absently during the trip, moving along invisible keys as she stared into space, her lips moving soundlessly as her favorite songs played through her mind. She longed for music as a parched man longed for water. The only time she cried was at night when no one could see, and she wept for music. Only the most sensitive ears would hear her tears, the slight catches of her breath and the beat of her heart.
The rest of the time she appeared detatched from everything. Elsa was quiet but anyone who studied her would see her eyes taking everything in, analyzing, processing, retaining.
She was going to survive this. And she was going to thrive.
Worked by today but will have a post up tonight
Oh my gosh guys I'm at work right now and they gave Ginger, our baby Walrus, snow to play with and she is LOVING it!! She's already so big and she's only 3 and a half months old!!
Elsa swallowed hard. So it seemed she would be serving the... Fall Court? From the little information she could gather from the bits of conversation between the fae she concluded her new place was better than she could have hoped for. And if the jealous looks she received were any indication she was envied her position by others, even a few of the fae.
She could only pray they had a piano. Otherwise she was screwed. Unless they considered singing music and even then her true talent lay in the ivory keys. In this area she was fully confident she could at the very least satisfy them.
The King vanished and Elsa let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. It was as if a great tension in the air had suddenly lessened, allowing everyone to relax a little more. Elsa sincerely hoped she could avoid catching the King's notice. Even if he was sinfully attractive...
She shook her head sharply, knocking the foolish thoughts away. Since when had she cared about such things? Never.
You'd have to be dead not to notice and feel attracted to the otherworldly beauty of the fae, but Elsa prided herself on being very practical. She was not a romantic and didn't believe in love.
Clearing her throat slightly, she looked at the wolf-man. Hesitating only briefly, she approached him carefully.
"What should I do?" Elsa asked. "I'm not certain how things work in this world. You seem to be of high rank. What is the best way to keep my head attached to my body?"
She could only pray they had a piano. Otherwise she was screwed. Unless they considered singing music and even then her true talent lay in the ivory keys. In this area she was fully confident she could at the very least satisfy them.
The King vanished and Elsa let out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. It was as if a great tension in the air had suddenly lessened, allowing everyone to relax a little more. Elsa sincerely hoped she could avoid catching the King's notice. Even if he was sinfully attractive...
She shook her head sharply, knocking the foolish thoughts away. Since when had she cared about such things? Never.
You'd have to be dead not to notice and feel attracted to the otherworldly beauty of the fae, but Elsa prided herself on being very practical. She was not a romantic and didn't believe in love.
Clearing her throat slightly, she looked at the wolf-man. Hesitating only briefly, she approached him carefully.
"What should I do?" Elsa asked. "I'm not certain how things work in this world. You seem to be of high rank. What is the best way to keep my head attached to my body?"
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