Posts by HELLBENT

[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://pics.livejournal.com/demented_koneko/pic/003t54k1); background-size: 100% 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]At the call, Eleanor appeared in the doorway, wearing her pants and a grey undershirt. She tilted her head, a smug smile creeping up on her face. She'd gone to scavenge for food, but unfortunately there wasn't much, at least not enough to support the both of them. "Hm, I don't know, you look nice all tied up," the bed shifted as she crawled up beside him, reaching over to undo his bindings despite her words. They'd inevitably have to move on, but she didn't mind sticking around for a while longer. One more night wouldn't hurt, at least so he could recover a little.

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://pics.livejournal.com/demented_koneko/pic/003t54k1); background-size: 100% 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]She went stiff at the peck on the cheek, watching as he left to use the bathroom. The action didn't help all the conflict she felt, quickly pushing it to the back of her mind and falling face-first into the bed, curling up while trying to ignore the light streaming in. All the suspense from last night, from making the trek to sleeping with Jean, it all had left her drained. Eleanor wasn't the type to sleep when she should be up and awake, but she needed a quick break; besides, there wasn't much to be expected of her anymore. Blinking against the sleepiness, she shrugged at the question.

"There's not too much. Maybe some toast and eggs?" really, the nausea she was experiencing didn't make the idea of breakfast very pleasant. She'd probably just fix it for him-or tell him to do it himself-and take a small nap.

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://pics.livejournal.com/demented_koneko/pic/003t54k1); background-size: 100% 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]She'd expected him to go downstairs, not to feel the bed dip and his body against her's, a groan about to leave her lips. She wasn't up for more, otherwise she'd end up vomiting. Yet the arms snaking around her middle felt anything but desiring, more affectionate than anything. It wasn't unwanted, but it did seem like that by her reaction, tensing up in his embrace. His words struck her deep, the truth in his voice shaking her up.

After a tense moment of no movement, Eleanor turned onto her side, facing him and burying her face in his chest. She didn't want him to see her slowly turning into a mess. "I love you, too," she had hoped he wouldn't notice that she was crying, but the croaking of her usually stable voice gave it away. She had really wanted to ask him why, after everything she'd done.

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://pics.livejournal.com/demented_koneko/pic/003t54k1); background-size: 100% 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]She was glad that the matter wasn't pressed further, focusing on the moment at hand. The gentle gestures warmed up her chest, making her appreciate him for himself, lifting her head to admire his features. Her eyes were puffy and red at the edges, but a small smile graced her face. She laid a hand against his cheek and gently kissed the tip of his nose. Setting her head back down, Eleanor closed her eyes, hoping to get some sleep before having to confront cooking breakfast.

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://pics.livejournal.com/demented_koneko/pic/003t54k1); background-size: 100% 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]Eleanor groaned as she was shook awake, painfully aware of the pain coursing through her stomach. She slowly opened her eyes, sitting up and rubbing at her face, bitter over being woken up. She turned her glare over towards Jean with a cocked eyebrow, like she was waiting for an explanation. "What? What's going on?" she questioned. When foot-steps thudded across the roof, she froze, her mind scrambling to figure out a way to escape. She wasn't going to let either of them be captured.

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this is me af

so track
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Caleb could take Irin under his wing/adopt her as a younger sister bc she's a scared smol
then he'd accidentally drag her into his drama whoops (i need some drama with her anyway)
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://pics.livejournal.com/demented_koneko/pic/003t54k1); background-size: 100% 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]Eleanor jumped up, hurrying to help him move it. She planted her shoulder against it, pushing hard and gritting her teeth, the furniture's legs scratching the floor. She stood back, her breaths labored. She was frustrated with how weak she'd suddenly gotten. Ignoring the aching in her lungs, she straightened up and glanced around the room, unsure what they should do next. There was the loud thumping of footsteps on the floor downstairs, reaching the stairs and climbing up towards the rooms.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]oooh thank you
i hope you're enjoying your day, too (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥

totally! i have no ideas myself tbh. i'd be happy with any plots so c:
who makes?
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also sort of dittoing dovey, or i just lost muse for my characters is all
eh
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://pics.livejournal.com/demented_koneko/pic/003t54k1); background-size: 100% 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]She leaned against the dresser, jolting as the door was being forced open. She glanced over at the shoes being dumped on the bed, an idea coming to mind when she looked up towards the window, leaving her place to swipe the curtains aside. Picking up one of the shoes, she stood back before launching the shoe at the window, the glass shattering at the impact. Eleanor shoved Jean towards the window, carefully kicking away what glass was left.

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://pics.livejournal.com/demented_koneko/pic/003t54k1); background-size: 100% 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]Eleanor felt awful for urging him out the window, especially with his evident fear, but she wasn't sure if there was much else they could do. Besides, she wouldn't just roll over like a mutt. She'd opened her mouth to retort when the voice on the other side of the door interrupted her. It was all too familiar, a dark look falling over her face when she realized, turning as the door was finally broken down. "Glad you could make it," she muttered, evil intent on her face.

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://pics.livejournal.com/demented_koneko/pic/003t54k1); background-size: 100% 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]Bertholdt walked in after Reiner, gently smiling down at Eleanor, who shook her head and sighed. She couldn't say they weren't wanted, but they could have at least had a more graceful appearance. "I'll just take that as a compliment," she ducked out of the way as shoes began to fly in their direction, cursing under her breath about how it had nearly hit her. She would've stopped him, but his attempts at protecting them was pretty cute, even though it wasn't needed.

"Hey, Reiner, be careful!" Bertholdt exclaimed, watching his friend trap the other male underneath him. She simply stood back, though, staring down at the pair. "At least his antics are amusing. You'd probably just make sex jokes and awful puns,"

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]woot woot!
congrats to everyone!!
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://pics.livejournal.com/demented_koneko/pic/003t54k1); background-size: 100% 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]She sat down beside Jean, laying a hand on his knee in a reassuring manner. She had caught a glimpse at his uneasy expression, the tension practically radiating off him. It made her feel pathetic to have his feelings rub off on her so easily, but she'd put up with it, at least for his sake. "Yes, you can thank Jean for that," she replied, surprisingly leaving out the part where he'd been blinded. He'd been embarrassed and overwhelmed enough.

Bertholdt nodded, thankful that they hadn't found them with the other scouts. But it probably wouldn't be long until their absence would be noticed. "What are you two going to do now? Stay out here?" he questioned, concerned for their safety. They'd be found eventually if they were to stick around so close to the wall, but venturing out so far would be incredibly dangerous.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]track
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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://pics.livejournal.com/demented_koneko/pic/003t54k1); background-size: 100% 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]Eleanor's chest seemed to be squeezed at the thought of home. It would have been nice to go back, but there wasn't anything but death waiting for her there. Heaving a drawn-out sigh, she listened to his plan, deciding that it was their best bet. It was suicide, yet she couldn't think of anything better. She lowered her head, staring down at her fists clenched in her lap, not daring to meet Jean's eyes. "Alright. Tomorrow, then,"

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[align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; height: auto][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 400px; borderwidth: 0px; float: left; width: 100px; height: 100px; margin-left: 0pt; margin-right: 10px; margin-top: 5px; background:url(http://pics.livejournal.com/demented_koneko/pic/003t54k1); background-size: 100% 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][justify][size=7pt][font=verdana]Bertholdt had turned to leave, but whirled back around at the yell, met with Jean's fist to his chest. He held him back by the shoulders, trying to calm him down before he did something he'd regret. "Calm down! It's alright," he tried to soothe, but the other male was ripped away, Eleanor wrapping her arms around his waist.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]here's the sucky thread ;w;
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[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; bordercolor=; width: 375px;][justify]yeah, that sounds cool
i can help with the guide if you need it (not a lot tho rip)
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