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  • Secrets {pafp}

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    Andrew Lee Black was always a little different, even before his life changed. He hung with a tough crowd, all who kept within their own group and never once attempted to reach out to others. They were considered trouble. It was rare that they ever showed up to class and when they did, this little posse was always causing trouble. There wasn't a day that went by were Andy wasn't threatened to be sent home for his behavior.


    People didn't understand. They never did, all they wanted to do see that rough exterior and judge without knowing what was on the inside. The truth of the matter, that no one understood, was that Andy wasn't completely human. None of his friends were. It came down to the fact that people fear what they don't understand. Instead they always turn a blind eye in its presence. No, Andy wasn't human. He was a werewolf. Something that was suppose to only exist in movies or nightmares, not thrive in real life.


    He had been attacked walking home late one night. The fog hung in the air, ruining his field of vision. Andy had never seen the attack coming, but he sure as hell would never forget it. The wolf had taken him from behind, pinning the teen beneath its power grip. Its fangs had punctured his flesh between his shoulder blade and neck, snapping several bones in the process. The amount of pain had caused Andy to blackout, and when he finally did wake, his whole life had changed.


    x.x


    What happened next would alter the fabric of his very being. Perhaps even threaten his existence. Andy's pack was unaware of his actions, unaware that he had broken the number one rule of their kind. Never reveal yourself to a human.


    It had been an unfortunate accident, Andy had merely been minding his own business when he'd spotted the girl. Her beauty had taken him by surprise, there was just something that was alluring about her that he couldn't quite place. If he had just left, maybe things would be different, but it was too late. He had spotted the rouge wolf stalking her, targeting her like a common piece of prey.


    The urge to defend and protect the girl had become overwhelming. Charging out to defense, Andy had wrestled the beast to the ground, clawing and snapping his way to victory. Sure he had won the fight, fending the beast off, but Andy had taken quite the beating in the process. He remembered picking himself off the gravel, no longer masked by his inner wolf, but human as his gray orbs met the girl's, unwavering. He had whispered the words "I'm sorry" before taking off, praying that he would never see her again. Andy could be killed if anyone knew what he had done as the law had always dictated.


    What Andy didn't realize what that this girl attended his high school.


    x.x


    Surprise, surprise. Andy stalked into class late, ignoring a sharp warning from the teacher. The eighteen year old was fed up with high school. He took his seat in the back, meeting the gaze of a fellow pack member with annoyance blazing deep within the golden hue of his eyes. Wordlessly, he leaned back in his seat and crossed his arms over his chest. He retrieved a notebook from his backpack, beginning to absently doodle on an empty page.


    What had he done? He was as nervous as could be, never seeming to be able to convince himself to relax. How could he? One false move and it was game over. Heaving a heavy hearted sigh, Andy laid his head down on the cool desk. Andy wanted out, he didn't know why he had even bothered to show up today. It would have been less suspicious to remain at home were no one could see him this way. He just had to relax, which at this point was easier said than done.

  • I can't need you {private}

    A smirk lit up his olive tan face as he rolled his eyes, voicelessly speaking his amusement. Bat gave a shrug of his broad shoulders, casting a half-hearted glance behind him. The alley way was lighted only by a single street lamp that didn't give much of an effect in covering the whole place. "I would be more than happy to accompany you wherever you would like to go tonight. But, that's it. Tonight and only tonight." He let a chuckle slid through his lips.


    The flash of the silver switch blade caught Bat's attention before he ever realized what Sugar was doing. There was a moment were his demeanor changed, doing a complete one-eighty before the smallest grin etched its way across his features. "It's a very nice weapon, I've give you that." Bat raised his hands part way in front his chest, signifying his understanding. "Undermine you?" He tested the words aloud, before shaking his head. "I think you're mistaken. I would never undermine you. I simply enjoying testing you. You're the only one who I don't know when it's enough to stop pushing my luck."


    There was a mischievous spark that flashed in his eyes, before vanishing without so much as a trace. His hand wrapped around to the back of his waist, pulling the coal black handgun from behind. Removing the clip and unloading the weapon, he slid the ammunition into the pocket of his jacket. "Perhaps knives are easier, but not always as effective. If you've ever like to learn, I could teach you how to handle one of these."


    Bat extended the unloaded weapon towards Sugar, a friendly gesture to say the very least. The gun seemed weightless in his hand, the handle smooth beneath his grip. He was testing her again. It was true that in the past he had indeed undermined the girl. It wasn't that he was doing it to be arrogant or a bastard, but she fascinated him and he tried on several occasions to find out what exactly made her tick. Never having any luck, Bat supposed old habits truly did die hard.

  • The writing is on the wall & you've read it all before {private}

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    It startled me indeed. So bad, the picture nearly slipped through my grasped fingers. I dropped the image on the bed, knowing about a half of a second later who had just about caused me to have heart attack. Her voice soothed me though, and even though she was clearly upset, I was just glad to have her there with me. I turned without so much as a second thought, wrapping my arms around her in a gesture of comfort. There was so much I wanted to say, but this wasn't time for that.


    I stroked the back of her hair, heaving a heavy sigh. "We'll still see each other. I promise you that. We don't need this lake house to keep us together." My voice sounded distant even to me. I loved this place if I was being honest, I never wanted to image losing it. It was actually happening now and I had no control over the situation.


    Still holding onto Dakota, I drew back slightly to look at her face. I didn't mind that she was crying, I had gotten use to how openly she shared her emotions. But just because I didn't mind, didn't mean that it didn't bother me. I sat back on the edge of the bed, guiding her down to sit beside me. I smiled at her, my mood slowly shifting now that she was here with me. I could never be angry or upset when I was with her, it just wasn't possible.


    "I'm really glad you're here, Dakota." I had spoke without really thinking, but what I said was entirely the truth. Maybe this was my chance, as those who believe in fate might say. That this was suppose to happen. That the loss of the lake house would bring Dakota and I even closer together. One could wish I suppose.


    "Please don't cry, everything's going to be okay." I wish I was better with words, but honestly I was trying. In her presence it always felt like I had to grab onto something or I might float away. It was a good feeling, but I was so afraid of losing it it wasn't funny. I took her hand for a moment, meeting her gaze unwavering for a long moment, trying to convince herself as much as me that this wasn't the end. I wouldn't let it be.

  • Secrets {pafp}

    ooc: I love it, you're doing great! c:


    Andrew hadn't even noticed the arrival of Hazel. He was too busy lost within the own realms of his mind. It was the way that Mr. Hallam had spoken his name that made the wolf-boy's head snap up, irritation clearly sparking the depths of his eyes. A second later he had finally laid eyes on the girl who was literally turning his world upside down. His gray orbs bore into Hazel, but the expression on his face was like Andrew had just been slapped. A storm of emotions was twisted across his olive tan skin and for a moment, he felt like he could be sick.


    Andrew wanted nothing more than to disappear into his seat. It was obvious she recognized him and if he wasn't mistaken, Hazel was afraid of him. Perhaps that wasn't a bad thing, it might make her keep quite for a little while longer. Regardless, he couldn't taken the tension that was building in the room. It made him uncomfortable and he had to force himself not to squirm at his desk. Chancing a sideways glance at the girl, Andrew started piling his belongings into his bag.


    Seconds later, he swung the black bag over one of his shoulders and swiftly rose to his feet. "Sit back down, Mr. Black." Andrew heard the words spoken by Mr. Hallam, but they held no meaning. A figure on the other side of the room rose part way out of his seat as well, glaring at Andrew with a harsh warning look. This figure was Julian, another wolf who held jurisdiction over Andrew. No one seemed to notice the other boy though, all eyes were staring down Andrew.


    Very slowly, he dropped back into his seat, his bag hit the ground with a loud thud. He would pay for this later.

  • cαre тo ploт wιтн вlυe?


    Ah-hem c:
    Now that that's out of the way..:


    I am an advance RP-er, looking for some awesome plot ideas.
    I'm open to just about anything, but for some quick ideas, here is what I enjoy to RP.


    - Romance {bxg or bxb}
    - Fantasy
    - Gangs
    - Bands {Original}
    - Werewolves
    - The Mortal Instruments
    - The Walking Dead
    & ect.


    I will not do these types of things..:
    - Self Harm
    - Abuse
    & ect.


    Please, even if it's not listed above, I'd love to hear all your ideas <3
    Also just to clarify, by my definition of advanced, I require at least a one paragraph response (5 sentences). Even when my muse is at an all time low, I can manage that. My usually responses are anywhere from 3+ paragraphs, just so you're all aware.
    And last, but not least; I cannot stand when someone replies like once and then disappears on me. Just don't do that to me, please.


    Thanks again & much love <3
    xo Blue

  • Pʟᴏᴛᴛɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ѕeмpιтerɴαl﹖

    Hello my little darlings ~


    Sempiternal here <3
    I've been on a rather high RP kick lately and have an extraordinary high muse for the following things ;


    Bands {Punk Rock -- Specifically}
    Romance {BxB or BxG}
    Werewolves
    Gangs
    Apocalyptic
    The Walking Dead
    The Mortal Instruments
    Angel & Demon


    ** Feel free to leave any other suggests -- I just listed a few of the things that came to mind first.
    Thanks so much in advance.


    I just have a few quick things to add;
    Please be advanced in your writing -- I can at least manage three to four paragraphs on extremely low muse. Those one to three sentence replies drive me absolutely insane.
    Also, don't just respond once or twice and vanish off the face of the earth. That is a huge pet peeve of mine c:
    Replies don't have to be immediate. We all have lives, I understand that c; I'm a rather patient individual.


    Thanks again and I look forward to plotting with you <3

  • Leɢιoɴ oғ тнe вlαcĸ [wιp]


    [font=times new roman]// I have fought and with flesh and blood I commanded an army;
    Through it all I have given my heart for a moment of glory.
    I gave it all. //


    Andy Biersack was the Prophet. The leader of The Wild Ones and the Legion of the Black. He was leading this Rebel alliance against F.E.A.R. and was doing everything in his power to dominate in this war. Another day of fighting F.E.A.R. and another day to survive had come and gone without casualty. Regardless, Andy had been in many life threatening situations and yet, it didn't seem to phase the ebony haired man in the slightest. He simply had no fear in the face of death.


    He was a Wild One, a rebel, fighting for freedom against the cruelness and darkness that F.E.A.R. brought. The position of power hadn't gone to his head at all -- he would stand at the front lines with the best of his comrades. But one day things would change, they would be rid of F.E.A.R. and they would be free. Smiling absently at that thought, he made his way over to the center area where several others were awake and going about their daily tasks. The flag of the army stood tall and flapped delicately in the wind. It signaled hope and at a time like this, Andy was eternally grateful for that.


    It was hot. Damnit was it hot. They had stationed themselves out in a barren desert, attempting to conceal themselves from the opposing army. It had worked thus far, but a nagging threat was always present in the back of his mind. One day -- no matter how near or far -- F.E.A.R. would discover the Legion. When and if this ever happened, there was no telling the outcome. Pushing the thought aside the best he could, Andy made his way towards the black tent at the far back of the camp. Upon entrance he instantly caught sight of a map spread across an old and rather worn cedar desk. Various red x's painted the map, identifying locations where previous battles had taken place.


    Heaving a rather melodramatic sigh, Andy stood over the structure, his beautiful blue orbs fluttering over the map as they had done time after time before. It was so frustrating -- there was no set pattern in they way they had attacked and that made F.E.A.R all the more unpredictable. Shutting his eyes, Andy tried to concentrate, but had little luck. He questioned his ability to lead at times and often couldn't help but wonder what the hell he was really doing here.


    Rubbing his temple in something short of frustration, Andy stood hunched over the desk. How were they suppose to continue on this way? Everyday held uncertainty and it was difficult to keep the Rebel alliance motivated without very much progress. His fished clenched at his side momentarily, the blood draining from his hand and flushing his knuckles white. Keep it together! Andy had mastered his facade -- making sure that no one could see the doubt that hung in the depths of his mind. Pushing himself away from the table, he decided it was better to be proactive than wallow in his self doubt.


    Brushing aside the flaps of the tents, Andy maneuvered his way back outside. The sun was in full -- beating down on the camp site with a vicious heat. The Prophet narrowed his eyes, hesitating momentarily until his sight had adjusted. There had been no reports of F.E.A.R yet this afternoon; which in itself was odd. They had retreated from the Legion's counter attack only a few days ago, but it was hard to believe they would just let something like that go without so much as a final word.


    // Who will remember this last goodbye?
    Because it's the end and I'm not afraid to die. //

  • Leɢιoɴ oғ тнe вlαcĸ [wιp]

    Certainly, hun c:


    If you're familiar with Black Veil Brides, it follows the plot based on the Wretched and Divine; The Story of the Wild ones.


    The Rebel army (the Legion) is in an all war against an organization called F.E.A.R. They are fighting for freedom and the greater good of the world. It can be a romance plot, if you'd like, but as I mentioned above it follows the story line of the Wretched and Divine album. Starting at the peak of the war and climaxing at the downfall of the Prophet were he begins to lose everything they have fought for.