i think a cure would be a great idea. like uh,,, people are on the VERGe of death maybe and they have to find a cure??
i think this would have a better effect as well. a lot of people wouldn't be willing to play a plague-infected character, if it eventually kills them off, so if we did this there'd have to be some sort of cure to be found as well?
yeah i agree w/ a cure, & like maybe if ur character finds the cure you get a badge? idk i feel like badges make people more inclined to join in
i just ate like 5 peeps speak of the devil,,,, and diabetes
i've never heard that song ahh is it good??
i think i posted like once i'm not too sure
OH double pOST but i have not posted in the ooc one
also tracking
[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify]Adelaide does not like to sleep in, in fact, Adelaide rarely sleeps at all. She is afraid of the dark and all of its' unusual tendencies, and so she chooses to avoid falling victim to the night and its' unpredictable choices. When she is asleep, she is in a paralyzed like state and is completely oblivious to her surroundings. If she falls too deep into dreams and on occasion, nightmares she is not sure she will wake up. Her sleeping schedule is spontaneous and unplanned, and she sleeps through a series of naps that she takes throughout the day. She never sleeps during the night, however, and prefers to hide beneath brush and heavy trees until the first of morning light makes its' appearance.
Adelaide approaches, next to nobody in particular, and she is uncomfortable already. The loud noises, the heat that every clan member gives off makes it feel like her skin is tight and unfitting. There is an unsteady beat in her head getting louder and louder, and she can feel her breathing increase and decrease as the epitome of a broken metronome. She nods her congratulations rather than speaking them, and turns to walk away assuming all announcements are done. She changes her mind, knowing that there might be more, and she sits down again.
She is focusing on her breathing, on cooling her body heat off as those around her fidget from where they are seated.
[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify]She does not mind merging clans, though it means more clanmates to avoid and less silence filling the air, it also means more members which aids the clan as a whole. She knows better than to be selfish with her space, as much as she would like to be, and finds solitude in places where she can get it. The territory is large enough for her to find silence and peace in the sea's rhythmic currents, a tune that she has memorized in her head. It is steady, almost like an angel's song and unlike her erratic heartbeat, and so she has all the lyrics that the ocean sings down in her head. When she is upset, or her head or heart hurts a little too much, she repeats the lyrics in her head. Over and over, and eventually she is so concentrated on the tune that she forgets all around her. On times when tears do not leak from her forest eyes, she is learning the memorize the tune again and again, and although it is regular it still does change with time. Everyday there is a new ocean song for her to memorize, and for her to use.
Adelaide is taken aback by the sudden display of aggression, and she is unsure what to do. She wants to tell him to sing the song of the sea, but she is not sure if he has it memorized as she does. The selfish part of her wants him to not, because it is her song and her lyrics. They are her own, not his. She does not want him angry, however, because when her peers are angry they are unpredictable. She does not like the unpredictable.
"Then why are you tearing up your reflection?" Adelaide does not really speak, and she feels unsafe where she is standing far from the male. She is not sure if he will hurt her, because rules rarely ever stop anyone. She breaks the rules, and she considers herself as pure as possible.
ahh hi crim!! idk if u remember but i played shots and i'm actually still playing marlene rn!!!
IF U BRING SOLA BACK PLZ BLESS ME,, W A MOTHER DAUGHTER THREAD W/ MARLENE
yes,,, lets do it
i can make the thread if u do bring her back!!!!
ALSO PEEP PYRE AT GRAY X ADDY THREAD
[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify]hey ya'll, i have adelaide here and i kinda want to torture her physically for plot development b/c i like to play/have more muse with injured characters
i don't mind what your character does to her other than blinding her/deafening her/removing more than one limb/killing her but really any other maiming is fine!!! i would also like your posts to be at least 500+ words or attempts to match muse b/c i tend to stick to those kind of threads longer <3
she wouldn't bother fighting back since she doesn't rlly know how to, and i'd prefer your character captures/returns her to the territory after the torture & the torture can be open or private i don't rlly mind
thanks!!
jadelaide maybe??
that actually has a really nice ring to it
nO fuck no no
bUT if she was gatorade she'd be the cool blue flavor
cuz thats my favorite and i love addy
[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify]It burns. It burns. It burns. It is like she has taken a straight shot of vodka, but she has not. She misses Talia, she misses her siblings, and there is a void in the place where they once were. She tries, she tries so fucking hard to forget them but she cannot, because they are not there and there is a straight arrow stuck in her heart. She wants them back but they are gone. They are gone. They are gone. She knows that missing them only causes more pain, more heartache, but she is haunted by the ghost of them. She does not like to be haunted. She prays, prays for the ghosts to go away but they do not.
She wanted her relationship with them to be like gum, the way it feels, a masquerade behind her teeth. The way it tastes and the way into burrows into her tongue and sits there. The thing about gum is, she can spit it out, leave it wherever it lands and move on. She wants her relationship with the ghosts that haunt her to be like that, but they are not. They are persistent, an itch that she cannot scratch and a fly that won't go away because she is honey. She misses them, and she knows that there is little chance of their return.
She is weak and sad and lonely and a tragedy. She wants to find someone she can invest her everything and all in, but there is nobody that provides that kind of safety. She wants someone who can be her right hand, a shoulder to lean on and cry on and someone to hug when important things happen and cry on when they go the opposite. She is scared, scared of the dark and the moon and ice and fire and her biggest fear of all is emotions. She does not like emotions, they are tugging on her and pulling on her and she cannot turn them off. She wants an off switch, but she is in a dark room without a flashlight. She cannot find it. She wants to be emotionless again, uncaring, but she can't. She can't be because the ones she loved disappeared and now, now she cannot find them.
She is screaming, crying and a mess. Her green eyes are not bright anymore, there is no light in them and they are not the epitome of curiosity. She is not entranced by the sand and the ocean and she is not trying to memorize the song it sings. She is not trying to calm the pounding in her head to a steady beat she can keep up with. She is not searching for butterflies or counting the stars or waiting for her heartstrings to heal. She knows none of those things will make it go away, none of them will distract her except for crying. Everytime she thinks about it, everytime she thinks about how alone she is in the dark and pale moonlight, or how she is guilty of leaving them when she could have had them all to herself. How she escaped a chance of happiness, genuine and blissful happiness, she cries. She cries more.
She likes to cry, when her tears are of little things like waking up in the morning and seeing rain, or a crushed butterfly or counting lesser stars than she did the other day before drifting off to sleep. She likes to cry because those things are sad, but they do not sting. They do not linger. For a second when those things happen, she feels a pain but it is not sharp. Crying is okay because her tears are like the ocean and her sniffles are the melody that the waves chime and sing. But this crying- this is not okay. She wants it to be over, she wants to be held and looked at and told that she is loved and she wants the satisfaction of knowing that if she falls, there will be someone there to catch her.
There is not this time.
omg mE
yALL im so hungry and i just ate,, dinner someone save me
[center][fancypost=border-width:0px; width: 500px; text-align: justify]She does not know the girl that stands in their territory.
Her gray white fur is unfamiliar and stranger like to Adelaide, pale cerulean eyes an unknown gaze that she has yet to reach. Adelaide watches her external struggle with the sun, and from where she stands behind a mess of trees and brush, it is actually quite humorous. Adelaide likes the sun, its' warm rays and surreal ability to raise life from the ground. Literally. The husky speaks, and Adelaide's ears are noticeably forwards. Adelaide does not know her- but from the way she holds herself and the way she spits the words out, it is almost as if she is supposed to.
Because she does.
The former second tier of Bloodclan knows Sola, remembers her from the history books that they leave around carelessly. Of course, Adelaide never really cared to learn, but she knows the name from mindless reading. Sola- a former leader if her memories served her right, but she does not know why she is here. In The Rift. By the ocean when Bloodclan is located so far away near the desert.
She is soon to see her mother come into view, and from there on she moves out from under the violent mass of trees that threaten to trample her into eyesight. She knows why she was in hiding, because she is not fearless and courageous and willing to sacrifice her life for her curiosity. She does not speak to strangers unless spoken to, and an answer is rare from Adelaide. She is slowly learning and getting a grip on the nerves that roll and scream at her from her stomach, but every time she enters earshot of another living being she feels as if she is drowning. As if the ocean's waves are rolling over and over her again and again and she does not know how to swim because she doesn't. She is afraid because she does not know how to fight and hold her ground and, God, people are so unpredictable. She is afraid of getting hurt because she does not want to be the one to see her blood all over the sand.
She does not want to see her limp body on the ground from where she stands in heaven, if she even goes there, or if there is an afterlife.
The trainee stays silent for a few moments, watching the girl through slightly narrowed eyes as she tries to guess her story. She does not know her story, what she is doing here, but she likes to guess. She likes to guess because it is better than being caught of guard by something that she does not realize. She likes to guess because it brings her one step closer to understanding someone, making them less unpredictable and less huge and like monsters. It makes her feel like she is not drowning, when she guesses.
But for the female in front of her, Adelaide comes up blank because she does not know. She does not know why she is here and not in Bloodclan, which is supposed to be her home. She does not know why this girl's name is written all over the history books as a former leader, but she is not there leading.
She does not speak because she does not know. She does not know why she is here or what she is doing on their territory. She knows it is best to stay quiet because sometimes she says things that she doesn't mean to say.
And you can't take words back.
/ rip i just had a muse buRST im sorry
ahh hi!!
AH i gotta be more active here too
AHH rip addy
imAGINE if she got the std tho from sleeping w/ gray
addy: um what the HELL is this
gray:
addy:
addy: u better fuckin tell me, speak up
gray: isleptwithjulianpleasedontbemadatme
addy: what
addy: excuse me
addy: go to hell plz
gray: i'm already in-
addy: don't
addy would b the one killing gray if mal doesn't get to him first
gray: it was good sex tho
addy: excuse me
addy: please don't go there
gray: it WAS
addy: ihy plz give me space
addy: three seconds later
addy: ok i forgive u buy me flowers and chocolate
