•°•°•°•° The Apocalyptic Ending •°•°•°•°

fallingpaw. · Jan 2nd 2013

Delilah gave a bewildered look, she almost laughed. ''Hand you your dagger? Last time you had it curled up in the palm of your hand it flew across the room aiming for my face!'' She felt blood red, as she bent to cuff her knees with her hands. Her hair fanned out around her and lifted from her neck to wrap around her face as she held in a laugh. BUT she stood up and covered her face with her hands, the hair flayed on her face, slowly draping off. She grabbed his dagger, and handed it to him though reluctantly, she knew by the look in his eyes he had a good idea in mind. She sat down, her heart beating fast as he face flushed back o the plain pale. As she breahed though a circular mouth. And she sat down, crossing her legs and setting her palms on her knees, pulling back and forth. . .

shadowwolf13 · Jan 2nd 2013

Ivy watched him and sighed. She went back to investigating the wound.

((Btw, she isn't jabbing it with her finger. She is investigating it, and looking at it. O.o))

fallingpaw. · Jan 2nd 2013

(( XD Ik we all see it that way, just when you read 'She was poking the wound' the fisrt thing that pops into your mind is what it says. Now Ik what you meant just you get the sudden thought you're like HAHA then it gets SERIOUS! *game face* o3o... So yeah, but if you said something like, 'She slowly investigated the puncture wouds dabbing to the side of it, and examining it closely trying my hardest not to hurt him, I'd be like 'o3o...' and see that but you know ))

Delilah sat like a derp...

Darkshadows444 · Jan 2nd 2013

((haha ^^))

Louis looked at his leg. Do I have the strength to do this myself? He wondered, biting the inside of his lip cautiously. He took the sharpest edge and rested it just barely above the wound, wondering if it was a good idea after all. His eyes flashed and harded, but just for a second, he had shown his fear. What would happen if he cut it off? There wasn't much damaged skin, but he would still bleed more. A lot more.

shadowwolf13 · Jan 3rd 2013

Yeah i guess you're right. :P))

Ivy watched him and shook her head. She stood and all but ran from the room, her hand running nervously through her hair.

Darkshadows444 · Jan 4th 2013

Louis stared after Ivy for a long moment before pressing the blade into his leg. He let out a small gasp of pain, and his hand began to shake slightly as he started to cut off the infected flesh. Blood splattered on the floor in large crimson puddles, making his face go pale.

shadowwolf13 · Jan 4th 2013

She paced in the house and finally stopped in the kitchen. She looked around and sat at the table.

Darkshadows444 · Jan 4th 2013

Louis bit into the soft flesh of his mouth as he proceded to remove the thin layer of effected flesh at the top. At the bottom it was obvious that it would be much harder. Sweat poured off him as his blood pooled around his boots, his breath coming in shuddering gasps. His hand was slick with the viscious liquid that steadily poured out of the wound. He took a deep breath that sounded more like a sharp intake of air, and plundged back down, sawing at the deeper inflictions.

shadowwolf13 · Jan 6th 2013

She stared at the cabinets trying to ignore what was happening in the next room.

Darkshadows444 · Jan 6th 2013

He groaned in pain as he continued to saw deeper into the abused flesh on his leg. Black spots appeared in his vision and nearly made him drop the knife. But the next moment he was aware of, the infected flesh fell away and dropped onto the floor. The dagger clattered after it and struggled to remain concious. Bandage.... He thought, a weak moan spilling out of his lips. His body shuttered in great convulsing waves.

fallingpaw. · Jan 6th 2013

Delilah winced, she ran to go get wrapping for his leg as she saw the blood pour from his wound. . .

(( ))

Darkshadows444 · Jan 6th 2013

Louis's breath came in raspy pants, throat raw from holding back any noise that may sound degrading. His palms were bleeding as well, having cut into them with his fingernails in an attempt to hold back the pain. He had to urge himself not to look down, to look at the wound, for he knew he would see his life-blood pouring out of him and simply puddling on the floor. So much blood...

fallingpaw. · Jan 6th 2013

(( Lol zombify or blood loss, whats the worst way to die?? o3o ))

Delilah got to the bathroom, and pryed open the bathroom closet and got the linen wrapping. Taking it she grabbed a power, and a rag. Runnign back she got down on her knees and warily, pressed the rag aginst his wound and stried to stop the bleeding. Wrapping the linen on it, she avoided his groans, and starlted growls of pain. She quickly wrapped it tightly on his wound, then wrapped it as tight as she could above the wound to stop most of the blood circulation in his leg. . .

Darkshadows444 · Jan 7th 2013

He let out a low hiss and stilled, allowing her to work. His head spun and his vision blurred from bloodloss. Images swam, and everything looked doubled. Or was it tripled?

(In my opinion zombification would be worse xD)

Mintberry · Jan 7th 2013

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My form:

Name: Freya (Fray) Smith
Age: 19
Appearance: Freya is a slender, short girl with dark red natural hair that goes down to her waist when let loose. She usually wears it up in a braid-bun or some sort of simple hairdo, so it stays out of her way. Her skin is flawless except for a couple of freckles on her nose, and her eyes are a dark but violent green-gray. She's about 5'4" in height, a little short for her age, and about 110 pounds. Her cheeks can be found a light pink when she's embarrassed, angry, or even just worn out from running. Freya's lips are delicate, thin, and dark pink, and her curly hair tangles like vines around her throat and cheeks.
Supplies: Freya's favorite weapons are a short silver dagger given to her by her father before he died. Her other weapon that she will occasionally use (when her dagger isn't convenient) is her shield, for defense. Her ring, bound by an endless curse, will spring out and into a deadly shield.
She's fled her home with little more than a canteen (more like a metal water bottle) halfway filled with orange juice, a bag of trail mix and two bars of Quaker's Peanut Butter- Chocolate Chip Granola bars. Along with some bits of beef jerky, a flashlight, a stuffless pillow and ratty blanket and her weapons, it's all she has. Oh, and a map of her town (which she's already memorized) and her nearly dead cell phone.
Past: Freya's family has had a violent past. Her eyes reflect all the pain she's gone through since her father's death...

Once, a long time ago, they were a happy family. They used to celebrate Christmas with the folks and have yearly family reunions. Picnics, trips to the beach, salon dates with her sister and mother...

It all ended when her father was mysteriously slayed in the middle of the night by an anonymous assassin. There were no traces of fight- only a small, barely noticeable bruise forming on his temple. Freya, her sister Dee, and their mother, Anne, drifted apart after his death, and things grew worse with their family and friends. Dee's boyfriend left her, as did Freya's. Her cousins stopped talking. Even the cat was silent.

A cloak of misery and silence had separated them... and what was Freya to do but watch helplessly as her family was destroyed...? She couldn't bear to see the pain and misery take over, and she left one stormy night, the night of her birthday- December 14. She never returned since, and vows not to for a long, long time.
Other: No.

OOC: Hello! It's a little late to join, but yeah.

IC:

Freya skittered down the streets, her ratty backpack clinging to her back like a second skin, slime and mud and sewer water dripping down her hair and face. Pebbles scattered in her wake, and her shoelaces, now mere strands of string, flapped uselessly around her worn Converse. Her glasses and windbreaker were long gone. It was dead dark, and dead silent. The snow was almost blinding to her eyes. What was she to do? She'd been on the run for more than a month... and she wouldn't last much longer.

Darkshadows444 · Jan 7th 2013

OOC: Hello! It's ok, I'm sure you'll be accepted haha so don't wory bout that.

IC: Louis pulled away from Delilah as soon as she had finished, only to suddenly feel the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. In his weakened state, he just barely managed to turn and look out the window. Among the heavy curtain of swiftly falling snow, he was supprised to make out a lone figure trudging down the road. He broke the room's silence relucantly with a soft whisper, "Someone's out there."

Mintberry · Jan 7th 2013

OOC: Thank you! Should I just start RP'ing? Bump.

Darkshadows444 · Jan 7th 2013

OOC: haha you're welcome. :) And yeah, sure, of course you can.

Mintberry · Jan 7th 2013

OOC: Cool! Thanks. ^_^

IC:

The biting cold was chilling down to the bone. With each step, Freya sensed more and more weakness and hopelessness settling in her. At last, she found some sort of shelter- it wasn't much, just a hollowed out oak in the middle of nowhere- but better than nothing at all- and slumped against the worn trunk, letting a soft sigh escape her pale, ashen lips. Closing her eyes and feeling all the frost on her lashes, she sunk into a fitful sleep. Her last thought was, I don't know if I'll wake up...

Darkshadows444 · Jan 7th 2013

Louis watched, only to see the figure disappear then. Though dazed, his head thudded with confusion. T-there's someone out there... He thought to himself, turning back around on the cough and trying to keep his head from spinning. His face paled again when he glanced down at the bandage on his leg.