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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 18, 2017 22:19:36 GMT -5
{Note: This is NEVER private! I am always willing to create duplicates! :3}
Requirements:
Be literate (Using proper grammar and not many typos.) Be descriptive (Using imagery and strong language.) And lastly be able to type at least 25 lines per post.
The reason why is because I would like to improve my writing skills!
Plot:
My guy and your girl live in a not-so-great city. The reason why is mostly because of my guy, who has the power to control fire. He is an infamous criminal who is unable to control his power sometimes, leaving people badly burned or worse. Occasionally, buildings get set ablaze as well because of him if he's seriously angry. Anyway, your girl is curious about him. She goes out one night, and hears a gunshot go off. Sometime later, the two of them run into each other, my guy clutching his chest. He is badly wounded, and your girl takes him to her house to patch him up. He ends up sleeping there too, and the next morning the police end up tracking him back to her house. They are forced to live on the run, as she is assumed a criminal as well for helping him.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 18, 2017 23:03:57 GMT -5
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Post by liz on Jan 18, 2017 23:20:09 GMT -5
OH MY GOD I LOVE THIS SO MUCH BUT IM NOT GONNA BE ON UNTIL SOMETIME TOMORROW NIGHT BUT OH GOODNESS I LOVE THIS IDEA AND I SWEAR ID TRY SO HARD TO MAKE IT AS AMAZING AS IT SOUNDS AND ID STRIVE FOR THAT 25 LINE GOAL AND AHHH GNIGHT xD )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 19, 2017 1:16:49 GMT -5
{Ahhh, thanks so much!!!!! :3 I'm really glad you like the idea! I'm super excited to RP it! And that's perfectly fine, I understand being busy since I have college. :T I might end up posting a starter during the time you are gone, so we can just get right into it. ;>}
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Post by вlue вlood on Jan 19, 2017 8:12:15 GMT -5
( hiya!! this sounds like it could be good fun if you'd ever be interested in a duplicate! cx )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 19, 2017 10:00:38 GMT -5
{Hello! Sorry for not responding quickly, I'm living the college life and having to wake up early and do all this stuff. I would definitely be willing to create a duplicate! My class is about to start though, so I'll have to do it later.}
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Post by вlue вlood on Jan 19, 2017 11:06:08 GMT -5
( no worries at all! I totally get you, uni starts back next week for me c: take all the time you need! )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 19, 2017 22:48:54 GMT -5
{Gah, I'm so sorry!!!! I had a super long day at college, with my classes all spread apart. I was going to make a duplicate and type up a reply, but I'm like beyond tired right now. I don't have any classes tomorrow, so I'll be able to duplicate and reply tomorrow. College life is very tiring. RIP me. ;;^;;}
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Post by вlue вlood on Jan 20, 2017 8:47:40 GMT -5
( aa you have my sympathies, my classes last year were super spread out :c I got really lucky this semester since my lectures are all back to back in the afternoon. take some time to relax!! c: )
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 20, 2017 16:52:06 GMT -5
{Ah, I'm finally able to get a reply up! My apologies for taking so long! And I hope it all makes sense and he isn't a 'mary sue' type character lol. I'm kind of tired right now.}
"Police are still searching for a guy by the name of Lucian Crow, who has the power to control fire. He has terror-" Lucian shut off the television without a second thought as they began talking about him. He hated hearing about people talking about him, as they never had anything good to say. "The guy's a monster!" "Tch, he should be in a lab. He's a freak, after all." Those were the kind of things he heard constantly, and he couldn't stand it. Although they had good reason to hate him, they didn't understand what he went through in his life. His parents always went out to drink, and they blamed all their problems on him, causing his life to become a miserable nightmare. One night as they mindlessly caused him to suffer, he became so angry that a flash of orange came out of nowhere and engulfed the entire house. The smoke alarms started blaring, and Lucian looked down to see the flames dancing across his hands. Lucian quickly turned away, bolting out of his house and heading far away from the scene. That day was forever burned into his mind as the day he discovered he had powers.
After that day, his life changed. He found himself getting into more fights than usual, and he had to steal for a living. There were burn victims around the city, and it only recently traced back to Lucian Crow, the only one who survived the devastating fire. The police had been after him for stealing, but now he was wanted for much worse. All the guy could do now was run, hoping he wasn't caught. If he did try to explain to the police that his parents were horrible people, it wasn't like that would do anything. They would just take him away and throw him into solitary confinement, give him the death penalty, or maybe even hand him over to the government to be tested on. It wasn't like he meant to do any of this though.
Anyway, Lucian shook his head to clear his thoughts and headed outside of the abandoned apartment he called home, walking briskly along the sidewalk. The night air was rather cold, as it was still winter. He had on an old black hoodie, the bottom of it permanently damaged from being touched by fire. His hood was covering his face as usual, although some messy black hair stuck out. The moon was high, and it was rather late. Maybe around two o'clock in the morning he guessed. Lucian had been on his way to the corner store that advertised it was open 24/7, planning to steal some food as his stomach had been growling all day. Passing by some stores and the park across the street, he came up to the corner store which happened to be well lit. Lucian walked around towards the side of the building, spotting a door that wasn't as noticeable. He tried the door, and luckily for him, it wasn't locked. He ended up walking right into the building, founds way to the store, and started to work fast by grabbing anything and everything he could. Mostly chips and drinks, he stuffed his pockets and the small duffel bag he took with him. The clerk shouted at him, and he knew the police were on the way. Lucian finished up and slung the duffel bag over his shoulder, making his way out the front entrance since that happened to be the closest to the alleyways.
The second he stepped outside, he saw quite a few police cars speed toward the place, pushing way over the speed limit. He figured they happened to be close by, already out searching for him. And just like that, he was surrounded. Silently cursing to himself, he took a deep breath, glancing around. There were tons of gas pumps, as this was a popular place to go. The police were shouting and getting out of their cars as Lucian tried to formulate a plan in a matter of seconds while panicking. Without hesitating, he sent out flames towards the gas pumps, but he was a second too late. As the fire met with the gas, he could feel a sharp pain enter his chest. A second after that happened, flames and smoke sprouted from every direction and Lucian took off running, using the smoke as a cover for his escape. Everything happened so quickly, but this time was different. The police had been given clearance to fire on him. Lucian was sprinting as fast as his legs could take him, fear and adrenaline fueling him as he didn't want to be captured.
He had always been so focused on escaping and high on adrenaline that he never realized how much his lungs burned from running. Today, he had noticed every bit of pain he felt as he rested somewhere in the maze of alley's in the city. Laying on the concrete with his right hand pressed on his wound, he caught his breath while staring at the stars. He began to think that this was what he probably deserved, and also what everyone else wanted of him. After a short while, Lucian stood up slowly, wincing at his every move. Tossing his duffel bad full of food over his shoulder and moving his free hand up to pull his hood back on, he started walking once more. All he wanted to do was go home now. His mission to get food was complete, although he had encounter some difficulties. Heading back onto the sidewalk and towards the direction of his house, he could only hope nobody else was out. In this weak and vulnerable state, he was pretty much an easy target for the police.
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Post by Møиø¢ħяøмe on Jan 20, 2017 17:02:39 GMT -5
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Post by liz on Jan 20, 2017 17:13:35 GMT -5
"I'll see you later boys," Kate smirked before closing the car door behind her. She was out past curfew; again. Pulling the skirt of her dress down, she gripped her jacket tightly as she began walking. She'd need to clear her head and sitting shoulder to shoulder with the most amazing man she'd ever known, valedictorian of her graduating class as well as Captain of the Water Polo Team and her Vice President, Katherine Pulitzer, straight A-student and Student Body President as well as Thespian Troupe Leader, was in love. Eric was smart, funny, kind and easily able to persuade her to join him and a few of his buddy's to a late showing of Passengers. She herself wasn't too fond of the movie, but Eric loved it and even held her hand the whole time. She had not worked a boyfriend into her equation for success. Texting her mother that she was home, she continued to walk aimlessly. Dad had already called her to tell her he had a breakthrough on the Crow Case and Mom was taking a break from life up at the vacation home in Upstate New York. Leaving a voice mail for her father, she picked up her pace when she heard sirens and nearly screamed when the sound of gunshots and an explosion came from a few blocks away. Tearing her heels off, she picked them up and began to run as fast as she could. Ten minutes later, she stood in front over her house, toying with the keys. She'd passed a man on the walk home, he was groaning and looked to be in a great deal of pain, gripping a dirty old duffle bag tightly. She would have offered him some help, but she knew better than to make herself that vulnerable. Yet here she stood, watching the man slowly tread across the sidewalk in front of her house. Sighing, she set her shoes down and slowly approached the man. "H-hello. I was wondering, do you need any money?" Growing closer to the man, she gasped when she noticed he had been shot, and he had lost a lot of blood.
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