Posts by MelanieMedicine

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  • The Rebelium;; RP Thread


    Misha


    Misha slowly resurfaced to the waking world and rolled over under the blankets to look at the clock. 4 p.m. She'd slept for about an hour. At least the cramps didn't last all day this month, she noted. Throwing off the covers, she walked to the mirror that stood next to her closet. Her hair had mostly fallen out of the bun she had it in this morning, and was now quite frazzled from sleeping. In addition, she still wore the sweatpants and rib top she wore in her attempt at a lazy day. Morana's blood still covered the front of the shirt, and now the pants had a stain of their own. It was time to change. She would clean the blood out of the clothes later.
    After changing and brushing out her hair, which she left down this time, she quietly padded her way down the hall in search of her friends. She turned a corner and saw Charity help a limping Noah through the door of the sparring room. Hm. Must not have been a very serious wound. Good to see he's recovering quickly. And so she followed them, intending to ask him what the damage had been, but all thoughts of this fled her mind when her eyes landed on Link standing just inside the doorway. Misha froze in her tracks. She had been the one to sedate him. He was not going to be happy. This was bad, very bad. Where was Morana? She did not want to have to face Link alone-- and then she spotted her, looking thoroughly put out, confused, and more than a touch worried.
    What in the world have I walked into?

  • “Ιτ ςταrτεd Wιτh α Whιςρεr”-Sign Up Thread! Semi-Advanced! Rock Band Thread!!

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    We Are All Beautiful


    ⎥⎥ Mae ⎥⎥ Leo ⎥⎥ Sting ⎥⎥


    In Our Own Godforsaken Way




    The Basics


    Name;;
    Age;;
    18. Been that way for four years
    Gender;;
    Female. Put your dick back in your pants.


    Height;;
    5"7' baby, and proud of every inch!


    Weight;;
    Fuck you


    Bodytype;;
    Fucking perfect


    Nickname;;
    Leopard. This kitty has claws bitch


    A Little Bit Past That


    Likes;;
    To marijuana! Viva La Vie Boheme!~
    Rent the Musical! That shit is fucking perfect!~
    Ooooh weed, yeah that too~
    Wine and beer!~
    A certain Reptile, Mmmmm~
    Music, but only listening. I can't hold a tune for shit, haha~
    When Reptile plays, well, anything~


    Dislikes;;
    Assholes~
    Dicks that I didn't approve~
    People who think they can take advantage of other people~
    The fact that I'm dead~


    Hobbies;;
    Does weed count as a hobby?~
    Secretly watching Reptile. It's okay, he wouldn't mind~
    Drinking~


    Talents;;
    What the fuck am I good at?~


    Way Past That


    Personality;;
    Ever stood in a forest fire? Ha, yeah have fun, because that's me. At first I seem warm, and bight, but if you're not careful I'll burn you alive. But what does it matter now? The only person I can talk to anyways is Reptile, and I love him too much to hurt him.


    History;;
    What can I say? Life was good. I had my best friend in the whole world and the best boyfriend anyone could want. We did everything together, went every where together. But you know, all good things must come to an end, or some shit like that. Well it was far too literal for my liking this time. I fucking died. And I don't mean "read the last book of Harry Potter and died". We were at a party, right? Having a great time, tons of really good beer, and somehow me and Reptile got separated, but me and Vulture were just too drunk to care. Not getting into the detail, but Vulture and I... well I'm sure Reptile's told you the story... Anyway, yeah, then I died.


    Family;;
    Well, I had my parents and a sister, but my parents didn't like my drinking and smoking and partying, and my sister and I were at that point in our lives when we didn't talk at all, but I watched my funeral before I left. It was nice... or sad... or whatever you want to call a beautiful funeral. I didn't realized they actually still loved me.


    Deepest Emotional Scars;;
    I was raped, and I died. Yeah.


    Drug Abuse(If Any);;
    Smoke ALL THE WEED!


    Back To The Light


    Rank;;
    Dead. Don't need one.


    Instrument;;
    Ha, I can play a sick cat claws on the chalkboard


    How Long;;
    Never could sing, and no sense of rhythm.


    Goals;;
    Does a ghost need any? Beat the world record of stalking someone before they go insane?


    Favorite Song;;
    VIVA LA VIE BOHEME!


    Favorite Band;;
    Now what kind of a dead girlfriend would I be if my still living boyfriend's band was not my favorite? Butterflies Can't Swim, until the day I die! Or, well, come back then die again? I don't know, you know what I mean.


    Favorite Color;;
    Green! Like trees, and emeralds, and weed!


    Favorite Food;;
    Sushi! Yes! Buy me sushi and I'll love you forever!


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    A Bit About The Writer


    Username;;
    MelanieMedicine


    Screen Name;;
    ~~Kii'sHeart~~


    What Should I Call You;;
    Sexy, Beautiful, Lover, or Kii


    How Long Have You Been RPing;;
    Oh, god not long, but too long for me to keep tract of. Let's say a month?


    Muse;;
    Almost always high :3


    Activity;;
    During the week, about 6-11, west coast time


    RP example;;
    Other;; AND THAT WAS WHEN I KISSED HER~~

  • The Rebelium;; RP Thread


    Misha


    Misha awoke the next day, oddly enough, far earlier than the previous morning, and yet still feeling far better than she did going to sleep. I wonder what will happen today? Another suicide attempt? Another walk-in? Maybe someone will finally snap and randomly kill someone, she thought sarcastically. Could she handle another day like yesterday? World be damned, she would have a lazy day if it killed her.

  • The Rebelium;; RP Thread


    Misha


    Misha could hear Morana's muffled voice through the walls, growing clearer and louder as she traveled down the hall. What is it with this woman and early wake up? She is soooo lucky I'm already up this time.Misha opened her door and leaned on the frame just as Morana came galloping down the hall. Misha rolled her eyes and stuck out an arm to catch her as she flew. "Slow your roll tiger, what's going on?"

  • The Rebelium;; RP Thread


    Misha


    Misha peered at the paper in her hand. A hold on killings... A hold... Now... Of all times? A fucking hold? What about for the rest of them? Was this just the babies, or was this everyone with the disease? No way could this last forever, and the war was suddenly over. This was their chance. "Morana, if they're taking a break, we need to take this time to gather our supplies, our weapons, people, everything we can, and either prepare for an attack, or get ready to be attacked, because once they start up again, which we know they will, we're never going to have an opportunity like this again."

  • The Rebelium;; RP Thread


    Misha


    Misha blinked in surprise at the call. Oh, that's right... Families...Those things exist... She wondered what her parents were doing with all that was going on. Where were they even? A better question yet, who were they? Oh well, it didn't really matter. They were probably still in Russia, and it wasn't like they cared for her anyways. They left her to die, and probably thought her that still. She looked around at the people there. What were their family situations?

  • The Rebelium;; RP Thread


    Misha


    Misha clenched her fist around Ice's hilt and drew her sword with a hiss and moved to stand side by side with her best friend. In her other hand she grasped Morana's. She moved her gaze to flit from each person to the next in turn. "I will stand by everyone of you," and at this her eyes turned to look Morana in the eyes, "until my last breath. I think if we're smart about this, we can pick off a good couple of handfuls of them before they get anywhere near us. Maybe we can set up a few snipers in the upper levels before we engage in direct combat."

  • The Rebelium;; RP Thread


    Misha


    Misha gave Morana's hand a squeeze and nodded to Linkin, hoping that one gesture would convey all her thanks for everything he and Morana had done for her in the last three years, and though she hated the thought of it, goodbye. Lives depended on what happened next, and life or death were not the only two outcomes.
    Her eyes narrowed and her mind cleared. They had planned for a moment like this. It was time. Misha raised her voice for the whole group to hear clearly. "Okay, anyone who can aim well, with me. We're going to the store rooms to grab guns. The rest of you stay with Morana, she'll tell you the plan." She then turned to hug her friend. "Do your thing girl," she said in a voice meant only for her and pushed out a smile. "Let the blood flow!" She called to the group before striding down the hall.
    And so the began of the end of their lives.

  • The Rebelium;; RP Thread


    Misha


    As Misha walked quickly down the hall, she stopped at every occupied room and woke up everyone still asleep. Every other person she directed down the hall to Morana after telling them to grab their weapon. The rest she added to Zane and Chryst who were trailing behind her, letting the two catch up each new comer on the situation as they came. She continued this process until a solid group of thirty people followed her. From their they went straight to the gun storage and loaded up. "Pick your best," she called out to the group. "Whatever you can shoot the straightest with, and a silencer too. Remember, this isn't sparring, this isn't a simulation, this is real, people. We aim to kill. Show then no mercy, because we sure as hell know they're not showing us any." Her voice was hard and calculated, her eyes stony as she prepared her own gun. Once everyone was set, she lead them to the upper levels, depositing ten on each floor. "Pick a window with a good view, and don't shoot until you hear or see my shot," she instructed all of them. She stayed with the last group going to the top floor. She positioned herself almost directly over the main gate, where the standing of Administration soldiers were the thickest. Now she just had to wait for a signal from Morana that her side of the plan was set.