Posts by Pym

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  • So What I'm Trying to Say, I'm Looking For a Better Way ~Girl needed PAFP~

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    Gray Harper






    This would probably be entertaining to any of the shrinks who have tried to get into his skull. Maybe toying with them wasn't the smartest long term idea. Psychologically they may be right about him. Emily may have just been caught up in some form of his games. He could easily be toying her without even realizing it. Every second spent here was another second that he put her at further risk. He turned away even further and still tried not to face her. Even in the dark he was safe. It wasn't too late to turn on him. Gray had to debate was this worth it. It was a new risk versus reward. Turning to her was a gamble. The only differences between him and those pictures was the facical expressions and the general appearance. When they didn't update pictures it was the initial run. Hazel eyes narrowed into slits and it was highly calculated. He seemed to be tired in that picture, but it wasn't near how he looked now. Post prison him was thinner. If anything he looked more like an addict now. Dark circles and pale skin. He wasn't too tan when they took him in, but it was better. Gratefully he accepted what Emily handed out.




    Really he wasn't a fan of smoking. He didn't ask though before smacking the carton against his thigh and took one out. The cylinder pressed tightly between his lips and the flame flickered over his features for just long enough. He shook the lighter and nodded in silent agreement with himself before blowing a cloud into the air. He preferred menthols, but this works. There were a couple silent puffs. Maybe he should ask if she wants this in the air or not. All he wants is to get her in trouble for smoking inside. Setting off a smoke alarm would be bad too. "Just thanks." he said in another soft voice.




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  • So What I'm Trying to Say, I'm Looking For a Better Way ~Girl needed PAFP~

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    Gray Harper






    Gray stayed completely quiet. Ashes delicately fell from the lit paper to the ground and it didn't seem to bother him at all. There wasn't the same level of guilt building up inside. Maybe it was just that his body temperature was regulating. The artifical heat was mixing with the chemical version. The bumps on his arms started to lower and his muscles relaxed too. That could probably be attributed to the nicotine. The girl deserved something at least. Who free willingly hands a robber a cigarette and fire? A lot confused him but he wasn't here to ask questions. Some camera may have already picked up on his whereabouts. That should be another worry but right now he let his weight settle into the wall. Eyes remained focused on the security of the dark.




    Letting a ring of smoke escape his lips the cigarette along with his hand dropped to his side. More silence went on and then he looked up at her. She did need a little something at least. Maybe not his entire psychological profile. "William Grayson Harper. 22 and caucasian. Escaped from high security containment and is expected to be armed and highly dangerous." slight pause. That was the most common knowledge. Every paper and article written about him states that. "if spotted it is suggested that you call local authorities immediately and do not engage."







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  • So What I'm Trying to Say, I'm Looking For a Better Way ~Girl needed PAFP~

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    Gray Harper






    She wasn't even close to needing to know that information. Gray probably sealed his own fate by offering it. Maybe she won't think it's him. He could be someone who was tipped off about the escapee's whereabouts. Personally, he would like to know the identity of someone who broke into his home. There was a subconscious tilt then a small return to the original spot before taking another drag. "If you're not blinking an eye, maybe I'm the one who should be turning you in." He actually didn't read the papers to know the specifics. This mental state is unpredictable and could believe anything you throw at it. He was far from armed. She didn't need to know that. Maybe there was a knife in his bag but it would be too awkward to dig it out. If he was actually harboring a weapon it would have been a knife from the kitchen. You know it's bad when the cravings kick in again. Gray took a deep breath letting the thick smoke cloud enter into his lungs. He needed to stay on this side of things. There was no mission to prove himself innocent. The goal was to sit still and keep moving for however long he lives.




    "I'm not that exciting." well waking up beside a dead body, running from the cops for three hours, then all of the treatments, trials, and jail time may sound exciting, but he's literally lived in a gas station for three days. Before that was probably even less exciting than what it is now. "For one, it's just Gray. There's nothing else important there. For two, who said I was him?" now the male ventures into that point. He'll spare her all the talk about persuasion. Took two weeks after he woke up to even remember his name and he just gave up and accepted what he was told. Once again the dwindling paper was held at his side. A habit is the last thing he needed.




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  • So What I'm Trying to Say, I'm Looking For a Better Way ~Girl needed PAFP~

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    Gray Harper






    Gray had seen the look so many times. Outwardly he didn't express the psychology fact. Good luck to her. All these brain types saw it in black and white. If he was a criminal, she would have known by now. All those disorders they wrote down weren't true. He doesn't remember the list. Those things are hard to read upside down. Something about dissociation came before two of them and the rest of the list was something else dancing out of memoral reach. Who knows for sure. None of those are important because he made them believe what they wanted to believe. He didn't visibly tense up, but his guard raised a little. Emily was it? She wasn't one of them. He couldn't buy that. The same story was pitched so many times that it's hard to believe anything they say. "look here sweetheart. There isn't another side to this story. Even if there was, there are infinite sides. Lets keep it simple for you." he wasn't too hostile but still aggressive enough. She didn't know enough to assume anything. It was frustrating. He fell silent and used the cigarette as conversation filler. She's probably figured out the substance dependency. When you supposedly kill a woman over drugs then you're assumed to be dependent. Hazel eyes closed. He just tried to think of the chemical blend. Take his focus away from it all.




    There was really no use standing here anymore. The gig was up and she knew. It still felt safer here. He's always preferred the blanket of darkness to blinding lights. He also preferred isolation. Emily thankfully wasn't too close but he still needed space to move. "Never doubt what someone would do." Good advice. Who knows what he or anyone else was capable of doing to prove a point.










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  • So What I'm Trying to Say, I'm Looking For a Better Way ~Girl needed PAFP~

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    Gray Harper






    OOC: Sorry I've been sick and just exhausted. Sleep is non existent for me anymore




    Gray was silent once again. Anyone with common sense can put together that he has his reasons not to like the government. He didn't want to say anything. Emily wasn't fully wrong. Not all of them were high up the financial food chain. Wherever they kept him he had a chance to talk. "They're apparently paranoid enough to lock up an addict in maximum security federal." the words slipped out as the tobacco plug was removed. He was hoping she didn't bring it up because even he shouldn't have. He flipped his hair out of his face once again took a long drag. She was making him too relaxed. He wasn't comfortable in here. How many years has it been since normalicy? Ever since waking up in the hotel it's either running or abandoned buildings. Then the cramped holding cells and prison doors. The sterile metallic therapy rooms and the whitewashed medical center where they tried to cure him. This was nothing similar to that. The warm air melted in with the dim lighting. It should feel familiar but it didn't. The internal ice slowly melted. It should be comfortable. Right? Maybe that was karma catching up on him. Gray hasn't stepped on anyone else besides her. All his sins have been against himself. Karma can afford him a break. "are we done with show and tell?"







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  • So What I'm Trying to Say, I'm Looking For a Better Way ~Girl needed PAFP~

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    Gray Harper






    His time had long been spent and whatever came next was borrowed. Hasn't it all been borrowed up until this point? The overdose should have killed him. Some nights he wishes it would have. Even if not the drugs he should have been given the penalty. They say a cigarette has the power to remove three seconds from your life, so might as well plan ahead. Either way he's doing himself a favor. Generally he could label himself high in the perception category. People were just paintings that need interpretations. Maybe it was lask of sleep, but she was a blank slate. Of course in the back of his mind there were small white tablets. Artifical means of shutting off survivalist instincts even for just a couple of hours. The more she knew meant tjw more he was at risk. Hotlines would kill to get their hands on information. He can control what he says, but it is still more than he wants to risk. The cigarette was still in his lips but his lungs stayed still and the chemicals foodded into his blood. He stared back to the wall and got lost in a daze. The contaminated air was released with a short and quiet cough. "Can I go?" he asked with the hazy smoke filled voice. There wasn't anything keeping him here expect the need for assurance that red and blue lights wouldn't be on his tail.







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  • So What I'm Trying to Say, I'm Looking For a Better Way ~Girl needed PAFP~

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    Gray Harper






    There would end up being a good two or so hours of darkness left. He'll just have to make with what he has left. Main roads should be clear but he'll have to work on avoiding any early risers. Gray flicked more ashes carelessly to the floor. The gas station was too far to safely reach, plus he might have to cut his losses on the small stash he made there just to throw off his trail. He does need to get a lot of his chest. Those little details that no court would have bought during trial. They probably aren't even real. She wasn't the one who would be getting it, but the pills liked to dredge the past up. It's a trade off though. Without sleep they'll catch him in a heart beat or worse. But sleeping forces him to relive what he just wants to put behind him. "Who said anything about staying here?" he surely wasn't stupid enough to say anything close to that. Too risky and too urban. Another trashy move was moving to the kitchen and strangling the fire out against a counter. Maybe there was an ash tray somewhere. You know he could be the polite human and ask. Nah smashing it against a perfectly decent counter seemed to be more logical. With that little obstacle out of the way he reached back into his bag and handed towards her the small orange bottle. The internal addict was throwing a fit. What kind of high would these bring anyway? The drowsiness would only slow him down. "I was never here."













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  • So What I'm Trying to Say, I'm Looking For a Better Way ~Girl needed PAFP~

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    Gray Harper






    And she got an eye roll. Like he needs anyone to tell him that. Actually he had no clue where he was. He remembers where he was when he got arrested but after they boarded him for transpirt, it was a blurr. Gray bit back a more than sharp reply. Emily had been more than enough help and deserved to be spared of his mouth. His chest still felt tight and it was joining the addict in complaining. Sound logic no longer seemed logical. He wasn't on a trip that was for sure. Skepticism still arose in him when referring to the dark red haired shape. If a criminal broke into his house they would be unconscious, or worse, on his floor. Not waiting in line like a charity. "they'll slow me down." he repeated the same thing and sat down the bottle beside the burnt out cigarette. Way to leave DNA evidence. Sloppy. Was she testing him? She hadn't gotten to them but what if she knew he would make a line for those? No thank you. Death pills are not on his list. So like some whiny teenager he'll probably be huffed in a corner with a can of whipped cream before dawn. Can't stomach it so might as well see if his head can take it. Alright Gray. Quit with the drugs for now. "I'll be fine if I can get to the freeway and far enough out." he had no intentions of heading in that direction. There had to be something here he could use since she was offering, but that conscience still was working apparently. He didn't offer a return thank you and pressed his ear to the door. Who else is alive at this time of night besides generally him.







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  • So What I'm Trying to Say, I'm Looking For a Better Way ~Girl needed PAFP~

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    Gray Harper






    Once again Gray was careless. Even opening his mouth was a risk. Now he's leaving DNA everywhere and that bottle has to have his fingerprints. He was doing the stupidest thing that he could possibly do, but it needed to happen. Cops, or worse, probably had their eyes pinned on the place. Going back was predictable and got most of eveyone. He needed that. The photographic side of his memory could replicate it. He stayed quiet and listened to the lack of movement. Quietly he debated his options and then broke away from the door. Turning back to his host he slipped his backpack off and dug for a pen. Careless. He knew he was far away from the destination but needed to know how far. The black fabric laid on the floor supported by a counter. He moved and ripped free a paper towel. A few scribbles came out before another mental blank. He read it off a report a lawyer showed him, he should remember it. Maybe four or so minutes passed before the rest of the location returned. "Where is this?" A numerical location wouldn't help anything. But city and state did. His posture went back to guarded and hesitant. Chances are she could assume where it was. That information wouldn't come from him.







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  • On the edge of a blade (Private)

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    [hr][justify][color=white][font=New Times Roman] Maybe this would all be better by the time. If he ever got the chance to sleep again. Too many processes and James slowly shut down. All remaining energy had to be sent to where it was the most needed. Maybe an aspect of his personality was falling out. He wanted this all to be over. Watching Holden there was hard. He was too human. Inhuman suffering was something he has stood against his entire life. It was too much for right now. Getting away was all he cared about it. The prince was curious. He started to be judgemental towards her, but what were her current opinions on him? He was scared by it all. The image people had of him was already tainted. Maybe some of those stories were true.


    Releasing Holden was a bad tactical decision. James was tempted, but that didn't mean it would gain him an advantage. Even his posture read out defeat. His back was still sore from leaning against the stone cell wall. He couldn't help either with being preoccupied trying to figure out what happens next. Political, social, and physical. Where could they run? Churches may provide some sanctuary. He forgets the actual rules on sanctuary, if there are any. Not the exact church that holds his faith. That one had to be legally officiated by an officer of the crown and required a list of things that he probably wouldn't be able to hand over or ask her to. The pagans. They were less official and less controlled by the crown. Of course it would be just as risky, but not as risky as the official Church. Would pagans even be sympathetic to a born by blood Catholic? not sure timeline so we're going with Catholic.


    So they could flee the country with what little possessions they had, go be pagans for a while, hide out wherever they can, or hope a church would go outside the crown enough to harbor them. Why was this so hard? He was searching for a distraction. A multi trailed mind stayed that way until the keys were held out. "are you sure that's a good idea?" Rose has seen him lately right? There's no telling if he would throw them in a mass of panic. He awkwardly watched for a couple of seconds and hesitantly reached out to take them. Every muscle in his arm tensed up to hide the faint shake. Hands wrapped around the warm metal and he locked eyes with her. She 'worked' here for what, two days? Since the last time he's slept. James knew more about the hallways than she did. So who gets to lead them out of here? If they were lucky there would be some staff keys to get him into the more secluded areas. They still had to catch a break in the guards. Or you know take advantage of the pitch black of the actual cell room and make a trap. Then they could work their wy out of the castle. "How do you draw people into a room and get them where you want them?"



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  • So What I'm Trying to Say, I'm Looking For a Better Way ~Girl needed PAFP~

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    Gray Harper






    Gray just seemed to be full of risks today. If he has a semi photographic memory now, then it is completely possible that he did before. That means that hotel room is they key to unlocking the entire thing and figuring out for sure what happened that night. It could be a couple hundred miles and a lock pick away. He was hopeful if would be that easy. In reality things weren't that simple. He just needed to know for sure and take away that option. Walking would be a problem. It was nothing he couldn't handle though. Who knows how many he's walked since breaking out. Sleep wasn't a problem. Surely his brain could function without it because it has lasted this long. Sleep was hard enough without the drugs. A human can last about eleven days without sleep. So he still had some time left under his belt. There was always a way around that energy barrier with outside stimulants. Easy enough. He tried his best to avoid direct eye contact. This is the most plan he has had in a long time. He just needed the confidence that it could actually work.




    Honestly though. Walking was safest because he could move when he needed to move and got to play the game by is own rules. The light hazel stared at the scribbled writing as if in that little bit of time he couldn't recognize the owner. "Trust me when I say that I will be fine. It's nothing I haven't handled before." He picked up his backpack and turned back towards the door, but not before turning back to quickly grab the paper. Careless. "Yeah. again thanks."







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  • So What I'm Trying to Say, I'm Looking For a Better Way ~Girl needed PAFP~

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    Gray Harper






    Theoretically he would be fine. Realistically it could be a fake put out as bait. Gray is focusing on theory. Truthfully,the hollow feeling returned to his stomach anytime he tried to think of what else could happen. Sensory overload maybe? He was still trying to ignore Emily. He wanted to snap. She has no idea what he has tolerated thus far in his maybe a year or two of memory. She had no idea that he isn't some fragile thing that will blow away in the wind. "I'll be fine." short, not so sweet, and directly to the point. White paper curled in a fist and the not so prestine letters crumbled even further. He didn't wait to hear whatever she had to say. Her comments maybe offended him. It was just a far far too human act. She had some reason to be worried. That doesn't mean express that like he's leaving for war or something. Hazel eyes focused forward until the door softly clicked shut. He wasn't mentally registering how tired he was exactly. Too many nights of the feeling and you learn to ignore it. Attention moved around just to make sure he was in the clear before starting to the hall. (Yeah sorry if I post at weird times and none of it makes sense. My schedule wants me dead.)







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  • So What I'm Trying to Say, I'm Looking For a Better Way ~Girl needed PAFP~

    Ooc: Round 2. And I literally have no clue how to put a fancy up there. So bear with me.


    Gray could pass as a lot of things but stupid wasn't usually one of them. There were a lot of places that he could start on that observation. Some were more stupid than others. The worst offense was probably telling her exactly where he planned on going. Emily seemd trust worthy enough, but anymore he can't force himself to trust someone in her line , or future line, of work. Now she had the key to where his path was taking him. He also wasted precious time on a few useless medical supplies. It it was all about the high there were plenty of things in that house. His instincts told him to grab things that would actually do his system some good. Gray never was that reckless. His body never really felt the fatigue. How ever long he has been out of prison has been exhausting. He got the occasional feeling of being tored, but never close to what he actually should be feeling. With his lack of sleep, these stairs should be terrible. He was spaced out. Lost in some daze of internal thinking. The same thinking that possessed him to walk out that door and into the darkest back street.

  • Where are new updates found

    I don't know if I'm the only one having this issue (I'm on mobile so that could be it) but, how do you find out when someone has replied to a thread? So far I have had to just keep checking the thread under the recent activity tab on my profile. Is there a simpler way for this?

  • MORTAL KINGS ARE RULING CASTLES - private w/ Pym

    Don't worry about it, it looks fine.
    Here is the form. Sorry ahead of time. If I need to make changed just let me know!

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  • Private plot 5

    Zach didn't want to think. His head was stuck somewhere between needing to sleep and needing to just fall apart. Rowan shouldn't directly alter his emotional state, unless he wasn't okay to start with and she was just forcing him to face it.If he has learned anything in his lifetime is should be that emotions can't hold up forever. Eventually someone or something has to act as a catalyst and throw a match into the pool of gasoline. He's made an attempt at keeping his nose clean. Lately there have been a mix of tiny little cat fights. Some may have ended up on the wrong side of pain, but he hasn't landed in court yet. Tyler though, Tyler seemed the type who holds grudges worse than Zach does. Needless to say Tyler showed several traits that were all to familiar, and not for himself.


    Maybe that's where he automatically gained a dislike of the stranger. 15 years of pent up aggression. Inside this multi track mind, no one wants to know what he was thinking. His subconscious was equally as hard as work as his conscious. In this case no one wants to know what he was thinking. His current state of mine was brutal and cold. Rumors spread like wild fire than he's what ever "path" that is violently brutal and can't form social attachments. It was that very side of himself that was so used against him. This version was different from his typical mental acts of homicide. Those were way to common and controllable. This version of himself was sick and twisted. Honestly, he was better off ignoring himself. Of course it could be his genetics that are making him insane, or it could the pent up energy of a fight. As stated earlier, there have been fights, but nothing that has gotten his blood stream circulating.


    He was wanting a fight, so what does he do? Pull some girl onto his chest like he has no care in the world. The vibration of her heart beat and soft pressure of her breath. Anything to pull him out of that distructive behavior that began to take over his conscious system. That's the thing about the others, they instigated and encouraged every ounce of it. She had met Theresa in all of her glory, the thing is, that girl wasn't even the worst of it. Sure Theresa had her own little violent streak, but it was an intimidation factor and more than anything else. Yes they still hurt though. The first one was a demon with a dinosaur obsession. Of course he was turned on by it. The others weren't as significant as the other two, but they still had some influence.


    This blanket had always been his safety net. No matter how much heat would build up inside, he still stayed under the cave made of fabric. Every current action was out of tiredness. His brain was half using energy and the other half was using instinct. The soft vocal noises weren't even registering inside of his head. He himself was almost asleep until he heard his name. "Hmm?" He asked not really making any difference between his usual humming and them that. Hands worked the exact same spot without much a shift in pace. He was tired, but not exhausted enough to actually fall asleep. Right now he should be back in the safety of the corner of his room or the corner of the basement with his guitar in hand. That's always where he got his best ideas. Turns out it is much harder to hide things when you're almost asleep. Softly he sighed realizing that he wasn't getting much of a reply. One knee bent up and made his stomach poof just slightly, but not enough to disturb her. Eyes pointed to the black of the ceiling after getting the faintest outline of her hair.

  • MORTAL KINGS ARE RULING CASTLES - private w/ Pym

    I will get a fancy once I figure let someone else figure out coding. Sorry if this is trash, I'm terrible at first posts, a little stressed, in pain, and my chem test tomorrow is killing me. Also didn't know exactly where I wanted to start sorry



    Andrei has spent his entire life shadowed behind these probably bomb proof walls. The atmosphere was light and secure, but to the prince it felt like being locked in a straight jacket. Inside these walls, he is their property. Whatever the king and the queen say if the manifest of his life. Joys. Even though he hated every second, there was something comforting to the scene. Maybe it was familiarity, or just something else entirely. The painted walls and soft floors that the carefree child of himself would fall on or bump into contantly. Maybe it was nostalgia. The young and innocent version of himself that was fascinated by the simplest of technologies.


    How did things go so wrong? It was no secret that he wasn't the favorite to take over the crown. Clearly it was Dimitri just given by his name alone. The younger was the textbook of what the role should be and everything that Andrei wasn't. It wasn't his fault that forcing himself to lie to some stuck up diplomat who is clearly commiting some kind of something wasn't his idea of a good time. Outside these walls offered the salvation and freedom that kept him sane. Then they all had to go and wreck it. Criminals were getting too prominent. Meaning their prescious little first born had to be protected at all costs. Oh if only they knew what he used to do in his spare time.


    The latest rumor he got his nose into was the fact that someone was after something inside the palace. It didn't sound like an assassination gig, those always have this certain smell. Putting those gambling skills to use, he started planning as well. Most of his unsupervised time was spent debating and predicting. Thankfully these hallways were designed to be limiting unless you knew what you were doing. That's all he knew though. Someone wanted in, which meant they wanted out, which meant he had his bartering chip.


    Of course when does anything go to plan though? From when he last managed to sneak out for some well earned leisure time, rumors had died down. Andrei prodded around what he could, but no one knew a thing. Today was an accident. A beating heart and shallow breathing caused him to break. It was the same panic that didn't register the other presence in the hallway and also that caused him to crash into that figure. He's always been the distance calculated type, never up close. His poker face is better than his punches. By the time he struggled back up to his feet it was too late.


    There goes someone else to ruin his day. In the quick surge of adrenaline his vision had blurred just enough to impare him and his judgement. Instead of panicking like he should, eyes narrowed into slits probably as sharp as her knife and the venom laced in his throat ready to strike. "I assume you found it?" His voice swayed in tones as a threat.