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  • she's so high above me Δ she's so lovely [private]

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; text-transform:lowercase; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.75; letter-spacing: 1px]louis morgan. [/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; margin-top: -10px; width: 400px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; text-transform:lowercase; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.75; letter-spacing: 1px]Arctic blue veins run like rivers beneath skin as thin and white as notebook paper. A fragile goddess stands, rigid and deathly pale, in the center of my living room.


    "She's beautiful, Louis." Ellis's buoyant voice conquers the silence to have befallen the room. I notice a shift in Hannah's posture, a subtle reddening of the babyish cheeks she was so opposed to.


    "I know," I offhandedly answer. I glide across the ivory floorboards to wrap an arm around her waist. I feel the tension of her body against mine, and sense the blood pumping faster than usual through her veins. The smile on her lips when she tilts her head back to meet my eyes is strained, but I pretend not to notice as I smile back.


    She wanted to meet my family, and meet my family she has.

  • safe in the 5 a.m. light ▲ pafp, vampire roleplay

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    HANNAH TYLER.

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    Feel free to timeskip whenever you feel it necessary or if the thread needs a push. I won't mind!




    IC: Streamers of pale gold filter through leaded windows and refract all around the room. Everywhere I look, I am met by a pair of eyes more striking than the last. The looks I receive vary from interested to curious to bored to irritated. No two individuals appear to feel the same about my presence, so I seek ________'s eyes for reassurance.




    He smiles down at me, a crooked and triumphant smile. At once, my apprehension simmers into defiance, my strained smile into a scowl. He thinks he's winning! He thinks I'll soon give in and ask that he take me home!




    He thinks wrong!




    I draw away from his side and smile, this time genuinely, at the man who spoke before. He appears older than the rest, even with his honey-gold hair and posture awry.




    "Thank you," I begin, chin upturned in a manner of feigned confidence, "for inviting me to your home."




    The man chortles and crosses his lanky arms over his chest. I can't help but feel that he's eyeballing me in the same manner of a wolf presented with a helpless lamb. If ________ notices, he doesn't do anything about it. Even so, I can feel his eyes boring into the side of my skull.




    "It was due to happen one day, wasn't it?" He smiles at me, falling silent for a moment. Then, "I'm Ellis. And I've heard more than my fair share about you, Hannah Tyler."




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  • smother me. [pafp;; must be willing to play 2+ characters;; vampire roleplay]

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    LOU PRESCOTT


    Lou cringed sympathetically.




    "Ew. I can't imagine being stuck here my entire life. 'Course, if it weren't for my parents's divorce, I guess that's just what I would have done." Talk about miserable. She'd only been there a week, and was prepared to rip out her own hair for the utter lack of things to do.




    And things had been pretty boring up until the moment she'd heard of the death threats being imposed upon her mother. She sighed and plucked absently at the open top of her water bottle.




    "It's not that bad," stated Olivia, sounding amused. The redheaded Zachary girl leaned back in her seat, shrugging. "I mean, I guess I wouldn't know. I wasn't born here. But I've been in this town for... a while, and I like the quiet. It's nice, even if everybody knows everything about you."




    At that, Lou crinkled her nose. "I've never been a very private person, but I don't think I've ever wanted privacy more than I do in Leights," she muttered.


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    [color=#ffe099]A curious frown mantled Gabriel's lips, but the look on Rose's face stopped him from pressing her any further. In fact, he decided it the better option to take her mind off of this troublesome memory of her's.




    He tightened his leather jacket around himself and followed after her, along the pavement bordering the student parking lot.




    "You and your sister are pretty close?" He tipped his head to the side, thoughtfully observing the back of her head. After a moment, he jogged to catch up to her side. "Probably now more than ever, right? I mean, new town, new people? Must be pretty cruddy."


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  • safe in the 5 a.m. light ▲ pafp, vampire roleplay

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    HANNAH TYLER.

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    IC: I try, unconvincingly, to maintain my irritation toward Ender, even going so far as to scowl when his hands lock around mine. Ellis's lips dance with the makings of an amused smile.




    A younger girl steps from the archway of the kitchen. She bares two long, pale golden braids- one over each shoulder. It's the sight of her cherubic little face that melts the scowl right off of my own. This girl can't be any older than ten! I wasn't aware that there would be those with the facade of children.




    My common sense floods back at the same speed by which it dispersed. She mustn't be a real child. For all I know, she could be older than Ender himself. She smiles curiously up at me, and I can't help but feel struck by the gleam of intelligence sparkling in the misty green of her eyes. Yes, she's certainly older than her youthful exterior lets on.




    "I'm Ender's sister, Lalia. He really does like you a lot. And, I see now, it's with good reason." Of course, who was to say whether or not she was Ender's real sister? Not that it made any difference, but most of the seven or eight vampires in the house as of present were "adopted" by Ellis and his husband. Or so Ender has explained.




    Momentarily brushing her irritation with her boyfriend aside, Hannah offers Lalia a smile. "Heh. Thanks. And, uh, I'm-"




    Hannah Tyler. Believe me, we know." Amusement lights Lalia's eyes like pale flames.




    At this, I laugh dryly and, through inquisitive, charcoal brown eyes, cast a sidelong glance at Ender. "It sounds like you talk a lot about me." A tease underlies my voice.




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  • safe in the 5 a.m. light ▲ pafp, vampire roleplay

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    HANNAH TYLER.

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    [fancypost bgcolor=; margin-top: -1px; margin-left: -10px; width: 90px; height: 100px; background-image: url(http://i.imgur.com/aAgaOjl.jpg); background-size: 125%; background-position: center;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border-color: transparent; font-size: 11px; text-align: justify; line-height: 105%; height: 120px; margin-top: -123px; width: 415px; height: 223px; margin-left: -15px; overflow:auto; ivory;]Lalia seems willing enough to accept Ender's accusation- even a touch proud. I can't help but wonder how a girl of her caliber gets around in the first place. The idea of her driving herself from place to place strikes me as a bit ludicrous, but who knows? Until a meager fortnight ago, I'd not suspected the existence of vampires at all.




    "So you're Ender's... older sister?" I shake my head. Short, coppery curls twist around my face like autumnal leaves upon a windblown tree.




    Lalia opens her mouth to reply, but, before she can, the duo seated in the shadows of the mahogany, spiral staircase rise to their feet and amble over for a one-on-one. I recognize both of them immediately, having already been introduced a time or two at school. Ezra and Grace, the pair who often carpool to school with Ender. Ezra is short compared to Ender, but makes up for it in sheer muscle. Dark blonde curls cascade just below his ears. The girl, Grace, seems to be of Italian, or perhaps Spanish, descent. She has doe-like, dark brown eyes, and a headful of voluminous, leather black curls.




    "You should let us show you around!" pipes Ezra enthusiastically. It's clear that they don't have much company, let alone of the human caliber.




    I bite down softly on my bottom lip, and my eyes instinctively seek out Ender. He's made an escape, and stands now before a window.




    "Ender, could you come with-" She wasn't given the time to complete her question. Grace had grabbed hold of her hand and was eagerly dragging her along, towards the staircase.




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  • as the world falls down ▲ pafp, werewolf needed


    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 470px; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.75; letter-spacing: 1px]Lalia Jareth has just moved from the Sunshine State of Florida to the freezing, pine forested wasteland of Leights, Maine. Moved back, that is. After her parents divorced when she was young, she moved with her father down to Florida. Her dad has just received an offer to move to London, England for a teaching opportunity, however, and she knows this is an opportunity she must let her father take. So she rejoins her mother, the mayor of Leights, back where it all started.


    She expected it to be boring. Miserable. Cold. For the few days, her expectations are met. Then comes her first day at a new school, and not one day of her life onward is the same. She meets a group of alluring, ruffian teenagers.


    The Desmond pack, if you will, are known for keeping to themselves, but when crisis befalls their quaint little town and death threats begin circulating around the higher ranking politics, they feel obliged to keep Lalia safe. After all, what nobody else knows is that there has been a murder... And all signs point to the culprit being a werewolf.


    Please be active! If you drop the thread and refuse to reply without warning after an entire week, I will remake it and block you from joining. We will begin with the first day. You will play a male werewolf; a childhood friend of Lalia's, to be more specific. She does remember him, though not very well. He, however, remembers her as his childhood love, and wastes no time befriending her. Just state your interest, and I'll begin with the first day!

  • you remind me of the babe Δ pafp, labyrinth roleplay


    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; font-family: high tower text; font-size: 24pt; letter-spacing: -2px][b][b]MATHILDA WILLIAMS[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 495px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.75; letter-spacing: 1px][color=black]It has been twenty-five years since Sarah Williams left the Goblin King's labyrinth. This forty year old woman is not the same one who left Jareth's castle all those years ago, but her seventeen year old daughter, Mathilda, is much like like her mother when she was a teenager.


    Stubborn, imaginative Mathilda thrives on the stories she was told as a child. Stories of a malignant goblin king, kidnapping a baby at the will of a young girl's wishes. The young girl being pulled into an unfair world of wild, unimaginable creatures; a world of the Goblin King's creation, known only as The Labyrinth.


    When Mathilda is ordered to clean the basement, she happens upon a box of her mother's old stuff. Among the fanciful clutter is a small, timeworn booklet entitled "Labyrinth."


    Jareth has waited twenty-five years for a moment like this to arise, and has watched over Mathilda since her birth. He, of course, has not aged a second since the day he was defeated by Sarah all those years ago. Only recently has he discovered the restoration of some of his old strengths.


    Mathilda reads the booklet aloud, and the goblins awaken from their extensive hibernation. Jareth listens intently.


    A wish, the girl can make. Any wish her heart desires, and the Goblin King will make it come true.


    Mathilda's one wish... is for her life of painstaking normalcy to end. She longs for genuine adventure.


    You will play as Jareth, who will appear before Mathilda when she makes the wish. He offers to take her away with him, to live forever in his kingdom as his one true love, and to explore his world at her leisure. But she, in a state of shock, can do nothing but decline the offer.


    So, angered by the striking similarity of her situation to that of her mother before her, he takes her to the beginning of his labyrinth. Only this time, he will be going along with her. Even though he knows his labyrinth from top to bottom, he will offer her no assistance. Only the pleasure of his company.


    She has thirteen hours to complete the labyrinth, and failure to reach the castle before time is up could result in death. As the two go along, however, a begrudging bond blossoms between them. Will Mathilda triumph over the labyrinth and choose to stay forever with the king of Goblins, or will her failure result in exile to the Bog of Eternal Stench?


    If you wish to join, just state your interest and I'll begin!

  • dance, magic, dance Δ pafp, labyrinth roleplay


    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 500px; text-align: center; margin-top: -20px; font-family: high tower text; font-size: 24pt; letter-spacing: -2px][b][b]MATHILDA WILLIAMS[/fancypost]
    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 495px; height: 250px; overflow: auto; line-height: 100%; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.75; letter-spacing: 1px][color=black]It has been twenty-five years since Sarah Williams left the Goblin King's labyrinth. This forty year old woman is not the same one who left Jareth's castle all those years ago, but her seventeen year old daughter, Mathilda, is much like like her mother when she was a teenager.


    Stubborn, imaginative Mathilda thrives on the stories she was told as a child. Stories of a malignant goblin king, kidnapping a baby at the will of a young girl's wishes. The young girl being pulled into an unfair world of wild, unimaginable creatures; a world of the Goblin King's creation, known only as The Labyrinth.


    When Mathilda is ordered to clean the basement, she happens upon a box of her mother's old stuff. Among the fanciful clutter is a small, timeworn booklet entitled "Labyrinth."


    Jareth has waited twenty-five years for a moment like this to arise, and has watched over Mathilda since her birth. He, of course, has not aged a second since the day he was defeated by Sarah all those years ago. Only recently has he discovered the restoration of some of his old strengths.


    Mathilda reads the booklet aloud, and the goblins awaken from their extensive hibernation. Jareth listens intently.


    A wish, the girl can make. Any wish her heart desires, and the Goblin King will make it come true.


    Mathilda's one wish... is for her life of painstaking normalcy to end. She longs for genuine adventure.


    You will play as Jareth, who will appear before Mathilda when she makes the wish. He offers to take her away with him, to live forever in his kingdom as his one true love, and to explore his world at her leisure. But she, in a state of shock, can do nothing but decline the offer.


    So, angered by the striking similarity of her situation to that of her mother before her, he takes her to the beginning of his labyrinth. Only this time, he will be going along with her. Even though he knows his labyrinth from top to bottom, he will offer her no assistance. Only the pleasure of his company.


    She has thirteen hours to complete the labyrinth, and failure to reach the castle before time is up could prove terrible. As the two go along, however, a begrudging bond blossoms between them. Will Mathilda triumph over the labyrinth and choose to stay forever with the king of Goblins, or will her failure result in exile to the Bog of Eternal Stench?


    If you wish to join, just state your interest and I'll begin!

  • ❦ ADVANCED ROLEPLAYERS DIRECTORY ❦

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: 375px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: ARIAL; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.75; letter-spacing: 1px][size=9px]DISPLAY NAME |Labyrinthine
    NICKNAME | MY NAME CHANGES ALL THE TIME AND I AM SO SORRY. Call me Labby! It sounds lame and adorable!
    STAR SIGN | Cancer. So you can readily assume that I'm a huge crybaby.
    TIME ZONE | Eastern Standard Time ( EST )
    SITE ACTIVITY | I'm literally never offline. Even at school, I have this tab pulled up on my phone and check it every, like, two seconds. Unfortunately, I've not been very active since last March, as a single thread has held me captivated. I'm only just regaining my muse for other things.
    PREFERRED GENRES |Things pertaining to the supernatural, usually. Vampires of every type (Twilight, The Vampire Chronicles, The Vampire Diaries) are my main niche, but I'll probably be roleplaying out of that particular circle for a little while.
    LITERACY | As somebody who has written at least a thousand words almost every day for almost two consecutive years, it's fair to say I'm semi-decent at writing. Depending on my muse, I'm usually pretty good.
    PREFERRED LITERACY | Honestly, this changes with my mood. I like people who can keep a thread interesting.
    COMFORT LEVELS | I'm not sure anything can make me uncomfortable at this point, to be honest. I can deal with everything, as blood, gore, death, and sex don't have any real affect on me.
    GENERAL MUSE | NOT VERY HIGH AND I AM VERY SORRY. That's why I'm trying out the advanced board.
    ANY CURRENT PLOTS | I'm hella feeling Leon: The Professional. Also Labyrinth.
    OTHER INFO | Sometimes, I may only be able to reply once or twice a day. From time to time, there may even be days where I can't reply at all. I have struggled with depression for years, and it's been especially terrible over the past few weeks. Unfortunately, it tends to affect my writing and whether or not I'm even able to finish a single post.

  • plotting hour with labyrinthine !

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.75; letter-spacing: 1px]hi everybody! i'm labyrinthine, and i'm an advanced roleplayer with a * ton of muse, and no way to channel it all. lately, a few ideas in particular have been reeling through my head, so i've decided to make a plotting thread to see if any of you would be up for any of them!


    _ Léon: The Professional:
    For this, we would either roleplay an AU for what might have happened had Leon survived Norman Stansfield's attack and continued Mathilda's training, or something with a plot structured similarly to the movie, but with different characters. I would be especially interested in seeing this play out between a little girl and an older, sociopathic hitwoman.


    _ Labyrinth:
    MAN, WHERE DO I EVEN START WITH LABYRINTH? We could do an AU where Sarah chooses to stay with Jareth at the end. Or we could do something where Sarah has a daughter, and that daughter becomes the target of a miraculously immortal David Bowie Goblin King's affections.


    _ Vampires:
    Well, I can probably play any kind of vampire you can name. From Twilight to The Vampire Chronicles to The Vampire Diaries (though I've never seen the movie or read the book). I'm an advocate for angsty vampire romances, and especially interested in the idea of vampires each having a power unique to their self, as seen in Twilight.


    _ Hetalia:
    Not even gonna lie. I had to add this here because I felt like my list was too small, and because I am a trash fan of this trash anime. Leave me alone. I'll do pretty much any ship, especially GxG ships, (Such as with the Nyo! versions of the characters.) and especially pertaining to WWII. (George DeValier's fanfictions come to mind. Perhaps we could do a continuation or remake of [i]Lily of the Lamplight or Besame Mucho?)[/i]


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    OH YEAH ALSO I'M TOTALLY UP FOR KINGDOM HEARTS PLOTS. THAT JUST OCCURRED TO ME. IT'S BEEN FOREVER SINCE I'VE DONE MUCH OF ANYTHING WITH KH, BUT WOW IT USED TO BE MY ENTIRE LIFE.


    Anything to do with OXIII, or Part I and II would be awesome!

  • neutral ground. || pafp, must be willing to play 2+ characters, vampire roleplay

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    OLIVIA WESTWOOD


    A spark of surprise flickered behind the evergreen hue of Olivia's eyes.




    "Wait, you think we know each other?" The question left her lips before she could stop herself. She hadn't been serious, having assumed that this old friend of her's would have been long gone, or even that she had dreamed up those few, vague play-dates by rivers and sweet-smelling pines.




    She leaned back in her seat, but didn't look away from Rocky. With a dawning smile on her face, she observed him with the fine eye of a scholar. "I thought those memories were dreams," she admitted after an extensive silence. She shook her head and laughed incredulously.




    That the two of them were long lost playmates would make sense.- She was moving back to Leights; he remembered a friend named Olivia, and she remembered a friend named Rocky.




    "This town really is inescapable, isn't it? I can't believe we've met before... I wish I could remember-" Olivia froze mid-sentence. From over Rocky's shoulder, she had snagged a glimpse of a certain flannel-shirted boy.




    Zac Morgan was looking right at her, and, suddenly, she couldn't look away. She stared back at him, mouth still hanging partially agape from her unfinished statement. Then, in one slow and dreamlike movement, she lifted up a hand and waved at him.




    After her tart demeanor in first period, she supposed she owed him at least that.





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    ESTHER MORGAN


    Esther exchanged uneasy looks with Eli. Now that Bryce mentioned it, she realized he was right. Zac's interest in Olivia was beginning to look a touch overdone. He was certainly far more interested in her than the rest of the group.




    Maisie's image flashed like a lightning bolt through her head.




    "Don't worry," she murmured. Beneath the table, however, her fists were clenched in her lap. She peeked at Olivia from beneath the curvature of her unusually long eyelashes. Her throat tightened when she saw that the human girl was waving at Zac.




    "He can take care of himself."




    But she was sure as hell not going to let him out of her sights.





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    [color=palegoldenrod]Eli couldn't believe his own eyes... So he chose not to.




    What appeared to be happening was not happening. Come on! Zac is smarter than that! he thought to himself, but even he couldn't ignore the look on his face.




    His jaw tightened, and he looked away.


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  • For: Our Vampire Plot

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.75; letter-spacing: 1px]Got it.

  • For: Our Vampire Plot

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.75; letter-spacing: 1px]YES! Labyrinth has been one of my all-time favorite movies since I was little! I just LOVE it!

  • For: Our Vampire Plot

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.75; letter-spacing: 1px]Sweet! What movie?

  • For: Our Vampire Plot

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.75; letter-spacing: 1px]Just looked it up on Wiki, and it sounds completely awesome. Slightly erotic, but still awesome.


    Oh, and again! Just wanted to let you know that, if you're feeling like a scene is dragging on or are bored with a particular part, we can skip ahead and fill in any blanks through the minds of our characters! I just feel like you're getting bored with the thread, and I would hate to lose you on it!

  • For: Our Vampire Plot

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.75; letter-spacing: 1px]Oh my.


    Well, if its to any consolation, I have no intentions of banning you.

  • at least out loud [ fem!romano x spain ] i won't say i'm in love

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.75; letter-spacing: 1px]OOC: Oh, wow! It's been an age since we've roleplayed this!


    IC: Katarina's muscles stiffened at Feli's question. Now what will you do?


    What? Did he think she couldn't take care of herself without Antonio or something? She almost snapped at him- almost. But her entire body ached with grief, and the violent pounding of her heart made it difficult to take one breath after another let alone gather the energy to bark at him.


    "We... We can't let him rot there. I won't let him! We need to find somebody to care for him." Obviously in a fragile state of mind, Katarina shook her head and yanked out of her brother's embrace.


    "To- to fix him up. He's always been so... so powerful. He doesn't belong on the floor."


    It doesn't fit him."

  • at least out loud [ fem!romano x spain ] i won't say i'm in love

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: 350px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.75; letter-spacing: 1px]Katarina forced herself to meet Feli's eyes. She didn't know if she could bring herself to walk back into that house she knew so well, and to come face to lifeless face with her caretaker and best friend of centuries.


    "Be strong... Te amo." His last words were a mournful symphony in her head. Surely he hadn't mean it? Oh, and now she would never know! Why did the big idiot have to leave her like this? She clenched her jaw and stared, copper eyes glassy, back at the house she had left behind.


    "I have to... have to go in there. For him." She didn't know what happened to countries after they died. That freaky bastard, Prussia, was still around... But how? She'd always thought that they couldn't die. Or that, if they did, they would merely fade away in the eyes of the world.


    She couldn't bare the thought that Antonio might have disappeared.


    "Come with me, and call... call someone. Hell, call that potato bastard for all I care!" It didn't occur to her to contact any actual emergency lines. What could a paramedic do for somebody who was already dead? And a country, nevertheless! Fingers clenched at her sides, she started slowly back towards the house.


    //We can timeskip to a few weeks later whenever you want. Just tell me when!//

  • ˡᶤˢᵗᵉᶰ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐʸ ˢᵘᶰ - ᵖᵃᶠᵖ

    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: VERDANA; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.75; letter-spacing: 1px]The Plot:

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    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; text-align: justify; font-family: VERDANA; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.75; letter-spacing: 1px]Esther had never thought much of her hair. There was, however, one exception. From the snot-crusted days of toddlerhood, when she'd been hardly old enough to speak let alone make appearance-altering decisions, she had obstinately refused to allow it to grow an inch past her shoulders. She never bothered running a brush through the dark ginger curls, never seemed to notice or care that, over the years, they had absorbed a life of their own.


    And now, stepping into her first period class with the fiery coils dancing into her face, she couldn't help but think that it was about time for another haircut.


    It was the first day back after those three liberating months, known fondly by all as summer vacation. She figured that meant there was no shortage of new kids wandering the hallways of Eden Ridge High School, so her presence drew a predictable amount of attention... In other words, zip. It was because she knew nobody, and nobody approached her, that the only thing she could bother to think about was her hair. But even that evaded her mind as she read the words, scribbled in what appeared some kind of mad haste, across the board.


    "Welcome to Ms. Harp's AP World History course! The seat you choose will be yours for the semester, so choose wisely. Syllabuses and supply lists are stacked the front table. Take one of each as you come in."


    The teacher herself was nowhere to be found.


    Already, one or two students had claimed seats towards the back of the room. As she picked up the papers from the front table, she decided to take a seat on the far edge of the room, directly beside the door that led outside. It was with a quiet, relieved sigh that she sunk into her desk.


    Fifteen minutes until the bell rang. That meant she had plenty of time to mentally prepare herself before the day really kicked off.

  • ˡᶤˢᵗᵉᶰ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ᵐʸ ˢᵘᶰ - ᵖᵃᶠᵖ - ᵐᵃˡᵉ ᵛᵃᵐᵖᶤʳᵉ ᶰᵉᵉᵈᵉᵈ


    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 350px; margin-top: -32px; text-align: center; font-family: times new roman; font-size: 28pt;color: #d10000; opacity: 0.85; letter-spacing: 2px]( ESTHER )[/fancypost]


    [fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 300px; height: 300px; overflow: auto; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; font-size: 8pt; opacity: 0.85; letter-spacing: 1px]The Plot:

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    Esther had never thought much of her hair. There was, however, one exception. From the snot-crusted days of toddlerhood, when she'd been hardly old enough to speak let alone make appearance-altering decisions, she had obstinately refused to allow it to grow an inch past her shoulders. She never bothered running a brush through the dark ginger curls, never seemed to notice or care that, over the years, they had absorbed a life of their own.


    And now, stepping into her first period class with the fiery coils dancing into her face, she couldn't help but think that it was about time for another haircut.


    It was the first day back after those three liberating months, known fondly by all as summer vacation. She figured that meant there was no shortage of new kids wandering the hallways of Bastion High School, so her presence drew a predictable amount of attention... In other words, zip. It was because she knew nobody, and nobody approached her, that the only thing she could bother to think about was her hair. But even that evaded her mind as she read the words, scribbled in what appeared some kind of mad haste, across the board.


    "Welcome to Ms. Harp's AP World History course! The seat you choose will be yours for the semester, so choose wisely. Syllabuses and supply lists are stacked the front table. Take one of each as you come in."


    The teacher herself was nowhere to be found.


    Already, one or two students had claimed seats towards the back of the room. As she picked up the papers from the front table, she decided to take a seat on the far edge of the room, directly beside the door that led outside. It was with a quiet, relieved sigh that she sunk into her desk.


    Fifteen minutes until the bell rang. That meant she had plenty of time to mentally prepare herself before the day really kicked off.