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  • green leaғ (p)

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    [justify][font=times][color=black][sup][sup]It's fine! Sorry for not letting you know in advance.

  • green leaғ (p)

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    [justify][font=times][color=black][sup][sup]Yeah, I totally get it. I'm the same way sometimes too. I mostly reply on weekends and if I'm not too busy with school then sometimes on weekdays.

  • green leaғ (p)

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    [justify][font=times][color=black][sup][sup]WAIT A MINUTE. YOU'RE IN MARCHING BAND? SAME.


    We can take this to PM so we don't spam the thread if you want.

  • ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʀᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ɪs sɪʟᴠᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏʟᴅ [ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴠᴇ⟶ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ ɪs ᴅᴇᴀᴅ] ᴍᴀᴛᴇ

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    [justify][font=times][color=black][sup][sup]Work in progress.

  • green leaғ (p)

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    [justify][font=times][color=black][sup][sup]Work in progress.


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  • ʟᴇᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴜɴ [ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ⟶ ᴘᴀɴᴅᴏʀᴀ] ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀɴɴᴏʟɪ

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; letter-spacing:5px][align=center][font=bookman oldstyle][color=black]Marilyn Jovina Costello[hr][size=8][/fancypost][align=center]
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    [justify][font=times][color=black][sup][sup]With one last breeze trailing up her shivering spine, she took a step forward before the door was shut behind her and warmth was soaked into her pores. The pungent smell of cigarette hit her as soon as she took in a breath, ticking her nostrils until the underlining smell of liquor was evident. Both smelled fresh and even lingered on his body as he swept passed her with a cigarette pinched between his fingers. She didn't have to question what he was up to before she arrived at his door. The ashtray and empty bottle were still sitting on the kitchen table where he must've left them. And yet for an addict she could find no substances or instruments sitting around the apartment like they usually would be. Unless he had hid them in case the police ever came knocking on his door. But if he was smart he would not hide them in his house, because when cops come knocking, they come knocking with canines.


    [i]"This is the police! Open the door!" A gasp escaped the young woman's lips as she glanced over at her husband, watching him as he slowly rose from his seat within the living room. Unknowingly, her arms around her daughter grew tight and protective, her body stiff and rigid. She was nervous, and she made no notion of denying that. Her husband, on the other hand, walked up to the door, in attempts to quiet the policemen who only grew more demanding as the seconds passed. As soon as the door clicked open the police came barging inside, their guns pointed at the family who fell to the ground with their hands over their heads. Even the little girl, who could not hold in her cries as a monstrous German Shepard stepped over her with his nose violently twitching. She could not possibly comprehend what was taking place, and was granted no answers as her father was cuffed and escorted outside and into the back of a police car. Not even her sobbing mother would answer her, but instead spoke, "He'll be back soon, darling."


    After placing her purse on the coffee table in front of the couch, she turned towards him with a smile, her tongue slowly licking her lips. With a confident movement she took the cigarette from his grasp and placed it between her lips, taking a light drag as she examined him. What struck her first was the fact that he looked familiar to her. But she could not come to conclusion of where she had seen him or who he was. He was no more than a complete stranger to her who was holding one hand on a loaded gun. Perhaps she made him nervous standing there so confidently. He must've not trusted her words that she whispered at the door to evade the cool breeze. But she would show him that every word was true as she withdrew her hand from her face and gave him his cigarette back with nothing more than a wink and a light laughter that broke the silence.


    "To pay means to fill a debt." she spoke, gently cocking an eyebrow as she fixed her gaze on him. He hadn't taken his eyes off of her nor had he took his hand off of his gun. That would change, eventually. She was good at playing this game, after playing it for so many years. He was just a name on a long list of people who her father wanted dead, and it was her job to get the job done. "You can fill a debt in many ways." she continued, her hand now slowly running up his chest as she limited the space between them. She could almost smell the cologne on his skin as he could surely smell her perfume. Slowing bringing her lips to his ear, she whispered, "You don't always have to fill in a debt with money." With her lips gently pressed up against his earlobe, she slowly pulled away, trying to examine his expression. She was hoping that she had caused him to relax.


    With a small laugh, she slowly took off her jacket, revealing herself to the hungry lion that stood before her. And to him she was surely no more than a vulnerable gazelle who leaped too close to his territory. Little did he know she was a lion in disguise, waiting for just the right moment to reveal herself and bring light on why she was really there. In no way did she want to f-ck him like she was portraying. She was nowhere horny in the least and would much rather be out with the other girls getting wasted. But her father had to always get what he wanted, or else her name would be on his list, and that was something she did not want. Standing there in her lace attire, she casually threw her jacket behind her, not caring to look back where it had landed. Her eyes were fixed on him, where they would stay until he exhaled his last breath.


    "My name is not important." she spoke once more, stepping towards him with her head looking up at him. He was much taller than her, and it was almost intimidating. She was almost getting ready to take a good beating with him standing there like that. She could almost see her eye swelling and bruising within the reflection of his eyes. But that was her imagination running wild, and she knew it. "But you are." Maybe that compliment would soften him up, still standing tall as she leaned her lips against his ear once more, as if ready to spill a secret. Maybe she was. "There's talk that you're the best around." Best, in bed, at least. But that was merely a lie that she had just made up on moments notice. "Why don't you prove the rumors true?" she spoke with a gently cocked eyebrow, pulling her head away so that she could meet his eyes, her hand playing with his tie.


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    → Your post was fine! Sorry about mine. My muse has been horrible lately, due to me being sick. I hope it's okay, though.
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    → Father [Sunny] x
    → Mother [Lucy] x

  • come thy plot masters (uber-advanced plotting, open)

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    [justify][font=times][color=white][sup][sup]Not that I can think of. Oh, maybe one day the older couple grows too nervous that they'll be caught so they force them to leave? And they have to find somewhere else to go?


    Also, would you be able to make it? I mean, I could but it might take a while.

  • come thy plot masters (uber-advanced plotting, open)

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    [justify][font=times][color=white][sup][sup]Mind if I play the girl? I have more muse for girls at the moment.


    And I can make it if you want. I have to finish a few others first but it shouldn't take me too long. Whichever you'd prefer.

  • ɪᴛ ᴋɪʟʟs ᴍᴇ sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs [ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ⟶ sʜᴀᴡ] ʜᴏᴡ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴅɪᴇ

    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; letter-spacing:5px][align=center][font=bookman oldstyle][color=black]Lenya Evonna Schneider[hr][size=8][/fancypost][align=center]
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    [justify][font=times][color=black][sup][sup]The woman almost passed as angelic with her warm smile and twinkling eyes that met the young girl by the doorstep the moment her shoes crunched within the thin layer of snow. Surely the older woman had been expecting her arrival and had rushed to the door the minute the sound of the car coming to a stop could be heard. And although no one managed to point it out, they were precisely on time and did not allow the snowfall to slow them down. After all, their business was risky and although their hearts were full of kind intentions, they did not want to be caught with the young girl in their possession. She was just one in a population that was labeled impure and was reassured to be extinct within the coming months.


    To have the rebellious thought of wondering how such a person could be deemed impure was dangerous if found out about. To take action on helping those who were deemed impure was exceptionally dangerous. So when agreeing to take in the girl who was the young age of sixteen, the older woman found herself caught in an internal conflict of selfishness over selflessness. Her life was now on the line more than it ever would be the moment she opened the door and beckoned the young girl into her home. And although she found herself wondering whether she rather back out while she still had the chance, her heart tightened and that was an answer within itself. This young girl was now her responsibility.


    Once the door was locked behind them, the older woman took her time examining her newest house guest. She was a pretty girl with blond hair and blue eyes, features that would not cause any suspicion if she was caught within the home. But the yellow star sewed onto her dirty jacket revealed her and that was enough to sentence her to death. With an abrupt outreach, the older woman was quick to take off her jacket, a sense of worry flashing before her own wrinkled facial features. Perhaps she had taken on too heavy of a role than she had expected. Having one within her home was no problem, but now she was faced with two, and could not help but almost regret it. It was one more to take care of. One more that could get her and her family into trouble.


    [i]"I get you another jacket, mädchen." the woman spoke in broken English, placing the jacket within a cupboard where it would stay hidden until burned. It was unfortunate that such a small yellow star could be as dangerous as it was. But that was the truth of the matter that everyone knew but no one spoke. Not even the young girl's parents would speak of it from the moment her mother sewed it onto their clothing. Instead it was greeted with a tearful glance and a heavy frown until it was no longer acknowledged within the family. To them, it was out of sight out of mind until the children went to bed and the adults stayed awake at night talking about the situation at hand. It was better that way, than having the children worry.


    Parting her lips, Lenya quietly broke her silence in response to the older woman. "Es ist Lenya." Either they had forgotten to tell the older woman her name, or she had not cared to address her by it. But either way, Lenya cared to inform her. And the woman did not care to take it the wrong way, instead acknowledging it with a small smile and a head nod, her lips softly repeating the name under her breath. She almost appeared to be relieved knowing her name, as if there was more importance behind it than Lenya could understand. That seemed to be the case with Lenya for many things. The assumption that she was not able to understand was the given excuse when someone did not want to go further into detail.


    With a warm hand placed on her shoulder, Lenya was lead through the house. The two passed through the kitchen and a small living area before stopping in front of a door. It was shut tightly, with no noise escaping from the other side. Beckoning her to follow, the door was slowly swung open and the two made their way down the wooden steps that softly squeaked under their weight. Even in the dim lighting Lenya found herself clutching to the banister until she reached the bottom. She was in the heart of the basement, her eyes slowly taking in her surroundings as the older woman began to talk. She spoke of the rules against going upstairs during the day, and the rules against making too much noise. She also informed her that when a signal was given, they were to hide.


    They.


    Glancing over, Lenya caught the attention of the young boy who was sitting across the room. He had been there the whole time, surely, watching her in silence. No doubt a boy around her age who was in the same predicament as herself. No introductions were given for him, instead the woman glanced over at him and then flashed Lenya a small smile. "Besser als allein zu sein, no?" Lenya could not seem to agree more, taking in the boy with warm regards. The thought of living within the darkness of the basement alone scared her as she descended the stairs. But seeing the boy brought light to her eyes. As if, for a short moment, she found hope within herself by simply looking at him. She was not alone, and that small fact was comforting enough.


    Listening as the older woman climbed the stairs, Lenya slowly walked towards the boy, her hands fiddling with her skirt. The whole situation was completely nerve wracking and she could not manage to hide it. Perhaps the boy felt the same way, sitting there with a girl walking towards him. But she gave him no time to speak his feelings as she managed to get the first word in. "Hallo," Her voice was quiet against the eery silence that filled the air. "My name is Lenya." she spoke in broken English, unaware of his background. He could've been from anywhere, fluent in any language. Maybe he didn't even understand English. Lenya barely managed, only knowing a few words and phrases from her parents who managed to teach themselves.


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    → I hope my post is okay! I added some German only because I thought it would be necessary. They are living in Germany, after all. I put the translations below. And, warning, they might not be completely accurate.
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    → 1,094
    → Faceclaims:
    → Old Woman [Margo] x
    → Translations:
    → Mädchen: Girl
    → Es ist: It is
    → Besser als allein zu sein: Better than being alone
    → Hallo: Hello

  • green leaғ (p)

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    [justify][font=times][color=black][sup][sup]I'm not sure. I thought I'd have it done over the weekend but something came up. I'll get it up as soon as I get the chance.