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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2017 14:36:13 GMT -5
(Nico is adorable because his siblings are his life. He loves them so much more than himself. I love Nico so much!)
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Post by . on Dec 6, 2017 15:42:05 GMT -5
I'm almost done with Carter's starter and I'm so excited for this!
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Post by . on Dec 6, 2017 17:35:34 GMT -5
Heart pounding, Carter took off running down the alley and through the shadows until he reached the fence at the edge of the elementary school. He hopped it and kept running through the playground. His breath came out heavily as he twisted his head around to the the two silhouettes gaining on him, their feet pounding the pavement not too far behind his own. "Get back here! I'm gonna kill you!" one of the voices shouted. Carter found himself smiling as he stuffed his hand in his pocket and felt the cash he'd grabbed from the guy and his friend. It wasn't Carter's fault they hadn't been paying much attention. "You little-" the voice cut itself off when Carter ducked into a little play structure and climbed to the top. He waited until he heard the two pairs of feet tromping up the steps behind him. When they reached the top, he hurdled the small fence and dropped to the ground below, landing carefully before hopping to his feet and running off. He was about to hop the next fence and cut through Mrs. Morton's yard, where he could lose the guys and make his way safely back to his own apartment. However, the young man skidded to a stop when he was met with the vicious bark of a large dog patrolling the yard. Cornered, he mumbled a few not so nice words under his breath and turned to face his pursuers. "Come on, Klein. Hand it over and no one gets hurt. Except you, of course," the man snarled. His Buddy acting as a lookout, te first man took a threatening step towards Carter. Carter opened his mouth to reply before he felt a burning pain on his chest. Money still in his pocket, he clutched his chest and doubled over, groaning in pain. The guy took a step back and looked over at his friend. "What's up with the kid?" he asked, looking over at Carter. "I dunno, man, but I'm outta here. I can't go to jail again," his friend said, clearly unsure if Carter was having a heart attack or something. The first guy nodded and the two took off. Carter fell to the ground, the wet grass soaking his clothes. Just as soon as the pain appeared, it disappeared. Chest rising and falling rapidly, Carter looked down his shirt at the glowing, red hot caduceus shaped charm resting against his chest. He ripped the chain off from around his neck and looked at it, rubbing the red mark on his skin. He had picked up the charm years ago, thinking it was cool, but now he was wondering what kinda junk he'd gotten himself into with the odd necklace. Suddenly, Carter heard a man's voice. He looked around for the speaker before realizing the voice was coming from his own head. Was he going crazy? Head south to the Parthenon. The Fate of the Gods rests in your hands. The voice was deep and smooth and there was something that made Carter feel as if he had to trust it. And at this point, he had nothing to lose. So, he jumped to his feet and ran home, taking the steps two at a time and opening the door to the apartment he shared with his mom. She wasn't home, which was good. It would make leaving so much easier for Carter. He took the money he'd stolen tonight and placed it on the counter before scribbling a note: Mom, You know I love you more than anything, but I need to go on a little trip. I promise I'm fine and I'll call you when I can. I hope to be home soon, but this is bigger than both of us. Here's some money I earned tonight. It should help you out. Love you! Carter He even drew a cute little heat before placing the note on top of the stack of cash. Once he was sure it'd be where she would notice it, he made it to the small room that had been converted into a room for him. He didn't know its original purpose and it wasn't much bigger than a closet, but it was enough to give the young man his privacy. He dug through his belongings and packed a bag with a few of his nicer clothes, what little money he had laying around, a knife, and the small stuffed squirrel he'd had since he was a child. They used to be his favorite animals and he remembered the day his mom had bought it for him. His fifth birthday. The day after his dad disappeared. He shook his head and stuffed Sir Squiggles into his bag. He slung it over one shoulder and looked around the living room as he left. He made sure to lock the door and hesitated before he went towards the stairs. He didn't want to leave. He knew it would kill his mom and she was the biggest, most important thing in his life. Of course, one less body to take care of would make it easier on her. Armed with that thought, he raised his chin and made his way out of the building. He, of course, didn't have a car, but he knew of where he could get a ride. It wouldn't be easy, but it would have to do. About the minutes later, Carter arrived at a house. It was small, but seemed to be in decent shape. At least, it was better than most houses in this part of town. He knocked sharply on the door, waiting for it to open. He was greeted by a man with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He scowled at Carter's smiling face. "Whaddya want?" he growled, turning to put his cigarette out in the ash tray behind the door. He looked behind him and exited the house, leaning against the doorframe. He glanced back inside where Carter knew his wife and kids were asleep. He looked Carter up and down, clearly disgusted by the young man at his front door. "I need a ride, man. Tennessee," Carter replied. He felt his fingers closing around the handle of his knife. He knew the man wouldn't agree. He never would. And Carter was proven right. "Tennessee? Kid, that's a six hour drive each way. I got three kids in there that need me," he said with a shake of his head. "Sorry." He didn't mean it. Carter could tell by the tone. He clutched the handle of the knife tighter and took a step forward. "Look, Kenny, I need a ride to Tennessee. I did you a favor, now I need you to do me a favor," he hissed, watching the much larger and older man turn pale at the mention of the favor Carter had done for him. He opened his mouth to argue, but Carter shook his head, pulling the knife out. "Kenny, this is a big deal. I need a ride." Minutes later, Kenny had gone in to talk to his wife and he soon returned to his car, getting in the front seat. Carter tossed his bag into the back and buckled up, relaxing for the long ride with a man he couldn't stand. As they pulled out of the driveway, Kenny kept throwing suspicious glances at Carter, who pretended as if he couldn't see them. He appeared to be almost asleep, just as confident and calm as always. But inside, he was freaking out. What if he was going crazy? What if he ended up stranded in Tennessee with no way to get home? What if this was some elaborate setup by some psycho he'd messed with and he'd be killed when he arrived at his destination? They were all appropriate worries, at leas that's what Carter thought. But his biggest fear? Being unable to return to his mom. He didn't know what she'd do if he went missing and never returned or was reported dead in a few days or weeks. Nobody would weep about the poor young man found in Tennessee with a bullet hole in his back. They'd say "oh, what a shame" and then return to whatever it was they were doing before they heard about one more young life being ended too soon. Some might even blame him for it. Accuse him of being involved with gangs or or violence. Well, he was, but for good reason. His mom needed the money and no part time job Carter could get would be enough to help her with the bills. He did what he had to do. Hours later, Kenny pulled into the parking lot of the Parthenon, which was most definitely closed at this hour. Carter grabbed his bag from the back and waved a goodbye to Kenny. The man didn't even glance at him as he drove away, leaving the man alone. As he made his way to the door, Carter was surprised to see that the security cameras were obviously shut down and there were no guards to be seen. He made his way to a side door and picked the lock easily before heading inside. He passed one guard, who seemed to be very well knocked out. Carter walked right past him and approached the Athena Parthenos, something he'd learned a little bit about when he borrowed Kenny's fancy smartphone on the ride there. "Hey there, Golden Girl!" Carter said to the statue with a wink and a pair of finger guns. He groaned and shook his head. "This is why no one likes you, Carter," he said, and he could've sworn the statue glared at him.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2017 17:41:00 GMT -5
(my god does my starter for Nico need to be this long?)
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Post by dandelion on Dec 6, 2017 17:59:18 GMT -5
sweeeet~ i'll probably start off with zack? we'll see how the writing process goes xD
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2017 18:03:23 GMT -5
(for Nico it'll probably be short compared to Ariat's post.)
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Post by . on Dec 6, 2017 18:04:41 GMT -5
(my god does my starter for Nico need to be this long?) it doesn't have to be quite as long as mine but since this is a more advanced roleplay I will be expecting substantial length and detail with posts that move the plot forward and give everyone something to respond to And long posts are appreciated
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Post by . on Dec 6, 2017 18:05:44 GMT -5
sweeeet~ i'll probably start off with zack? we'll see how the writing process goes xD abhhhh I can't wait to see Zack I just had a lot of muse for Carter Plus I wanna talk luminous and sweetclover quickly before I post Jordan
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2017 18:06:20 GMT -5
(yeah alright lol. you really went with it though. also i hope you don't mind but when i rp i break the fourth wall sometimes.)
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Post by . on Dec 6, 2017 18:56:14 GMT -5
sweetclover1 carmine. I also wanted to discuss some trio stuff before I get jordans starter started
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Post by carmine. on Dec 6, 2017 18:56:40 GMT -5
hey guys, my hands are tied at the moment, but i'll try to get a starter up tonight can't wait to meet everyone's characters !!
edit: discuss away cx what did you want to talk about?
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Post by . on Dec 6, 2017 18:56:56 GMT -5
(yeah alright lol. you really went with it though. also i hope you don't mind but when i rp i break the fourth wall sometimes.) I'd rather not have that because this is a slightly more serious roleplay
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Post by . on Dec 6, 2017 19:09:23 GMT -5
I'm working on my response right now, what should we discuss for the trio? ^^ basically I wanted to go more over like just a little fleshing out of their relationship so I get a better idea because Jordan will definitely be referencing them in her post And also maybe would you guys be cool with them being together when they at the call?
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Post by . on Dec 6, 2017 19:16:50 GMT -5
Well I want to wait till luminous is on
But maybe Jordan and Maeve could've been great buddies growing up and then they bring Lux into their group at his last foster home?
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2017 19:20:13 GMT -5
Nico was at his home in Texas working on cleaning the house up for his dad but he knew his job would start soon so he called the person for this. And soon she arrived. "Thanks Laelani." Of course he called his best friend Laelani. And soon he was off to work but in the back of his mind he was hearing a voice urging him to ignore that and go to....Tennessee? He had never been there why would he even consider it? We are in danger. Come help us. The urge overtaking him he took the few hours to drive to Tennessee and something led him to the Parthenon. "Hmm...odd...it seems to be clo-" His eyes moving to the door that was open. "Odd...but I guess it's my way in." And there he went and saw the Athena Parthenos it seemingly felt as though staring. "A very strange statue but pretty nevertheless." Yes she is Nico. Again that voice? What or who was it? It wasn't his own he knew that for certain and the charm around his neck seemed to be growing uncomfortably cold the feeling of it stinging and that is when he saw the boy. "Umm hello? Who are you?" His voice seemed warp not like it was changing but like it was trying to talk with that of another.
(welp not the best but it'll do.)
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Post by dandelion on Dec 6, 2017 19:50:03 GMT -5
( messy starter but I was focusing on getting from point A to point B. xD next post will have more character-related stuff~ )
Come to the Parthenon, my dear, where destiny awaits you…
When Zackary first heard the voice in his head, so loud and clear it almost sounded like someone was talking into his ear, he thought he’d officially lost his mind. Maybe the stress from his most recent all-nighter had gotten to him? Although, he’d been pulling a hell of a lot of those since he started university and the worst he’d ever suffered from it were caffeine headaches, drowsiness after 4 pm (his high-school self would be mortified!), and eye bags. Too much information, maybe, but regardless, it was the only way he’d been able to explain the circumstances as he sat in his dorm room working on homework and (before the feminine voice invaded his head) listening to his iphone. Well, it was the only explanation for a few seconds anyway. That was when he finally noticed the dove necklace deposited on the edge of his desk glowing softly. One brow arching curiously, he reached out to touch it and-
“Ouch!”
He drew his hand back just as quickly as it practically burned him, shaking it for a moment and glaring at the charm. Funny story with that dove…well, not really, but it had just been something he’d stumbled upon years ago, when he was too young to have cared about much of anything (he didn’t even remember the exact circumstances). Zack wouldn’t say he’d ever thought of it as something cool…after all, it was a tiny white bird of all things. But he’d found himself unable to just toss it aside and for some reason kept it on his person for all these years. Not that he’d ever shown it to anyone; he really only carried it around in his pants or jacket pockets because he…didn’t want to look like a sissy or something by wearing a dove around his neck. It would be weird, y’know. Especially if he’d worn it during high-school…he could only imagine what his friends would’ve said. …Ah, he still missed those guys.
Back-story aside and realizing he was not simply going crazy, Zack found himself wanting to listen to that voice. It was stupid, really. He was neck-deep in school work this semester and with his fraternity and little league team otherwise, but…the voice had sounded so sure. It had been like…an encouraging purr even. Something deep inside him told him that he needed to go to the Parthenon. Tentatively, he reached for the necklace and found, with some relief, that it was no longer burning. He eyed the dove thoughtfully in his hand, leaning back in his chair as he considered his options.
Oh, who was he kidding?
There weren’t any options here. Zack was already thinking of the road-trip ahead. He needed a reason to get some adventure back into his life, anyway. Some destiny mumbo-jumbo just served as the perfect excuse. As long as he returned to university in time for finals…he should be okay. Hopefully. His mom would kill him if his GPA fell too low or, god forbid, he failed any classes. …Just as a precaution, he’d pack his textbooks.
About an hour or two later, Zackary had finished gathering and packing everything he’d thought he’d need. Which was really only clothes, toiletries, and his school books. Oh, and the dove necklace which he’d stuffed into the jacket he’d slung on. The dorm looked weirdly empty with most of his stuff out of the way (he was a bit of a slob and had to scoop many of his clothes off the floor in his haste to pack) and his roommate currently out a party or something. The latter at least made slipping away easier. Zack shut off the light and left the room after writing a quick note he left on the desk that read:
Hey man.
Gone on surprise road-trip.
Don’t worry.
Be back for finals. Tell profs!!
P.S: Also tell Angelina sorry for missing our date. She can call me about it later tho. (;
- Zack Yes, he really had written the winky face as well. And he assumed his roomie would tell his friends and everything, so there wasn’t anything to worry about on that end.
Anyway, as he entered the parking lot a quick google map search told him the Parthenon in Tennessee was a little over four hours away from the university. Now, Zack liked driving. He was practically a speed demon on wheels. But four hours… He sighed and guessed he’d have to play his whole iTunes library on the way there.
And four hours later, hyped up on (you guessed it) caffeine from the latest pit stop, he finally made it to the one and only Parthenon. He got out of his car and, hesitating for a moment, slung his backpack over his shoulder in case he needed it. The place looked unsurprisingly empty at this time of night. Most definitely closed.
Crap. He hadn’t thought this far ahead. Was he just supposed to wait outside? He noticed a side door of the building open but he wasn’t sure if he should risk it or not. Well, he’d wait it out for a few minutes, stretch his stiff limbs and everything. He stared up at the stone pillars supporting the building on all sides and let out a low, impressed whistle as he stretched his arms over his head.
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Post by Winona on Dec 6, 2017 19:56:57 GMT -5
((Oh my gosh, I love that Zack is Aphrodite's chosen and he's perfect. XD
And of course I adore Carter.))
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Post by . on Dec 6, 2017 19:57:56 GMT -5
((Oh my gosh, I love that Zack is Aphrodite's chosen and he's perfect. XD And of course I adore Carter.)) thanks! You know I love compliments on my baby
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Post by dandelion on Dec 6, 2017 19:59:46 GMT -5
thank youuu ;; it will be better when i can throw him at the ladies tho ahaha.
i love carter too <3 but i'm sucker for thief characters in general
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Post by . on Dec 6, 2017 20:02:25 GMT -5
thank youuu ;; it will be better when i can throw him at the ladies tho ahaha. i love carter too <3 but i'm sucker for thief characters in general i can't wait to see Zack! And thanks. He's so much fun to work with, but he's also a pain
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2017 20:10:40 GMT -5
(how's Nico so far? yes ik my post was short compared to both of yours but i'm not used to making posts that big so i tried my best.)
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Post by dandelion on Dec 6, 2017 20:27:17 GMT -5
he's cute! and i think your post was fine for someone unused to writing giant posts...i know it can be difficult to do. time-consuming as well haha x-x
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2017 20:29:46 GMT -5
(yes well i've been getting better. just don't expect me to have huge posts lol.)
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Asexual
sweetclover1
Hi loves, like my posts so I'll reply faster <3
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Post by sweetclover1 on Dec 6, 2017 20:30:56 GMT -5
(Omg I have a funny story about Louisville, Tennessee and it doesn't have to do with the parthenon but the other sight that is Greek based.)
Lux wasn't sure why, but he'd always known that he'd be a doctor one day. Even when he was a little guy he'd be found playing doctor with the neighbors kids and by the time he was in high school everyone jokingly called him mom because he always had a first aid kit (complete with medical thread), food, and a willing ear to anyone who needed it. To say that he had always been drawn to healing would be the understatement of the century, because it wasn't that he was drawn to it, he was simply a healer. He wanted to fix things, fix people and he was pretty dang good at it, too.
Even when he went into foster care at the wonderful age of fourteen he never let that stop him, nor did living in the conditions his so called parents had forced him into before he was sent there. He ignored what the others said to him, that there'd be no way that he'd graduate. The rates for children in the system graduating and going to college alone were low comparatively, and having him go to medical school? hah that was a joke to most people. But Lux ignored them, seemingly pushed away all of his feelings in order to make his goal. He focused in school, desperately trying to catch up as he bounced from one home to another, and somehow managed to make it through successfully. Scarred? By some degree,yes. You can't just be moved more times than one could count and not be. But successful nonetheless.
Now he stood at a cross roads, trying to determine where he should specialize. He had steady hands, he could easily go into Pediatric Cardiology and become a heart surgeon, but he had a great mind for problem solving. With how many kids there were in the system and how screwed up kids lives in general now were, he could end up making a significant impact in those kids lives. When he looked at Psychology he couldn't help but think that if he had gone to a psychologist he'd actually be a functioning member of society instead of how anxious he was at this point. Then again there was Oncology... there was something about helping a child beat cancer that was just so appealing to him, like it was the ultimate problem to be solved. Lux had been thinking over this for almost two years now- ever since he started college- and he was still hopelessly deadlocked.
But now he was running out of time, and that was the problem. His generals were finished and he was now working on all of his pre-med classes and after that... well... after that h'ed have to make a decision. So he threw himself into his classes, taking on eighteen credit loads that had him so spread out he'd actually been hospitalized once because he'd forgotten to eat and when he did eat it had nuts in it... which he was allergic to, in an attempts to find something that made one profession look better than the other. He volunteered in the psych ward, the cancer ward, and in the cardio ward at the Childrens hospital on campus. One of the perks about going to the University of North Carolina, they had one on sight.
He had no such luck. In fact, he ended up falling even more in love with all of them. He was currently working with some of the kids being checked in for their Chemo, trying to get the kiddos to laugh or get their spirits up as he adjusted everything, their IVs and made sure they were comfortable. Or as comfortable as possible. Seeing sick kids broke his heart just a little bit, but he still loved working with them. It was worth it when he heard the head doctors telling them they went into remission, or the cancer was getting smaller now. He wasn't allowed to do anything but stick the IVs in and do blood draws, but it was still invaluable experience and maybe one day he'd actually be able to figure out what he was planning on doing with his life.
He had just been about to go to the small studio he was living in when he suddenly felt a burning sensation. It hurt so badly and it was coming from his chest. Wow, did he get shot? Get stabbed? That had happened a few times before- both instances- and it kind of felt like that. He had froze at the burning sensation, grasping onto the reception desk counter as he looked down, shocked to find no blood.
He was well aware of the odd stares he was getting from the nurses, they probably remembered how he had a complete and utter mental break down not even a week ago, and were wondering whether or not he actually cracked. He had put a lot of pressure on himself, with taking eighteen credit hours ever since he started college, and was handling it until this semester when the pressure finally got to him since all of his classes were in the pre med track. That, along with a ton of problems he'd never actually gone to anyone about from foster care and before then, had lead to a complete breakdown last week. After that he'd been cut out of his classes, his advisor telling him that he'd be taking online classes during his "recovery" and that he was definitely not allowed to take eighteen credits.
So all he'd been doing lately was doing his online classes (Booring) and picking up his hours for volunteering since he was supposed to take it easy. But right now it looked like he was going crazy again, especially when he heard a soft voice. He wasn't even sure it was a voice, but he felt the urge. Go to the Parthenon in Tennesee. He shivered a little, straightening himself. He glanced up, managing to give his coworkers a small grin. "I, uh, got one of those cramps. Not enough potassium. Uh- I gotta get going though. Might not be back for awhile." He responded with a wide grin.
HIs coworkers just stared at him like he was insane and he pulled himself back up. "I forgot to tell you, there's a trip I'm going on. Turns out a friend of mines going there for a while and their partner dropped out. Asked me to go." He explained, and his supervisor gave a wave of his hand, letting the guy go. They had wanted him to take some time off, anyways, get better instead of still forcing himself to be busy.
With that the blond haired young man brightened, throwing himself at his supervisor and giving him a huge hug, and then dashed off. His personality seemed to be back to normal, still bright and happy, even if he had just had a panic induced break down. He was always very... bouncy. Maybe he was pretending that he was fine, or maybe he was actually okay, but that was something that was highly unlikely. Especially since he had a breakdown. Either way, he was a hugger and was still easily excited, hence the hug.
He dropped by his apartment for only a few minutes, grabbing Mister Tibbles (the young cat had been sleeping on the window sill) and asked his next door neighbor to cat sit for as long as he was gone. After promising that he'd be back eventually and he'd pay when returned he gave the neighbor his Costco sized thing of kitty litter and healthy cat food and gave it to him. That was when the burning started again... hearing a voice that practically hissed he was supposed to help the Gods, that he needed to hurry... and he finally figured out what the burning was: that little Charm he'd found as a kid in the dirt of the trailer park. It was a night that he'd been kicked out of the trailer, shoved out and left in the middle of the snowy night. He'd found the charm when he had been literally thrown out, and somehow that charm had comforted him and gave him hope. He'd worn it on his person ever since that day, usually as a neckless, where it was currently, resting against his heart. He lifted the rope that he used as a chain and stared at it, then looked down to see an aggravated red mark on his chest. Yup. He'd have to figure out what this is.
But now wasn't the time. A voice in his head told him to go to Tennessee, and since he didn't have anything else to do... something told him to get there as quickly possible. Once Mister Tibbles was nice and comfy he went back to his studio, one of his absolute favorite places in the world. It was just that, a one room house with a kitchen and a bath with two walls that were completely made out of windows. It had a beautiful view of the University and the thick forests that surrounded North Carolina. He hated to leave it, even for a short time, and texted his Landlord, letting him know that he'd be gone for awhile but he would be back soon so keep his apartment. It was covered for the next two semesters, anyways. But it was still nice to let him know. After that Lux threw together a small duffle bag, filled with skinny jeans, sweaters, and beanies, put in his snake bites and added a few books he loved and a stuffed wolf that he'd had since he was tiny.
Then he was off, driving to Tennessee because a voice told him to. Once he made it to the state line he was beginning to question his own sanity, but he kept going because he really didn't have much else to lose. Five albums of showtunes and demo music later he finally made it. He parked his car, a 2000 Kia Sportage (it was a miracle that it even made it that far at all), and got out. It was humid, just like North Carolina, and he welcomed it as he looked around the structure, unsure what to do. Thats when he saw an opening to go there, and deciding that would be the best place to start since there wasn't anyone else there, he walked slowly in, breathing in the air that wasn't ancient, but felt like it.
"Um... Hello? Strange voice in my head? I'm kinda here... Mind telling me what to do now?" He called out, voice cracking as he clutched onto his duffle bag, looking tiny in the maroon oversized sweater and black skinny jeans, especially compared to the huge statues.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 6, 2017 20:35:31 GMT -5
(i'm gonna cry. everyone is so much better at long posts than me. my big problem honestly is i don't have the patience to sit and type a huge one up.)
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Post by Winona on Dec 6, 2017 20:39:48 GMT -5
((Just take your time, Dark! =3 It's difficult at first, but then you get the hang of it. Like, when I do mine, it'll take me a while because I'll write a little, do something else, and then come back. XD))
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