emmyanne

Felo de Se

So like up around Pennsylvania, New York, West Virgina? Aha, cause hey that's rather close! Closest I have ever been to a rp partner that is. And oh my same! I was at school Monday and Thursday of last week for exams and won't be back until at least Thursday! Aha I haven't spent this much time being lazy in years � Amd okay! I will make them a little later :p A landlord sounds good too!

Felo de Se

Holy hell I feel you! I just got home from work and we almost couldn't get out of the driveway! I'm in Atlantic Canada, whereabouts are you? And ugh, that suck :( Lots of bed rest!! Ahaha but I'm good, a little tired. Okay! Sounds good and awesome, if I think of any I will, probably her father and brother eventually.

Against a Blight

I like the title! Ahah I wilk read your post and respond when I get home from work :)

Felo de Se

Aha, well in that case how are you? :p And yeah, that sounds good to me!

Felo de Se

Aspen laughed, the sound wasn't a real laugh. It was breathy and quite and more of a sigh then a laugh. It felt more absurd then ever. But still something inside her was compelled to nod gently. Her hair, of which pieces had fallen out of the elastic that she had used to carelessly pull it back, brushed softly against her face. The feeling reminded her of being drunk, aware but somehow altered. Things that her conscious mind would have deemed immoral seemed like a good idea, perhaps even a great one. So, Aspen nodded. She understood what he was saying, or at least she thought she did. "Yes, I will sign." Her voice was somehow clear and vibrant. She watched with bemusedly as he trailed his bloody claws across the ancient paper. He moved so delicately for such a beast. He was precise with his work, scrawling her name, letting the bloody ink soak into the sheet, forever imprinting itself inside it. There was something so solidifying, so terrifying and Aspen was both scared and excited. Her entire body shook unnoticeable as her eyes watched intently the work being done before her. Without much of a thought she looked up at it's eery, ominous eyes. Her stomach clenched, fear returning to make her eyes bulge and her skin pale. She could feel whatever it was, be it her own stubborn selfishness or something more, slowly drain away from her body until she was left with only antagonizing fear. However, it wasn't so much that she couldn't speak. She opened her mouth, lips quivering and hands shaking. "W-what happens now?"

Felo de Se

Those characters look awesome! I'm working on a post now :) Also, you don't mind ooc chat right? I'm just kinda a chatty Cathy so if you're not one for that just lemme know :p

Felo de Se

Wonderful! sounds like a plan to me :) Also, thanks haha. I really didn't think out well enough why she was summoning a god damn demon! That was a mistake on my part. So I figured just having her think it was a dream would be the best way to clean that up.

Felo de Se

Yeah, that's fine! Are they just gonna be the npc characters that we both kind of control or what? Because I am perfectly capable of doubling or anything else you want to do :) As for whether or not she knows him.. I don't think she should. Maybe he ends up being a one night stand or they meet at an art show or something. Perhaps both? Also, what I think I'm gonna do is have Aspen think that this was all a bad dream?

Felo de Se

Aspen's eyes widened, her lips quivered and she fought the words that she some desperate, harmful part of herself desired so much to say. Her entire body was shaking, or else that's how she felt. The world was on an axil, spinning dangerously around her as she tried to process what was going on. Despite this, her voice came out stronger then before. The words shocked her, but for some reason she couldn't stop the words from pouring out. She had nothing to lose anyways, only her art and her talent. And then when her time was up... well everyone died. "I desire to be acclaimed. I want people to know me, to know my art. Can you do that?" Even after she was finished, in the lingering, buzzing silence that followed, she didn't know why she had said it. "But first... I want time. You must at least give me a few years. Let me relish in my glory." What had come over her? Mentally she was screaming, however her exterior seemed so calm and collected. She was like the ultimate oxymoron. Berserkly calm. Her eyes glistened and the room seemed to dim a shade darker. She stood, patiently, meeting eyes with the beast.

Felo de Se

Aspen's curious eyes burned up at him. She was frightened, terribly frighten to the pits of her stomach and further. Her mind tried to rationalize what was happening, however she couldn't come up with any kind of normal, safe explanation. Instead, she stood quaking as the creature studied her petite hands. Her feet were still rooted to the ground, she wasn't sure if it was just her own paralyzing fear or if it was some other kind of force that kept her so still and so silent. All she wanted to do was scream for help, hoping that her neighbour was home, or some passerby on the streets would hear and worry, however her tongue was stuck to the roof of her mouth. She was limited to standing there, completely engrossed in the horrific being in front of her. His words came out halted and unamused as a single, sharp claw brushed over the thin skin of her wrist. The glinting nail was so sharp she didn't feel it pierce her skin for a few seconds, however then a shooting pain through her arm caused her to hiss and attempt to draw back. His steel grip kept her in place. Aspen wanted nothing more in that moment then to run away, as far and as fast as her agile legs could take her. She watched the monster's face, for she had now decided that this was indeed real and what she was dealing with was indeed a monster of some sorts, calculated what she thought would happen next. "Why did you do that?" Her voice was quiet, she had barely realized that she'd been speaking until the sound echoed through the silent space. "I don't understand... I-I'm scared." She sounded pathetic, it made her wince and scowl and mentally chide herself for being timid and nervous, just like she always was. She hands were shaking, and if it hadn't of been for whatever was keeping her in place she was sure her legs would have been too. "I just want to know what is going on, please tell me." She waited patiently, quietly, her wrist throbbing. She could feel the pulse thudding there, her heart race was fast. Like a war drum, beating faster and faster, louder and louder. "Please."