I GO TO SEEK [roleplay] A GREAT PERHAPS

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 18px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 5px; text-transform: uppercase;]MARINA BASSOT[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: white; font-family: calibri; font-size: 10px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -6px;]WONDER WHAT MY MOM & DAD WOULD SAY IF I TOLD THEM THAT I CRY EACH DAY. TIRED ENOUGH TO LIVE SO FAR AWAY. I WISH I WASN'T ALWAYS COLD. I WISH I WASN'T ALWAYS ALONE.[/fancypost]
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    why was everyone staring? Marina looked out at the crowd that filled the majority of her local airport, she had barely made herself appropriate for the amount of eyes wandering her stiff body. she could hardly move because of the judging eyes that scaled her body and the other thirty girls', she had never been so shell shocked. but, on the other hand she had never had so many eyes on her.


    every way she looked a childs eyes gleamed, at her. she didn't deserve their excited glares, she was an infamous assassin known for killing for her master. she had to hold back a snort of repulse, she hated calling the villain who had disrupted her life for his own good her master.


    the flurry of guards and aids that surrounded her were shoving her into the plane that had been called for her by the queen herself, what an honour. she would've preferred to be hunting in the woods with her four brothers, out running them and watching their red, puffy faces interrogate her about her endurance. it's a gift, she would shrug when they asked how she ran so far and fast, though now all she could think about was the uncomfortable seat she sat in.


    another queen in waiting sat beside her with pale skin, long, luscious, red curls that fell to her mid stomach and bright sea green eyes. she was what Marina had wished she could look like, not with dark, untameable frizz called hair and dark eyes, though she did blend into crowds better. the girls flame of hair would be easily detectable in a crowd of people. she wondered what the girls occupation was, she would defiantly not be an assassin. what's so bad about asking, right?


    [b]"what do you do?" Marina asked as politely as she could muster, the high altitude was decreasing her ability to be kind, as well as twisting her stomach every few moments.


    sorry? the girl replied, pulling white earbuds from inside her flaming mane. Marina repeated herself for the girl to properly hear, in a much kinder tone that almost made her vomit. oh, i am commander merandus' daughter, a Flyrokinetic and a born warrior, you? the information poured from the girls tongue and straight into Marina's memory. a flyrokinetic was extremely powerful, able to generate shields around themselves, handy in this kind of competition. for safe keeping she thought, though she decided to reply to the girl.


    "a commanders daughter, you must be pretty experienced," Marina replied, the girl nodded in response, a proud grip on her thin lips, "well, i am an assassin and an electrokinetic." she explained in a soft voice, it was exceptionally quiet in the plane, unlike in the airport, let alone the slums where she once lived.


    the girl didn't seem happy with Marinas response, a quiet 'oh' and a shy smile before she replaced her earphone and glared out the window. at least she had tried to make a friend, right?


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    WOOO ROLEPLAY THREAD LET'S GET THIS SHOW ON THE ROAD YEWWW
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    plotting thread
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 215px; height: 40px; margin-bottom: -6px; font-size: 7pt; line-height: 140%;][justify][font=arial][color=#aee7f5]while you weren't here, i gained some in age.
    things just went on, and life turned a page.
    while you weren't here, i had to learn to be alone.
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    then it hit her.
    she might not even be coming back home. she could be killed. if she never came back home, who would ever look after her father? her dumb cat wouldn't. her sisters live in america. she would be stuck down in colombia when she should be having fun and exploring. this was good to get away for a while, but she needed to make sure she was alive for the rest of the while. she needed to win.
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    [fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: black; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 18px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 5px; text-transform: uppercase;][b]MARINA BASSOT[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0px; color: white; font-family: calibri; font-size: 10px; line-height: 95%; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 4px; text-transform: uppercase; margin-top: -6px;]WONDER WHAT MY MOM & DAD WOULD SAY IF I TOLD THEM THAT I CRY EACH DAY. TIRED ENOUGH TO LIVE SO FAR AWAY. I WISH I WASN'T ALWAYS COLD. I WISH I WASN'T ALWAYS ALONE.[/fancypost]
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    I calmly walked onto the plane, my dog Blizzard following in my footsteps. The plane was small with only room for a few guests to sit in. I sat down heavily in one of the chairs and propped my feet up. The interior was a rich color of black, maroon and gold, supposedly the queens royal colors. The jet was nicely cushioned, a large flat screen TV propped on the wall for me to watch. Surprisingly i was in no mood to watch any shows.




    The letter from the queen was unexpected and i at first believed it to be a hoax. I was just some assassin trained to kill. Yes i did have the power to manipulate the cold but i didn't see it as a greater advantage. If your heart was as cold as mine you too could have powers. The academy i learned at taught me to feel no pain or emotion. On a mission i was ordered to kill my mother; i killed her with no emotion. She was cruel to me and i was happy she died, until i saw my brothers face streaming with tears. But i was a killer it was in my blood. Now the queen want's me to fight against others. I was up for the challenge. And just like my mother, those in my way will be abolished.




    The private jet exited the runway with not even a single bump. Blizzard crawled onto my lap and stared out at the expanse of blue that greeted you outside the window. I watched as well, sad to see the rolling hills of white disappear from sight. It would be a change to go from chilly days to a much warmer climate. I was used to the large fur parkas and clunky boots. At the castle i would have to learn to wear dresses on a daily basis. To be honest i wore dresses a lot at the Academy. You could hide things well in them. I sighed and opened a bag of frozen grapes. Mine as well get comfortable. This was going to be a long ride.
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    [glow=black,2,300]❝[/glow] [glow=black,2,300]this is my winter song to you.
    the storm is coming soon,
    it rolls in from the sea




    my voice; a beacon in the night.
    my words will be your light,
    to carry you to me.




    they say that things just cannot grow
    beneath the winter snow,
    or so i have been told.




    they say were buried far,
    just like a distant star
    i simply cannot hold.[/glow] [glow=black,2,300]❞[/glow]
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    Shaking off the feelings of abandonment, ones that she had been getting profusely since this whole thing started, Amara plopped herself down on a chair and sighed out. She reminded herself she was doing all of this for her family, for her siblings. The younger ones needed to see their big sister being a hero. They needed to know they could be whatever they wanted to be.


    Bouncing up and down in her seat, Amara bit her lip and felt the pounding of her heart grow stronger. She breathed out a few times and concentrated on looking out of the window to seek comfort. They were already up so high, and the wheels hadn't even lifted off of the ground yet. Yikes. The female fiddled with the seatbelt she was soon to strap herself down with and noted the air conditioner positioned above her head. She could hardly feel the air coming out of it, so Amara placed her palm against it and aimed to manipulate its given energy. A cool blast of fresh air blew out and the African let out a breath of relief.[/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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    The wind caresses her bright red hair, whipping against her rosy cheeks. The sensation is much like biting rain pricking pain against her face. With an agitated sigh, she drops her backpack (packed with more weapons than clothes) and pulls her hair into a tangled braid down her back. Kansas winds tend to stir up more in the mornings, she knows this well from her work on this campus. The weak light of the early sun hits her shoulders as she slings her backpack over her shoulder and takes a heavy step toward the queen’s jet.


    “Welcome to your flight, miss,” the pilot says as she enters. A collection of other girls have already boarded the aircraft and they sit precariously placed far away from each other. Plush carpets cover the floors, and cream wallpaper adorns the sides. Metal tin plates and teacups sit on top of dark wooden tables nestled against each pair of cream chairs. The pyromaniac barely resists curling her lip at the total and utter pettiness of the whole design. Nonetheless, she slouches in a chair closest to a window and as far away as possible from the other girls.


    The rumble of the plane’s engines beneath her lends to a comfortable purr in her chest. The knowledge that she could easily catch this craft on fire eases her nerves slightly, and she smirks to herself as she settles to watch the world slowly fade away from her sight.


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