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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 10:32:02 GMT -5
Hello! All I ask is that you're literate, like 15 lines or so.
Plot:
My girl has the power to control fire, and she is unstable. Basically, she can't control her powers yet. People stay away from her because they claim that she is the 'bad guy', and so she slowly became one like everyone thought. Society had changed her for the worse. On the other hand, your guy has the power over ice. Though, nobody knows about it. He learned to control it, and he lives a pretty normal life. That is, until he runs into my girl who is bleeding on the ground. Both of their lives would change that day.
That is just the backbone of a plot, and we can just wing the rest and see where it takes us.
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Oct 11, 2016 11:30:58 GMT -5
(this sounds fun!!)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 12:47:22 GMT -5
{Awesome! And sorry for disappearing, I had class. We can just jump right into this! Would you like me to start?}
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bad bitch
𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤
if i punch myself and it hurts am i too weak or too strong
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Post by 𝕛𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤 on Oct 11, 2016 12:51:22 GMT -5
(you're good! and sure! do you want me to make any sort of character description or should we just make it up as we go along?)
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Post by Deleted on Oct 13, 2016 10:56:26 GMT -5
Alex was sitting down in an abandoned alleyway, gazing out at the almost empty street. She pulled her hood down to cover her face when her eyes fixated on her left hand, which had a burn scar on it. In fact, most of her left side was burned during the freak accident when she discovered she had powers. Ever since that day, everyone hated her. They wanted her dead or locked away from the public. They called her the 'bad guy', but she didn't ever mean to hurt anyone. But after some time, she started to believe it. Living as a thief was the only way for her to obtain food and clothes and everything. And whenever someone upset her, her powers just consumed her, causing her to become a monster. After that, things just kept getting worse. She began to have nightmares and wake up to a burning building or two, or even caused huge explosions at gas stations. She was unstable, as people commented. Eventually all of that became normal for her, and she craved destruction. Tonight, she planned to take a quick stop at a corner store to steal some money. The girl stood up with a yawn, stuffing her hands in her pockets as she made her way down the dimly lit streets to the nearest corner store. She stepped in, squinting at the bright artificial lights as she made her way straight for the cash register. She demanded to have all the money in the register, and slammed her hands on the counter, causing whatever was on it to burst into flames. The clerk didn't do anything, so she took it upon herself to leap over the counter, forcefully open the register, and snag as much cash as she could into her pockets. While doing that, she was interrupted by the faint sound of sirens and cursed silently under her breath. She clenched her now burning fist and smashed it into the clerk's face before running out through the back. The sirens were louder now, and she realized they were coming from all directions. They were planning to surround this place, and she huffed in annoyance. She turned and headed straight for some apartments, but not before she heard a single gunshot. She turned to see where the gunshot came from, and felt a searing pain in her chest. Tch, so they had seen her. Her eyes widened in pain and she tightly clenched her wound, silently hoping it wouldn't leave a trail of blood leading right to her. She continued running to the apartments and climbed up the fire escape, arriving at the roof. Alex was prepared to do anything to escape, and luckily she was in shape. She suddenly took a running start and leaped off the roof repeatedly until she felt she was far enough away. She glanced over the side of one of the buildings, and saw another old fashioned fire escape. She jumped down onto it and started her journey down, landing in an alley on the outskirts of the town. She was breathing heavily, her hand still clutching her hoodie where the wound was. It was still bleeding, and it didn't seem like it would stop anytime soon. Alex just layed there in the midst of the night, the ground beneath her stained red.
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Post by Iceheart014 on Oct 13, 2016 13:00:40 GMT -5
(Are you still looking for someone to rp?)
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