*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jul 3, 2019 21:57:37 GMT -5
(Does fawning over Seth count as a good quality? XD Maybe it's just because she's my character that I'm not satisfied with how she is. Or maybe it's because I haven't used her much before this plot started. I have to give her a hard time.)
Anya, gladly putting the boys and rest of the party aside, followed Cami over to where Cresseida stood, serving the cake. She waited patiently until it was their turn. "Thank you, Mrs. Vera," she stated once a plate had been handed to her. There was no hesitation when it came to digging into the cake, though less vocal on the show of how much she enjoyed it. Only after a couple of bites had been ingested did she speak. "I would say the party has turned out to be a good one," she commented.
(bleh, bad post. Sorry.)
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Post by hollyfern on Jul 3, 2019 22:12:07 GMT -5
Great I’ll get my forms up ASAP!) SN: hollyfern Plot/Prompt (please give title, or plot number in which section): my immortal Character's Name: Hunter Jacobson Description: average height for a female standing at 5 foot 4 inches. Her long hair is a silver-ish grey color with the tips black which end about half way down her back. Her whole wardrobe is dark colors, usually long sleeves and leggings even in the summer. She has a few tattoos, small ones all on her body; a small cat on the back of her neck, a sun on her right wrist, and a butterfly on the other wrist. She keeps her nails painted a deep black but doesn’t where any other makeup. Personality: She used to be this outgoing sweet girl but her boyfriend died and she shut down. She doesn’t talk much, only when she has to really, because she’s afraid she could break at any minute. She still loves the same stuff but has turned to darker sides; like painting for instance- she used to paint with bright and warm colors but now it is all dark colors. She keeps to herself mostly and does let anyone into her life since the accident, even cutting off friends and her late boyfriend’s family and friends despite there incessant, what she considers harassment, but is really checking in on her. She has been going to therapy since it happens but hasn’t said anything there either. Password:midnight (from memory so it might wrong) Other (Optional): SN: hollyfern plot: our old plot:D Character’s name: Carter Samuels Description: she a has red hair, not like a natural red hair, but she has bright red hair. The color is fading slowly from it too. She is on the short side at 5 foot 3 inches so because pregnant doesn’t help her at all. She has green eyes and originally black hair, with a scar running across her cheek and som on her ankles and wrists. She wears glasses always either sunglasses or her prescription glasses. Personality: Pretty bubbly and positive given she is out on the streets, kicked out by her parents for being pregnant. She lost everything when it go out she was pregnant, even the father. Her scholarship, her family, everything was taken away from her. She can be snarky and mean at points and her emotions are kindly of all of the place with the baby. She can be found hanging at the bookstore from open to close, she staying there overnight unknown to the owner, who just thinks she’s a dedicated customer. Password: Midnight other: n/a Here r the forms!
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Heterosexual
✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧
"You never have to prove yourself to anyone who doesn't accept you for who you are."
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Post by ✧☽ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏᴇʀ ☾✧ on Jul 3, 2019 22:13:15 GMT -5
No. xD She's still growing, then, which is totally okay. ;D Cressieda smiled. "You can call me Cresseida, Anya," she told her before responding to the young girl's comment. "Yes, I have to agree. Although I didn't expect Seth to take the stage. Which one of you two do I have to thank for that?"
"Anya," Cami answered immediately. "I'm the one who asked Seth, but it was something Anya said about being 'nice' to Callum that convinced him." She nudged Anya lightly with her elbow. "Good job with that, by the way. I don't know how you do it, Anya, but for some reason, Seth seems to like listening to you."
"'Like' is a strong word. I prefer 'doesn't dislike the idea.'"
Once again, the unexpected voice behind her made Cami jump. Thankfully, her plate was empty this time, so she didn't almost spill anything. "Seth! Damn it! Are you and Morgan competing to see which of you can scare me more?"
Seth's brows went up. "No we're not, but that is a brilliant idea."
Cami groaned. "Oh, great. Can't you just forget I said that?"
Seth hid a smile. "No can do. Sorry, sis." He looked past her to Cresseida. "Mother," he greeted warmly.
"Son," she responded. "Would you like some cake?"
"I would love a slice, please and thank you." As she cut him one, Seth finally turned his attention to Anya. His eyes were sparkling with amusement. "What did you think? Nice enough for you? Or do I need to go find him and give him a hug, too? I would like to point out ahead of time, doing so very well may result in me getting punched."
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jul 3, 2019 22:41:23 GMT -5
(Looks good, holly. Now, a couple of things before I go and make my characters. First, would you be okay with my guy for My Immortal to have multiple personalities? I don't know why, but I've been on a kick learning about it, and I have a sweet boy who would be perfect in bringing some happiness back to Hunter's life, he just happened to have some childhood trauma. Of course, if you do not like the idea, I don't have to include that detail. It was just something that I thought might keep things from getting too boring if there is ever a lull in things to do. But, of course, that's up to you. Second, how old is Carter/what age range? I'm assuming it's going to be in their early 20s at the very least. As well as what kind of direction did you want to go with it? As in, how do they meet? Do they already know each? Complete strangers? That sort of thing.)
(Yeah, I just wished she'd grow faster. XD)
"If you say so," Anya replied in regards of having permission to address her by her first name. It went against the manners she was taught growing up, but it wouldn't be a major detail. How many times would she need to speak her name anyway? She gave a sheepish smile at the praise for somehow talking Seth into singing and shrugged. "I really don't think I-" she had started, however, Seth's voice cut her off. Turning her head, she found him with a light in his eyes she hadn't remembered seeing before. Or, at least, it had been a while since she last witnessed it. "A hug would be an incredibly thoughtful thing to do, but I don't want to press my luck. I think one act of kindness is all you can manage for one day," she replied, her tone seeming to lighten with his current mood. "No, I think you've met your quota for the day well enough."
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Post by hollyfern on Jul 4, 2019 7:51:16 GMT -5
I think it’s a great idea for the guy to have multiple personalities! It’ll definitely keep things interesting! I’m thinking for both of there ages early 20’s like maybe 23? But with Carter and that plot we could make then former childhood friends if you want? Like they were friends I’m the elementary school then they ended up hating each other or something?)
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Post by hollyfern on Jul 4, 2019 8:41:45 GMT -5
I like that idea!)
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Post by hollyfern on Jul 4, 2019 8:55:21 GMT -5
Sounds good!)
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Post by hollyfern on Jul 4, 2019 12:40:16 GMT -5
Also did you want me to start when you get them up? I know you’re probably busy with Fourth of July festivities)
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Post by hollyfern on Jul 4, 2019 12:59:39 GMT -5
Doesn’t matter to me haha)
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jul 4, 2019 18:18:22 GMT -5
Anya jabbed her fork in the air in his direction, as if to stab him in attempts to fend off his attack. . "Someone has to," she replied. With her hair freed, she finished the last bit of her cake. "It'd be a shame if someone your pretty face because your arrogance got in the way of your better judgement."
For My Immortal: Derek Parker There isn’t much to note about Derek, however, he is a person that you remember easily. He has brown hair and smoky blue-grey eyes, and stands around 5’10”. His skin isn’t pale, but it isn’t exactly tan either. It’s somewhere in the middle. Across his skin are he scars that are the testament of his childhood. Most can't be seen due to his clothing, but his back mainly is scored with the beatings of a drunk father. Usually he wears jeans and a loose t-shirt with a necklace of small wooden beads. Derek is the kind of person who tries not to get too upset about anything. Key word is try. Despite the hardships of an abusive childhood, somehow the boy walked away with a kind demeanor. He tries to find the positive in everyone and everything, always giving people the benefit of the doubt unless they prove themselves to be bad people. If they are good, then he will be a loyal friend, always willing to lend a hand to those who need help or a shoulder to lean on. Yet he is not all whole and well. The boy is troubled with panic attacks. Triggered by stress or overwhelming emotions, he will have a moment of uncontrollable anxiety and fear that lasts anywhere between thirty seconds to two minutes. However, this is only one side of the coin for him. Derek has Dissociative identity disorder, or better known as multiple personality disorder. So far, there are only three persons that he will switch between: The host, which is Derek, the Protector, named Winter, and a Little, or child, by the name of Sam. This has a huge way of how he interacts with the world and people around him since he really can't control when he switches between personalities. One minute he will be himself, or the personality known as Derek, and the next he will be a fabrication of his broken mind, an escape, a coping mechanism he created to shield himself from his father. It's hard for him to be out in public sometimes, and, since he is fully aware of what the other "persons" are doing, he is often times embarrassed when he has these shifts. For our other plot: James Riley James is 23 and around average height. The boy is as thin as a rail for no other reason than that's how he was made. He takes after his mother in his light frame and delicate facial features. Because of this, he looks a little gawky and awkward, and most of his clothes hang loosely off of him. Yet he doesn't mind too much. The way he looked at it, having such a small form meant he could eat anything he want and not have to worry about the consequences. If he gained weight, good! It would put some meat on his bones. Brown hair cut short covers his head, and the same shade of brown fills his eyes, and medium toned skin filled in the rest of him. To be honest, he wasn't born with much to work with in the looks department, but he's not too bummed out about it. His looks did nothing to stop him from making friends with just about everyone. James is a friendly person. He tries to make friends with everyone, and if that doesn't happen, than he at least settles on being civil with those who don't like him. James is a lover, not a fighter, so he tries his best to avoid confrontation whenever he can. Personally, that is. Give him an action movie packed full with fighting and trouble, and he can't get enough of it. It takes a lot to bring him down, but like everyone, he has his good and bad days. Usually if he's having a bad day, a good laugh and time with friends is all he needs to cheer him up. James has several hobbies. Photography, wood working, and even a little baking fills his free time. It's a wide variety of hobbies, but when he wasn't good at sports, he needed something to keep him out of boredom.
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Post by hollyfern on Jul 4, 2019 22:06:30 GMT -5
Hunter looked around the room of her therapist’s office. This is usually how it went during the sessions, he’d ask her questions and wait for her to speak. She wouldn’t, not a single word for the whole hour and then she’d leave. Her mom would pick her up and ask her how she it went and Hunter would still say silent. Even through the whole hour drive back to her childhood home. She did have a place of her own, an apartment, but even since the accident she’s been forced to move back with her mom and attend therapy. She looked at the guy across from her with a blank stare, getting up and walking out of the room, the session barely even starting. She’d have an hour to kill so she decided to start towards a park, hearing little kids laugh. That always made her happy for a bit- little kids, or well it used to. She sighed and sat down on one of the benches, folding her hands In her lap and just watching the kids.
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Post by hollyfern on Jul 4, 2019 22:14:05 GMT -5
Carter glanced around the bookstore, stifling a yawn, tapping her fingers on the side of the mug of coffee in her hands. Her eyes were scanning the book in front of her, engrossed in the tale of witches and warlocks. She loved fantasy as it was a way to escape reality, specifically hers right now. She put a hand on her stomach as she felt a tiny kick and sighed, “relax little one, I can’t read to you right now.” The store was too crowded but usually on days it was empty she’d find a nice child’s book and read it to her baby. She stood up with a big breath and drank to rest of the coffee before heading out the store and done the street.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jul 5, 2019 9:06:28 GMT -5
Derek was having one of those brief days were he was allowed to run a couple of errands on his own. It wasn't that he wasn't trusted to go get things, but rather it was a matter of safety. If he had a switch while he was out, he wouldn't remember anything that was happening. Whoever took over would be fully in charge and free to do as they please. If Winter wanted out, then it wouldn't be too bad. If that person happened to be Sam, well, being alone wasn't a good idea. So far, however, things had been good. Sam was off playing somewhere in his mind, and Winter was standing halfway between them, as if he could keep an eye on both of them at the same time. With the other two occupied, he had the ability to function and get his chores done without any problems. With a couple of bags in his hands, the young man decided to take a more scenic route back home. Or maybe that was Sam's influence. He always liked to play on the playground when there was no one else there. Of course, he would have loved to played with the other children, but he was just simply too big to do so. It was a constant struggle of being a child in an adults body. Still, it never stopped him from always asking to go to the park whenever they could. He was taking the risk of a switch by doing it, but Derek thought Sam could use some kind of treat for being good. If Winter would stay close, then he might even stop and get an ice cream for him.
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James was walking down the street, backpack slung over one shoulder and his camera hanging around his neck. That was his usual attire most days. Majoring in photography gave him an excuse to bring his camera everywhere with him without seeming weird. There was only so many times he could pretend to be a tourist before people got suspicious. His classes for the day was over, and he didn't have work today, so he was traversing the city in hopes of finding and capturing anything he might be able to add to his portfolio. His eyes were everywhere, taking in the angles and perspectives of the buildings and signs and even the people around him. It was because of his constant focus on things around him that he was able to spot a familiar face leaving a book shop just ahead of him. "Carter?" he called, his pace slowing down slightly as he took in the woman to be sure. "Carter Samuels? Is that you?"
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Post by hollyfern on Jul 5, 2019 10:20:41 GMT -5
Hunter looked up as someone sat on the other end of the bench with a child in their arms, a toddler it looked like. After a little bit off coaxing from the mother, the ran ran off to play on the jungle gym. The woman opened her mouth to say something but stopped, noticing her daughter was the only kid on the playground; the rest were eating with their parents on other benches and at picnic tables. The woman glanced at Hunter and then frowned slightly, clasping her hands together, "lovely day isn't it?" Hunter just nodded and the woman opened her mouth again, "so...which one is yours?" Hunter glancing down at her hands. "You know there is no shame of having to give up your kid, nor is there any shame to wanting to see them grow up," the woman's voice was quiet, almost as didn't want anyone to hear. Hunter shook her head, getting annoyed with the woman now. The woman opened her mouth again to speak but Hunter locked eyes with her and put a finger to the woman's mouth, "I don't need someone judging and spreading lies about me ma'am. Now kindly shut up."The woman was taken aback by Hunter, starting to call over her child but Hunter was already standing up and heading for a soft patch of grass under a tree. She sat down and started looking at the park again, leaning back against the tree. She frowned and curled up with her knees close to her chest, closing her eyes.
The minute Carter heard her name she whipped around so fast her head started to spin. Her hopes of it being one her family or friends coming to her that they'd support and help her was quickly squashed when she saw the face who owned the voice. She raised an eyebrow in confusion; surely she must know this person because he knew her. She suddenly felt self-conscious, quickly wrapping her arms around her stomach. She started walking toward the young man and stopped a few feet away from him when she realized who he was, "James?" She'd lost contact with him years ago but before that they had been friends. She smiled, "it's good to see you. I didn't realize you were around. What have you been up to?" She saw the camera around his neck and laughed a little, "you aren't a tourist are you?"
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Jul 5, 2019 13:04:19 GMT -5
Derek was just starting to pass the playground when he became aware of Sam. He must have caught on to where they were and wanted to know what was going on. One child was out there at the moment. Others were sitting and eating with their families. The urge to go play was there, and if it wasn't for the items his grandfather needed to be brought home, he would stop and let Sam have a bit of fun before going home. Yet the boy would have to settle for some ice cream later on. It was all he could do at the moment. Apologizing to the child, he continued on his way. Or, that was what he was planning on doing until he spotted a figure not far away. A girl was sitting under a tree who had her eyes closed. Now, there was no signs of distress, and it wasn't uncommon for people to nap here. Still, there was something about her that sparked a bit of concern in him. Despite any objections he was sure Winter would throw at him, he wandered over to where she was sitting. "Um, excuse me, miss," he called, hoping that she wouldn't be too angry with him for disturbing her. "Is everything okay?"
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James laughed as shook his head. "No, haven't been a tourist now for a year," he told her. "I moved back the beginning of the year when I transfer colleges. I'm majoring in photography and journalism. Mostly photography though, if that's any shock to you." His eyes took in the appearance of his old friend. The last time he had seen her was the beginning of 10th grade. His family moved states for his mother's job, and the two of them hadn't been able to maintain contact like he had hoped. Even back then, he was obsessed with cameras. It was an obsession that wasn't likely to be stopped any time soon. "Gosh, it's been forever! How are you? Ho have things been? I'd hug you but I don't know if you'd think it's weird or not."
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Post by hollyfern on Jul 5, 2019 13:56:11 GMT -5
Hunter groaned when she heard a voice. Miss? Do I look that old? She thought, pausing a second before opening her eyes. “I was trying to....” she froze, “Max?” She got up and looked at the figure in front of her, which held an uncanny resemblance to her late boyfriend, Max, who had died in a car accident. She bit her lip, shaking her head, swallowing the tears before opening her mouth, “leave. Now.” She looked at the boy again, not really sure if she was hallucinating or not. She tried stepping back but scrapped against the rough bark of the tree. Her eyes locked with his, giving him the best threatening glare she could which wasn’t much. She pressed a finger to the side of her wrist, not taking her eyes off the person in front of her. She just wanted him gone, she reminded her of him. If it wasn’t for Hunter her boyfriend would still be alive right now. “Just go away, please. I... I’m fine.”
“Oh wow, that’s great to hear,” she thought about what she would be doing had it not been for the child in her. She would be on track to finish college in a year with a degree in communication and business. She would have her own place, maybe even a dog. But she had none of that anymore. She perked back up as he continued talking, “but no photography isnt that much of a shock to me. Journalism maybe but it looks like you’re enjoying it either way.” She laughed a little, “I’ve been ok. Nothing new with me though.” She didn’t want him to pity her or anything so she kept quiet about everything. But I hardly remember us hugging when we were friends ugh? Something about me handing cooties right?” Carter winced a little when she felt the baby kick again. “Well it definitely a surprise to see you.”
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