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Hi! I'm Howie, and would love to do a suicide plot if you'd like. Side note lovin' the Sing quote!

This is awesome! Just give me a minute I'll respond.

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Her steps were light, but carried the weight of her black backpack. Inside were the usual, sketchbooks, paint, but most importantly, her spray cans. That was Marley's specialty. her hazel eyes averted to the ground as a group of business people passed, trying to blend into the skyscrapers of the city as much as she could. She hadn't lived here long, and liked being just another passerby, living in San Fransisco prior wasn't insanely close knit, but people managed to still know her name. This orange haired girl wasn't a fan of all the attention. Paramore blasted from her headphones as she looked for some place to create. Art, that is, for she was building quite the portfolio with all she had done. Too bad Marley didn't know anyone else in the business. Not that she was being paid, of course.

It was the matter of being rejected from art school that she was stuck here. Not quite stuck, but in a desperate attempt to flee the judgement of her regular old family, she was currently living with her gay cousin Jeigh, and his partner Philip. Nice enough people, but not good at being company as they were constantly out working, well, dress designing at their own boutique, or of course dressing in drag to have fun on the wild side. Cool enough, but she had only accompanied them once, forced into a sequin dress and wild eyeshadow. It was fucking crazy, and they all had gotten good memories, but not enough for her to do it each and every Friday. Instead she drew under the lamplight, sketching out faces and scenery before painting it in with vibrant colors.

Marley was beginning to doubt she'd ever find a place to paint, when turning her bright head she came upon and old, but relatively clean brick wall. It had such a rustic look to it, especially how concrete oozed from the top like rain in what seemed to be an attempt at modifying. Perfect. She moved out of the sidewalk, one arm against the cold stone, slipping off her bag and reaching in to find a can labeled 'Ebony Night'. Slipping off the lid, she turned her view back at traffic before getting up and beginning to spray. It was a tree, loosely attached was an old wooden swing, motionless. The leaves were filled in with cheery red and yellow tones, however the rest of it was dark and gloomy. Marley shrugged. She wasn't going anywhere with this, it was just a simple idea mixed with boredom.

Wiping the beads of sweat from her pale forehead, she had gotten rather hot under her deep gray pullover, she grinned proudly at the final product. It was perfect, at least enough to her, and she grasped the Canon camera from around her neck and flashed about twenty quick photos of it, happy to show Jeigh when she got back home. All the people who passed smiled at her, a few even giving change. Either she looked like a runaway or they also appreciated it. The second sounded much better. Ok cool, time to chill. Reaching down, she picked up her lighter and lit a cigarette, holding it gently between two fingers and watching the smoke spiral upwards, only to be interrupted by a man walking towards her with quick pace.

"The name's Mitch," the dark haired boy told her quickly, making her eyes narrow. "Alright," her response was slow and vague, confused at the entire situation. Marley smiled lightly, and awkward look on her face. "Marley." She got up from sitting on the curb and extended a hand. He met her eyes, and quickly shook her hand in return. "This wall was taken y'know." Her eyes widened. Shit. "Look, go here at nine, sharp." Mitch passed her a piece of paper, an address vaguely scribbled in watercolor chalk. Nice touch, I'll be there. "Ok, uh thanks." With that, they parted ways, Marley going back home, backpack slouched on her shoulder, and him with a smug grin of success.

[That was long and crap, I apologize. My muse has been weird lately.]

Well, Perks Of Being A Wallflower type of thing. He's just joined this group of different friends, and stumbles upon a girl who has her own depression story, falls for her, but she has no clue how depressed he is. I do suck at boys, if you don't mind. Avatar says all.

Once the doors had completely opened, Asteria took a single deep breath, before plastering on her best smile. This was ruined ever so slightly by the rain continuing to beat down on the three of them standing outside, before the scrawny driver darted awkwardly to the side, avoiding the eyes of everyone, desperate to join the warmth she was lacking. Even her mother looked slightly stiff, her hair collecting each and every drop like a nest. Needless to say it wasn't the most beautiful look. Regret sunk in her heart. Here she would stay, in the mountains almost never hit by the sun, wasting away with a stranger. This was not the way love is supposed to be, anyone could see that.

But this mansion was easy on the eyes. All dressed up in 1800's fashion, it had a gloomy look, but was the kind of place you could lose yourself in. Reading stories, spending the day wandering through the endless corridors. Asteria almost forgot the family was even there. Until, of course, the butler's loud voice rang through the halls and back to her, only then did she look up, and was pleasantly surprised. All of them were exceptionally proper looking, deathly pale but in a mesmerizing sort of way. She tried her best not to look at her future husband, who she could see was situated with the others. She lightly raised either eyebrow and gave a sweet smile. Teryse would lose it if the family wasn't impressed. However it seemed to be working, both parents had more than a polite look on their faces.

But this boy, it eventually got the best of Asteria, and her eyes locked with his as they now stood only a few feet apart. She had not even noticed they had advanced closer, she was too busy drowning in her thoughts. But this man, he was instantly attracted, and extremely nervous. His deep eyes darted away, and she felt a rush of disappointment rush through her. Was he not satisfied? She felt her heart accelerate. Mum, she couldn't even think of what would happen. Enough, these doubts must stop. Instead she looked over Dragos, who gave a polite nod and smile. He seemed happy, and Adeline did the same, though her eyes were at Teryse. After announcing her name and Teryse doing the same, the two followed the family into what looked like a study, sitting on the dark red couches.

Ok cool! Yeah apologies I was on vacation with very limited internet.

Would you mind? I really don't have much muse these days, imagine making an entire freaking thread.

That's fine, just using parts of the plot line, not the film itself.

O' course.

If you give me a few days I can make the thread, I'm just terribly busy.

Asteria was sitting in her most polite manner, spine so straight it was almost starting to hurt. But Teryse was staring daggers at her, and she knew that she must look like a doll, a perfectly painted image of what a bride should look like. If she wanted this so bad, why didn't her mother just marry herself off? "that's stupid," is what she would always sharply respond, her deep eyes staring ahead. It was like she couldn't hear the cries of discomfort from her own daughter. It had been like this since Teryse had become alone, not able to handle caring for her. Maybe that's why she did it.

As Adeline asked Luca to take her to her new room, beads of sweat began to form on her brow. Now they would have to be alone. But he got up and offered his hand, and so she looked briefly at him and smiled, teeth showing and all. It was the classiest thing she cloud think of doing. And so, shooting the rest in the room one last smile, the two walked in slow silence through the dark halls. She could barely see, heart beating faster. She got anxious in the dark, it was like claustrophobia, just far worse. But her to be husband seemed rather calm and straightforward, not once stumbled or even taking a wrong step. It was like he could see in the dark, but she knew that wasn't possible. He must simply be used to his own home.

[Somewhat short, sorry.]

[Bump! I'll respond once the few others post their posts. :)]

"What's a letter?" she questioned, her eyebrows tilted up, face in a state of questioning. She had never heard of such a word before, and H couldn't help but wonder. Her name was simply H, she didn't know what it was or why it was, just that it's all her memory could contain. No need to find it strange. To her surprise, he spoke the words no, and she walked slightly closer, trying her best to give off a clean smile. "Oh, alright." H had not a clue what stubbing was either, but decided not to ask. "If you need to find your home, Kodi," she giggled, the foreign word rolling of her tongue exactly so, "I could help you." Not once in her life had she offered to help someone. However, H had a gut feeling he was lying.

Each breath Tony took fanned down her lightly colored neck, and she smiled lightly to herself. His hand traced words unknown on her leg, and Pepper's eyes watched carefully, though she still couldn't identity what was being written. A secret message, never to be heard. Tony's words made her laugh, and Pepper whispered, "Of course." Her voice was soft and careful, a hint of humor on her tongue. As he stood, she turned, and using her muscles managed to pull herself up on the table. She grinned, looking down at her feet, then the floor.

"Every angle?" She raised one eyebrow, taking a light sip from her coffee. It was warm and sent calming chills down her spine. Nothing like morning brew. A meeting? Perfect. She was about to get up when Tony came over and kissed her forehead, making her blush. She walked over towards the bedroom, needing to find something even slightly suitable for a meeting. Digging through each drawer, she finally decided on a sleeveless black dress, more daring then her usual getup.

"Thank you." Her olive cheeks began to lightly blush, and she was thinking terribly hard for something to say. It was hard not to get lost in his eyes, his voice, all that was him seemed to just bring her into a state of, attraction? She smiled to herself. "So, this is your band then?" Her eyes dragged over to the broken and battered fan sign on the ground. Elspeth assumed it was the one she saw earlier, but couldn't be sure. The thick and dusty footprints on it covered up the bubbly writing.

[Glad you like it then! C:]

Her eyes watched him as he seemed to be in thought, and Maisie let all the fear run out of her. She was like that, once someone seemed roughly safe enough, she found calm again. Of course her home was close enough in the case she had to run, but was so unhappy with her horrible job and in between schooling, that this was sort of her fuck it breaking point. And so Maisie brought herself back to when she first moved to the city, how there was a rainbow of high class and homeless people, all in their suits and heels, some barely able to afford a coat. It had made Maisie uncomfortable for the longest time. But now, all the personalities were unique in their own screwed up way. This Gerard seemed pretty interesting. He must have quite the story.

As he spoke, she was shocked at his question. Of all things in the world he could've said, vampires? To be honest however, the thought of supernatural beings had always been so surreal she found that she would think about more than you'd assume. And so, beginning to open up, Maisie parted her lips and responded, "Yes, I honestly always have. The idea of something dead, forced to be in hell and feed from innocent sounds more like punishment than people make it seem. Unless of course they enjoy it. And then there's the idea of a seductive vampire, or even the ones who fall in love, but there are way too many theories to make much sense." That was the quickest way she could word it, and wanted to ask why he did, but decided better of it.

He moved closer, and she honestly was hoping to find warmth near him, but not much was received. Maybe he just isn't cold. As his fingers grasped a cigarette her eyes opened up happily, even more so when he offered her one. "Thanks," she said in the lightest tone, her voice almost inaudible. Maisie was a sucker for cigarettes. She had never seen the bad in it, it was more addictive so the health workers say, but the news was sometimes bullshit, and at least she wasn't popping pills. Dying over the period of her life sounded just fine to her. Maisie pulled out a lighter from her pocket and lit the cigarette, eyes briefly focused on the brief bright flame before moving towards the smoke. It danced with gravity up into the black sky, and there was such a beauty to it.

[Yours was perfect! I don't expect anything huge, I know your muse is low, we all get it. But that was fine, really, lots to it and really easy to respond to. I just have a ton of muse for this plot.]

Whichever, vampire would be pretty awesome.

Thanks a ton.

Either side of her mouth parted into a soft smile as he spoke. She had heard of them before. Yep, this was definitely a very famous band. She felt shy at the fact she didn't listen to them, besides her usual pop music binge, but had nothing against them. Elspeth was much more of a rock girl. "That's terribly neat." as in super damn neat. But why was this handsome and famous man talking to her? Needless to say shew wasn't all that interesting.

[So so sorry about the muse.]

Maisie's eyes flickered at his question. "That's a hard one," she mused, slowly breathing out the smoke. "On one hand, unbearably, but they're human too right? People can be sick, but they're still people." She was having trouble phrasing it. The thought of someone gasping their last breaths as blood pours from the thick gash in their neck is quite a scary thought, dark eyes looming over them, fangs shining bright, but the vampire wasn't always keen on doing that to something it used to be. That would be tough, and therefore her answer came out more like pity than anything. She pulled it close to her lips again, feeling her hair slowly cover in what was easily frost. Or perhaps snow? She was too busy talking to the dark haired stranger to even have the thought cross her mind.

This Gerard character, he seemed to feed off every word that came through her parted lips. He was listening with such deep intent that she almost wondered when the last time he even spoke to someone was. Oh well, that was his business. Maisie herself liked to keep lower profile, didn't have a lot of close friends. And frankly, she liked it, even preferred it that way. No attachments, and besides not that many people were willing to attempt to understand how fucked up she was. The smoke made her lungs feel alive. Not many understood even just that. It was seen as bad, therefore people averted their eyes when she passed, cigarette in hand. Like she was some sort of monster.

Everything was labeled good or bad nowadays. Liking black, not being settled down or in some sort of office job. The thought of that was pretty shitty. And so Maisie looked up lightly at him, eyes briefly meeting. He seemed to hide an entire world beyond the hazel orbs, and she gave a warm smile before flicking the end of the ashy cigarette onto the cold ground. As it hit, its entire life seemed to dissipate, the bright orange flame fading quickly. She stepped on it quick with the end of her heel, so used to it she barely averted her eyes. The conversation didn't seem to be going anywhere, but for Maisie that was just fine.

[I send you a message. Post is eh length, school really drags away the muse.]