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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 14, 2016 15:13:23 GMT -5
(Alright!)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 14, 2016 15:15:12 GMT -5
[ hoi ]
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 14, 2016 15:30:33 GMT -5
"What? Do I look ugly or something?" Matt asked, looking at him with a concerned look in his eye as he used his other hand to brush some of his firey red hair over his eyes in a fringe. Matt was kind of emo. He got his inspiration of his outfit from Danger Days Gerard Way (on tour), his favourite bands were MCR, FOB, P!ATD, and some others, he wore makeup (eyeliner, red eye shadow, sometimes black nail polish and lipstick), and idolized Mikey Way and Patrick Stump. He was surprised he had friends with the way he was, with his jokes and references nobody but that one other emo chick in the background laughed at sometimes, and with his strange fashion sense. But he had friends, and he was glad for it, as he knew being a loner wasn't ideal for guy like him.
"Uh, I'm not too sure. My phone is dead, so I haven't been able to see if I got any texts or calls." Matt took his hand out of his long hair and stuck it in his picket, bringing it back out to show a smart phone in his hand. Matt pressed the power button, and as expected, it didn't light up. "See? Dead." Matt said, pursing his lips as he stuck the phone back onto his pocket. "I'll probably walk back home, but after school ends. Or something. I don't really know." Matt spoke with a slightly confused tone, as he did feel like he was rambling a little bit to Alex. He stopped himself though, wandering onto the next question at hand.
"Not too sure what that is." Matt said, putting his hand on his face. The crackling noise sounded louder as he did that, and his eyes widened. "Okay, maybe it is me." What the hell did that weird guy do to me?! Matt thought, wincing as his hand brushed over his wound on his neck.
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Post by Gengar on Aug 14, 2016 22:40:10 GMT -5
~Skyblaze~
Her hands were shaking. Her nerves were fried. Staying up all night, praying, hoping, flipping through books upon books about banishing or killing demons. The solution, as it came to repeat in different forms, was always angels. Aoife needed a real life angel.
Now, she'd heard of them. She'd heard they were real; gods were real, whatever, but she didn't know of many she could just pick out and drive on over to like she could her hunter friends. She had to summon one, apparently, so she picked a name and began praying to it, following the wording of some old books she found. It was awkward, but she kept praying. By four am, she was tired. She had done her best. If this didn't work, she'd find another way. She was just hoping she didn't have to.
She climbed into bed at the old motel, utterly exhausted. Suckling the last bit of beer from her bottle, she threw it to the trash, then let her eyes shut. Sleep, although it was always light for a hunter, knowing something could pounce at any moment, came easily to her.
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Post by Gengar on Aug 14, 2016 23:02:56 GMT -5
" What? Do I look ugly or something?" Matt asked, looking at him with a concerned look in his eye as he used his other hand to brush some of his firey red hair over his eyes in a fringe. Matt was kind of emo. He got his inspiration of his outfit from Danger Days Gerard Way (on tour), his favourite bands were MCR, FOB, P!ATD, and some others, he wore makeup (eyeliner, red eye shadow, sometimes black nail polish and lipstick), and idolized Mikey Way and Patrick Stump. He was surprised he had friends with the way he was, with his jokes and references nobody but that one other emo chick in the background laughed at sometimes, and with his strange fashion sense. But he had friends, and he was glad for it, as he knew being a loner wasn't ideal for guy like him. " Uh, I'm not too sure. My phone is dead, so I haven't been able to see if I got any texts or calls." Matt took his hand out of his long hair and stuck it in his picket, bringing it back out to show a smart phone in his hand. Matt pressed the power button, and as expected, it didn't light up. " See? Dead." Matt said, pursing his lips as he stuck the phone back onto his pocket. " I'll probably walk back home, but after school ends. Or something. I don't really know." Matt spoke with a slightly confused tone, as he did feel like he was rambling a little bit to Alex. He stopped himself though, wandering onto the next question at hand. " Not too sure what that is." Matt said, putting his hand on his face. The crackling noise sounded louder as he did that, and his eyes widened. " Okay, maybe it is me." What the hell did that weird guy do to me?! Matt thought, wincing as his hand brushed over his wound on his neck.
"Do you need to use my phone? You might want to see, maybe, a doctor or something? I don't think that's normal…" he suggested. He pulled out his phone, offering it to Matt. He couldn't imagine just not coming home some night and not calling his parents in the morning.
He was hoping Matt's parents had allowed him to go to that party… It's not going to pretty if he calls his parents… God, can't it be simple? Then again, if he did call his parents, he might accidentally mention Alexander, and his parents might tell Alex's parents. "Well, actually…" He was regretting the offer.
Sorry my phone is not being a team player here }} |
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Post by ↫↫↫↫↫ кαямα ↬↬↬↬↬ on Aug 14, 2016 23:12:10 GMT -5
{ is plot one taken? if not i'd like to be muse a cx }
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Post by Gengar on Aug 14, 2016 23:16:20 GMT -5
{ is plot one taken? if not i'd like to be muse a cx } I'm open to doing them multiple times! what type of pairing would you like, and pm or on here? |
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Post by ↫↫↫↫↫ кαямα ↬↬↬↬↬ on Aug 14, 2016 23:17:26 GMT -5
{ is plot one taken? if not i'd like to be muse a cx } I'm open to doing them multiple times! what type of pairing would you like, and pm or on here? |
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Post by Gengar on Aug 14, 2016 23:20:14 GMT -5
Yeah that's good with me!
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 15, 2016 1:26:01 GMT -5
" What? Do I look ugly or something?" Matt asked, looking at him with a concerned look in his eye as he used his other hand to brush some of his firey red hair over his eyes in a fringe. Matt was kind of emo. He got his inspiration of his outfit from Danger Days Gerard Way (on tour), his favourite bands were MCR, FOB, P!ATD, and some others, he wore makeup (eyeliner, red eye shadow, sometimes black nail polish and lipstick), and idolized Mikey Way and Patrick Stump. He was surprised he had friends with the way he was, with his jokes and references nobody but that one other emo chick in the background laughed at sometimes, and with his strange fashion sense. But he had friends, and he was glad for it, as he knew being a loner wasn't ideal for guy like him. " Uh, I'm not too sure. My phone is dead, so I haven't been able to see if I got any texts or calls." Matt took his hand out of his long hair and stuck it in his picket, bringing it back out to show a smart phone in his hand. Matt pressed the power button, and as expected, it didn't light up. " See? Dead." Matt said, pursing his lips as he stuck the phone back onto his pocket. " I'll probably walk back home, but after school ends. Or something. I don't really know." Matt spoke with a slightly confused tone, as he did feel like he was rambling a little bit to Alex. He stopped himself though, wandering onto the next question at hand. " Not too sure what that is." Matt said, putting his hand on his face. The crackling noise sounded louder as he did that, and his eyes widened. " Okay, maybe it is me." What the hell did that weird guy do to me?! Matt thought, wincing as his hand brushed over his wound on his neck.
"Do you need to use my phone? You might want to see, maybe, a doctor or something? I don't think that's normal…" he suggested. He pulled out his phone, offering it to Matt. He couldn't imagine just not coming home some night and not calling his parents in the morning.
He was hoping Matt's parents had allowed him to go to that party… It's not going to pretty if he calls his parents… God, can't it be simple? Then again, if he did call his parents, he might accidentally mention Alexander, and his parents might tell Alex's parents. "Well, actually…" He was regretting the offer.
Sorry my phone is not being a team player here }}(Honestly, can't say I don't feel ya bud) " Thanks for that." Matt said sarcastically, taking Alex's phone and unlocking the screen. That was when the crackling seemed to cease for the time being, and was quickly replaced with a mild burning sensation as the morning sun touched his skin. It was like tanning, only, not. He could feel the warmth seeping into his skin, but it felt... more like scalding. Like a sunburn or something. Human speech couldn't describe fully what this strange sensation was, but he bit his slightly chapped lip and ignored it. Matt then felt another feeling, this time no doubt blood seeping through his fingers and staining his already kind of dirtied grey muscle tee with the red substance. " Dude..." Matt whispered, his dark brown eyes flickering over to the blood stain as he dialed the number for his home phone, in which no doubt will his parents be huddling around, biting their fingernails off as they wait for a call from him. " What the f**k..." Matt whispered under his breath as he pressed the phone to his ear, hearing the ever-so-familiar dial tones. But it didn't take long for one of his parents to pick up, as Matt's theory of them huddling around the phone was likely true, and their worried/angry voices to destroy the speaker and probably his eardrum as they yelled through the microphone on the other side. " ALEXANDER!!" He heard his father scream on the other side, causing Matt to wince and hold the phone away from his ear. " WHERE IN THE HEAVENS IS MY SON?!" Father's gruff voice yelling through a phone speaker was nothing new to Matt, so he just took it and waited for his dad to calm down enough so that he could actually get a word out of his mouth. " Dad, I'm right here. Jesus Christ." Matt said, waiting for the inevitable "WHERE THE F**K WERE YOU?!" to be screamed out of the phone's speaker. Poor speaker. With Matt's dad on the line, it was going to get a lot of abuse from him. But instead of the phone breaking in half because of the sounds, he instead got shuffling of the phone and a more frail, more feminine voice out of the tiny speaker. " Matthew, where were you?" Matt's mom spoke out, and Matt was pleasantly surprised. At least he could put the phone back by his ear. " I'm not going to lie, I was at a small house party. Just a couple of friends. Nothing too special." Okay he did lie a little bit. It was definitely not little, and even though some of his very very few friends were there, it was mostly strangers. But Matt didn't want to freak out too much, they already had enough on their plate from their son. " But I think I need to go to the clinic, I got a cut there and I think it's infected." Matt was as good of a liar as they come. But naturally, he suspected he wouldn't get away with this kind of weird lie, but as he said, he didn't want to trouble his parents any more than he already has. But he really did need to go to the clinic, this neck wound was starting to hurt more than it did a while ago, when he woke up. " Alright." His mother spoke, as Matt knew his parents were used to his antics and he knew everyone working at the clinic by name, either from going there often from his cuts and sometimes broken bones and other's injuries. His parents trusted him enough, but did try and discourage him from doing these things, but Matt was a rebellious teenager and proved their actions fruitless. " Okay, see you later. Love you, bye." Matt quickly ended the phone call, giving Alex his phone back and sighing, biting his lip harder. His other hand was on his hip, and looked at the ground. " How long is the clinic from here again?" Matt said, blushing slightly as he noticed how kind of awkward this situation was. His eyes flitted back up to meet Alex's, cocking his eyebrow as he waited for answer, or more of an estimate in this case. (Okay, sorry, this was rushed and stupid, my phone kept deleting this and I almost flipped a table) |
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 15, 2016 2:33:25 GMT -5
~Skyblaze~
Her hands were shaking. Her nerves were fried. Staying up all night, praying, hoping, flipping through books upon books about banishing or killing demons. The solution, as it came to repeat in different forms, was always angels. Aoife needed a real life angel.
Now, she'd heard of them. She'd heard they were real; gods were real, whatever, but she didn't know of many she could just pick out and drive on over to like she could her hunter friends. She had to summon one, apparently, so she picked a name and began praying to it, following the wording of some old books she found. It was awkward, but she kept praying. By four am, she was tired. She had done her best. If this didn't work, she'd find another way. She was just hoping she didn't have to.
She climbed into bed at the old motel, utterly exhausted. Suckling the last bit of beer from her bottle, she threw it to the trash, then let her eyes shut. Sleep, although it was always light for a hunter, knowing something could pounce at any moment, came easily to her. It is often said that there is no rest for the wicked. And the wicked seemed to be everywhere in Heaven, following the dissolution of the Host with the absence of Michael. Most worked under the guidance of the chief Angels now, with no true leader, and no purpose, even after the Gates to Heaven were reopened. The angels were weary. Their leadership had been frayed and chaotic since the end of the Apocalypse, with control passing from Michael to Raphael to Castiel, then Metatron, and most recently, Lucifer. While the upper echelons in the Host of Heaven continued to vie for the top spot, most Angels only wanted stability. This was true of Raziel. A powerful angel in his own right, but one unconcerned with power. He abstained from the power plays of Heaven and instead focused on what he considered more important issues - The whereabouts of Lucifer, and the mental state of Michael. Without the Archangels, there was no way the situation in Heaven was going to improve. It was during these searches that the angel began to hear a whisper of a prayer. He ignored it at first. Prayers came in the billions every day, and they weren't his concern. But in the monotone buzz of prayers, this one always seemed to stand out, like a thin line of black in a stream of gray. He began to pay more attention to it, almost subconsciously. It was from a human. Raziel didn't particularly care about humans. While he did not despise them as Lucifer and his supporters had, he did not feel the need to constantly lay down his services for them, like Castiel seemed to. They were interesting creatures, but not worth his time. This one was intriguing though. Something about her...seemed different. Maybe it was her prayer. Unlike the multitudes of prayers they normally received, this wasn't a prayer directed at God, but one targeted at angels. If there was a human who, beyond the select few, knew of their existence, then it was definitely worth investigating. He decided to pay her a visit, and see what was going on. As soon as he willed it, he was there in her room. The vessel he had taken was a young man in his late 20s, a devout Christian who had wanted nothing more than to be a vessel. And so, the angel happily obliged. He looked around the room slowly. "Curious things, humans..." He muttered. "They ask for help, yet when they are in trouble, they feel the need to....sleep..." He scrunched his nose slightly at the smell of alcohol. "And indulge in vice, apparently." He added in disgust. He turned to look at the woman on the bed. "You. Why did you call?" He asked, either unknowing or uncaring of the fact that she was asleep, and had no idea who he was. |
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Post by Gengar on Aug 15, 2016 19:12:01 GMT -5
♛ {{ John 3:16 *writes five pages* "rushed and stupid" rip }} Well that was strange. He probably needed some medical equipment that Alexander didn't happen to carry around. They'd have to walk to the clinic, unfortunately, though it wasn't far. At least they weren't across town or anything. Maybe he could ask them about the itchiness while he was there; it couldn't hurt, right? ...As long as they didn't give him itch cream and send him on his way. He couldn't help but laugh at the thundering wrath of Matt's dad. I mean, come on. It was pretty funny. He really would've liked it if his dad had stayed for the whole conversation instead, but then his mom started talking in a much calmer, quieter voice. Okay. They were in agreement. Matt needed to see a doctor about his bleeding neck; Alex hadn't said anything about his own predicament, and he wasn't going to. It wasn't quite as worrying as, say, the fact that Matt's injury seemed to be getting worse (from what he could tell, wounds weren't supposed to start bleeding again randomly) rather than better. Alex took his phone back, relieved. "I think it's a couple blocks down on Central," he answered, pointing towards the intersection. "At least the popping stopped. That was weird," he commented. He was trying to be positive here; he had been majorly concerned about that; however, now he was more concerned that it was a predecessor to something worse. After all, they hadn't really figured out why he was making those noises. Now his neck was bleeding. Ugh. What next? Would he explode? Now that he thought of it, he didn't want to find out. "What did you even do at that party?" Drink an Alice in Wonderland elixir? he pondered. He started walking towards the clinic; he was hoping to get there sooner rather than later seeing as Matt's conditions were getting worse. |
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Post by Gengar on Aug 15, 2016 19:20:23 GMT -5
♛ ~Skyblaze~Someone was in her room; despite the few winks of sleep she'd got, she grabbed the gun under her pillow. Sitting up, she aimed for the stranger's head. "Whoa, buddy, no cheatin' right? If you're gonna chase me, no popping 'round," Aoife answered before popping off a couple shots at what she presumed was the demon chasing her. Seeing that it did nothing, she gaped. "Well, never mind then." She was already getting out of her bed, gun in one hand and now an empty bottle in the other. She smashed the bottom against the bedside table to create a weapon. Was he really an angel? She had trouble believing that. Why would he come so quickly? Why answer her prayer of all people? Why not, say, some other bloke's? "You an angel?" she inquired, holding the gun down but still ready to fire despite the evidence it'd done nothing. |
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 15, 2016 19:26:15 GMT -5
Raziel watched as the gun rounds bounced harmlessly off of him. He was unsure why the human girl was trying to attack him, when it clearly did nothing to him. She didn't seem like a very bright person. "My name is Raziel. I am an Angel of the Lord." He informed her, taking a few steps forward. "I heard your prayer. For what crisis do you require an Angel?" He asked again. Her panic didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. He was more interested in knowing what made her prayers special.
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 15, 2016 19:40:35 GMT -5
(im weird ok and my phone didn't want to work so i said f--- it and wrote a whole bunch of crap :/ )
"Alright. Central." Matt remembered it now, standing up and keeping a hand over his neck wound. "And yeah, that definitely was strange. But damn, this sun is hot." Matt said, walking over to stand in the shade, in which the almost burning sensation spreading over the exposed skin faded away into nothing more than a soothing cooling feeling. Almost like pouring nice cold water over your skin on a hot summer's day. Matt sighed, enjoying the feeling while it lasted. "I feel like I'm gonna get a sunburn in a couple of minutes." Matt said with a slightly nervous laugh, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
"Oh, the usual." Matt replied, biting his lip harshly as he thought. "But don't worry, I didn't do any drugs or anything. I had a few drinks, but that was really it. I stayed away from that dreaded dance floor." Matt shivered, memories of unspeakable actions flooding his mind that happened on that dance floor, before he shoved them out of sight. "You know that one guy from school, who looks like a vampire? He was there, and I think his little bro was there as well. Both creepy-ass dudes." And Matt mentioned this because Matt was surprised they were at this party, as they both were not like the others there. They were not popular (except for the little brother, he was a tad bit more popular), they didn't have many friends, were more than just outcasts, weren't that social, but boy did they both have a reputation. They had both the same icy hazel eyes that seemed to carry around an aura of death and destruction, both dressed in more gothic, funeral type clothing, and both didn't speak much. They both got straight A's in all their classes, and both seemed much, much older than they looked. Sparks of many rumours roaming the halls of their school now.
"Okay, let's go." Matt said, putting one foot in front of the other in the direction of Central. He turned around, still walking down the sidewalk, and smiled at his friend and beckoned for him to follow, before turning right round again to keep heading in the direction.
(I STG IM TRASH STOP IT ME *throws self into trash can*)
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Post by Gengar on Aug 15, 2016 21:35:56 GMT -5
♛ "A couple minutes? It's not even that hot right now," he replied. Well, he is ginger. They burn right? So getting a sunburn in a matter of minutes was totally normal. "Maybe invest in some sunblock," he suggested. He couldn't imagine that Matt would actually burn; he was probably just being whiny. Then again, why wouldn't he be whining about, ya know, the obvious problem with his neck. That deserved a little more concern in Alex's opinion. As for the two strange dudes from their school, he didn't know what to say. Ok? They'd been at the party. "Maybe it was an emo-party," he added. Yes. That was definitely the reason Matt was invited.
"Maybe they were crashing the party," he offered for an alternative. Then again, they didn't seem like the type to go to parties or anything, even for crashing them. They were more the types to… what, stay at home in the dark? Alex couldn't even guess what they did in their free time. He quickened his pace just enough to get ahead of Matt, then he turned and started walking backwards, grinning. |
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 16, 2016 15:46:03 GMT -5
Matt kept up pace with his friend, walking up right next to Alex on their way to the clinic. He used a hand to brush his firetruck red hair out of his eyes, briefly wondering if he should get it re-dyed soon. Yeah, he wasn't a ginger, but his skin was kind of sensitive to sunlight like a ginger. "Oh really? I would have never guessed." Matt said with a laugh, ignoring the heat kind of burning his skin. He really did feel like a ginger. "It just feels hot. And I'm not an idiot, I have sunscreen, just not on me. I didn't expect it to feel this way." Matt said, giving Alex a sassily raised eyebrow and a smirk as he skipped in front of him.
"And it couldn't have been an emo party, they weren't blasting anything from Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge or From Under The Cork Tree." Matt said, shaking his head, before adding, "Albums by My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy, in case you didn't know. Both emo as f**k." Matt said with another laugh. In the wise words of Siri, Revenge is 'bloody and emo as f*ck', which it is. God he's trash. "I'm not even sure half of the people knew what MCR or FOB is, to be honest. Let alone those albums." Matt said, before quickly switching to another thing, as he realized he was rambling slightly about his favourite bands. He did that sometimes, and when you get him started on Frerard or something like that, sit down and get comfortable because there is no stopping him. "Yes. Crashing an already weird party and confusing everyone with their bad case of cryptophasia. If they talked at all during the party, that is." Matt pursed his lips, knowing that those two didn't talk much. They did have a case of cryptophasia, even though they weren't twins, and usually talked amongst themselves.
"Anyway, did you do anything cool last night? I see you are skipping school, any specific reason?" Matt asked, looking at Alex with a cocked head once more. It was like his signature when asking a question.
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Post by Gengar on Aug 16, 2016 21:09:56 GMT -5
♛ i want to response but I don't feel great like… meh. can barely make good sentences at the moment |
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 16, 2016 22:01:10 GMT -5
(That's fine  ) |
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Post by Gengar on Aug 16, 2016 22:09:33 GMT -5
[glow]text[/glow]
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 17, 2016 0:15:02 GMT -5
(same)
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Post by Gengar on Aug 17, 2016 7:55:28 GMT -5
♛  sorry I'm tryna find this thing out I forgot I left that there |
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Post by Gengar on Aug 17, 2016 17:57:22 GMT -5
Matt kept up pace with his friend, walking up right next to Alex on their way to the clinic. He used a hand to brush his firetruck red hair out of his eyes, briefly wondering if he should get it re-dyed soon. Yeah, he wasn't a ginger, but his skin was kind of sensitive to sunlight like a ginger. " Oh really? I would have never guessed." Matt said with a laugh, ignoring the heat kind of burning his skin. He really did feel like a ginger. " It just feels hot. And I'm not an idiot, I have sunscreen, just not on me. I didn't expect it to feel this way." Matt said, giving Alex a sassily raised eyebrow and a smirk as he skipped in front of him. " And it couldn't have been an emo party, they weren't blasting anything from Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge or From Under The Cork Tree." Matt said, shaking his head, before adding, " Albums by My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy, in case you didn't know. Both emo as f**k." Matt said with another laugh. In the wise words of Siri, Revenge is 'bloody and emo as f*ck', which it is. God he's trash. " I'm not even sure half of the people knew what MCR or FOB is, to be honest. Let alone those albums." Matt said, before quickly switching to another thing, as he realized he was rambling slightly about his favourite bands. He did that sometimes, and when you get him started on Frerard or something like that, sit down and get comfortable because there is no stopping him. " Yes. Crashing an already weird party and confusing everyone with their bad case of cryptophasia. If they talked at all during the party, that is." Matt pursed his lips, knowing that those two didn't talk much. They did have a case of cryptophasia, even though they weren't twins, and usually talked amongst themselves. " Anyway, did you do anything cool last night? I see you are skipping school, any specific reason?" Matt asked, looking at Alex with a cocked head once more. It was like his signature when asking a question. ♛
{{ ok here we go
glad i dont have hw tonight }}
Alexander could remember a few songs by Fall Out Boy. While he doubted they were on whatever album Matt was talking about, he wasn't going to mention them because he didn't want to get Matt started. "Maybe they were just crashing it in their own way," he replied matter-of-factly. Maybe they didn't consider being loud and obnoxious "crashing" although it was probably the very definition of the word. Anyway, if Matt was right, why were they there? Did someone invite them? Alex doubted it; maybe they heard about it and came on their own. He hesitated. "Nah, nothing cool," he answered. He didn't want to sound crazy by casually mentioning that he thought something had attacked him while he was walking his dog. After all, unless he also mentioned that he valiantly fought it off without injury, Matt might think it strange that he'd walked away unharmed. Except he hadn't... from what he remembered, but from what he saw in the mirror the morning after, there was only faint scars where a bite should be. "I'm just tired, and I thought you were skipping." |
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Post by ~Skyblaze~ on Aug 18, 2016 1:16:33 GMT -5
Raziel watched as the gun rounds bounced harmlessly off of him. He was unsure why the human girl was trying to attack him, when it clearly did nothing to him. She didn't seem like a very bright person. "My name is Raziel. I am an Angel of the Lord." He informed her, taking a few steps forward. "I heard your prayer. For what crisis do you require an Angel?" He asked again. Her panic didn't seem to bother him in the slightest. He was more interested in knowing what made her prayers special. (My reply ) |
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 19, 2016 11:49:24 GMT -5
(Okay, I feel so bad for disappearing on you like that for several days. I lost muse for this role play, but I sort of have it back, and there should be a response up in the next couple of hours.)
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 19, 2016 15:08:44 GMT -5
Matt kept up pace with his friend, walking up right next to Alex on their way to the clinic. He used a hand to brush his firetruck red hair out of his eyes, briefly wondering if he should get it re-dyed soon. Yeah, he wasn't a ginger, but his skin was kind of sensitive to sunlight like a ginger. " Oh really? I would have never guessed." Matt said with a laugh, ignoring the heat kind of burning his skin. He really did feel like a ginger. " It just feels hot. And I'm not an idiot, I have sunscreen, just not on me. I didn't expect it to feel this way." Matt said, giving Alex a sassily raised eyebrow and a smirk as he skipped in front of him. " And it couldn't have been an emo party, they weren't blasting anything from Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge or From Under The Cork Tree." Matt said, shaking his head, before adding, " Albums by My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy, in case you didn't know. Both emo as f**k." Matt said with another laugh. In the wise words of Siri, Revenge is 'bloody and emo as f*ck', which it is. God he's trash. " I'm not even sure half of the people knew what MCR or FOB is, to be honest. Let alone those albums." Matt said, before quickly switching to another thing, as he realized he was rambling slightly about his favourite bands. He did that sometimes, and when you get him started on Frerard or something like that, sit down and get comfortable because there is no stopping him. " Yes. Crashing an already weird party and confusing everyone with their bad case of cryptophasia. If they talked at all during the party, that is." Matt pursed his lips, knowing that those two didn't talk much. They did have a case of cryptophasia, even though they weren't twins, and usually talked amongst themselves. " Anyway, did you do anything cool last night? I see you are skipping school, any specific reason?" Matt asked, looking at Alex with a cocked head once more. It was like his signature when asking a question. ♛
{{ ok here we go
glad i dont have hw tonight }}
Alexander could remember a few songs by Fall Out Boy. While he doubted they were on whatever album Matt was talking about, he wasn't going to mention them because he didn't want to get Matt started. "Maybe they were just crashing it in their own way," he replied matter-of-factly. Maybe they didn't consider being loud and obnoxious "crashing" although it was probably the very definition of the word. Anyway, if Matt was right, why were they there? Did someone invite them? Alex doubted it; maybe they heard about it and came on their own. He hesitated. "Nah, nothing cool," he answered. He didn't want to sound crazy by casually mentioning that he thought something had attacked him while he was walking his dog. After all, unless he also mentioned that he valiantly fought it off without injury, Matt might think it strange that he'd walked away unharmed. Except he hadn't... from what he remembered, but from what he saw in the mirror the morning after, there was only faint scars where a bite should be. "I'm just tired, and I thought you were skipping."" Maybe, I don't really know." Matt said with a laugh. " But honestly, who does? They're just two weird dudes. The goths of the school. Nothing to be too worried about." Matt said, trying to ignore last night's strange attack as he skipped forwards, seeing the clinic in sight. His skin seemed to burn more as he got closer, which made him skip a little faster. He looked a little strange, a Party Poison lookalike skipping like a small girl towards a clinic of all places. Guaranteed to spark laughter from passerby. Matt didn't mind though. " Well, I am skipping now. And in both ways." Matt snorted, gesturing to himself. " And who isn't tired? School starts too early for my night owl lifestyle. And many others as well." Matt said, comically rubbing his eyes to show even though he was energetic, he was indeed a little bit tired. |
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Post by Gengar on Aug 20, 2016 0:49:49 GMT -5
He quirked an eyebrow at Matt's strange dismissive-ness, but it was only brief, so he wasn't that concerned… Besides, his demeanor quickly changed. He was skipping in public, something only Matt would do. Alexander couldn't help but smile a little bit; maybe he admired Matt just a little bit. Maybe a tiny bit. Maybe. He shook his head at the joke. He began itching up his arm. "That's not really what I meant," he replied dryly, "but sure, I guess. Plus I didn't do any homework…" he admitted. That was another big factor. If he was absent, he could do it tonight and turn it in later. If he went to school, he'd probably get a lot of zeroes since only his nice teachers still gave him late grades. Unfortunately, with Matt skipping and Alexander trying to walk and keep pace, he had to move very quickly. It probably looked very strange to anyone looking. One emo skipping down the street and another kid with his backpack trying to speed-walk to keep up. "Would you slow down?" he whined, glancing around to meet the few faces pausing to watch them. |
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Post by John 3:16 on Aug 21, 2016 1:20:28 GMT -5
(hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
(And the shipping begins ehe)
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Matt let out an amused snort. "Homework? Well, not use going to school now. Unless you want to get all of the zeros and probably a detention or two." Matt said, slowing down a little bit, stopping his little girl skipping. "And getting yelled at by the teachers. And possibly some other things you wouldn't want unless you had no shame whatsoever." Matt wasn't exactly sure he used those words right, but still went along with it. If he didn't, oh well. These words'll be forgotten by tomorrow. Or the next day. Or sometime soon.
"Fine, you slowpoke." Matt let out a laugh as he slowed down enough for his friend to catch up, feeling the stares of passerby boring into his burning skin. He just cocked his eyebrow with amusement at them and kept walking, a smile etched into his face. He wasn't bothered by the pain of his wound or his skin much anymore, which was kind of weird, but he didn't think too much of it. He knew that the body did send out some natural painkiller of sorts after a bit, and with that explanation he was happy and finally pushed that thought aside.
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Post by Gengar on Aug 21, 2016 18:19:59 GMT -5
 calm down calm down }} Alexander agreed very whole-heartedly. Going to school at this point was fruitless; it'd been fruitless the moment he got off the bus. Maybe even before that. Well, he might still get a suspension or something like that, which would just be more time off from school, but he knew the punishment from his parents would be the worst part of all this. "I would say I don't have shame, but I wasn't the one skipping down the street like a little girl in public," he teased. "And you really are getting a sunburn…" he commented, a bit less playfully. Maybe it was just because he was hot; people's skin got redder when they were hot, right? Their faces did at least. The pair didn't have much further to walk. Alex was trying to make his pace quick even if skipping was a little too fast. He wasn't slow or anything, especially when he was still concerned about, say, Matt's neck bleeding and all that. |
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sorry I'm tryna find this thing out I forgot I left that there
calm down calm down }}