You. Are. So. Sweet. ;__; Omg. This was the first thing I read this morning, and I got super emotional and cried--in a good way. Thank you so...
Thank you so much little sister. <33 Jayn loves you. c':
☣ Subject Number: 13--*Shot* 69. ☣ What is the Subject's name?: Alyssa White. ☣ Gender: Female. ☣ Physical Age: 19. ☣ Date Created: January, 3rd 1992. ☣ Height/weight: 5'7", 130. ☣ Body shape: She's fuller than she'd like, around the thigh and chest area, but her waist is average. Her stomach is flat...Flat enough. ☣ Hair | Eye | Skin color: Black curly hair. It falls down past her shoulders, when straightened. Her eyes are golden brown, and her skin tone is a pale, whipped cream color. ☣ Subject Title: Wonderland. ☣ Country: South Korea. ☣ Typical outfit they wear: Here. ☣ Moral views: She has strict moral code and always tries to do what's right; She's quite outspoken about her beliefs, though she's quiet until provoked. ☣ Characteristics of Subject: Proper, practical, logical. ☣ Favorite Saying: "Peace.~" In replacement of later, bye, all of that. ☣ Method of transportation: AN ADORABLE MINI COOPER. ☣ School: College? ☣ Favorite genre of music: J-pop, K-pop. ☣ Their theme song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mD5UQjsO764 Everlasting - BoA ☣ Favorite place to be: The library. ☣ Goals for the present: Live, survive, drone onward. ☣ Long-range goal: She wants to be the very best, that no one ever was. // Srsly, she'd like to feel like she belongs somewhere. ☣ Any kind of pet? What kind if so?: No pet. ☣ Favorite food(s): Noodles, noodles and more noodles. Any type, but she hate spicy food. ☣ Hobby: She is a musician, so she sings. A lot. ☣ Normal Skill: She's good at math! ☣ Genetic Enhancements: Noise control. The ability to drown other's out, mute her own thoughts and direct sound waves at a person. Without god modding. ☣ Favorite book and/or last-read book: She doesn't like to read anything much more than blogs and junk. ☣ What is the bedroom like?: Pretty in pink. Fluffy and girly. Smells like bath and body works. You can elaborate on that. Creative freedom for you, darling. /lazy ☣ Parents?: Both parents are still alive, lol. I don't know what this means. /spazz ☣ Fears: Rats, flies. Death.
OKAY. DETERMINATION. I AM GETTING THIS DONE RIGHT NOW. If I don't post it today, I will torture myself with OCD and go without an Avatar or...
It's all good. <3 I hope this is better? 150; [IMG] 100; [IMG]
I'm sure someone else could take the time to do more with this. x: 100 x 100; Spoiler 150 x 150; Spoiler
http://www.kh-vids.net/showthread.php?106395-??/????g?????c?-?????&p=3464303#post3464303 <--Your codes are ready! <3
Hi, unidentified family member. c:
Music thread is hereeee. But gosh, thank you. >< It warms my heart.
I thought it would be more genertic than it's turned out to be. :] My favorite character? Hmmm... Rin, of course, and Kamiki. Well, and Kirigakure...
Why don't you invite me over so, uh...we can explore that closet together. ; )
D'aww. You're very sweet. ^^; Have you even heard any of my stuff? ._. :glomp:
That's really strange. I can see them fine, and if anyone else wants to test this out, you can click here to be taken to the thread and their posts. I haven't deleted anything from here though, so I'm not sure why you can't see them... :/
Are you talking about this? Spoiler There are about five more posts between you and Noroz in that part...
I don't understand. I went to the thread to see if there were any deleted posts and I don't see anything... I also don't recall deleting anyone's post in this RP. Is there a specific post(s) missing? Or are you saying your posts are gone from the RP completely? (I see your posts in the thread). Also, has anyone in the RP received an AutoPM on deletion? Maybe I'm missing something.
I'm not sure, to be honest. I've been debating it. I'm in a lot of RPs at the moment, and the Of Essence one started so long after I joined the...
I couldn't help myself, and to be completely honest, after I was finished crying in the closet, I felt the happiest I had felt in a long while. Rejuvenated, alive. I love feeling alive; hadn't felt the rush in a few years. But this was hardly impressive to my new husband, and zero-encouraging to myself. So I brought the back of my wrist to my eyes and wiped the hot tears away, sniffling once and fixing the hair I knew was ruined. The thick dark curls are bunched in a high pony tail today, which is always helpful when breakdowns occur; but the curls on the side are sticking to my cheeks now, and it makes me self-conscious. I ignore that, and pull myself up shakily. I am ready to be as fierce and merciless as I intended to be when I first entered this house. I am ready to rip him to shreds—emotionally, and let him know that I am a strong, independent, black woman young woman and can handle anything that the bitch named life decides to toss at me. But I can't, and I don't, because as soon as I leave that closest, there is a note waiting for me and my defenses melt. “With my selective mutism and natural shyness, I couldn't even nod at you, let alone talk. We're going to be together, whether we like it or not. So we should at least be on a friendly basis. The more comfortable I am the more I can bring myself to talk to someone. Or so the doctor says.. Anyway I'm sorry, Mrs. Straham.†Is he...trolling me? My eyebrows knit together, chin quivering and tears threatening to poor out again. He couldn't have possibly been so cruel. So instead, I stare back into his dead eyes and nod. So that's what he had. He wasn't crazy, just quiet. My eyes divert from his after a moment of awkward silence. “Well...Alright then.†I say with authority, my fingertips curling around my hips. I truly can't imagine saying, he's forgiven. Yet. It was then that she felt her stomach flip and tie into the tightest knot it had ever been in. He was actually a little bit attractive. She still found him to be somewhat of a freak, but that red hair...and those dark violet pools of color. Her arms crossed over her stomach and she breathed out deep. But then something occurred to her. If this was the master bedroom...then...? Her softened expression was quick to become hard again, face flushing as she pushed the boy out of the way and darted from the room. Quickly, she begin to scout as if her life depended on it. Doors swung open this way and that, the sound of flat-covered feet echoing throughout the house from top to bottom. She even managed to get to the attic and basement before completely going meltdown on him. All color drained as she squealed and flung the bedroom door open at her arrival. “There's only...†She gasped, trying to catch her breath. Slender palms upon her knees as she leaned forward with a slight cough and a disgusted shudder. What kind of sicko scientists were these? She was a virgin! These were perverts, sick, near-pedophiliac perverts. It was then that the possibility of them having installed cameras came into play. “Oh, dear lord.†She felt like she'd faint, but quickly gathered herself with a stutter and another shudder. “There's only—one bedroom.†Her voice was urgent, Cameron would have to take her seriously. Right? Right.
I love you, sweet stuff. <3
✄ - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - -:- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ☨ OOC: Time: 11:20PM Weather: Clear night. Day of the Week: Monday✄ - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - -:- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - ☨ She was expecting to hear something snap, or feel something pierce, split or fracture. But she felt nothing. Nothing but warmth and the cushion of another body. She could hear moans and groans from all around her, but all she felt was safety and warmth. Her eyes opened after a moment, and she felt like she would be sick. The bus had swerved and crashed, and she and the boy were only two of those thrown into the side of the bus on impact. She heard another voice, one she recognized as the doctor telling them to stay still and not move; and she very willingly obliged. She felt she was going to die today. Everything was happening too fast, and too frantically. The apocalypse, the crash, her parents, Xioimara... She shuddered and found herself clutching harder to the boy before her, a shaky groan leaving her as she nodded her aching head at the doctors voice, turning her body towards her. She looked friendly, and genuinely nurturing, so it it warmed her spirit that she took the time to check on them. The first thing she found herself looking for was her pack. Her head was pounding, body trembling. She could feel that her cheek was cut, so she wiped the blood away and hoped quietly that they weren't attracted to the sound. Her mind was panicked so she took a moment to attempt remedying that before forcing herself up with a shake and a shiver, her fingers stretched out no where in particular in search for her only—and treasured possession. Her bag not only held food, but it held her letters, as always, and those were the something she couldn't lose. Her mind flickered to Jake for a moment, but the thought was whited-out by her previous desire. My bag. She saw that she had been forced to the complete other side of the bus as it crashed, the windows shattered and open. It was dark now, the moon out and illuminating the space. It seemed they were on a plain, abandoned road, but she could see a building in the distance. She recognized it as the mall in the town over. How long had we been driving? Along with these things being illuminated, she could also see what she assumed had caused the bus to crash. A giant road block was before them, compiled of hundreds of ordinary cars; abandoned, but belonging to regular citizens. Some of the cars were smoking, others on fire. It was then that she noticed the cracks in the pavement themselves, and the compete destruction of the nature around it. The sound of helicopters in the far distance confirmed it for her. The military was very involved. It was then that she wondered if this entire rescue mission had possible been false. Maybe they were just going to blow the entire place. She almost let this thought consume her, but then something caught her eye. Her bag had managed to drop outside from the open shattered window she was flung into. The contents were scattered on the black pavement. With a new-found urgency, she pushed her way to the front of the bus, ignoring the other's protest and begin to make her way out of the busted double doors. A strange feeling creeping up inside of her as she made her way towards the front of the bus, and the loud snarl that followed after stopped her dead in her tracks. Her dim ruby eyes grew wide with fear. All at once, she took in a man's sunken in face, drooling mouth, and a large slash in his uniform—it looked old; then she registered that the second driver, it seemed, was leaking a fresh new wound in his neck; a new wound this first man seemed to find delicious. “Shit.†She whispered, taking a step back. The first man had been bitten, probably during the last confrontation at the school, ignored it, and had wasted no time beginning to devour the second soldier as soon as he turned. He was infected, did nothing about it, and is now eating a soldier. Ah. So that's why they crashed. Rosalie was in the back of the bus in seconds, trembling and sick. Her eyes glazed over and she looked at the rest of them, not sure what words to say. She was looking for emergency exits, luckily finding two. One was at the top of the bus, and one was at the very back. Good. Calm and collectively, she brought herself to the easiest exit and tugged on the door to push it open. They had to get out. Panic was beginning to rise in the form of a lump in her throat, preventing her from saying anything other than profanities as she rammed her body into the back door. She must have looked insane. Or not. Because as soon as it heard the loud thud of her body against the back of the bus, the zombie—or, rather, zombies in the front of the bus stopped their munching (and/or dying) and turned their attention to her and the other students. “Shit, shit, shit. Help.â€
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