[ GM ORP ] The Cabin (WRAPUP P 23!)

[Saliru]

(( Melody ))  

[Saliru]

(( Al ))  

[kuropeco]

[ October ]


He's being reprimanded. Or maybe he's the one doing the reprimanding, it's difficult to tell. All he knows is that the frustration is welling up more and more with every breath, and his brother (he has a brother?) isn't doing anything to alleviate the situation, or to help himself, or anything -

He feels too small and too helpless to do anything.

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FRUSTRATION:
"Brother. You must learn to relax! Sometimes I worry about you. You need not be so intent on your work -- yes, yes, I know you are the eldest child, but our parents do not expect either of us to carry on the family business, goodness...

Pyrogoth

 

[nessy]

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[nessy]

Kade has a snippet of Seren's memory but thinks his name is Wolf.

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DREAMS:
Her teacher had given her a book on the stars to read today, and said she could take it home, and bring it back when she was done. She had learned what astronomers were today, too, and she was excited. She was sitting out under the stars, with a little flashlight she'd taped red construction paper over, trying to not make her night vision bad, like the book said to do. Well, it said red film, but this was what she had. She could kind of read the book, and she could see the stars... She knew, then and there, she wanted to be an astronomer. She could see it in her future.

 

[nessy]

Kade has a snippet of Nash's memory but thinks his name is Wolf.

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DISGUST

A shout, a yell. A redheaded boy with blistering green eyes that blazed a path of savage dislike, staring down at Nash on the floor of the cafeteria, wiping blood from his nose. "You're just a ********' girl, and your parents are sluts, everyone knows that!"

"Boys don't wear skirts. Boys don't wear makeup. Boys don't like other boys."

He is confident in himself. He's built layers of learning to like himself, spent years reminding himself that he is who he is and no one can change that, and he doesn't want to change that. He's stopped being self conscious about what he wears, what he does. He lives how he wants to live.

His walls are crumbling.

Why can't he just be h i m s e l f - why does he always get this thrown back into his face, why do people take what he is and try and twist it and contort it into something wrong?

He just wants -

Footsteps. October's voice, level and cool from behind him.

"Sorry, did you say something about my little brother?"

 

[kuropeco]

[ October ]


He wants them so much it hurts, so much it feels like his heart is starting to beat its way out of his chest. He is drowning in sensation; it overtakes him, curling through him like warmth, like the taste of hot cocoa on a cold day, like the scent of a bonfire in summer, like the feeling of water lapping against his ankles as he treads across the beach. Comforting, soothing, wonderful, and everything he's ever needed or wanted.

He needs to find them again. They have to be here, somewhere.

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ANTICIPATION
Noah's voice got louder and louder. Al's eyes were squeezed shut. He couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't believe he chose him. He wanted someone to pinch him. He'd been waiting for more than a year for this. It was well worth the wait. He could feel his smile growing and beaming as he asked in reply to Noah's soft murmurs, "Mine?"

 

[PyroGoth]

This feels off. Everything seems wrong. She looks around, desperate to find someone with information, and grabs the nearest person before they can leave.

"WAIT. Who are you? Do you know me? Tell me something!"

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees another hand snake across the wall, holding a crystal, and she tries to turn away, but it's too late.

She feels the hard brick wall and sees the curling smoke drifting ever upwards. She is alive now, she's wanted now, but she knows that later all she will be is alone.

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LONELINESS: Anonymity was his form of defense, but in the long run, it probably hurt more than it helped. In the heat of the moment, pressed up against exposed brick with a hand driving the hem of his shirt slowly upward, with the taste of cigarette smoke and someone else's lips still distracting him, Ever felt better. He felt human, and noticed. He felt real, when he so rarely did otherwise. Later, though, as he hauled himself away to find somewhere to sleep, the memory soaked in and warped by cheap alcohol, it would only leave him hollow and alone.

kuropeco

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Toki

Current status:
- In love with a human (Kyle)
- Desperately lonely (Ever)

 

[and be blue]

Someone waved at him, which made Ever hesitate just a moment --
uncertain, slightly uncomfortable -- his own hand waved toward Soleil in a vague wave in return. Behind him, though, the door was shrinking,
down to knee height, down to nothing, and before he could approach the group his attention was turned downward to look at it.

Around him, the room shifted and moved. Things rearranged and resettled, windows to let in -- light? He frowned at the space, and then down at his own hands as he tried to remember who he was, what this all meant, and even as he had the thought something else filtered in:

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FRUSTRATION:
"Brother. You must learn to relax! Sometimes I worry about you. You need not be so intent on your work -- yes, yes, I know you are the eldest child, but our parents do not expect either of us to carry on the family business, goodness..."

It resonated. It felt right. He had a brother, he was sure of that, and there was a family business, and someone was meant to follow it -- but -- something about it was wrong as well. He frowned down at his hands again, and made a small sound in the back of his throat.

The voice was wrong; his deeper...

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gaia_star NAME OF MY CHARACTER: Ever Ambrodiel
WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE: Tall, skinny, fair-haired, dark-eyed hunter with a big nose and slightly ratty clothing

 

[and be blue]

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[and be blue]

Vash's door grew in front of him; it towered over him, made his heart pound, made him wonder for a moment if he was shrinking, instead. With his mouth dry and his eyes flashing around the room for some point of origin to stead himself, he forgot who he was.

He forgot why he was here.

He was alone, licking his lips with a sense of horrible fear, and then something else filled his mind instead.

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FAMILY: The darkness was consumed by the light. The bright yellow sun warmed him from it's position high in the sky. He was on a lawn chair with his mother by the edge of the pool. She smelled faintly of expensive perfume and chlorine as she tried to put a french braid in his hair at his request. He felt a flutter of excitement.

Slowly, he breathed out, clung to the memory of a mother who had loved him, who'd combed fingers through his hair and the sunlight that had turned both their hair to gold.

At least, his hair was gold. Something about that jarred the memory out of sync, and it became a struggle to cling to it, and to make it his own. But he tried, and it left hat tension in his chest a bit looser.

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gaia_star NAME OF MY CHARACTER: Vasily (Vash) Markov
WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE: Average height with a mane of blond hair, a pretty face, an eclectic and somewhat artsy style of dressing, and a permanent frown on his face.

 

[kuropeco]

[ November ]


He looks up at the man beside him, feels the arm tightening around his waist and for a moment feels a sense of reassurance and warmth. It's a comfort, a familiar thing, hand heavy on his hip, keeping him safe and with someone who...someone who...

He doesn't remember.

He doesn't remember anything.

No, wait, that's a lie. He remembers being beside someone he feels comfortable with, someone he wants, someone...who is making him feel as though he has no where to go from here. Why is it that he's struggling as hard as he is?

It doesn't make sense. It's frustrating.

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GOALS
They were laying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling as they talked in the silent twilight hours. Noah had his garden and his experiments and Al couldn't help but feel jealous. Noah already knew what to do with his new found life on Deus. Often, Al found himself still just trying to settle into any kind of routine. An actual goal to accomplish felt far out of his reach.