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  • war is never cheap dear love will never meet here [p]

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    backstory
    dallas and charles grew up in the little town of ampthill, britian. living next to each other in thatched cottages the two boys always loved to stir up trouble around the neighborhood. the two little pranksters would throw stones at mrs. mcgruff's raggedy old cats who were clearly a case of too much inbreeding. in class the boys were exact opposites. charles was a devious trouble maker that never sat down. he would always tease the girls and get into fights with other boys. while dallas was the quiet one who obeyed the rules. some would say he was charles sidekick because dallas would always be there with charles. once the two reached secondary school, they grew closer than ever. both joined the school's football team but charles was a bit more of the athletic type. dallas as one of the brightest students for his level, while charles struggled wit his studies. because of this, the two would have late night study sessions which usually ended up being anything but studying. between sneaking into pubs or taking charles's dad car out for a joyride, the two would set off on late night adventures. but all thier fun seemed to come to a halt when britian declared war on germany on September 1, 1939. charles father had gotten so aggravated with his wildness, he forced his son to volunteer to join the british army. since dallas and charles were inseparable, dallas went behind his mother's back and enlisted as well.


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    charles lay on his cot and stared up through the hole in the tent. he just barely could see the night sky and all it's stars. he thought of the time when he and dallas had took a trip one weekend down to the willowbrook pond and spent the day fishing and the night under the stars. he took in a heavy breath, his hand lay on her bare chest and one leg was sticking out of his blankets. the weather was cold but inside the tent was pretty hot due to all the bodies. he began to play with the necklace around his neck, it was a gold cross depicting jesus. charles mother was very religious and for his tenth birthday she gave him the necklace as his only gift. laying there in the dark, the soft sound of bugs and such outside were calming noises. as relaxed as charles was, he wasn't able to sleep. like most nights, he found himself wide awake and his mind was restless with thoughts. he often thought of how he felt angry and betrayed by his father, who forced his to join. charles understood why he was so upset but didn't believe that a father sending his only son off to war was a just punishment. charles's face was scrunched up in a thinking expression. his thick eyebrows creased into a frown and his green eyes squinted as he though more about his father. charles's body heat rose and his heart quickened from the anger the thought of his father brought to him. he thought of the day that his father walked in on him. god charles wished he could go back and change it. he wished that he had stood up to his father and defended himself. but it was too late for that. his father's last words echoed in the back of charles's mind. "you're nothin but a bloody f*ggot." charles clenched his fist around his necklace, the cross started to cut into his palm. letting out a low groan, he eased his grip on the necklace and furiously turned over in his bed. he found himself looking at dallas, and his anger vanished. a small smile came across his face. even though charles was an only child, he'd always thought of dallas as his true brother.
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  • тнe laѕт нope { rp thread }

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    the sound of food being ready, nyx popped up from being on her elbows and got off her bed. the springs creaked as she did so. she raced down the stairs and entered the kitchen. her stomach growled as the scents fo soup flooded her nose. "finally." she said with a longing tone. seh walked up and grapped a bowl with a chipped rim. nyx poured the soup into her bowl and then she made her way over to the counter. she took a seat and began to take sips of the broth from her spoon. "mmmm. finally something thats not stale tasting." she commented.     [/size]    [/justify]

  • тнe laѕт нope { cнaт тнread/ploт тнread }

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  • flav's storage.

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  • plots with me [plz]

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    i want to do stuff but idk...
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    [justify][size=6pt] i am terribly bored. and so part of me wants to create a group, maybe a gang of outsider grunge people. so im hoping to have a few people on board with me. and then im okay with joining other group rps or private.
    i like:
    -bxb, bxg
    -(post) apocalyptic
    -witches, vampires, werewolves.
    -real life situations
    - i really like the grunge genre tbh
    let me know if you want to brainstorm on the group gang thing
    thanks!
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  • plots with me [plz]

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  • war is never cheap dear love will never meet here [p]

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    [justify]charles smiled as he found dallas looking back at him. rolling over onto his back charles closed his eyes for a brief moment. then letting out a small huff of air, he sat up making the cot squeak slightly. charles then ran his hand through his strawberry colored hair, pushing it away from his forehead. he looked over at dallas and chuckled at his remark. it was true, sadly. the sound of death rang nonstop now-a-days. between the gunshots fired, or the explosions of bombs set off on the battle field. hell, even the bloody sound of crickets at night were a reminder that life was so easily taken out there.
    looking over at dallas, charles shrugged his muscular shoulders. as usual, charles's mind then traveled to the fact that dallas wouldn't have been there if it wasn't for him. part of him felt terrible for dragging his best friend out to war with him. oh, but don't get him wrong, he loved having dallas around; he just wished that he hadn't dragged dallas down with him. charles felt guilty about the whole ordeal and promised to the universe that he wouldn't let so much as a bullet graze his best friend.
    looking over to his left, charles gazed at a week old letter from his dear old mum. he wondered if his response had made its way to her yet. he knew that it was risky even answering the letters because if his father so much as see that he and his mother were corresponding... charles winced at how he allowed himself to even think that way. clearing his throat, charles turned his attention to dallas once more. "have ye heard from yer mum?" he asked in a soft voice, trying not to wake the other sleeping soldiers. he knew how dallas and his mum were close. charles could swear she must hate him for dragging her precious baby boy into war.     [/justify]

  • war is never cheap dear love will never meet here [p]

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    [justify][font=trebuchet ms][size=8][color=white] charles noticed the distantness of dallas's response. some part of him felt bad for asking but that didn't matter. he knew that if he pressed on the subject it might upset his dear friend. taking in a long sign, charles head snapped to the left and he reached over to grab the letter. he looked at it for a brief moment and then exhaled a long breath. "she alright. da's gone a bit mad according to her. she says he's always down at the farm workin as usual, but she sees him once in a while talkin to empty air." charles touched his hair again and let out a laugh. "god i hope he actually is deranged and is sent off to the looney bin..." he muttered to himself. he knew it was petty of him to even wish something like that on his on sire.
    scunching his nose charles continued. "mum says that mrs. mcgruff's raggedy ol' cats are disappearing." he looked up to his friend before crumpling up the small piece of paper in his dry hands. "say, want to go for a walk?" he suggested, looking past his good friend and into the outside.

  • war is never cheap dear love will never meet here [p]

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    [justify][font=trebuchet ms][size=8][color=white]doing the same, charles swung his legs over the side of the cot and his feet landed on the ground wit ha soft thud. he put on faded out grey sweats, standing up, he pulled them over his arse. sitting back down he put on a white pair of socks and his worn out joggers. after he finished ting his laces, he pulled on a navy colored crew sweatshirt. getting up, he fixed his hair from off his face once more.
    turning to dallas, charles looked his friend up and down for a brief second before turning his head to the floor. he cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck. again his father's words echoed in the back of his mind. letting out a huff of aggression, charles shook his head and started walking towards the tent's entrance. he knew that dallas must still be confused on why exactly he and his father had such a bad falling out. charles constantly debated in his mind whether or not to tell his friend the truth. he knew, or at least he hoped, dallas would accept him for who he was. charles felt like if he owed anyone the truth it would be dallas. after all they were good ol' mates. one minor detail wouldn't, or shouldn't, change all the years they have been close. and yet, charles feared the possibility of dallas rejecting him for who he is; much like how his father had.

  • its a long road to wisdom, its a short one to being ignored. [pafp] bxb

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    he sat there in the corner of the coffee shop. freshly brewed mochas filled the air with its enticing aroma and the soft hum of machines working away made the room cozy. the old bookcases that towered from floor to ceiling were filled with bags of coffee beans and such. the old hardwood floor and the dark blood color of the walls made the place feel like home. actually, it practically was home to graysen. he worked in the little coffee shop when he was a senior in high school. even though it was a thirty minute drive and even longer on foot; he loved to see all the college students hanging out in the small dainty place. and now that he himself was a sophomore in college, this was his hangout when he wasn't in class.
    working away at his story for his internship at the local newspaper, graysen typed away. he was writing a piece on gay marriage. graysen was openly gay and had no fear of what others thought of him. he was a strong young man who was able to carry himself well, all thanks to the loving environment his hippie parents raised him in. he knew ever since he was eleven that he like boys and not girls. he often liked dressing up in his mother's handmade dresses and playing around with her cheap jewelry. he grew up in a large home that had been passed down from generations to the next. it was clearly old and not up to date, but it was a perfect home for him and his family.
    growing up the fifth child of eight, graysen never found a dull moment in life. he had three older sisters, two younger, one older brother, and one younger. they always were out and about while their 'feel good' parents were off working at the local farm stand. it was no surprised when all of his siblings when off to study something along the lines of the arts. graysen's calling was writing.
    he stopped trying to take a brief sip of his coffee and looking around the shop. his light brown hair was styled in a quiff and he reached his hand up to brush his fingers through the top of his head. even though he loved writing, he ofter grew tired of working on one subject as a certain time. so, he clicked save on his article's document and then closed his mac down. leaning back in his chair, the twenty year old folded his arms across his chest and looked out the window.
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  • тнe laѕт нope { rp thread }

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    [justify]nyx[/justify] [justify][size=6pt]fighter//scarvenger
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    lol, im going to time skip to the morning if thats alright with everyone.
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    nyx rolled over in her bed, the springs in her mattress squealed under her body. the light from the morning sun was shining through her ratty old curtain. covering her eyes from the light, she let out a soft groan. nyx was not a morning person. she lay there for a minute of two, not wanting to get up and start another day in this hell of a world. she knew, however, that she best be getting up and getting a move on incase there was work needed to be done. she let out a ling sigh and threw her hand off her face and sat up and threw her bare legs over the side of her bed.
    pushing off the bed, nyx stood up and went over to her dresser. she pulled out a pair of tan pants, and put them on over her underwear. she then opened to another drawer and took out a plain green tank and put it on over her bar. after she slipped a pair of ankle socks on, she opened her bedroom door and headed down the stairs.
    her dreads were all over in a mess like a mop as usual. she slipped on the last stair which jolted her awake. thanks to her fast reflexes she grabbed hold to the railing and held herself up. "f*ck!" she hissed, and then stood up straight. she then made her way to the cabinets and took out a cup and placed it on the counter. she then filled as kettle with water and set it on the stove. turning the flame on high, she then found an almost empty container of instant coffee. she looked at it and thought of if anyone else would need coffee in the morning. nyx looked at it once more before shrugging and dumping the rest into the cup.
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  • . Plotting with Light .

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  • flav's storage.

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  • тнe laѕт нope { rp thread }

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    hearing elliot's comment about it being kiara's birthday she turned around from stiffing her coffee. "it's your birthday?" she asked, no emotion was in her voice. personally, nyx thought of how she saw no point to it because: a) it probably is not the right day and b) anyone can die at any moment. but she wasn't going to be a debbie downer. "happy birthday." she said flatly to kiara and then smiled at emma who clearly was awkward in a new place like this. "how are you? sleep alright?" she asked standing next to emma and leading against the counter. she took a sip of her black hot coffee.
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  • . Plotting with Light .

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  • тнe laѕт нope { rp thread }

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    sorry i was at work... update? i missed like three pages.
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  • war is never cheap dear love will never meet here [p]

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    "yeah." he smiled and then allowed dallas's nudge to slightly knocking him off his balance. charles's tone was a bit distant because he was still deciding weather or not to tell his dear dallas the truth. he knew very well that dallas must suspect something odd is going on with him right now. one could simply justify this oddness as the affects of war; but no. this was pre-war damage that has clawed its was in charles mind. he wanted to be proud of it, but no one those days were ever known to be "gay". part of his embarrassment was the fact the charles felt as if he was the only one. finally, he came to make up is mind.
    now that that's taken care of, how the hell was he going to say it? charles was never one for subtlety but he sure in bloody hell wasn't just going to blurt out 'i'm gay!'. he took in a slightly shaking breath before clearing his throat. "hmm.." he noised. "um, so...." he started to bite the inside of his mouth. he always did this when he was bothered or thinking. "i have to tell you something..." he added between ripping off the inside of his mouth. then realizing how vague and mysterious he sounded, he looked at his feet.
    charles ran his hand through his hair again, and then lightly scratched the back of his neck. "about the reason me da sent me into this bloody war." he couldn't look at his friend for shame and embarrassment clouded his mind. "me father walked in one me one day..." he tailed off and cleared his throat once again. "eh, and he um, he...he caught me." charles couldn't help but talk in fragments. "caught me lookin at naked pictures. naked picture of men..." he looked up from hs feet and down to see dallas and how he was going to react. "because...i am gay." he said almost in a relieved tone bot mostly a sadly honest one.