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 Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 4:19 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 4:31 pm
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 "I can't escape myself...so many times I've lied..."
What the bratlet was saying wasn't helping at all. In fact, she was making it worse. "You..what?!" He questioned loudly, his hands shifting to fists. He watched as she said her little speech, his face shifting to red with anger. His fists shaking with anger. And his eyes burned into her..
"What the hell?! Interview?" He questioned more, yelling now. The two of them was now in the living room, and by the way Bratlet moved she was behind some table....
.....or at least there was a table.
Because he had already kicked it over, the table crashing into the wall. "You...you.." He started to growl, his anger getting far worse. "YOU KNOW NOTHING YOU LITTLE PIECE OF s**t!"
Suddenly he charged full force, and the two was now in the hallway. There was no way to escape unless she went through him or went into one of the doors that was in the hallway. But, as a light hit her..she would see there was a window at the end of the hallway. It was closed, but another chance to escape.
"I don't care if you are her sister! You little s**t, get the ******** over here so I can show you what I do to little bratlets like you who don't know when to shut the ******** up.." He threatened, coming closer and closer. He was still charging though. The stomping before, now running.
All the yelling and noise could be heard from outside the house, however no one in Gabriella's house could hear anything thanks to their own music playing too loudly. What before was sweet bliss from hiding the bully's music, now endangered the poor girl helpless unless somehow escaping from the monster that ran at her.
"But there's still rage inside..somebody get me through this nightmare..."
(Didn't see your post Emni, sorry)
(And nice! I love them, you really should keep going ^ ^ It inspires me to make my characters too but I always worry if it's good enough to put on here ><)
(And guys, you need to decide. Either use the nine for defense or attack. If you use it for attack, then the attack the Captain did attacked. If you use the nine for defense, then your attack has no power and will just miss or fail in some way XD ) |
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RosesOfDeathYetFullOfLife
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 4:44 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 5:30 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 5:50 pm
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RosesOfDeathYetFullOfLife
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 6:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 6:54 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 7:07 pm
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RosesOfDeathYetFullOfLife
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Leprechaun_Sean rolled 1 10-sided dice:
9
Total: 9 (1-10)
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 9:38 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 01, 2012 10:23 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 6:59 am
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 "I-I-I'll t-take that as a n-n-o-o." Anna stuttered, quickly backing away until she was running through the house with him chasing her and screaming obscenities. Into a room that looked like a living room, a kitchen, and cower behind a table, only to have him kick it over. Into a hallway, trapped! Or was she? A window, closed, but most likely not locked. It was that or one of the doors, but Anna really just wanted to get out. She ran to the end of the hall, and tugged it open. As a final goodbye, she called back to Gordan. "You don't care if I'm her sister? What does that mean? You're already trying to make her life as miserable as possible, I would think that murdering her little sister would help you achieve your goal." Oh God, that was stupid. Who actually gives a monstrous maniac advice that recommends that he beat her up? Stupid, stupid, stupid. |
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Posted: Fri Mar 02, 2012 1:56 pm
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"I can't escape myself...so many times I've lied..."
Gordan ran and ran, and he was mill-seconds away as she tugged at the window.
Yet, as soon as she said mentioned her being miserable, it was as if time had stopped
Gordan was still. His hair was over his eyes, and his breathing even slowed. At first, you'd think he saw how he was. He realized he was hurting her, and was making amend as he stood there silently. Perhaps, after this, he would be back to his old self. Where he actually was quite nice to everyone, and sure he teased others but he respected them. That was before, before he was with Gabby. He was head over heels, and maybe it was the constant looks or maybe the teasing...that made her break up with him.
But, that wasn't the case. Nope. Not at all. In fact, he only stood still for a few minutes...."Get out." His voice too low to hear. His eyes were seen now, as he looked up at her slowly, and for a moment...they were hurt. His dark eyes, before burning into her,....were now in pain. Hell, they were always in pain. Always. For as long as anyone could remember, those eyes held pain. But, this is the first she would see this...the eyes entirely of pain....and perhaps the last time she'd see it.
"I said...out." He spoke up, louder now.
Gordan turned away from her, his back to her now. His head was low, and it was clear he wanted to be alone. His fists uncurled, as his hands were now at his sides. He stood there waiting for her to leave.....
.......but, if she didn't leave in ten minutes...then she would see him quickly shift back into anger. He grabbed a nearby pot holder for a plant, which before, stood in the hallway as a decoration was now, what seemed to be, a weapon. "I SAID GET THE ******** OUT!!!" He yelled, throwing the pot. The pot flying directly past her as it hit at the window. Glass busted everywhere, and a few shards flew at her scratching her skin. "NOW!" He would add glaring at her.
"But there's still rage inside..somebody get me through this nightmare..."
(If she didn't leave after ten minutes, he threw the pot. If she did, he didn't throw the pot.......please understand that you haz a choice ^ ^) |
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