Lemons

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted; there are riots because they look like games from over a decade ago and all the people who've spent an obscene amount of money on high-end rigs go to waste, and they all blame you.

I wish to be bulletproof.

Fight or Flight

@Vesuvius00 Dude...Kal's protective nature and Tori's "screw you I'm the most important" point of view are going to be just absolutely hysterical.

The Breeds

I think I'm going to bow out before this really begins. I have too many RPs, and this is the least developed.

Fight or Flight

"Oh god, oh god, oh god..."

Tori crashed through the undergrowth, gasping in pain. One of her wings hung limp by her side, thick streaks of blooding marring the feathers. Each rapid beat of her heart was accelerating the loss. She breathed hysterically, hyperventilating madly. She didn't know if anybody else had made it out of the facility, but she didn't want to take any chances. She'd always been kept isolated; on the rare occasion she'd seen anybody else like her, it had been a quick, elusive glance of somebody, nothing to react to with anything more than a vain longing for socialization. She stumbled on a rock, dizzied by losing blood through her wing's gaping bullet wound.

When the containment breach had occured, she hadn't been able to contain herself. She'd darted out of her cell, running as fast as she could into the open. The sky had been so bright...

She knew damn well that it had been ill-advised, but she'd been unable to stop herself. She was like a thing possessed, flicking her wings out and taking to the sky that she'd never been able to dwell within. The desire, the need, to take off was overpowering. She'd always been meant to fly, she knew. But not once in her eighteen years had she ever had the opportunity outside of a wind tunnel or tiny indoor room more akin to a cage more than anything. For the brief time that she'd been airborne, it had been like being divine.

Then...Bang! She'd felt an intense, immediate pain in her wing and had plummeted uncontrollably to the forest beneath. She'd not been high enough for any kind of real injury, but she had half a dozen minor scrapes and contusions. She'd pulled her wing in as much as she could, but it still caught painfully on the underbrush around her.

So that was her current situation. From up ahead, she heard a commotion. The sound of a scuffle. Then...silence. She peeked out through some shrubbery, teeth chattering, at the hateful scientists retreating into their hell of a compound. From off to the side, she barely caught the flicker of wings and feathers too big to be a bird. She stood tongue-tied, torn between calling out to the other escapees and remaining silent so as to escape notice. In that instance, her eyes hardened and, grimacing, she pulled in the wing fully, taking back into the forest. Her face was set in an angry snarl. She didn't need them.

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Some time into the trees, she heard something from up ahead. Again. Voices, it sounded like. A long way off. Still bleeding a little despite the pressure she'd applied to the wound, she stumbled into a small clearing and looked around.

Then up.

She swore mightily. EXCESSIVELY. Before her was a massive wall of stone. If she could've flown, she'd be up in a heartbeat. But now...

She swore again, then spat on her hands and rubbed them together. "This," she hissed, "is going to suck."

The Breeds

@Kit DewStein Dragonflies are absolutely terrifying. I plan on some strange developments in Gavin's genetic code.

The Breeds

The latch on his door slid open and a gruff voice echoed from the other side: "Come on, bug boy. Time for some exercise."

Gavin uncoiled himself from where he was sitting on the bed, getting to his feet with some difficulty. He was still a bit weak from the months spent in forced inactivity, and his cheeks and back ached where his insectoid organs connected. Groaning, he slouched to the door, trudging out and seeking support from the walls in the sterile-looking hallway.

Teeth and mandibles clenched in some variety of anxiety, Gavin slunk into the large, expansive dining room, eyeing the food suspiciously. The powerful sensory receptors in his mandibles caused them to twitch, giving his cheeks an odd, stretched. The delicious smells of the food assaulted his mind. His shrunken stomach growled. His wings flickered involuntarily, a dry rustling sound emanating from his back. His expression changed into one similar to horror and revulsion combined, and he looked like he might be sick.

There was another person there. Maybe his age, maybe a bit younger. He didn't quite know what her deal was, but he suspected that there weren't many "normal" people to be found here other than the staff. For the moment, he was going to stay as far away from anybody else as he possibly could. You know what they say; you're not paranoid if there's really someone out to get you.

Riverswell University; Sanctuary and Learning Center for Demi-Gods and Hybrids

@Avanhelsing I love the beauty products.

Let's B!tch. I feel it's a healthy release for our roleplay annoyances 2.0

This is kinda personal thing and doesn't really have any basis in sense, but for some reason I just cannot stand people that only ever join their own RPs, never going into anybody else's. I don't know why, but it drives me nuts.

GAME: Crush A Wish

Granted. In fact, your hair grows extraordinarily straight and upwards. It is truly a phenomena.

I wish to disappear.

@Briza

Tbh that sounds pretty baller.

Anyway, granted. You vanish from all records and memories, and you live the rest of your empty life as a phantom disconnected from the world.

I wish I break past the writers' block consuming me.

n e w - a g e - 2 0 5 0 :: a cyberpunk dystopia

@Briza Rip. Thou shalt be misséd.