RainbowReindeer

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Whoooo, I may have partied a bit too hard yesterday. Hooray for same-sex marriage! I'll be posting tonight, sorry for the delay.

Are you back home from Italy?

Olympus Falls

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Dead?

The Spook Club (A Slice-Of-Life/Horror Fusion RP)

Just a check up. Is everyone still participaring in this RP?

@Zoldyck

Yupp

The Jaeger Program Rebooted (3 Spots Open - Apply Now!)

Ditto. Feel free to kill of Valeriya. ^^; Sorry.

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A lot better. Was put in the hospital for a couple of days but I'm recovering. :^) Nothing too serious. (I'm just being a complete lazy butt on RPG right now ayy)

And aw! *gives you a dozen internet hugs* You can do it! Just a couple of weeks left.

Olympus Falls

Olympus Falls

Iris & Poseidon

After given a billion hugs from family members and friends, Iris was finally allowed to sit down and listen. Apparently she had been in a coma, dubbed the 'Dark Day Coma'. She wasn't alone, however, there had been many people around the world who was in the same exact state as she was. Untouchable and asleep, unchanged by time. The media, according to her mother, had directed their focus on the 'awakened'. "Fanciful stories," her mother said. "They should be reporting better things about you guys," she went on.

"I was gone for a year," was all Iris could manage, her eyes unfocused.

Her mother reached over and gently grabbed at Iris's clenched fists. "Just a year, Iris. Nothing has changed."

"Nothing changed?" Iris coldly said, drawing her hands away. She needed no answer to her question. She supplied it herself, in her mind.

Iris knew she was being unreasonable but she couldn't help but act upon her silly emotions. She wanted to be mad, angry, and sad. She couldn't deal with the fact that the others had accepted Rick's death so easily... "But they had an entire year to mourn, stop being so bitchy," her inner voice scolded.

Sighing, she softly mumbled an apology before excusing herself. Iris went back into her room, surprised that it was exactly the way she had left it. A bit messy and cluttered, but entirely welcoming. She threw herself onto her bed, lifeless. The sounds of rain pattering slowly arrived and the murmurs of her mother and several others drifted off. She looked out the window, watching the rain droplets slowly run down.

A month had passed and nothing much changed. Iris was feeling better in some ways. She visited Rick's grave a few times, managing not to cry like a helpless baby. Other than that, she was fine. Except for the fact that she wasn't sleeping or eating. Sleep did not come easily to her. A few minutes of rest here and there, but she never delved into the dream world that was filled with Rick, Rick, and more Rick. Her mother suggested that Iris should see a doctor, maybe get some sleeping pills.

She would refuse and continued to mope around. And as the days passed on, it kept on raining and thundering.

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Iris slouched back into her chair and massaged one lean cheek with great intensity. She felt angrily dissatisfied. There was absolutely nothing to do. A light tap on her shoulder brought her out of her brooding, and she looked up to see her mother shoving a cup of tea into her hands.

"Drink something," her mother said, her lips pursed into a thin line. "It's your favorite - chamomile."

Iris nodded and turned away, sipping away at the hot drink as her mother left. A half hour passed and the cup was empty and on the ground. The rocking chair squeaked as a strong wind passed. A pale hand limply dangled off of the arm rest, no longer clenched into a fist. And finally, the rain and thunder slowly died out. Iris was passed out.

"Finally, you're here." an irritated voice rang out.

"What the fuck."

"Is that all you have to say to me? Really? Have a bit more respect."

"Well, aren't you a charming little thing. Why don't you go find someone else who's willing to respect a vulgar man like you."

A pause.

"Well, I bet you're wondering why you're asleep. You were obviously drugged. Pathetic."

"You're all bark and no bite." And if she could, Iris would've laughed.

"Says you."

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wraghablajre hello! How are you? :^D

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When Finn began to intently study the book, Eli's eyes were watching the other's face. He could see the curiosity that softened the man's rough expression. It was a good look, he instantly decided. Made Finn seem less like a scary criminal and more like someone Eli could be friends with. Finn reverted back to his nonchalant look again, however, sliding the book towards Eli. The priest reached out for it, bringing the book close to his chest. His slim and long fingers ran against the leather bound cover, almost caressing the precious thing.

He paused, averting his eyes once as he mulled over Finn's 'deal'. He taped his fingers on the book, his gaze returning back to Finn. "I'll make sure to pray for your safe passage to heaven," he dryly said, a small but strained smile on his face. He chose to ignore the thought of someone killing Finn and him witnessing it. "Tomorrow then, we can start," Eli said, in a clear, unflurried voice. He shifted in his seat as if he was going to excuse himself and leave the room but...

Maybe he'd like to learn a little more. Eli felt like he was prying but it didn't hurt to try. "Where's your family?" He slowly asked.

Dear Anonymous...

I'm here, I'll start posting again for reals Saturday afternoon because that's when all of my major tests will be over.