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  • youtubers??

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    [justify][font=times][color=white][sup][sup]Same! I only just started watching her videos about a month ago, but I'm totally hooked!

  • ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴇᴅᴇɴ [ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ⟶ ʟᴀᴍɪᴀ] ᴛʜɪs ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ


    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; letter-spacing:5px][align=center][font=bookman oldstyle][color=black]Clyde Dane O'Riley[hr][size=8][/fancypost]
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    [justify][font=times][color=black][sup][sup]Surprise had washed over the three boys as her lips slowly parted, her rough voice filling the air once more, however this time in a language they could understand. A small accent that they had never heard before had lined the strange words, but was quickly overlooked as her words for accounted for and comprehended. "You toy with me as though I am an animal going to the slaughter. I am not." The reason of why she was comparing herself to an animal stood evident alone, however the terminology of slaughter as a place rose questions in Clyde's mind. He had never heard that word used before in that context, and so he stood unfamiliar with her simile like a small schoolchild. Perhaps they had learned that in school when he was too busy giving his attention to something else more idle. That had always seemed to happen to him a lot.


    "Shoot me. Fear is one of a man's greatest weaknesses. Luckily, I am no man." she spoke again, continuing her brave speech in times of hidden desperation. As if her bravery would be rewarded and mercy taken into consideration because of it. But she was right. She was no man, and that much was clear with the way she stood. Women had that ability, to stand unique amongst men. The simplest thing down to the way they place their feet when still. Her hair was dark and long, past her shoulders which sat back even against the restraints. And her eyes sparkled in a way that no man could ever be capable of. Not of lust but of something more. "Shoot me. You will not get what you want." A growl of satisfaction that she now had the upper hand even though restricted and vulnerable towards their torture. Which Clyde still stood weary towards, even though he was running out of options.


    Watching her carefully, he waited to make sure she was finished before speaking himself. A calm tone that presented no anger towards her recent defiance and quick outsmarted comment. "I never said I was going to shoot you." A small chuckle escaped his pink lips before he trailed off, glancing over at Jefferson and Xavier who stood there in confusion. They weren't up to his current antics, and quite honestly, neither was he. He was simply rolling with what he was being given. "Like you said, it wouldn't give me what I want." He indirectly directed this towards Xavier, who stood with a clenched jaw, struggling to control his quick temper. If his girlfriend wasn't killed by a grounder he would've been a different boy standing in the room.


    Clearing his throat, he spoke again. "You're going to answer my questions truthfully. And, if you chose not to comply, then expect the bridge blown up by dawn with several of your people going up in flames with it." They weren't going to blow it up within a few days due to gun powder being scarce in supply. But if she wasn't going to be willing to comply, then he was willing to cut to the chase and blow it up early. They had enough gun powder to do some damage.


    OOC:
    → Jefferson x
    → Xavier x

  • Pɪɴᴋ Pᴀɴᴛs, Aᴍᴏɴɢ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Fʟᴀᴍʙᴏʏᴀɴᴛ Tʜɪɴɢs (ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ Sᴜɴᴅᴀᴇ)

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    [justify][font=times][color=white][sup][sup]I had a similar idea.


    A princess is married off to a prince from another kingdom and all the while is deeply in love with a blacksmith she met while out in the kingdom unbeknownst to her mother and father. A general plot but I'm sure we can work out the details.

  • ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴇᴅᴇɴ [ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ⟶ ʟᴀᴍɪᴀ] ᴛʜɪs ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ


    [fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; letter-spacing:5px][align=center][font=bookman oldstyle][color=black]Clyde Dane O'Riley[hr][size=8][/fancypost]
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    [justify][font=times][color=black][sup][sup]Feet scattered among the hallway, leaving no gap that beckoned for escape. The walls remained soaked with secrets and no desire to split apart and offer an escape that would cause the criminals to be free of their crimes for a few minutes before they were caught. There wasn't a single escape from the law on the Ark besides a few drop ships that were complicated and risky to use. But that option was never spoken out of fear that those ideas would form into actions. That perhaps someone would take it far enough to actually drop themselves to a foreign planet in which was more dangerous than their fate on the Ark.


    "Clyde Dane O'Riley and Xavier Wes Benson, you are under arrest for possession of illegal substances and selling of illegal substances." The feet slowly came closer as muscles became tense under the clothing that concealed the white flesh of the guilty. They had done wrong and there was no denying that simple truth that was proven true under the watching eyes of the Ark. With no means of escape there were no secrets that could be kept for long. Even the walls spoke the secrets that made them heavy. Everyone against each other when it came down to it, even the floor and the walls.


    "There's no where to run, boys." That much was true, with tasers aimed and threatening the boys who were scanning the area like a lion looking for prey. Although they were no more than gazelles in the moment, surrounded by hungry lions, their claws out and ready to spill blood. "Give up." That was one thing that they couldn't do. Defeat contradicted their personalities and felt foreign in their systems. So bodies thrashed as cuffs were quickly places around their wrists without any ease. A caged lion thrashing around its small cage. A gazelle thrashing in a lions mouth, desperate for freedom.


    It simply took one bullet to send the bridge up in flames, along with the many grounders that would be crossing that evening. It was a heavy threat with heavy consequences but there seemed to be no light on the other side. Until, of course, the girl sank in defeat and offered information. A small flicker, a very small flame struggling to survive, just lit within the darkness. A flame for them, darkness for the grounders, unless both parties united in peace. That was Clyde's hope, that one day soon, there would be a resolution to the fighting. However, a friendship was nearly out of the question at the moment.


    "What do you want to know?"


    A small smile was placed on his lips as he parted them to speak, pleased with her current revelation. She had taken into account that they were quite serious, and knew what was best when it came to her fate as well as her peoples. That was admirable, and caused Clyde to ponder whether he would do the same as her. Most certainly, there was no question. He was just as devoted to his people as she was to hers, even though they were contrastingly different. They were no where as civilized, however there ways proved to be doing them well. They were surviving well in the harsh climate, it seemed.


    A loud knock was at the entrance, before the door was swung open and a girl popped her head through. The same girl who was examining the little girl with the broken jaw. Her eyes flickered towards the grounder for a second, fear flashing before her until she shook it off and turned her attention towards Clyde. "She is asking for you." The little girl with the broken jaw. Asking for him in a shrill cry and a pointed finger. Seeing his hesitation, she adds, "You've got to come down. She's having a fit and it's only going to make it worse." Her jaw, which was as delicate as a poisonous flower.


    Turning towards the grounder, Clyde cleared his throat. "I'll be right back." This wasn't just for her, it was for Jefferson and Xavier who stood still, taking in his words. He was leaving and they would be left alone with her. But Clyde was capable of reading Xavier's mind, adding, "Don't try anything." Slowly, he descended the ladder and was out of sight.


    OOC:
    → Jefferson x
    → Xavier x
    → The medic x
    → The little girl x

  • Pɪɴᴋ Pᴀɴᴛs, Aᴍᴏɴɢ Oᴛʜᴇʀ Fʟᴀᴍʙᴏʏᴀɴᴛ Tʜɪɴɢs (ᴘʟᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ Sᴜɴᴅᴀᴇ)

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    [justify][font=times][color=white][sup][sup]So being that in Europe during medieval times the only major church was the Catholic church, I think we should have that be the religion of the realms. And, as far as the relationships go between the two kingdoms that are being united in marriage, I think they should be rather friendly towards each other. Perhaps the history between them is good, and perhaps they've always been allies. But the prince is young and naive and can't understand why the princess acts so distant towards him because unbeknownst to him, she is in love with your character. Which brings me to another idea. How the servants are treated. What do you think?

  • My my I do believe we have meet | ADVANCED PLOTTING | haven't we?

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    [justify][font=times][color=white][sup][sup]Okay, I thought up a small idea!


    A family comes to stay with their friends for a short period of time due to the fact that they haven't seen each other in quite a while. The two girls of the family in that period of time grow very close, and eventually fall in love.


    It's a very broad idea but we can add details, of course!

  • sʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ sᴍɪʟᴇs [ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ⟶ ᴢᴏᴍʙɪᴇ ʙᴏʏ] ɪ ʟᴀᴜɢʜ

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    [justify][font=times][color=black][sup][sup]With knurled fingers enveloped in wrinkles soft brown hair was delicately pinned back until there wasn't a stand threatening to conceal the pretty face that patiently watched her own reflection in the mirror. Watching quietly as the ends of her hair that were fixed into tight curls were precisely placed against her narrow shoulders that sat straight and slightly back. It was important for a woman to have impeccable posture, for she was like a diamond on display when out in public, especially if not wedded, which this young woman was not. Unlike her older sister who swore her love for a wealthy man who pursued her the minute they were introduced. However love was quick to fade from her heart unbeknownst to anyone due to her vows which she swore to never break until the day she would perish from the world. And perhaps she was perishing within the depths of her own misery which kept Elsie from searching for love like her sister had foolishly done after insisted from their mother.


    Completing the attire with a delicate pearl headband that matched a simple pearl necklace, Elsie leaned forward to examine herself in the mirror, a small smile of satisfaction reaching her lips after a few short moments. There was no doubt that she would look presentable enough to the coming visitors who would be staying in their home for the summer. It had been many years since the two dear families have come face to face, due to the long distance between their homes which was rather cumbersome to travel. However letters proved unable to satisfy and therefore the summer was reserved to their guests which were to arrive within the near hour. An hour that could not be spent lingering when there was work to be done around the home, to reassure that it was presentable. The sound of scuffling footsteps could be heard below as her family hurriedly tended to their chores and the orders excitedly shouted by their mother who had declared that if she were not to faint it would be a miracle.


    Slowly standing, Elise nodded to the older woman who took a step back, awaiting a compliment or a complaint which Elsie was rare to give. She was easily pleased with what she was given, and she expressed this with a simple smile. "Thank you." she spoke, her voice gentle against the silence which enveloped the small bedroom. "You never cease to shoot into the brown when it comes to making me look like a bit o' jam." This compliment was received with a warm smile and a gracious nod, allowing Elsie to pass without another word spoken. With quiet footsteps, she made her way down the stairs where she was greeted with her younger siblings racing around the decorative table shouting at each other. If one was to bump into the wood, a pot of flowers would spill and create a mess on the dark red carpet underneath. "What is the meaning behind this quarreling?" Elsie was quick to intrude, stepping between the two children who grew quiet. "Mother wouldn't be pleased."


    After a few long moments of silence, the little girl spoke up, explaining, "He cheated at our card game." There was a sense of regret that flashed before her eyes as she realized that perhaps it was not worth to fight over such a game, however the bickering continued again after she spoke. The two, their voices rising until Elsie took initiative, controlling the situation once more in fear that if her mother were to arrive, it would only stress her more. "Our guests are going to arrive shortly, no doubt. Go on and make yourselves useful before mother faints from all your shouting." They complied with no further words, each going their separate ways to ensure that they wouldn't start another argument. Elsie took this with a small sigh, making her way once more towards the front door that stood open ajar. Her mother stood on the porch, antsy in anticipation.


    "I had thought that perhaps they had arrived." her mother spoke, aware of her daughter who had only taken one small step out the door. It wasn't until she shook her head that she turned around, facing Elsie who stood in the shade that protected her from the summer heat. "It's been so long." she admitted, her hands intertwined together in a nervous manner that caused Elsie to think that perhaps her mother was nervous for this reunion. She couldn't deny that she felt a small inkling of excitement within her heart. How much they had to catch up on in so little time. However, unlike her mother, she held no doubts that the family would be less that satisfied and that things would return back to normal, as if they had never left one an others presence for so long.


    OOC:
    → Comments:
    → Sorry it is so long. I kind of got into it with my high muse.
    → Word count:
    → 814
    → Faceclaims:
    → Mother [Helen] x
    → Younger brother [Richard] x
    → Younger sister [Carrie] x
    → Handmaiden [Marjory] x
    → Translations:
    → To shoot into the brown: To fail.
    → Bit o' jam: A pretty woman.