Margo wasn't quite sure what to say when he didn't understand her sarcasm. Well, he did actually help her. A lot. If it wasn't for him, she would still be on the ground under that man, scared and terribly vulnerable. How could she have been jumped so easily? It was so quick - he could have killed her. It was all finally starting to sink in. The only thing that kept her from shaking and focusing on what might have happened was the sudden glow coming from her necklace. She looked down at it, hearing Astral say that it was familiar to him. She gave the crystal a questioning look, trying to figure out some rational excuse as to why it was giving off such a brilliant light.
"My dad gave it to me when I was younger." She glanced up from the crystal as he moved away, then gazed back down to see the light fade. "Before he disappeared," she added in a much softer tone. There were so many thoughts zigzagging in her head that she didn't notice her attacker slowly regaining consciousness. What was she to do now? Go home and act like nothing happened? Try to wake up? She didn't know.
"I should start heading home."
MurderVictim
Member
Aw jeez...
-
Last Seen:
0-24 hrs ago
- Old Guild Username: MurderVictim
- Joined: 11 yrs ago
- Posts: 287 (0.07 / day)
- VMs: 7
-
Username history
- MurderVictim 11 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
ChronicleMan,
TokyoPewPew,
Prosaic,
Level_5,
Snowdrops,
BlazingBark,
rabidbacon,
Andreyich,
Lildear18,
Tally Dor
Status
Recent Statuses
1 yr ago
I can't believe Shaggy was William Afton all along
1 yr ago
me, watching the clock slowly tick down to my 30th birthday: send help
4
likes
4 yrs ago
when I was a kid, I called someone a bitch on neopets and that's honestly the most hardcore I've ever been. I peaked there
9
likes
6 yrs ago
Bring the chains
6 yrs ago
Eat him instead.
4
likes
Bio
User has no bio, yet
Most Recent Posts
As soon as she was stable on her feet, Margo straightened her clothes. She dusted off some dirt, and flicked a small pebble out of her hoodie pocket. She looked up at the figure, nodding when she was told his name. She was eager to hear more, and was a little disappointed when there wasn't much else for her to be told. "A great purpose? And you can't remember what it is." Margo sighed, then sarcastically added, "That's very helpful." Her voice wasn't harsh, more soft and tired than anything else. If she could wake up soon, that would be just great.
"Do you know how you got here?" She again looked him up and down, trying to gain some sort of clue as to who and what he really was. Unfortunately, she again had no clue. Her gaze trailed down to her necklace, which was now above her clothes and laying comfortably against her chest. She lifted a hand, and for the first time in several years, ran a gentle finger over the crystal shard. She had been wearing it for so long, that it now felt like a part of her. Nothing more, nothing less. Oddly enough, it felt warm to the touch. Unnaturally warm compared to its normally cool texture.
"Do you know how you got here?" She again looked him up and down, trying to gain some sort of clue as to who and what he really was. Unfortunately, she again had no clue. Her gaze trailed down to her necklace, which was now above her clothes and laying comfortably against her chest. She lifted a hand, and for the first time in several years, ran a gentle finger over the crystal shard. She had been wearing it for so long, that it now felt like a part of her. Nothing more, nothing less. Oddly enough, it felt warm to the touch. Unnaturally warm compared to its normally cool texture.
Margo didn't quite know what to think. One moment, she was being forced to the ground and threatened to stay quiet, next she was just laying there with her attacker yards away, unconscious. She had felt a flash of heat, as though her whole body was burning, saw the bright light, and had heard the high wind. Now, everything was at peace, again. She could once again hear the heavy chirps of countless crickets, and the far off barks of a dog somewhere nearby. Slowly blinking, she sat up just enough to get a decent look at the figure who had so mysteriously appeared. Her savior, she presumed.
At his words, she hesitated. She eyed his hand, at first unwilling to take it for fear that it was a trick. But, something told her to trust him, at least enough to let him help her up. Nodding, as though to ease her nerves, she took his hand with hers. Her hand shook a bit, fingers trembling as they wrapped around his hand, and her legs buckled just a little as she stood. "Who are you?" She looked the figure up and down, trying to figure out what he was. For all she knew, this was a hallucination - her mind's way of coping with the attack. Or some kind of nightmare. With any luck, she'd soon wake up in her bed.
At his words, she hesitated. She eyed his hand, at first unwilling to take it for fear that it was a trick. But, something told her to trust him, at least enough to let him help her up. Nodding, as though to ease her nerves, she took his hand with hers. Her hand shook a bit, fingers trembling as they wrapped around his hand, and her legs buckled just a little as she stood. "Who are you?" She looked the figure up and down, trying to figure out what he was. For all she knew, this was a hallucination - her mind's way of coping with the attack. Or some kind of nightmare. With any luck, she'd soon wake up in her bed.
Take all the time you need :)
Margo really shouldn't have been out that late. She was so tired from work that day; being on her feet for so long, serving food and drinks to people left and right, was more than enough to tire her out. She was off the next couple of days, and her body was telling her that she really needed to rest. But, the fresh air felt so nice. Being in casual, comfortable clothes was a great luxury compared to the scratchy uniform she had to wear. Taking some time to herself, away from noisy people, their kids and their wants and complaints, was more than enough reason for her to stay out.
She shoved her hands in her hoodie pockets, listening to her baggy clothes move with each step she took. Her right sneaker was loose, probably close to coming untied, yet she ignored it, enjoying the quiet time to herself too much to stop just to tie her shoe. As she walked, she stretched her back and looked up at the stars, taking in another breath of glorious, cool air. She thought back to her apartment, which was a few blocks behind her, and wondered if she had remembered to lock the door. The key was in her pocket, so at least she had that. It was just a dinky, one bedroom apartment. A place she rushed to get into, no longer able to live with her mother, and grateful for her stingy spending and eager saving. She got the cheapest around and in the only building she could afford - who in their right mind would actually think that was a good place to rob?
After spending a few moments watching for traffic, then crossing the street, Margo began to realize just how much she needed to tie her sneaker. It was slipping off her heel with each step, and the laces were a damn tripping hazard. Sighing, she bent down to one knee, letting her hood fall from her head. The necklace around her neck fell from beneath her shirt, dangling in her face before it was unceremoniously shoved back into hiding. Once her shoe was on good and tight, Margo started to get back to her feet, when a sudden, heavy mass collided into her side. She felt hands grab her, nails digging into her skin, and drag her into the nearest alley.
She felt hot breath on her neck as she was forced to the very back of the alley, where the chances of being seen were even lower than the chances of someone actually walking by that alley that late. Her attacker's hand was clamped over her mouth, and a commanding hiss for her to stay quiet followed. She sucked in ragged, panicked breaths through her nostrils, unable to fight as she was pulled to the ground by her hair and pinned down on her back. There came a pressure against her neck, too low for her to risk looking down. Perhaps it was a knife, maybe a gun. She didn't know, and didn't want to know as she took the silent warning to keep quiet. Or else
'Oh God, please don't hurt me,' she desperately thought.
The man let out a chuckle, as though he had read her thoughts.
She shoved her hands in her hoodie pockets, listening to her baggy clothes move with each step she took. Her right sneaker was loose, probably close to coming untied, yet she ignored it, enjoying the quiet time to herself too much to stop just to tie her shoe. As she walked, she stretched her back and looked up at the stars, taking in another breath of glorious, cool air. She thought back to her apartment, which was a few blocks behind her, and wondered if she had remembered to lock the door. The key was in her pocket, so at least she had that. It was just a dinky, one bedroom apartment. A place she rushed to get into, no longer able to live with her mother, and grateful for her stingy spending and eager saving. She got the cheapest around and in the only building she could afford - who in their right mind would actually think that was a good place to rob?
After spending a few moments watching for traffic, then crossing the street, Margo began to realize just how much she needed to tie her sneaker. It was slipping off her heel with each step, and the laces were a damn tripping hazard. Sighing, she bent down to one knee, letting her hood fall from her head. The necklace around her neck fell from beneath her shirt, dangling in her face before it was unceremoniously shoved back into hiding. Once her shoe was on good and tight, Margo started to get back to her feet, when a sudden, heavy mass collided into her side. She felt hands grab her, nails digging into her skin, and drag her into the nearest alley.
She felt hot breath on her neck as she was forced to the very back of the alley, where the chances of being seen were even lower than the chances of someone actually walking by that alley that late. Her attacker's hand was clamped over her mouth, and a commanding hiss for her to stay quiet followed. She sucked in ragged, panicked breaths through her nostrils, unable to fight as she was pulled to the ground by her hair and pinned down on her back. There came a pressure against her neck, too low for her to risk looking down. Perhaps it was a knife, maybe a gun. She didn't know, and didn't want to know as she took the silent warning to keep quiet. Or else
'Oh God, please don't hurt me,' she desperately thought.
The man let out a chuckle, as though he had read her thoughts.
Name: Margo Emerson
Age: Nineteen
Appearance: Margo stands at an average height of 5'4, with a fairly slender frame. Her hair is black, cut short at her shoulders and ending with a slight curl; eyes are a dark brown; and light freckles cover the bridge of her nose. Her typical outfits consist of very comfortable clothes - worn out jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers.
(I can never find good enough pics for my characters, haha.)
Age: Nineteen
Appearance: Margo stands at an average height of 5'4, with a fairly slender frame. Her hair is black, cut short at her shoulders and ending with a slight curl; eyes are a dark brown; and light freckles cover the bridge of her nose. Her typical outfits consist of very comfortable clothes - worn out jeans, t-shirts, and sneakers.
(I can never find good enough pics for my characters, haha.)
Awesome! :D
Hmm...Maybe to when she's trying to teach him how to fly? Hilariousness ensues.
Hmm...Maybe to when she's trying to teach him how to fly? Hilariousness ensues.
I'll have to post my CS and intro tomorrow, sorry. I thought I could get something done after I got off of work, but that's just not happening. xD
Sounds good! :D
Should we go to a couple years later, to show growth and bonding, or go directly to their real RP ages?
Should we go to a couple years later, to show growth and bonding, or go directly to their real RP ages?
Grace again couldn't help but smile at the little reptile's antics. She was very aware of what young animal behavior consisted of, having been around many of them in her lifetime thanks to living on a small farm, but she couldn't quite recall seeing any other animal who acted like him. Well, she hadn't exactly been around any other dragons. Or any other supposedly mythical creature. So there was no other example to compare him to, other than puppies, but even that seemed a little off. In thought, she scratched the back of her head, momentarily forgetting the dragon.
His loud, crying squeaks brought her back to the problem at hand. She looked down at him, only taking a few seconds to realize just what was needed. Food. That bug he had roasted last night would hold him off for only so long. But what was there to feed him? What was safe to feed him?
"Okay, okay. I hear you." She threw back the covers and stood. Caught between leaving him there and bringing him with her, she quickly figured that bringing him with her would be better than leaving him alone. Bending down, she carefully picked him up, doing her best to support him as she carried him out of the door.
There was bound to be leftover food in the fridge. Meatloaf, maybe even chicken. She'd go for the meatloaf first - no bones made it easier to deal with. Once she was in the kitchen, she looked around to be sure that it was safe, then set him down. "Stay there," she said a little more firmly than she meant. Hoping that he would listen, she turned to open the fridge, beginning to dig through it for something suitable for the baby dragon.
His loud, crying squeaks brought her back to the problem at hand. She looked down at him, only taking a few seconds to realize just what was needed. Food. That bug he had roasted last night would hold him off for only so long. But what was there to feed him? What was safe to feed him?
"Okay, okay. I hear you." She threw back the covers and stood. Caught between leaving him there and bringing him with her, she quickly figured that bringing him with her would be better than leaving him alone. Bending down, she carefully picked him up, doing her best to support him as she carried him out of the door.
There was bound to be leftover food in the fridge. Meatloaf, maybe even chicken. She'd go for the meatloaf first - no bones made it easier to deal with. Once she was in the kitchen, she looked around to be sure that it was safe, then set him down. "Stay there," she said a little more firmly than she meant. Hoping that he would listen, she turned to open the fridge, beginning to dig through it for something suitable for the baby dragon.
© 2007-2024