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Annabelle had been running for a while now. About an hour. She was moving through the denser part of the forest now, skipping and skidding over protruding tree roots and broken twigs. She knew she was making a lot of noise but she couldn’t bear the forest. She had to escape before it trapped her. She could see the white clearing outside the forest. It was about 500 yards to her right. The bright evening sunlight shone a yellow orange light over the dirt road, once an asphalt road.

She’d never step onto that clearing. No matter how much she hated the forest. The first time she’d have to sneak around these familiar grounds like a thief was about half a year ago. And she’d made her biggest mistake then. She stepped out onto the clearing thinking it was safe.

She moved along parallel to the edge of the forest always keeping a watchful eye on the road for anything that might make her journey short. The wind didn’t rush past her ears and blow against her face as it used to before the world became empty. The tree leaves didn’t smell like rain and freshly cut grass like it used to either. It just didn’t smell. It didn’t have a feel. It was just there. Just another patch of decoration. ‘Did even the trees die?’ She wondered. ‘Is there no one left in this world?’

As though in response to her question she heard a loud bang, or maybe it was a scream. She wasn’t sure. It came from ahead of her, somehow on the road. She stopped running immediately and crouched down to the ground, hiding behind a tree. She peeked around the trunk and searched the road for something that responsible for that sound she just heard.

The first thing she saw was a bright flashing light. It took a while for her eyes to adjust but finally when it did, she realized it was a car. There wasn’t a flashing light. The light had reflected from the metal frame into her eyes. And what looked like an insane girl praying to the sky stood in front of it. Annabelle moved closer and squinted to try to make out the details. There had been people who’d gone insane from either being unable to accept the reality and cope with it or just from plain desire to display their traumatized mentality. She wasn’t sure to what degree this girl’s mind was gone and she wasn’t going to find out.

Staying close to the ground Annabelle moved around the trees keeping her eyes on the girl the whole time. The girl stood absolutely still. ‘Was she really praying to the sky?’ Annabelle wondered.

When she was close enough she realized the girl’s hands weren’t praying for salvation from the sky. It was pointing a blade towards something on the other side of the road.
It was a monster.

The same one that had trapped her here on the road the first time she’d made her mistake.

Annabelle quickly scanned the line of trees behind and around her. There among the trees along the edge two other monsters stumbled and shuffled toward the girl. She was focused toward the first monster. She might not have noticed the other two. The first one wouldn’t move. Actually, it just might not have been able to move for some reason. The ones to focus on were the other two.

“I don’t need to save her,” Annabelle reassured to herself as her heart began to pump harder and threatened to explode out of her. “She shouldn’t have got caught!” Tears blurred her vision and she couldn’t stop the image of her mom holding a gun to the head of a monster flashing in front of her eyes, just the way this girl was pointing a knife now. “Mom…” She cried silently before running toward the girl trying to reach her before the monsters did.

She pulled the axe out of her backpack and aimed to swing at the head of one of them. More would soon follow Annabelle was sure. Somehow they seemed to materialize out of nowhere at the most crucial time.

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The Strangers (skyrim rp)

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oops, I'm sorry I didn't wait for the character to get confirmed Ducky. I couldn't wait to get started so I posted on the IC when I saw it was up.

Doll Master: A Partners RP Interest Check

I changed the clothes, I hope its okay now. Is it okay if I leave the piercings in? I want to make a character which can evolve and develop over time, so I'm making him like this in the beginning.

Doll Master: A Partners RP Interest Check

Dwayne's mother was a fashion designer, she liked to experiment with clothing. And even for those times, there were rebellious people like Aron. Because they were brought up to do whatever they wanted, Aron dressed up differently. It wouldn't be considered normal to wear completely black with dark makeup I think. In period dramas, they were pretty colored up anyway. But if you don't like it still I could change the clothing.

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Annabelle didn't like wearing boyish pants. She liked to be dressed like a lady all the time.

The dirt path twisted out of sight and dissolved into the black body of trunks. The gigantic mushroom of leaves over the forest canopy consumed all the light leaving a rectangular box of pitch black darkness. From so far away it looked amazingly tranquil.

Sometimes the shivering leaves would stop long enough for one's breath to be heard before continuing its whispering, as though indicative of each passing hour like the strikes of a grandfather clock, like bed sheets scratching against the mattress under it when it's time for it to be washed, like the sound of waves brushing against each other slapping against the sand on the shore.

Annabelle didn't want to trace the dirt path into the forest. She didn't like the sound the forest made. It could be heard from the house. She's heard it all her life. She's hated it all her life too.

Dresses weren't suitable to move through the thickness of the forest where the trees grew too close to each other. The branches would tangle up into the hem of her skirt, the loose sleeves of her frock would get caught in the dry, cracking wood, and sometimes she would step on her own frock and fall over. No, she had to wear boy clothes. It was a good thing her brother was as thin as her. His shirt fit her perfectly, and so did the jeans and the boots. But that was to be expected. They were twins after all.

She needed to go to the city, to get more fertilizer for the plants. She needed to get new clothes too; she was getting tired of the two of her's. She also needed another gallon of oil to power the heating system in the greenhouse and for the electricity as winter would be coming soon and she couldn't count of the solar panels to work anymore. She would need to also find a way to carry all this and more the two kilometers to her house from the city.

And she needed to start by stepping into the forest.

"I don't want to go," She whispered, squeezing her eyes shut and clutching the hem of the shirt. "Mom, please don't let them catch me,"

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Name: Annabelle

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance: 5'4" thin and rather pale from constantly being sick these past two years after the explosion happened in the sky. Annabelle is always dressed to impress in a knee-length frock that she mends herself. She wears black stockings to match her dresses and pink Mary Janes to match her hair and neck ribbons. Her hair is always cut in the same short pixie and regularly trimmed. She uses light pink or cream lipstick depending on the time of day and the weather outside. She never lets her clothes get dirty and wears proper aprons and gloves for all the cooking, cleaning or gardening she does. She wears the same clothes only twice in a month.

Current Status: Despite the illness she is active around the house, always cleaning and tidying things up. She never lets dust settle on any book in her father's library and she washes and irons all her mothers clothes every week. She plays her sister's rock music in her mp3 player in the morning when she is making breakfast and cleaning the house. And when she is gardening, she makes sure she is very quite and she pays very close attention to the edge of the forest that's about half a mile away from the gate. She grows the vegetables her grandmother planted five years ago, that her elder brother took care of. She feeds the rabbits the carrots and the hay she makes from the grass. The rabbits can be very silent and easy to breed. These rabbits help her keep her sanity when everything becomes too quite, they keep her distracted and help her feel safe. They also provide nutrition for her when she is tired of all the greens.

Doll Master: A Partners RP Interest Check

Doll Master

Name: Dwayne Anthony

Gender: Male

Appearance: Pale, heart-shaped face with a pointed chin and high cheek bones. Long black hair that just touches his shoulders. His hair is always either fully or partially wet from swimming in whatever clear water body he finds. He tucks hair behind his left ear on which he wears a black earring. He leaves the other empty to maintain a dark feel. He always wears dark clothes and puts eye liner. He has bright blue eyes. He prefers to not wear a coat over whatever he is wearing, even on a cool, breezy day . He is 5'8" but just to appear to be taller so he wears shoes with two inch platform. He custom makes his clothes and gets his hair cut and styled in a salon to always look the exact same even when its wet.

Personality: He likes to think he is the cool, mysterious, silent type. But he is really a child with aggravatingly excessive zeal for what everyone is doing or saying. He gets easily influenced by what people do or say and doesn't have a strict opinion on anything. His older brother, Aron used to fancy himself the slave of devil when he was a teenager and Dwayne tried to copy his look and personality. He is always friendly and cheerful, especially when he is confused about how to react to a certain situation, and he is usually confused about how to react about something. There is nothing that really upsets him. He doesn't easily lose his temper.

He likes cute furry things, especially cats and rabbits but he doesn't harbor any sort of love for anything not human. The beauty is all he appreciates and he won't feel any remorse for anything that dies if it has become ugly first.

Backstory: Dwayne was brought up in an upper class family. His mother and father were liberal minded people who believed in allowing their kids to do whatever they thought was right. Aron, his older brother, adopted several looks and styles during his hormone-driven adolescent life, but the most prevailing look was the last, the dark look and personality, which Dwayne now in his 20s adopts. Aron succeeded his mother in her fashion and retail industry becoming the chairman after she died in an accident with one of the malfunctioning machines. Their father is a wildlife and animal researcher who is hardly home because of his travels all over the world. Dwayne being the youngest was never neglected, always given what he wanted but somehow it didn't produce a spoilt brat.