Posts by maximilian!

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he was alone. the sound of his breathing was the only thing to awaken his senses, in and out , in and out. it's rhyme pattern soothing. now, let's open our eyes.
our eyes are already open. why can't I see? why can't I see? he is alone. or so the darkness made him think. he did not feel pain, he did not remember how he got here, he was alone. the smooth cold stone below had helped to revive him from his deep slumber and now he was desperate to get to his feet. however, it was like his body had forgotten how to work and his frame shook violently as he tried to bring his feet to his chest to stand. he cried out although he felt no tension. he knew there was something different about him, and as he kay there trembling in the darkness he began to question did he go blind. then suddenly yogic seemed to kick in and his panic subsided just a little. he was blind. he must be in the hospital and ... but why was he on the ground? had he fallen from his bed? he cried out again, "doctor! hello! I - I think I've fallen. help!". again he tried to stand, his hands moving almost slithering across the ground as he looked for something to aid his sight. warmth. skin. a person.

he removed his hand, he didn't want to feel anyone up. he was shy and touching someone against their will was almost unthought of by the boy. "hello? are you a nurse? I'm so sorry but can you please - please" he stressed his words the thought of being blind causing him major distress now as implications were all he could think of, "help me."

sobbing wracked his body as he began to cry, "where am I? why won't you answer, did something happen to me? oh!" his fists balled but son turned to wrap themselves around his shoulders as he shivered on his knees, he was no closer to standing but he didn't care. he needed answers, he needed help.

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not as long as I'd like but I'd like to get a little more into it before I spill out loads of words, I can't say much right now!

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that's prefect! thank you for clearing that up. <3
I'll start working on my form now.

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not 100% sure how you want me to start but I'll begin with them having not met if that's cool

when the adrenaline kicked in I had felt as if I could run a hundred miles, laughing every step of the way. however now, my feet felt heavy and my chest burned as I tried to make myself move faster and faster. I didn't know what I was running from anymore, I had escaped any immediate danger I was in but I guess I just needed away. away from the blood of those I knew and once called friends, some even family. suddenly the world had ended, and my own world was no exception.

I was now alone. and to be honest I didn't know how I was going to cope in this situation. I knew I was going to but how, that puzzled me. still, I ran. my breathing rapid and slightly painful as I gasped huge mouthfuls of air into my chest to try and combat the stinging stitch forming in the left side of my body. the siting soon consumed me and I knew I'd have to stop. the concrete jungle seemed never ending but I had hopes of security if I just kept going. I wanted to go to the place that conveyed the most hope to me, the police station. they had guns and I needed guns. these things around me weren't like the dead ones I'd seen in movies, they walked slowly and didn't rot away the second the got the chance to. no. they could easily be mistaken for someone like me, a living breathing person still with sanity somewhat lodged in her brain. the only way I could tell them apart was the gurgling and grumbling sounds that escaped them, these primitive instinctive calls struck a little bit more fear into my heart every time I heard them.

as soon as the station came into sight I stopped running, I tried to slink forward but my heavy gulps of air where giving me away. I had to pause, crouching over until my hands rested on my bent knee caps I swallowed air like it was holy water. huge mouthfuls at a time, they came loud and heavy but right now I didn't care. the back of my legs burned and my chest felt like it was going to explode. air, I needed more air. I couldn't sit down, that would be a fools mistake. I had to keep on my feet, on my toes more like. alertness didn't come easy to me, I was a little clumsy and was better at making noise than avoiding it. but wait - what was that - they're back. oh god they're back.

the groaning was sharp, behind me. it was enraged. it was hungry. the dead eyes of a creature only described as chilling stared me down as I turned around. it began to move forward, and I began to run again. a look of pain was torn all over my face and I feel the desperate rise of panic in my stomach as I raved towards the station. the door was closed, was the door locked? I was about to find out. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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bubble tea,, && Shippertrash.
accepted! thank you for joining.

NICOTINE ✦ [grounded]
he's bae right now

stary.
yes, you can now apply for the brown eyed male!

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ooc-- that's totally right! are we going to have their hair change colour to match their element? I include it in my post but if you don't like that idea I don't mind changing it c:

his eyes widened, the feeling of tears welling up seemed to evaporate as he heard the girls voice. he outstretched his hand again just to feel her skin, but to his disappointment he couldn't grasp on to anything except emptiness. "I can't see you." he whispered, twice he repeated this phrase his voice quiet and monotone as he felt his eyes become heavy. she wasn't a nurse, he wasn't on hospital. oh god what sick joke was this. what was happening right now? "are you okay? are you hurt? ... what's your name?" her name was honestly the last thing on his mind but he needed some sense of normality and her name was something he grasped on to hearing deeply. "I'm Lay."

he took a break from his speech and focused on hearing where she was, how could she have moved so for away in just a second? in fact she probably hadn't moved at all, his mind was slowly deceiving him. starved from the light he crawled around, now facing the complete wrong direction. but there. there it was. the darkness began to lift ever so slightly but all at once he was blinding by whiteness. the juxtaposition of their situation made him shield his eyes frantically as he once again fell to the cold stone floor below. a sharp intake of breath indicating pain when really there was no pain at all.

he cursed under his breathe, assuming to come face to face with his kidnapped. however he was wrong, very wrong. upon slowly removing his hands from his face he gazed upon the girl behind him. the back of her hair all he could see. it was blue, her hair was blue. it was as bright as the light he had just shielding himself from but it was mesmerising. he scrambled forward, notching a stray piece of his own hair fall in front of his face. he had only recently dyed his hair blonde but there it was right in front of him. red hair. not the typical slightly ginger red hair but vivid pigmented red. his hands delicately touched his head which felt hotter than normal but the heat only brought his comfort. the corridor they were situated in was cold, drafty and drab. smooth stone covered the building and he could only see more tunnels like that in front of him and a wall to his back. they were stuck and he thanked the heavens he wasn't claustrophobic.

lay quickly discarded all these thoughts and focused himself on finally reaching the girl. "hey," he cooed trying to sound calmer than he had previously. "are you okay?" it was the only thing he could think to ask. it was the only thing he could think of.

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the hype for this role play thread is real

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I'm so glad everyone's excited because I am so ready to start this thing you have no idea !!

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a flood of relief soothed the boy as soon as she she said she was fine, "yeah, I'm okay too." he said that more to reassure himself than anything but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips as soon as she did too. "oh- this." he shook his head a little, he looked to the ground a small hint of his shyness returning. "I don't know how this happened," he placed his hand on the back of his head and grinned, "hope it looks good!" he joked, unaware if this was a appropriate time for joking or not. he felt nervous, like someone was watching them. "should we - maybe - go on?" he looked at her and stared towards the tunnel indicting that is what he meant. he could now see the tunnel separating to give them the option of left or right, the shadows cast seemed to dance and nerve him even more. "to be honest," he whispered leaning in a little closer to the girl, ensuring privacy, "I don't know what to do." he stared into her eyes. his hands were know clenched together, his fingers intertwined signalling his nervous feelings.

then almost as soon as he finished speaking the cracklings of a microphone being set up boomed through the tunnel, creating a shake echo that was not sore on the ears but loud none the less. [b]"move forward, if you want to live. this is a test. you must figure out each puzzle on your own. I'll be watching you every step of the way. good luck." the voice was monotone and dull, it sounded generated on a computer, harsh and un-human. while the voice was speaking Lay had been shakily looking around the tunnel, his eyes focused on one spot as he listened intently.

now he spoke, "oh my god, we have to -" he stopped himself, she has heard the message just as well as he had and she probably didn't want him to recite it to her again. "here," Lay hopped to his feet gently stretching out his hand, "let me help you up." he tried to sound helpful, he wanted to be in control. help the damsel in distress and return home a hero. however right now, he seemed she was more confident than him.

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that's great!

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jesus your post was fabulous

I didn't even have a weapon to my name, I had lost my small but highly effective blade in a struggle only a matter of hours ago. and I couldn't shake the feeling of terror after being so close to death ever since. usually I was the dominant one, usually I was in control. but when something that you've seen rip apart another human is breathing literally down your neck, and all you can hear is gurgling and the sound of teeth snapping every so closely to your skin you think of what is to come - them to only further disembowel and consume your flesh while your heart still beats your own vital blood around your body and as that blood oozes out on to the ground and it runs along the pavement and it .. stop. stop thinking about it. my thoughts rambled as I approached the door however they drove me on in some way. and here I was innocently thinking your life was supposed to flash by in a mesmerising dream of elegance and all things good before you die. death was a fact that I had almost accepted now, I couldn't run anymore. I couldn't fight. I just couldn't. I, Amelia Jane Clark, had given up. exhaustion had taken it's toll on me, it's grip was tighter than any damned dead thing.

suddenly, the door opened. it just opened. I don't remember seeing anyone open it but oh - there he was. my knight in shining armour. I just collapsed as soon as he touched me. human touch.that was something I craved, and I wanted more. I just needed him to soothe me, and as I lay on the floor thr sound of my heavy breathing was now not the only sound I was making. tears of relief and god knows what other emotion just dropped and I couldn't stop them. well, I didn't even try.

my lips were so dry, each luxurious breathe became a whole new level of pain as flaky whisps of my skin pulled from what was supposed to be moisturised plump lips. I tentatively placed a finger on my cracked bottom lip and felt the dryness instantly. but that was a past worry. I now had someone, we were going I survive together! we were going to be okay! I hadn't even heard the roughness in his voice when he spoke, but I choked on my words coughing a little before a smile lit up my horrid, pasty features. "thank you." it was probably the most meaningful phrase I'd ever said. I owed my life to this man, he was and until he proved me wrong by being something ridiculous like a blood sucking leech - my hero.

a ridiculous giggle left my mouth and I closed my eyes, this feeling of happiness seemed never ending. I let my eyes - which should have been twinkling if this situation was ideal - gaze upon the man she had rescued me. this was like a fairytale. every girl wanted to be a princess, forget the location it was all about wearing the crown. he was tall, but everyone is tall when you're lying on the ground, and he was blond. yeah, my suspicions were right. I'm looking at Prince Charming. my high feelings were making a little ditzy, another child like giggle rolled of my tongue as I stared him down. before like a shy little girl looking quickly away from her school yard crush I turned my head and wheezed some more. not my perfect way to become a princess but it would have to do.
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finished!

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"right," the boy answered as he watched her raise her brow, "hopefully it's the right answer." he tried to smile but cringed a little. he usually didn't make jokes but suddenly he was a comedian. nerves I guess. he shook his head, trying to forget that came out of his mouth and dragged his feet over to her. his eyes were on the ground as he was a little embarrassed but none the less, he had a job to do.

lays deep brown eyes surveyed the are, he had randomly chosen right but it would have been a better idea to take a look at the routes before picking. they both looked identical however, his eyes only being able to see so for the unneeded ended in darkness, or another turn that he could not se by the shadows cast eerily on the stone walls masked around them. he could only dream about there they were. underground? maybe even thrown into outer space as test dummies. either way he was terrified. even if he was on some hidden game show where his best friend would pop out of the wall disguised as the stone itself, he was still terrified. however something made him feel like this was more sinister than a game show and that johnny wasn't going to he here any time soon.

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all done with rhydian! sorry it's kind of sucky, my muse was not at it's best.

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<3

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I have to make her wounded, I just have too cx
ooh and don't mind me switching back to third person, I find myself constantly writing that way anyways and then going back to edit it so for my own sanity I'll go back to my roots

enough of merely sitting on the ground like a slave, Amelia was now in her own mind a princess and should not be seen squatting on the ground like this. from this very unladylike position she was in, the princess' own eyes didn't not see the lusting trail his eyes left down her body. her uncommon happy go lucky smile was carved into her facial expressions as her trusting eyes found their way back to his own after they had finished taking her in. she already felt comforted being in his presence, and by the look of the state of the room around her, he obviously knew how to wield a gun. something quite attractive in a man during the apocalypse.

then he spoke, his voice cool and oh so charming. she settled further into her warped reality that he indeed was something special and the title Prince Charming suited him much better than Lestat. however she could not deny that his name sounded fancier than her own, maybe she should lie. no no. Amelia couldn't keep up with her own lies if she was the last person on earth. that last person on earth. that is what she was until she met ... Lestat. that name had to be changed, Charming was the only thing that suited him now. "Amelia." she didn't bother with her last name, she had to preserve some of herself.

"okay, okay," she murmured to herself before ripping her gaze away from his hauntingly beautiful eyes of the only thing living in this room. she was now focused on getting up, and the preparation that involved with the large festering wound on her left kneecap. the pain had never left her ever since she began to ran and torn the hard covering, the scab, protecting her from infection. now it oozed blood, ever so slowly, but none the less it was there. she could feel its sticky presence clinging to her sweatpants and because of there light gray colour she feared it would ever begin to seep through gradually. she shivered roughly for a second as she began to rise herself of the ground, the sharp feeling of pain trickling though her body. it's origin throbbing and pulsating violently. teeth gritted she wondered how she'd ever managed to run as long as she had. it seemed to feel like all the pain from that time where she had felt nothing except exhaustion was coming back all at once. she clenched her fists and flopped ungracefully back into her heap. her nails, slightly longer than she would have liked, piercing the skin of her palm in an attempt to somehow reduce the pain in her knee.

to no avail, Amelia was struck down once again as her sharply cut nails tore easily into the soft flesh of her hand. although these oddly numbered wounds were nothing in comparison to that on her knee, they too stung and she instinctively brought them to her mouth to 'kiss it better'. her hands easily covered the hurt look on her face, but her eyes as they welled up with tears did not mask her feelings of vulnerability. "no," she whined, "no." in response to his question. she fell upon his eyes once more, "I'm not okay." she was not stupid however and assumed he could already tell that but she needed to say it. her naturally straight hair, although he looked messy and tangled fell around her face and shielded her a little. Amelia didn't like being in this state, her controlling nature was demanding she look after herself but that was the only thing she had - her sanity. she has lost all strength to fight anything herself and was sure the oozing sore on her knee would surely be the death of her if it wasn't treated. she didn't want to turn. she didn't want to die. she didn't want him not to be called Charming. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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tracking for now, have to go find a fancy cx

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bump for stary
I'd really like to begin c:

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