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NAME: Levi Daniels. FACECLAIM: Nicholas Galitzine. OCCUPATION: Creates false memories and sells them.NAME: Abigail Phillips. FACECLAIM: Sabrina Carpenter. OCCUPATION: Memory Rights Movement Activist.NAME: Penelope Devereux. FACECLAIM: Kirsten Vangsness. OCCUPATION: Hacker. Teamed up to help try to get rid of fake memories.NAME: here. FACECLAIM: here. OCCUPATION: here.NAME: here. FACECLAIM: here. OCCUPATION: here.

We ask that Characters be 18+ in age. Keep OOC Drama to a Minimum – This is a roleplay, so IC drama is expected and encouraged! Incessant OOC Drama, however, is not tolerated here. As admins, we expect you will endeavor to solve all OOC issues with other players on your own before you address concerns to the main. We are all mature adults and should be able to treat each other with love and respect even when we are having disagreements. If you feel admin intervention is absolutely necessary, we will happily assist. We would just like to emphasize the importance of personal conflict resolution as a first choice course of action. No Bubble RP-ing – Sometimes it is hard to keep your characters from interacting with the same people continuously and we understand that; but always try to find opportunities and scenarios where your characters can interact with as many other characters as possible. We will have a spot for group rp to try and discourage bubble rping. Discord – Discord will be our main place. That being said, you do not need to have an account associated with rpme to join. Activity Checks - They will be performed every two weeks.  That may seem too long for some people, but we feel that it's best. We like to think we're pretty chill (sometimes a little too chill).

Legal Name: Mar'i GraysonNick Name(s): StarShine (Bruce Wayne)Alias(es): Robin (previously), Nightstar (Current)Age: 14-20 (Depends on the RP)Height: 5'11"Weight: UndeterminedHair Color: Black with purple fire at the endsEye Color: GreenSkin color: Tan, almost orange like her mothersFather: D*ck GraysonMother: Kori' Anders Sibling(s): Johnny Grayson (Younger brother) Grandfather(s): Bruce Wayne (Adoptive), Mayander (Maternal Grandfather) Grandmother(s): Selina Kyle (Adoptive), Lewander (Maternal Grandmother) Aunt(s): Komand'r (Maternal)Uncle(s): Ryand'r (Maternal) Sexual Orientation: StraightRelationship Status: Single (Multi Love Interest, if that's not OK with you I understand) 

Who owes me: Here Here Here Who I owe Tristan Mountgomery Jun 28th, 2024Eden Mountgomery Jun 28th, 2024updated on jun 28th 2024.

Schoodic Mountain: 1:30Steve Rogers had always wanted to travel, more in particular around the United States, there were so many sights to see that he had missed out on since he was reawakened from the ice. One venture, in particular, had brought him to the Schoodic lake and mountain that welcomed all visitors, and for Steve, it was another opportunity to put an accomplishment under his belt and maybe even meet a few people while he was there; The window of his jeep wrangler was rolled down as he caught the fresh sweet scent of summer grown leaves. His nasal passages drew in the full scent of nature around him, as others had gathered with their beach chairs, families, and swimwear to visit the lake. Steve slowly pulled his vehicle in between one of the many that had been parked on the gravel road down through the forest. A short trip to the lake from what he had gathered, and he pushed his shoulder against the sturdy frame of his vehicle. Short blonde hair feeling a light caress of the passing breeze, as he threw his tree trunk-like limbs behind him to stretch out his upper body.Steve had been attired in a gray shirt that hugged the bulges of his upper pectorals, broad shoulders, and the shapes of his trapezoids. The black letters were written broadly across the front 'ARMY'. His lower legs had been exposed coated with bug spray to keep the likes of mosquitos and ticks away, short Army workout pants cut off midthigh, and a pair of lightweight merrel hiking shoes had been chosen for their sturdy soles that would aid him on his journey ahead. He reached into the console between the front passenger and driver's seat to retrieve a pair of aviator sunglasses and fitted the tinted lenses over the blue of his eyes. He rolled up the tinted window of his Jeep and then shut the door once more securing the lock with the button of his fab. He rounded the side of the Jeep and popped the trunk open to retrieve his backpack. Each of his broad limbs fit through the nylon straps of his pack, and then he secured the center buckle over his pectorals. He shut the door behind him and then secured the locks of his vehicle before he stepped down onto a trail that was littered with pine straw. The soles of his shoes carried him along the base of the mountain, as his limbs swayed in sync with the steps of his shoes. Steve occasionally nodded and waved at the locals who stopped by the mountain for a similar purpose.Half up the mountain Steve had followed a trail that cut into the rock face, his pace steady, as he ascended up the face at a slow pace. He rounded the edge of a dirt trail and stepped upward. His quads bulged slightly, as he took his stride up the side of the mountain. Blue eyes spotting various dips and and trails up the mountain that he rounded, and ascended higher. Ivory skin felt the soothing caress of the passing breeze, as he passed by a few who had decided to stop for a rest. "Hey, you okay?" The soldier had stopped to ask the middle-aged man, his hand lifted to rest on the curve of his pelvis. "Yeah, I don't think I can make it up.." Steve had been in this position himself, and even though his body was frail before, he never let that stop him from reaching his goals when given the chance. Steve slowly offered his hand to the gentleman, and he felt his fingers latched inside of his own. "Come on, we'll do this together.." Steve said, as he took to the trail again. "Remember, you can tell yourself later that you went all the way. It will stay with you for the rest of your life." He patted his back, and stepped onward, his arms swaying at his sides, as his breathing remained calm and his mind focused on the top.Now nearing the top the trees and shrubbery that had grown at the bottom were being replaced by flat rock that his soles had dug into. Steve turned back to greet the man who accompanied him, and he stood at an elevated position offering his hand out to the man one more time. "Congratulations, sir." He felt the weight of his hand in his own, and he pulled him up to where he could stop for a rest. "Where'd you learn how to do this?" The man asked him, as Steve smiled at him and detached the weight of his backpack from his shoulder. "In the Army all we know are mountains, and how to get around them." he smiled softly and lowered his stature to notice fresh pebbles of what looked to be - blueberries. Maine was known for them, and this was something that he wasn't going to miss out on. He reached down to gather an entire handful of the berries, and popped one into his mouth. "Maine blueberries.."

"Five minutes Cap!""Affirmative." The chopper blades cut through the evening air, as the bird gradually descended from the clouds. Steve bounced in place for a moment, heels bobbing before a quick breath released from his parted tiers. Inhuman speed rushed him forth, and he dove out the open side door of the chopper. His arms tucked in against his calfs causing him to flip several times, and then down a sandy slope he went. The Navy blue uniform had been upgraded slightly with camouflage of lighter blues, and black lining the length of his pants. His upper torso marked with the same modernized camo with the exception of a few embroidered silver stripes and a broad silver star etched into the front of his uniform; Steve had finally reached the bottom to where he could reach his fingers up to part the branches of a shrubbery that kept the soldier out of sight. 'Make sure you bring the P.O.W's to the seaside extraction point, Rogers.' The voice in his ear sounded."Affirmative, I'm making my move now."Steve rolled out from behind the cover of the bushes, and his black military lace-ups propelled forth in inhuman speed - closing the distance quickly on the guard that was rounding the perimeter. The placements of his boots made soundless collisions with the sloped terrain, as he bolted up the side of the prisoner area. "He--!" Steve fisted his fingers into the buttoned shirt of the guard and threw him off the cliff. Moments later the sound of splashing water sounded, and Steve looked around to see if anyone had been alerted by the sound. There was no shouting, alarms, or anything else of the sort. He measured the distance between himself and the fence, backed up a few paces before charging forth, and utilized the momentum he gathered to clear the top of the fence. His stance landed in a squat, stature remained low, as he utilized the cages for cover for his infiltration. Looking out between the cages he spotted a single sentry with an AK in hand, and he needed to neutralize him quickly so that he didn't hurt any of the prisoners or alert any of his friends nearby.Moving seemingly from the shadows, Captain America launched the Adamantium molded dome from his forearm, the strike flattened the whole front of his face and the guard was down instantly. Steve rolled over to where he could collect it, and secured the indestructible alloy on his back. He took in the surrounding cages to check their tired faces, twitchy at even the slightest movement; It had taken Steve a total of five minutes to retrieve all of the prisoners, each time he came back he used a hole he made in the part of the fence that he used to jump over so that their journey to see their loved ones would be that much easier. Cap approached the last cage to grip the chain, and easily ripped the chain off of the swinging gate. He lowered his stature to where he could lift the captured soldier from the ground, and he started to jog back toward the fence. "No..where are we going? Where are you taking me?" The prisoner asked his savior. He felt his body tremble, when he moved further away from the compound. "You..you came to rescue me?" His tears coating the blindfold he was wearing. Steve still didn't say anything, just driven with a desire to save this soldiers life. "I...words aren't enough. I owe you my life.." He had finally broken down with relief and sorrow, as there was still someone out there who cared enough to rescue him.Steve approached the friendly black hawk helicopter where Combat Medics had been waiting to receive the first soldier. Tossing his rump on the ramp of the chopper, he felt the weight slowly leave his soldiers. "Some of these men need medical attention.." Steve said, as he escorted the POWS to American hands.

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One fateful evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the cool embrace of night unfolded, Adam found himself caught in the crosshairs of fate. Accused of a crime of killing an innocent young man, the desperate scribe was sentenced to a gruesome death. The guards of the Pharaoh's court dragged him to the edge of the Nile, where the waters whispered of their imminent rendezvous with the vicious crocodiles that awaited below. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared into the inky abyss, knowing that the creatures of the deep would soon tear him apart."Adam you are senstenced to death you killed an innocent scribe. We can not let that go unpunished. Please if you have any last remarks tell them now" spoke the Pharaoh with finality in his voice."I... I did not mean for it to happen like this, Your Majesty. I was but a scribe, trying to make a living. I beg you, have mercy upon my soul," Adam replied, his voice trembling with fear and despair.The Pharaoh stared at him for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. Perhaps it was the pleading in Adam's voice, or the fear that gripped him as he stood on the edge of eternity, but the ruler seemed to hesitate. The guards, however, were less sympathetic. They pushed Adam forward, closer to the edge of the river, their rough hands digging into his flesh."Now, Adam. This is your last chance. Confess your sins, and we may show mercy," the Pharaoh said, his voice softening slightly.The crocodiles thrashed about in the water, their massive forms slipping beneath the surface only to reemerge with a sinister splash. Adam forced himself not to look at them, focusing instead on the Pharaoh's face. The ruler seemed genuinely torn between justice and compassion.The guards, however, were growing impatient. One of them, a burly man with a scar running down his cheek, nudged Adam roughly, urging him to speak. "Please, Your Majesty," he muttered. "I cannot bear to see my life end like this. I beg you, have mercy upon me."The Pharaoh's expression softened slightly. "It pains me to see a man of such learning and talent meet such an untimely end," he said, his voice heavy with regret. "But your crime cannot go unpunished. You have brought dishonor upon our kingdom, and it must be avenged."The guards, satisfied with their ruler's decision, dragged Adam closer to the edge of the river. The crocodiles, sensing the imminent feast, thrashed violently in the water, their massive forms creating waves that lapped against the shore. Adam shut his eyes, steeling himself for the inevitable."Farewell, Adam," the Pharaoh said softly. "May the gods have mercy on your soul."With a grim determination, the guards pushed Adam off the edge of the river. He let out a choked cry as he plummeted through the air, flailing wildly. The cold water closed over his head, and for a brief moment, there was silence.Then, with a terrifying roar, the crocodiles emerged from the depths, their massive jaws snapping shut around Adam's limbs yanking him violvently under the water harshly away from prying eyes. Adam thought this was the end, they would devour him and his life would be gone. But then suddenly he would notice their jaws loosened on his flesh, before one grabbed the shackles that held him and started to wildly thrash him about as if to try and break it off of him and free him. Another crocodile, noticing this, joined the struggle, and then another, until it seemed as if the entire river had come alive with the sounds of their snapping jaws and violent thrashing.The water churned and frothed around them, obscuring the view of the riverbank, but Adam could still make out the shapes of the crocodiles as they tore at his restraints, their massive bodies slamming into each other in their efforts to gain the upper hand. The struggle continued for what seemed like an eternity, the crocodiles' strength and determination almost superhuman. Adam's lungs burned with the need for air, his limbs felt like lead as he tried to fight against the relentless pull of the current and the weight of the crocodiles.Eventually, with a final powerful thrust, one of the crocodiles managed to wrench Adam's arm free from the shackle. The sudden release of tension sent Adam spinning away from the other crocodiles, gasping for air as he broke the surface of the water. He looked around wildly, trying to orient himself, but the crocodiles had disappeared beneath the waves, leaving only ripples and the occasional bubble in their wake. Until one appeared from thw watery dephs and swam aroudn him like a guard as if to make sure he was okay.Adam felt a surge of hope and gratitude as he realized that the crocodiles had saved him. They had freed him from his shackles and the death sentence imposed upon him by the Pharaoh. He looked down at his arm, now bare and unencumbered by the shackle, and marveled at the strength of the creatures that had rescued him. Before feeling the one swimming around him nudge him harsh toward a different bank saftey away from those that tried to kill him.As he stumbled onto the shore, his wet and battered body aching from the struggle, Adam noticed that the crocodiles were still in the water, watching him carefully. He wondered if they would leave him now that their job was done, or if they would continue to protect him. He tried to speak to them, to thank them, but no words would come out of his mouth. Instead, he knelt down in the mud and placed his free hand on the sand, offering the crocodiles a silent gesture of gratitude and friendship.The largest of the crocodiles, the one that had first freed him, swam closer to the shore. It regarded Adam with its ancient, unblinking eyes for a long moment before slowly nodding its head.   As it to say it understood him and that he would always have their protection even in in moments of death.

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Because we're all beautiful in our own way. home msg cmnt gallery stream bulletins these violent delights Grabbing the roll of paper towels, I stumbled into the tall chair at the kitchen island, my vision blurring as I tried to keep my balance. The kitchen was dimly lit, the warm glow from the under-cabinet lights casting long shadows across the marble countertop. The clock on the wall ticked loudly, each second stretching out interminably as I fumbled to wrap my arm. Blood soaked through the paper towel alarmingly, its dark red hue stark against the pristine white. My worry grew with each passing second, my heart pounding in my chest.Conrad was finally getting some well-deserved rest upstairs after a long day of mediating between Steven and Taylor. The house was enveloped in a thick, oppressive silence, broken only by the faint hum of the refrigerator. The pain and adrenaline mixed, sending tears streaming down my face. 'This can't be happening,' I whispered, the words almost lost in the stillness of the night.Steven's voice shattered the quiet, making me jump. He had been working on his laptop, a half-written essay glowing on the screen, and now he was by my side in an instant, his eyes wide with alarm. The kitchen still held the faint scent of the pasta we had for dinner, and the remnants of the meal sat in the sink, a stark reminder of how quickly things had changed."How did this happen?" Steven asked, his voice tinged with panic."I tripped outside and cut my arm. It’s not a big deal," I said, my voice shaky. The truth was far more complicated. I'd been pacing by the pool, trying to shake off the weirdest day I'd had in a while. The garden lights cast an eerie glow on the water, their reflections shimmering like ghosts. The night air was cool and crisp, a slight breeze rustling the leaves of the nearby trees. I knew the layout of the Cousins' porch so well I could navigate it blindfolded, but someone had moved a beach chair, causing me to trip and slice my arm on something sharp—a piece of broken glass from a forgotten bottle, perhaps."Belly, you're bleeding a lot. I’m getting Conrad," Steven declared, his voice filled with concern. The overhead light reflected off the stainless steel appliances, making the kitchen seem colder and more clinical."Steven, no, please," I pleaded, tears flowing freely. I didn't have the energy to explain why asking for help felt overwhelming. Conrad's presence was my safe haven, but Steven always made me anxious. His worry only heightened my own.Steven bolted up the stairs, ignoring my protests, his footsteps echoing through the quiet house. I could hear the creaking of the floorboards as he sprinted. I swapped the soaked paper towels for fresh ones, wincing as they touched the wound. The blood was dark and thick, staining the white paper towels a deep crimson.Conrad appeared within moments, his face etched with worry, with Steven right behind him. "Belly, what happened?" Conrad's voice was calm but urgent, his movements swift and precise. He took my arm gently, his fingers warm and steady, his eyes narrowing as he examined the cut."I had a fall outside," I whispered, leaning into his comforting embrace. His body radiated warmth, a stark contrast to the chill of the night air that had seeped into my bones. The smell of his cologne, a mix of pine and something citrusy enveloped me, making me feel slightly more at ease."This cut needs stitches. We can't handle it here," he said firmly, leaving no room for argument. His tone was decisive, the authority in his voice unmistakable.I sighed, knowing it was pointless to resist. When it came to my health, Conrad was immovable. "Alright," I relented, my voice barely above a whisper."I'll drive," Steven offered, his anxiety palpable. We need to hurry." He glanced around the room, looking for something else he could do to help, his expression a mix of worry and determination."Steven, thank you," I said, my voice quivering. "I just didn't want to wake him."Conrad helped me out of the chair, his arm strong and reassuring around my waist, and a wave of dizziness hit me. "I feel lightheaded," I admitted softly, my legs feeling weak beneath me.Without missing a beat, Conrad scooped me up bridal style, his grip firm but gentle. "Steven, grab her bag and shoes," he instructed as he carried me to the front door. The house was silent except for the creaking of the floorboards and the faint hum of the refrigerator.Steven dashed off to gather my things, returning moments later with my bag and a pair of mismatched shoes. Conrad effortlessly opened the door with one hand, the cool night air rushing in, carrying the scent of salt from the nearby ocean. "You told Steven not to come get me," he said gently, his eyes searching mine for an answer.A weak smile tugged at my lips. "I didn't want to worry you," I admitted, my voice tinged with guilt.Conrad looked down at me with a mix of exasperation and affection. "I always want to know if you're hurt, Belly," he said softly as we stood beside Steven's car, the metallic surface reflecting the porch light.Despite the pain, I managed a small smile. I knew how much it hurt Conrad to see me like this, and I didn't want to make it harder for him. "I know. Thanks for always being there," I whispered, my heart swelling with gratitude.He kissed my forehead firmly, his lips warm and comforting. "Always. But let’s try to avoid these situations in the future, okay?" he murmured, his voice filled with a tender concern."Yeah, let's not make this a habit," I replied weakly, attempting to lighten the mood."Alright, let's move," Steven said, returning with my bag and the mismatched shoes. His face was flushed, and his breathing was heavy, evidence of his worry.He unlocked the car, and Conrad gently settled me into the back seat, carefully buckling me in. As we drove off, the tires crunching on the gravel driveway, I noticed Steven had grabbed two different shoes. "Should I mention he got two different shoes?" I whispered, a small laugh escaping despite the tears that wouldn't stop.Conrad chuckled, his body shaking with amusement as he sat beside me, holding my hand. "We'll save that for later," he replied, his eyes twinkling with affection as Steven sped toward the hospital. The car's interior was filled with the engine's hum and the faint scent of leather, creating a cocoon of safety around me.The car sped through the quiet streets, the night enveloping us as we headed toward the hospital. The lights from the streetlamps cast fleeting shadows inside the car, the rhythmic passing of each one oddly soothing. Despite the pain and the anxiety, I felt a deep sense of gratitude for the two people by my side."I appreciate it, you know," I said, breaking the silence. "I know I can be stubborn.""Stubborn is an understatement," Steven replied with a chuckle. "But we wouldn't have you any other way."_____When I glanced at the medical supplies, my eyes widened in horror. The size of the syringe needle was startlingly large, and the sterile room seemed to close in on me. The antiseptic smell was overpowering, and the harsh fluorescent lights above buzzed incessantly, casting a cold, clinical glow over everything. The white walls and tiled floor reflected the light, making the space feel even more blinding. What on earth was this doctor about to do to me? The medical tray beside me was neatly arranged, with various tools gleaming ominously. Was it too late to go home and pretend none of this ever happened? Conrad was distracted at the moment, and I could slip right by..."It's just the numbing needle, Belly," Conrad said softly, sensing my panic. His voice was a soothing balm in the sterile environment. "It looks worse than it is."I scoffed, trying to mask my fear. "'Looks worse than it is,'" I mocked. "Are you serious?"The doctor chuckled as he adjusted his glasses, the lenses catching the harsh light. "It is rather intimidating, but I promise that's the needle you want. That'll make it so you don't feel me stitching you up, which is way worse than the numbing shot."I glanced at Conrad, feeling a pang of guilt. He stood there, looking tired but composed, his brown eyes filled with concern. I knew he was still likely upset with me, though I wasn't entirely sure why. But in moments like these, I always turned to him. Just like when I was five, scared and hoping Conrad Fisher would save me from drowning.And as always, he came through.Standing, Conrad walked the few steps to the bed and sat beside me. I melted into him, a subconscious movement propelled by my mind before I could even think about it. His familiar pine and citrus scent surrounded me, and I felt a little more grounded."She was about to bolt," Conrad explained to the doctor with a laugh, his voice rumbling in his chest."Was not," I argued weakly. Conrad rested his chin on the top of my head as I leaned against him, my back to his front. The warmth of his body contrasted sharply with the cold, impersonal feel of the hospital room."Yeah, sure. Remember when you tried to escape from the dentist's office when you were twelve?" he teased gently, trying to keep the mood light."That was different," I mumbled, rolling my eyes. "Dentists are scary.""And apparently, so are stitches," he said, squeezing my hand reassuringly. "But you’re going to be just fine. Just focus on my voice, okay?"The doctor’s hands were steady as he cleaned the area around the cut. The sharp smell of antiseptic filled the air, and the chill of the alcohol wipe sent a shiver down my spine. "Alright, here we go. Just a little pinch," the doctor said.Just as the needle approached, Conrad moved his hand over my eyes, blocking my view. "Trust me, you don't need to see this part," he murmured.When the needle went into my arm, my entire body tensed. I bit down on my lip, my hands clutching Conrad’s shirt. “You’re alright. Almost done,” Conrad whispered soothingly, his breath warm against my ear.A few seconds later, the pressure lightened in my arm. "Alright, Miss Conklin. I'll be back in five minutes to start your stitches," the doctor said, patting my arm gently before stepping out of the room.Conrad removed his hand from my eyes. "That was tough," I said with a shake of my head, trying to shake off the lingering anxiety. "But thank you. For sitting here with me. I'm sorry for earlier."I felt, more than heard, Conrad sighs against my back. "It's hard seeing you hurt, Belly," he said quietly. "I know I'm used to hospitals, but it's different when it's someone I care about. You didn't say anything wrong; I get... worried.""We all have our struggles, Conrad," I said kindly, reaching up to squeeze his hand. "And I appreciate you being here.""It's just... when I see you in pain, it brings back memories of my mom," he admitted, his voice strained. "I don't want to lose anyone else."I bit my lip, contemplating whether to share the emotionally raw night I'd had a few months ago. The tension radiating from Conrad told me it was worth being open with him."I was watching some dumb TV show by myself a while ago, and two characters were getting married," I started, tracing one of Conrad's palms with the forefinger on my good side. "And I realized that your mom won't be at our wedding. Which, obviously, I already knew...but I lost it when I remembered that I'd already read my letter. That she wouldn't be at our wedding.""Belly—" he began, but I cut him off."I'm just saying you're not alone in struggling with your grief and trauma from losing her, okay?" I finished, my voice cracking slightly.He kissed the back of my head as the doctor returned. "Thanks for sharing that," he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion."Dude," Steven re-entered the room behind the doctor, breaking the tension. "I couldn't find a Coke anywhere, and then it occurred to me—you hate Coke. What the hell?"I rolled my eyes at Steven's distraction, but his presence lightened the mood. "Maybe I need to start liking Coke," I said with a small laugh, the tension in the room easing slightly as the doctor prepared to start my stitches.Steven plopped down in a chair across the room, his expression mixed with frustration and amusement. "Yeah, well, good luck with that. This place is a maze. I nearly got lost just trying to find a vending machine.""Typical," Conrad said with a chuckle, his arms still wrapped around me. "Just keep talking, Steven. Keep her distracted.""Sure thing," Steven said, leaning back and crossing his arms. "Remember when you dared me to jump off the dock at midnight? I was covered in seaweed and thought it was a sea monster."I couldn't help but laugh; the sound was a welcome relief in the sterile room. "You were so terrified!""Swear to God, I thought I was going to die," Steven said, his eyes wide with mock horror.Conrad shook his head, still chuckling. "Yeah, and then you screamed so loud you woke up half the neighborhood." He launched into the story as the doctor worked on my stitches. The distraction worked, and before I knew it, the doctor was done."Alright, Miss Conklin. You're all set," the doctor said, admiring his handiwork. "Take it easy for a few days, and keep the wound clean and dry.""Thanks, doc," I said, genuinely grateful.Conrad helped me up, his arm steady around my waist. "Let's get you home," he said softly.As we walked out of the hospital, the cool night air felt refreshing against my skin. The stars were out, twinkling brightly against the inky black sky. The parking lot was nearly empty, the few remaining cars casting long shadows under the dim streetlights. I glanced at Conrad and Steven, feeling overwhelmingly grateful for the two most important people in my life. Turn itself back to re-behold the passWhich never yet a living person left

The names Cassia Henderson, My character takes place in any kind of apocalyptic world such as The Walking Dead, The Last of Us, Machines vs Humans and so forth....I am a multipara/novella writer from the old myspace days. So im always down for crossovers, AUs and mains and open to any ideas any one has. If your interested in writing something Apocalyptic add me!!! 

  There were eyes everywhere. Watching. Waiting for her to slip up at any moment. Nyx knew that it would be sooner rather than later. She needed to focus but her mind was still fogged from the night before. Too much alcohol. Pushing herself up from the bed, Nyx made her way out into the lounge room, scooping up empty bottles on her way past. Shaking the glass, hoping for a last taste of the evening before. Nothing. A deep sigh was exhaled as the bottle was discarded, another disappointment. A glint of white caught her eyes, brows shooting upward as she reached for the torn scrap of paper. Five words immediately burned into her mind. I know what you did.   Throwing the paper as if it was aflame, her form darting backward to get away from it. How could someone know? She had made sure to be careful about everything. Hands raced through raven locks, her eyes scanning the room for a sense of relief. As soon as dark hues landed on the snow-covered table, she breathed again. “Escape it. Make it numb. Make it go away.” The mantra she repeated over and over while hands busied themselves to aid in her relief. Everything became a blur. The note in her hand, the coke up her nostril, the immediate ease she felt. “I need to leave.”  Leaping into action she packed what minimal belongings she had into a small bag and slung it over her shoulder. A last glance at her home and she was out the door. Everything blurred together again, only coming back into view as she walked down an alley way by herself. “It’s too quiet.” She muttered to herself, the silence soon becoming deafening. Lights swirled around her, engulfing her in a sea of red and blue. Police? She turned on her heel in time to see the car advancing on her. Her arms raised to shield her eyes from the light but the engine continued to roar behind her. Not the police. Fear coursed through her as she pushed off into a run. She was going to die.     Tears streamed down her cheeks as she ran down the road, the police car advancing behind her. She needed to hide. Now. Through tear-stricken eyes she scanned her surroundings until they landed on an apartment building. Beelining for it immediately, she barged her way in and tried to find a hiding spot, ducking away in time as the car skidded to a stop in front of building. Her heart slammed against her chest. Her hand covering her mouth as she tried to make herself small. Don’t find me. She willed it to be true but the footsteps were getting closer.   The door flung open, the bang against the wall forced Nyx to scream. It was too late. Cowering in the corner of an office she finally got a glimpse of the one after her. “WHY?!” She cried, not daring enough to try to escape again. “Im sor-” Words cut off as the gun fired. White hot bliss engulfed her before the darkness claimed her. A scream slipped through plush tiers, her body shot up and a hand moved to where the bullet landed. It was only a dream. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she reached for a cigarette. It was only a dream. A f***ing nightmare.  

( one. ) if you think you're working with the faewith zero ancestral ties to them... no, you're not.there's a contract somewhere and there's alwaysmore in it for them.( two. ) they have no sense of time and are extremelyloyal creatures. offending and/or harming a fae won'tgo unpunished whether it was you or your triple greatgrandmama. punishment will likely last generationsuntil they're bored. ( three. ) fae folk are often mistaken for witches.this is insulting to them as fae are infinitely morepowerful by nature so be mindful.( four. ) they're easy to spot if you know whatto look for in the energetic field, and if you'recapable.( five. ) you should not eat their food. you'll belongto them forever. it's actually quite easy to not insultthem - be straightforward and firm. a simple 'no' willsuffice. don't say thank you and don't use too manywords. flattery and false politeness is also consideredoffensive as well as a show of fear.( five. ) giving a fae your name gives them the abilityto own you. while the fae fear only the creator of humans,they find humans to be insufferable, destructive playthings.( six. ) the fae are fiercely protective of their own. expectmisfortune if they sense even a miniscule amount of evilin your heart. ( seven. ) you shouldn't dance with them. it's inebriating. cover your ears if you hear their music. ( eight. ) always acknowledge them in their domains and don't pluck anything. don't accept gifts from them.( nine. ) the only way to ensure yours and your descendantssafety from the fae is if they're in your ancestry or if there's acontract. ( ten. ) the fae come in many different shapes and sizes. the majority of them are frightening and hideous whileonly a few races are known for their physical beauty.( eleven. ) it's criminal in both courts to breed with humansdue to the dumbing down of ancient bloodlines. ( twelve. ) faeries are never wrong. ( thirteen. ) they are master alchemists. don't ever think youcan throw something at them that they can't alchemize and usefor their own benefit. it only fuels them, deepens your debts, andthose who can confirm are no longer corporeal. ( fourteen. ) don't step inside their rings. don't sign that deal.( fifteen. ) the illusion of safety is most entertaining to them. ( sixteen. ) you shouldn't verbalize your apologies. offer themsweets like chocolate or your firstborn child. nothing too serious.( seventeen. ) humor is highly respected among the fae folk.( eighteen. ) the only pantheon they have love for is the norse.  

one. i'm here to write. banter, headcanons,status play, etc. are fun but i prioritize thestorytelling over all else. two. 18+ i'm notgoing to write smüt with you. that is a highhonor and a privilege. still, a matureaudience is preferred. three. themes vary. i like fantasy, biblical, supernatural (not thetelevision show), and horror. regardless, it's all dark and angsty here. four. stay in characterplease. ooc communications should be limitedto plot discussions and activity notices. oocdrama is strictly prohibited. i don't take kindlyto ooc introductions and flattery is destructive. five. para to multi-para is preferred. six. do notsteal from me. seven. i support all writers whowork hard on their originality and don't actuallymind if we never interact meaning there's no timelimit nor is there any obligation to speak to myroma if i've accepted you onto my list. eight. i'mnot against rpgs. i prefer 1x1 storylines andsmall group storylines to largely populated rpgs. nine. i don't really have a time limit to responses.if you need a break or know you'll be busy for anextended period of time then i'd expect an activitynotice. ten. discord friendly. eleven. single shipcharacter with stellar chemistry. roma is heterosexual.