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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 3, 2016 13:53:15 GMT -5
@blubberywhales
here we go!!~
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 13:59:02 GMT -5
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 3, 2016 14:11:41 GMT -5
no biggie, that's fine!! i'm taking my dog for his thirty minute walk lol
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 16:06:14 GMT -5
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 3, 2016 16:22:24 GMT -5
i tend to use a faceclaim and then describe as we go along, but if you like descriptions i can cook up a brief one!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 16:28:58 GMT -5
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 3, 2016 16:43:47 GMT -5
it's up to you, friend~ c:
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 16:55:15 GMT -5
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 3, 2016 17:01:48 GMT -5
it did! she's adorable!!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 17:03:44 GMT -5
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 3, 2016 17:08:14 GMT -5
that works!! i'll make mine 19 or 20.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 17:12:56 GMT -5
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 3, 2016 17:17:36 GMT -5
it's up to you, really. i don't mind either way~
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 17:19:25 GMT -5
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 3, 2016 17:21:44 GMT -5
my first post usually ends up being longer than what I usually post, just a warning!~
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 17:26:26 GMT -5
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 3, 2016 19:48:19 GMT -5
ilya kuvishnov
Ilya grumbled to himself as he stormed into his room, his leather boots making hardened noises against the marble floor. He slammed the door to his room shut, bolting the locks with distaste and fury. Through the thick door, the sounds of the party could still be heard. He was even on the fourth floor, yet the noise continued to reach him. He just couldn't ever be alone to his misery, could he?? He closed his eyes in order to gain full control of the situation, exhaling heavily through his nose as he slid down against the wooden door to the ground.
He was never liked by his parents, he always knew that. It wasn't that difficult for him to tell, really. It was obvious from the way they looked at him, with their sour faces of disgust. It was obvious from the way they spoke to him, short and brisk sentences with little emotion behind them. It was obvious from the way they treated him, with mocking remarks or ignoring him completely.
They even treated his sister far better than they did to him. At dinner, they asked her about her day with such vivid interest while he would be completely overlooked. She wasn't even the heir to the throne, yet she got more respect than he did. Of course, Ilya hadn't been originally, but his brother's passing placed him in the spot instead. He almost cursed his brother's name, in anguish at the idea of having to rule. He never wanted to partake in anything that dealt with the Royal Family. In fact, he despised being a part of it.
That was mainly the reason why he acted out so much. Tarnishing his family's name was Ilya's way of getting back at them. Childish, yes. But it was the only thing he could manage and get away with. Of course, he would get proper scolding and punishments. But none of them hurt as much as his parent's rejection.
He held his head in his hands, resting his elbows on his knees. As he blinked away his tears, he wondered if his death would come as a surprise to them. Of course, his way of dying wouldn't be noble, but what part of him was?? To them, he was similar to the scum on their boots.
He laughed bitterly, picking himself off the floor before shuffling over to his bed and throwing himself upon it. Anything. Anything was better than this.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 20:07:02 GMT -5
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 3, 2016 23:13:33 GMT -5
{{ sorry that took me so long.. ~ }}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2016 23:40:09 GMT -5
Just up the wall, just a knife through the heart, just a body being taken to her council of higher ups. That's all it was right? Just a game. A sick psychological game that tore someone from the inside out. And what happened if Alice lost that game? Her death. A slow and painful one, most likely a whipping until she fell onto her knees, then a beating by the fists of her peers, and she didn't want to imagine what would happen afterwards. It gave her dreams that caused her to wake up from her own screams and beads of sweat on her forehead. It's a good thing she had her own quarters.
Alice was standing at the base of the castle wall. Staring up at the window where she was said to find the Prince's quarters. She gripped her knife until her knuckles grew white. This knife had been with her since day one of her training. And it was anything but a safety blanket. It was like a poisonous relationship. You had to hold on to it, but all it did was harm. And not only to the people she was sent to kill, but to Alice herself. She couldn't kill mindlessly like her peers. She wasn't like them at all. Alice found herself apologizing to the bodies of her victims, she would mourn over them when no one looked. She knew she would get in trouble if she was caught, even if she wasn't affecting anyone directly. Maybe it would be another cut on her arm. Like the one she already has, she recieved a few weeks ago for failing to complete a training exercise.
Alice took a large gulp of air in, and closed her eyes for a few moments before starting to work her way up the wall. There were stones that stuck out more than others and those were the ones she depended on to climb. Along with that blasted knife as a hold for her hand when needed.
One floor, now two, three...and four...she didn't want to be here, should she just jump now and kill herself? It would be less painful than the castle knowing she was here or the organization. It was too late though, she can't. Something told her to let go but the will to live told her to keep going. But would she really live? Alice did almost let go, but she mindlessly kept climbing up and felt he fingers hit an open windowsill. Open? Unusual, but it helped her out...sort of. Alice pulled herself up after tucking her knife away and swinging her legs inside of the room.
She landed with a soft thump from the window and began to brush herself off a little. It was like a movement she had no control over. Alice was continuously told to keep her uniform looking nice so those who witnessed the killing knew who it was. The guild of outlaws that everyone wanted dead was responsible of course, and they wanted people to know it. To fear the symbol of the wolf marked on her cloak. The wolf was what they chose as almost a mascot for their guild.
Her blue tunic and silver pants wouldn't be very clean after this. The Prince's blood would literally be on her hands. She stealthily made her way to the prince who was lying on his bed, he looked so tired. And not the sleepy kid. The fed up with something kind. She pulled out her knife, and gripped it tight as she raised her arm to strike him dead. But...she couldn't. She just kept her arm raised in the air, poised to strike, but didn't move. Her eyes weren't brimming with tears, she didn't want to show much emotion on the outside. Not in front of him, even though he would be like everyone else.
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 4, 2016 0:31:18 GMT -5
{{ I'm exhausted so I'll respond later! Goodnight!~ }}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 0:33:20 GMT -5
{Goodnight! (^-^) }
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 9:48:01 GMT -5
{I decided to match your post length better and add onto it, so I would reread what I had ^^"}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 15:02:11 GMT -5
{ VɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜsDid you still want to do our plot?}
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 4, 2016 16:10:04 GMT -5
{{ i just had practice for five hours, and i now have test prep until 8:30 pm }}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2016 16:10:58 GMT -5
{Oh okay I'm sorry! I didn't know}
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 4, 2016 16:50:27 GMT -5
{{ it's no biggie, you didn't know. I'll respond at a time I'm not overworked }}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 22:20:50 GMT -5
{ VɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜsHi! How are you?}
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 5, 2016 23:12:15 GMT -5
{{ lmao stressed as hell :c you?? }}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 23:31:15 GMT -5
{Same actually. I just have so much homework all due around the same time. On top of that I'm moving across the country so my mind is also on my other school and paperwork for it woo *cries*}
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