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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 5, 2016 23:36:16 GMT -5
{{ yikes!! that's awful, i'm sorry :c I've only moved once and I didn't enjoy it }}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 23:41:19 GMT -5
{It'll be my 12th or 13th house and 6th or 7th school. Sometimes I lose track ^^" I don't mind going new places, it's just so much work}
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 5, 2016 23:45:03 GMT -5
{{ o.o wow it's difficult for me to make friends so I don't think I'd do well with that lmao }}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 23:51:49 GMT -5
{I'm not amazing at making friends either. Most of the time it's people who notice I'm new and are like: Hi, wanna sit with us at lunch? And I agree because I am desperate for friends when I first show up lol}
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 5, 2016 23:53:18 GMT -5
{{ well, you can always talk to me when you're lonely!! c: }}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 5, 2016 23:56:41 GMT -5
{I'm sure I will you're fun to talk to}
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 6, 2016 0:01:23 GMT -5
{{ awh thank you!! I'm sorry that I've been so busy as of late! It's unusual for me and I hate not being able to respond to a roleplay :c }}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 0:04:37 GMT -5
{Don't worry about it, I know how it feels. I'm going to bed though, it's late over here >.< good night!}
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 6, 2016 0:13:17 GMT -5
{{ sleep well!! }}
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Post by Vɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜs on Dec 6, 2016 16:11:47 GMT -5
Ilya lifted his head slightly, tilting to the side as the shrieking of laughter from the lower floors interrupted him and his miserable thoughts. He had been wallowing so much in his own sorrows that he actually had forgotten that the party was going on. A party that he had no place in. A party that he should not have been allowed in. After all, it was a celebration for his sister's birthday. After all, he wasn't really considered as family anymore. He tried to think back to his last party, but came up blank. It must have been years.
As he sat up drearily, kicking away some of the pillows that were only used as a decoration (he found them to be a tremendous nuisance but no one ever listened to him anymore), the other presence in the room soon came to his attention. "A soft "oh" escaped his lips as his eyes took in the figure before him. He figured that she was sent here to end him, seeing as how he was the only heir to the throne nowadays. His family had a lot of enemies, and he didn't blame them. If he had the opportunity, he too would revolt against his parents. But Ilya was not the King, he was just the mere Prince buried under the control of his family's burdens.
He didn't react like a normal person should, but then again, Ilya wasn't exactly the most normal person in the world.
"So, you're here to kill me, huh?" He questioned, his tone gentle as he peered at the younger female standing beside his bed. He seated himself more comfortably on his silk sheets. The aura around this entire occurrence was somewhat awkward, and not because she was his killer, but because she wasn't responding to any of his questions. She just stood there... silent.
His gaze was questioning as he peered into her face, almost confused as to why she was hesitating. His body was inwardly thrilled at the sudden prospect of being so close to death, which was a morbid thought that he realized.
"I'm not going to fight back, y'know. To make it easier for you."
{{ i'm sorry it's so short ;; }}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2016 18:25:18 GMT -5
{Omg it deleted my entire post ugh...I'll try to get another one up...}
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Post by Deleted on Dec 8, 2016 7:49:54 GMT -5
VɪᴛɪᴀᴛᴜsNo, he wasn't supposed to notice her. But what would she do anyway? Alice didn't have the will to kill him, and she didn't want to go back. Back 'home' was what she considered the threshold of hell. It was as close to hell as one could get on earth. They beat you, they betrayed you, they consider every evil thought to be good. What kind of place is that, what kind of place is that for anyone to live? Alice only knew otherwise by studying what people did in both her 'home' and in different towns. She watched as people seemed so much more at peace in civilization while in the organization, it was pure evil. That was her awakening, the others are still blind. But some are too blind to even want to see what else there was, and would turn her in for speaking about it. Alice had what seemed like sorrow in her eyes, and regret. Alice was full of regret, if you were to ask a scribe what the word 'regret' means, he would give you her name. She went pale when he spoke to her. She hated killing those who were strangers, but it wasn't until now would she have to kill someone she spoke to. It was like killing a third cousin you never really net, but felt attached to in a way. "I can't do this..." she said quietly, and mostly to herself. He wasn't going to fight back either, that scared her more than a whipping right now. Why wouldn't he fight back? She understood that she has trained over the courses of years on how to fight and to attempt a brawl with her would be somewhat stupid, but what about self preservation? Alice had some of that left, but after he spoke, not really. She dropped her arms, the knife was still in her hands, but she did not look like a threat anymore, if she ever did. A thought came to mind though: if either way she went she died brutally, then why not die as painfully? Alice could choose when that would happen. "Do...do you want to die? She asked him meekly.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 12, 2016 19:47:29 GMT -5
{Did you want to continue or no? I'm fine with either}
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