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Opening the last heavy oaken door to the freedom of night was the last effort he took as he slowed his pace, tasting the sweet promise of oblivion on his tongue and leisurely savoring the last cold sting of the harsh wind that he would ever feel as we slowly made his way to the edge of his prison. This broken heart would be mended, this wretched body sacrificed for peace and his soul would finally be free of torment... if he just took one last step forward.
He was broken long ago... it was the time he shattered his mortal shell upon the cold concrete bellow and ascended to heaven, along with the only confident he ever had, the German shepherd long having succumbed to old age and leaving him without a true companion in a world of sharks and vipers. Feeling bitter, sad and angry tears sting his pale eyes, he forcefully rubbed at them with his gloved hands and looked up at the sky, where the moon shone bright... as if approving of his choice and granting one last smile.
Below the passerby were like puny ants, headless of the wretched state of life and of his pain, only caring for the present and their own enjoyment... so clueless... so cruel... Glaring down at them, he thought for a moment of their reaction for his long, silent and blissful fall to his death.
They would probably enjoy it as they did his pain-filled performance, hungry vultures that they were.
Grasping the cold railing separating him from the ground hundreds of feet bellow, Julien was about to hoist himself headfirst into the unknown when a great crash startled him, making him turn around, incensed that his last, one true wish was broken and ready to strike down the heartless bastard who dared take his perfect death away from him only to stop and stare at the man before him, his pale skin shining like the moon upon his midnight black hair.
“Leave me be, whoever you are, I wish to be alone.”
There, maybe the night could be salvaged if the other got the decency to leave quietly...
He was broken long ago... it was the time he shattered his mortal shell upon the cold concrete bellow and ascended to heaven, along with the only confident he ever had, the German shepherd long having succumbed to old age and leaving him without a true companion in a world of sharks and vipers. Feeling bitter, sad and angry tears sting his pale eyes, he forcefully rubbed at them with his gloved hands and looked up at the sky, where the moon shone bright... as if approving of his choice and granting one last smile.
Below the passerby were like puny ants, headless of the wretched state of life and of his pain, only caring for the present and their own enjoyment... so clueless... so cruel... Glaring down at them, he thought for a moment of their reaction for his long, silent and blissful fall to his death.
They would probably enjoy it as they did his pain-filled performance, hungry vultures that they were.
Grasping the cold railing separating him from the ground hundreds of feet bellow, Julien was about to hoist himself headfirst into the unknown when a great crash startled him, making him turn around, incensed that his last, one true wish was broken and ready to strike down the heartless bastard who dared take his perfect death away from him only to stop and stare at the man before him, his pale skin shining like the moon upon his midnight black hair.
“Leave me be, whoever you are, I wish to be alone.”
There, maybe the night could be salvaged if the other got the decency to leave quietly...
Thank you, I love yours, too! And that piano arrangement is great as well.
Here is the OOC: Click Here!
Your journey will be full of death and tragedies of your own making, like devil spawn, and will start upon your fourteenth year of life... you may as well enjoy it!
You find yourself alone, a mere teenager of fourteen in a somber hall of faint gaslight and heavily curtained windows on the outskirts of the great New York city on a November night. Despite the chill outside you are not cold, however, but are in fact nearly sweltering under the heavy heat emanating from not one but two fireplaces, each on separate ends of the room.
Tonight you were sent to the Saint-Vincent Rehabilitation Center for Disturbed Youths, or the Saint-Vincent Academy, or some would say Asylum, for short. Tonight on this cold night of the year nineteen hundred and three find you disoriented, and no doubt angry of your family's betrayal, but fear not, you will have your vengeance before this four year pension of yours is out.
You see, you are soon to discover that you will fit right in in this campus, for you see, Headmaster Lucius Mortensen do not seek a cure for you, no, he merely wished for his protege to hide their dark nature under the light and partake in their desires when the sun is out. For you see, this place is neither a prison or an hospital, it is a breeding ground for evil.
So when the calls for corruption and death reaches you, you would do well to heed it and run into it's dark embrace, for only a true killer will thrive here... only a psychopath will find a home in these halls.
As you finish your inspection of the room you were forced into, your disturbed mind focuses upon a previously unseen book with an expensive fountain pen upon it's spine. Opened to a nearly blank page, you can see on the heavy and no doubt expensive vellum the following words, urging you to add your own essence to their being, their crimson color alluring in a way you never experienced before.
ADHERANCE OF THE SUPPLICANT
Name:
Gender:
Guardian:
Physical Description:
Mental Description:
Illnesses of the Mind:
Illnesses of the Body:
Prior History:
Likes:
Dislikes:
Goal:
Dream:
Primary Sin:
Darkest Desire:
Do you wish for darkness upon the world?
You will be courteous and peaceful in the OOC.
You will do your best to make good posts in both structure and contents.
You will abide by the ToS.
You will provide ideas and suggestions when you have them, and not hold them up in fear of making me upset or such other nonsense.
You will enjoy yourself!
This will be a place for important announcements.
Jeffrey Tarson, played by GrandDM2
Riley Harrison, played by LetsFly
Akemi Hirukawa, played by Mizuho
McKenzie Freeman, played by flightless-angel-castiel.
Excellent! With this many interested I can start the OOC!
I may be interested, what is the plot you thought of?
Here it is, tell me if I should add anything ^-^!
Those paper sheets, full of agonizing melodies, were cursed.
Julien knew that well, for it was his own bitterness and agony that screamed for him to take his own life that stared at him on that cold November night as he got ready for his concert... his last performance. He had passed a decade of his life composing those dreadful melodies, and as they drew more and more acclaim for the public he started to resent... no, loathe them. Tonight he would don his expensive performance tailcoat one last time, tonight he would be free of this farce called life. Tonight, he would see the smirking face of his harpy of an elder sister for the very last time.
His blond hair was expertly and impeccably slicked back with the help of various hair produces, his handsome face was powdered and his shoes shined before he put on his stark white gloves and exited the backstage as he was announced, meaningless applause and polite conversation falling on deaf ears as he walked.
One step, two step... three, four, five... nine, ten steps exactly before he bowed to his audience and gracefully glided the rest of the way to the regal grand piano upon the stage. Caressing the ivory keys with his gloved fingers in a simulacrum of affection, he sat on the upholstered bench and started a simple melody of his own making, growing in complexity as the night progressed and his despair heightened. So great was the rage and pain inside him, for that wretched noise called music and for those fool who forced him to be someone he was not that it transferred into his playing, the melodies getting violent and dark as he improvised, showcasing his pain to blind eyes.
After what seemed like an eternity, it was finally time for him to end his torment. He rose, bowed and left... far away from the stage and the adoration, and up the aged stairs leading to the roof of the opera house he got, his face shifting to it;s true self, bitter and pained and oh so angry... but he would not have to feel anything at all soon, would he? Only peace... finally...
Julien knew that well, for it was his own bitterness and agony that screamed for him to take his own life that stared at him on that cold November night as he got ready for his concert... his last performance. He had passed a decade of his life composing those dreadful melodies, and as they drew more and more acclaim for the public he started to resent... no, loathe them. Tonight he would don his expensive performance tailcoat one last time, tonight he would be free of this farce called life. Tonight, he would see the smirking face of his harpy of an elder sister for the very last time.
His blond hair was expertly and impeccably slicked back with the help of various hair produces, his handsome face was powdered and his shoes shined before he put on his stark white gloves and exited the backstage as he was announced, meaningless applause and polite conversation falling on deaf ears as he walked.
One step, two step... three, four, five... nine, ten steps exactly before he bowed to his audience and gracefully glided the rest of the way to the regal grand piano upon the stage. Caressing the ivory keys with his gloved fingers in a simulacrum of affection, he sat on the upholstered bench and started a simple melody of his own making, growing in complexity as the night progressed and his despair heightened. So great was the rage and pain inside him, for that wretched noise called music and for those fool who forced him to be someone he was not that it transferred into his playing, the melodies getting violent and dark as he improvised, showcasing his pain to blind eyes.
After what seemed like an eternity, it was finally time for him to end his torment. He rose, bowed and left... far away from the stage and the adoration, and up the aged stairs leading to the roof of the opera house he got, his face shifting to it;s true self, bitter and pained and oh so angry... but he would not have to feel anything at all soon, would he? Only peace... finally...
I'll try to work on the first post tonight, then :)!
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