Posts by Dawnhearts

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    17 YRS – NEW MEXICO - MALE - POST 4

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    ooc: that, my dear, is completely up to you! i would be stoked either way and i think that no matter what the outcome both would be really fun to rp. whomever you think would fit each role best! i don't mind at all.
    ic: I walk back towards Gus with my hands in my pockets. We both had our 'off' days, and they weren't ever pleasant despite the different ways they might affect us."Oh... That sucks. Do you just want to rest, or hangout? If you aren't feeling up to it, we don't have to play a game." If he didn't want to play, I didn't want to play. Honestly I was just glad to be outside of the building and whatever we decided on doing would be fine by me.

    Éric Martel



    [font=arial]ooc;; nice song c:


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    The interior of the tattoo shop itself had been painted before we even moved our stuff in. All it was really lacking were a few accessories to give it some character and other than that, we were golden. If I'm honest with myself... I really don't have that long of an attention span, specifically with things that are really... really boring. And there's nothing more boring than an empty shop with nothing to draw.


    My thoughts go back to that kid from yesterday. The one who knocked me over, when I was lacking coffee. Of vital importance, you see. He's really the only person other than an old lady at QFC that I've met in my time in this new place. Really... I haven't been here long at all. Even so the fact remains: One dumb kid and an old lady are my only acquaintances. That's pretty sad. I really should go and be more social, but I'm stuck at this counter for another hour before it's Jay's shift.

    Interesting idea... You say the date is 1905? The rooms look a little too modern but it's okay I guess :) after all role plays can be ooh. My only question was if you were using the actual medical practices from that era for mental patients?

    track c: also just wondering but is this more of a slow building relationship or a quickly building one?
    I'm thinking about joining but I figured I should ask just in case. Also if you want this thread to have 0 replies on it so that other people may find it you can delete my post after you read it. just dm me your answer or anything else you might want me to know/any requirements for my character.

    Éric Martel



    [font=arial]ooc;; not much i can do with your reply but i'll do my best. :-\ :-[


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    It was our official first day of business today, and Garry had wanted to celebrate by taking the gang out for a few drinks and maybe some dinner. Unfortunately, Garry has a terrible immune system and the cold weather wasn't exactly in his favor. It was a season for head-colds, it seemed and although he managed to make it here this morning for a few hours Jay insisted he go home and rest.


    Not surprisingly, I didn't make any other plans for tonight... Not a lot of friends in Seattle, remember? I wasn't exactly upset by that. After all spending my time alone was pretty routine. But hey, everyone can get lonely at times, yeah? I actually was really looking forward to that dinner. It's too bad.


    //time skip to when Newt arrives please?//

    Éric Martel



    [font=arial]ooc;; ah no need to be sorry! i was just struggling with muse back there, i didn't mean to come off as rude XD sorry C: I like your fancypost a lot! Also Newt has a cute accent, I like how I can hear it just by the way he speaks.


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    I swear, it's not what it looks like. He didn't startle me. I didn't jump and nearly fall out of my seat... I just have good reflexes. Okay, maybe the buzzer did scare me. It didn't matter either way, my embarrassment was soon forgotten when I saw his face. A wave of familiarity washed over me. Same warm eyes and a mess of blondish hair. It took a second to realize where I'd seen him from.


    "Hey... aren't you that prick that bumped into me the other day?" Jeez, that sounded rude. Way to make a good impression, Éric, you loser. "Sh*t, sorry... that sounded bad." I rubbed the back of my neck, and felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. Lizz took that moment to come from the back of the parlor and greet this guy, bless her. I don't know if I could spend another awkward second after my screw up.


    "Hi Newt!" Lizz beamed, and offered her hand to shake his. Her dark hair was pulled up into a messy bun, and she smiled warmly towards Newt. "I'm Lizz, and this guy over here is Éric." I raised my hand in a silent hello. "Thanks so much for the flowers, by the way! They're gorgeous, did you arrange them yourself? I'm sure they'll look--" I tuned out right around there, and went to sit on the bench nearby where I was sure not to make a fool out of myself again.


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    Awesome~ I can't wait to start! What time period is this set around?


    "Ladies and gentlemen! Wasn't he incredible... incredibly deadly, I should say!" Harrolds laughs heartily at that, but there's an almost chilling edge to it that sends shivers down my spine. Harrolds tips his hat to the audience, and I watch as Toxic slips through the tent flap in the back. His shoulder is inches away from brushing mine and yet I don't flinch.
    "Well, you've met the living dead itself! But how about the immortal child? A boy who can NEVER escape death!" The ringmaster booms, and gestures to where I stand. A light points in my direction and for a moment I'm blind. Then, it seems to dim. Only in my eyes however.


    Harrolds may be on the right track, but I can't be sure he's correct. You see, I'm not immortal. I age, and I do get sick. My body only saves me from more immediate threats. For example...


    "You want proof?" Harrolds asks the crowd, and a few people cheer. A large tank is brought into the center of the stage filled to the brim with water. I can see steam is rising from the top, and I am tempted... oh so very tempted to dart away. No matter how many times I run through this act, I am never prepared for the pain. I can't let the audience know that. Instead of showing my fears, I walk confidently up the latter and take a leap into the scorching water. I can feel the burns on my skin, and I can feel my body going into shock. I can't breathe. It only lasts a few moments before I feel a prickling on my neck.


    The crowd roars, but I can hardly hear it from inside the glass. It seems that I haven't failed. I inhale and exhale from the newly grown gills on my skin.


    "GIVE IT UP FOR IMMORTEL!" There are whoops from the crowd, and the pain seems to diminish. I am finally allowed to take my leave.


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    Jean (John in french, you can look up the pronunciation if you'd like) isn't the immortal that Harrolds claims he is. In fact, Immortel (also french for immortal) ages just like you and I. His power allows him to adapt to different environments, as well as save him from any dangers well-nigh. If submerged in water, he'll grow gills to breath. If placed in fire, his body temperature will balance out to keep him from over heating and his skin will harden so it doesn't burn. If you shot him with a bullet, than after a few days his body would push the bullet right back out of his skin.


    There are some extreme cases that COULD kill him, and of course diseases his body isn't immune to. And his super healing, if you will comes at a cost. He feels just as much pain as a regular person would in these situations.


    I picked this power because it sounded like it might balance out with Blair's quite well!

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    ✯ISAAC

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    17 YRS – NEW MEXICO - MALE - POST 4

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    ooc: I'd have to agree with you that Gus might make a little more sense for this. Maybe we could use him then? I'm not even sure if Isaac's condition happens to people at his age in real life, but I'm probably going to execute it just like some forms of dementia. Hopefully I can do this realistically but I'll have to research it a bit more.


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    "Alright if you say so. I don't see we can't do a little of everything. We've got a little while until breakfast, since it's so late usually." It makes the most sense to me, that way if there's something in particular either of us want to do more we could spend more time doing that. I run my fingers through my already messy hair, and glance around the courtyard in search of a basketball. There's one resting over by the hoops and although it looks a little sad and slightly deflated it should work just fine.

    Interesting! Hmmmmmm let's see here.





    The club was crazy loud and all around me people were moving. My friend Riley owned the place, and on every significant holiday he threw a party. All food and drinks were 50% off. I don't know exactly why I come to these things... maybe it's because the food is good or maybe I just enjoy the sounds and the sights. Especially the sights. Not in that way, I mean... of course there are plenty of attractive people out here but that's beside the point. The point is that the costumes are killer!
    I glance around the room and spot a man with fiery red hair, dark eyes and some very realistic looking wings. See my point? Crazy. Best night of the year, if you ask me.

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    ooc: Maybe Gus could be put in restriction for a bit? I think that was what you were suggesting but if not than we can totally change it. That's what makes the most sense to me, so I think we should go with that.
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    "The... last time they visited?" I racked my brain, willing myself to remember a date or even a vague moment. The harder I thought though, the further it seemed to slip from my reach. It can't have been that long ago... Why the f*ck can't I remember? This was bad. This meant more reporting to Ms. Harrison, and more support group. "F*ck.... F*ck." I muttered, and rubbed the corner of my eye. My hand came away damp. God no, don't cry. Stop crying. I hated when this happened. I hated not remembering... It was infuriating. And whenever I realized it had happened I just felt so... powerless.
    "I... I'm not sure." I finally said, and sighed. I caught the ball, and dribbled it slightly before passing it back to him. Hopefully those three words would get the message through.

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    ✯ISAAC

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    ooc: No no, it's totally fine! It makes the most sense, at least to me.
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    I breathed in, and out. Measuring my breath until I finally calmed down. It was routine by now. I did my best to help Gus, and he did his best to help me. We had a system. We helped eachother. Without him, I doubted I'd be as strong as I am today. Without him... And yeah, I know it sounds cheesy as hell... but without him I wouldn't be the same person I am today. Does that make sense? It makes sense to me. I'm not sure how much he knows it, but I really rely on him.
    "I know. I know... Thanks, Gus." I let myself relax, leaning on him as if I might fall if he moved. After a minute I picked myself up again... I mean this both mentally and physically. It's just a thing, and we don't let things get to us. Remember that.

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    ✯ISAAC

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    ooc: Like I said, I'm completely happy either way! Don't worry about it.
    ic: It was funny how a few short words could calm me down in a matter of seconds, when they came from the right person. Being that reassuring... well, that was a good trait to have. Gus was a smart guy.
    "Hey... um, do you mind if we just talk for a little bit?" I reply. A sudden wave if exhaustion rolls over me and I can't help but wonder where I got all that energy to sprint down the hall. It was almost laughable, how a short experience can change your mood so quickly.

    TRACK~ And WIP for this bio!
    Thanks for the invite!


    Just a question~ You always seem to have the best fast claims! I was wondering where you found them... if that was okay? You don't have to share, I understand. The gifs are super nice though.



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    Form is finished! Just need some faceclaim suggestion because I am totally at a loss for ideas.

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    ooc: ..
    ic: I walk over to sit next to Gus, thankful to be able to sit rather than stand. Let it be known that I'm an extremely lazy person, and would rather chill out than play some crazy sports outside. There are some exceptions to this... but well, you get the idea.
    "Jeez... Where do I even start?" I wondered aloud, rubbing the back of my neck as I slouched foreward. "You know, the whole memory thing. Habits. Whatever. I keep losing stuff... stuff I used to know so well and now if someone mentions it, I totally blank. I just keep worrying that maybe it'll get harder to be around me, with me forgetting things so easily. I don't want to forget somebody important to me, Gus.... I just.." I sighed and rubbed my hands together anxiously. "What if it get's to the point where people would rather me forget them... So I'm not such a burden anymore? What if I forget you? F*ck... that would be the worst."

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    I felt as if a thousand butterflies were flying around in my stomach, and if I spoke to soon I might choke. Instead I laugh at his words, and manage to keep a smile on my face. "An annoying kid like you, you'd think that would be bad news." I joke back. "But hey, that doesn't sound half bad. Thanks man." I hold his hands a moment more, and give them a reassuring squeeze. Honestly I probably worry too much. It was lucky I had this guy to set my head straight. "You're right... We'll be okay. Perfectly fine. Besides, we make do with what we have and we look out for eachother. As long as we're both here, we'll be fine."

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    "Pinkie promise." I looked him in the eye. My expression was joking, but there was a seriousness in me as well that probably reflected in my eyes. Pinkie promises, believe it or not are actually one of the things I remember quite distinctly from my childhood. Promising Nina that I would go straight to be and not stay up reading. Promising Kirsten I would get home before curfew. Promising I wouldn't pick a fight in my kindergarten classroom. Most people didn't keep their promises, especially their 'pinkie promises' and that was understandable in some ways. Promises are for kids who don't understand that not everything works out how it's planned too. And yet... I don't remember a day I've ever broken one as a kid. Not once. I guess I was pretty serious about these things back then too.




    [font=georgia]My skin prickled as if somebody had been watching me. I turned slowly, and my eyes met with those same black and red ones as before. The man I'd been admiring from afar was giving me such a strange look, I almost felt nervous. I managed to shrug off the feeling, and moved towards the bar. The name of some foreign drink rolled off my tongue, but I can't bring myself to remember what I ordered. The one thing stuck in my mind was those haunting eyes... and the feeling of being watched.