@Varshanka
Ah my bad, i'm gonna edit my post to correct my mistake.
please tell me you saved all the writing? it was good, just use it for the first day of classes.. please...
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The Lost Soul, The Lonely God, The Weeping Angel
STATUS: Somewhere between Heaven and Hell 4 mos ago
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Bio
So if you've made it this far you have an interest in me and my writing
I'm human.
I prefer cats and dogs over humans. They just don't start drama. Well cats do, but that's just being a cat.
I will never give my Real Name, my Gender and opinions on that will not be revealed.
I've never cared what anyone I write with is. As long as you write in English and well it doesn't matter.
Although there are times when I wish an Alien/Angel/Demon/mutant/Werewolf/Vampire would come to my house and say "We need to talk"
I'm human.
I prefer cats and dogs over humans. They just don't start drama. Well cats do, but that's just being a cat.
I will never give my Real Name, my Gender and opinions on that will not be revealed.
I've never cared what anyone I write with is. As long as you write in English and well it doesn't matter.
Although there are times when I wish an Alien/Angel/Demon/mutant/Werewolf/Vampire would come to my house and say "We need to talk"
Most Recent Posts
please tell me you saved all the writing? it was good, just use it for the first day of classes.. please...
Michael de Shade - Knight of the Veil
Returning to the police department Michael got hailed as a hero. Apparently they had a link into one of the Mafia Families due to the Pizzeria heist. The Abuser in the fourth floor was muscle and he’d flipped for his ass since he’d never responded to the silent buzzer.
Michael was getting a commendation, his picture in the paper (that wouldn’t due at all) and a speech from the myor. They might even drop Detective 3rd Class on him and a raise. The chief was happy as gumshoe and a hooker untiil he say Michael Drop an Envelope with the Secret Service logo on it onto the desk.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” he’d screamed, as Michael explained he’d applied 6 months ago, and it had arrived in the mail yesterday.
It was legit and straight up, granted it came through the Order and a couple dozen pulled strings. But it moved him out of the police line of site. And if anybody did notice him still in town he could just say it was his assignment. At least until they got to old to remember him or the Order moved him again. For now he didn’t HAVE to report to the Secret Service, but he would soon enough. Once the Order decided where he was needed most.
***
Alaina
She spent a number of hours in the hospital bed, bleeding drugs and toxins from her eyes, ear, nose, and pores. And when she wasn’t oozing toxins she was shaking the bed hard enough to leave the floor, and that was without powers involved.
And then there was the stench of the toxins leaving her body. She had enough drugs in her system to kill a dozen mortals. Or a half dozen prophets. Nephilim were hard to kill and immune to drugs and alcohol, but she’d pushed the limit.
And then came the screams. They’d had to move her to the quiet room to stop everyone else but they weren't wordless screams of pain, they were the screams of nightmares and cries of torment.
And then she’d lain in bed like corpse. Medical staff had taken and washed her several times, by the time Michael had arrived at the Headquarters she’d been bathed once, and was on her second round of oozing from her pores.
Taking station at the door he’d watch over her until assigned another task. But for know, she was his problem. Fuck he hoped a prophet got assigned to her soon. Get her fixed up and stabilized.
***
Alaina
Jerking awake Alaina scanned the room her eyes passing over the guy at the door twice before she realized he was standing there.
Staring at him she wondered if he was really there. Sitting up she damned near bared her nakedness before she grabbed the sheet and pulled it around herself.
“Where am I? Who Are you? What Happened? Why’s it so quiet?” She squealed, her pitch climbing the more she asked. “WHY AM I NAKED?!”
@BunniesOfDoom
Returning to the police department Michael got hailed as a hero. Apparently they had a link into one of the Mafia Families due to the Pizzeria heist. The Abuser in the fourth floor was muscle and he’d flipped for his ass since he’d never responded to the silent buzzer.
Michael was getting a commendation, his picture in the paper (that wouldn’t due at all) and a speech from the myor. They might even drop Detective 3rd Class on him and a raise. The chief was happy as gumshoe and a hooker untiil he say Michael Drop an Envelope with the Secret Service logo on it onto the desk.
“WHAT THE FUCK?!” he’d screamed, as Michael explained he’d applied 6 months ago, and it had arrived in the mail yesterday.
It was legit and straight up, granted it came through the Order and a couple dozen pulled strings. But it moved him out of the police line of site. And if anybody did notice him still in town he could just say it was his assignment. At least until they got to old to remember him or the Order moved him again. For now he didn’t HAVE to report to the Secret Service, but he would soon enough. Once the Order decided where he was needed most.
***
Alaina
She spent a number of hours in the hospital bed, bleeding drugs and toxins from her eyes, ear, nose, and pores. And when she wasn’t oozing toxins she was shaking the bed hard enough to leave the floor, and that was without powers involved.
And then there was the stench of the toxins leaving her body. She had enough drugs in her system to kill a dozen mortals. Or a half dozen prophets. Nephilim were hard to kill and immune to drugs and alcohol, but she’d pushed the limit.
And then came the screams. They’d had to move her to the quiet room to stop everyone else but they weren't wordless screams of pain, they were the screams of nightmares and cries of torment.
And then she’d lain in bed like corpse. Medical staff had taken and washed her several times, by the time Michael had arrived at the Headquarters she’d been bathed once, and was on her second round of oozing from her pores.
Taking station at the door he’d watch over her until assigned another task. But for know, she was his problem. Fuck he hoped a prophet got assigned to her soon. Get her fixed up and stabilized.
***
Alaina
Jerking awake Alaina scanned the room her eyes passing over the guy at the door twice before she realized he was standing there.
Staring at him she wondered if he was really there. Sitting up she damned near bared her nakedness before she grabbed the sheet and pulled it around herself.
“Where am I? Who Are you? What Happened? Why’s it so quiet?” She squealed, her pitch climbing the more she asked. “WHY AM I NAKED?!”
@BunniesOfDoom
i don't think students are in yet? unless you have early birds that never went home?
am I allowed to post now, or shall I wait some more? who's left for responding? not sure who's still in the group.
ok? Posts are vanishing? or am I hallucinating?
if you review them a great deal of them are back posts or "Historical biographies" of past events.
SWEET!!!!!! Caroooooline.....
A!W!E!S!O!M!E! S!A!U!C!E!
A!W!E!S!O!M!E! S!A!U!C!E!
when can we start?
FYI I will update my Character's Bio as information is revealed. Sisters name, parents names.. etc..
Tænar Verch Tygath (age 15)
Yuletide
Sitting alone in her room with everyone else away for the Holiday’s, Tænar looked at the one package she’d gotten. Her parents were in the middle of a divorce and neither had time to ‘deal with children or buying things that would be thrown away within a year anyways’.
She wasn’t a child, and she didn’t throw things away without reason. She cherished gifts. But at least her sister had sent her something. She’d sent her sister a RavenClaw cloak. Her sister loved cloaks as much as she loved scarves and shawls.
She hadn’t really expected anything though both of them were at school studying hard, or rather Tænar was studying and her sister was avoiding jail time. A few years ago her sister had started running with the wrong crowd, got involved with a vampire and things went south from there.
Apparently Ystradwel’d gone south as well, straight into the boy’s lap. She’d became a fang banger, and then.. a fanger. After her sister’s transformation her parent’s had lost their collective minds. And now a divorce was on the horizon and in the court’s.
Taking the present to the bed she sat crosslegged on the over spred and carefully opened the rather weird wrapping paper. After the change her sister had gotten kind of creepy and weird, but also kind of cool as well. The Paper was little caskets and tomb stones and the bow was dark red like blood and the lace was black as a Slytherin soul.
Maybe she’d use it for her sisters birthday.. or did she celebrate her death day now? She’d have to ask, maybe it was both?
Lifting off the lid she box she pulled out the cotton material and looked at it. Clutching it to her chest she cried. Her sister had sent her a Scarf from her school! Black and Purple (a shade of blue in her head) it had the logo of her sisters school on it. “Nevermore Academy”
Yuletide
Sitting alone in her room with everyone else away for the Holiday’s, Tænar looked at the one package she’d gotten. Her parents were in the middle of a divorce and neither had time to ‘deal with children or buying things that would be thrown away within a year anyways’.
She wasn’t a child, and she didn’t throw things away without reason. She cherished gifts. But at least her sister had sent her something. She’d sent her sister a RavenClaw cloak. Her sister loved cloaks as much as she loved scarves and shawls.
She hadn’t really expected anything though both of them were at school studying hard, or rather Tænar was studying and her sister was avoiding jail time. A few years ago her sister had started running with the wrong crowd, got involved with a vampire and things went south from there.
Apparently Ystradwel’d gone south as well, straight into the boy’s lap. She’d became a fang banger, and then.. a fanger. After her sister’s transformation her parent’s had lost their collective minds. And now a divorce was on the horizon and in the court’s.
Taking the present to the bed she sat crosslegged on the over spred and carefully opened the rather weird wrapping paper. After the change her sister had gotten kind of creepy and weird, but also kind of cool as well. The Paper was little caskets and tomb stones and the bow was dark red like blood and the lace was black as a Slytherin soul.
Maybe she’d use it for her sisters birthday.. or did she celebrate her death day now? She’d have to ask, maybe it was both?
Lifting off the lid she box she pulled out the cotton material and looked at it. Clutching it to her chest she cried. Her sister had sent her a Scarf from her school! Black and Purple (a shade of blue in her head) it had the logo of her sisters school on it. “Nevermore Academy”
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