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04-15-2018, 03:23 AM
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| [align=center][div style="font-size:14pt; font-family: georgia; color: #29181C;"]i told myself that i wouldn't be scared |
but i'm still having nightmares [color=#29181C]characters | trashcan
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why why why [div style="borderwidth=0px; width:385px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt;"][font=arial]ANASTASIA [size=8pt]- ̗̀ i am a human being, capable of doing terrible things ̖́ -  anastasia maeve romanova  aka analiese romanov, anna smith, anya michaels, anna romanoff  native to st. petersburg, russia  fluent in russian, english, french, italian, spanish, and portuguese, familiar with dozens more (she gets around)  true neutral  psychological manipulation is her bread and butter  underestimate her, i dare ya  she's a quick study, incredibly bright  skilled in acrobatics, martial arts, strategy  her parents were two of twelve casualties during the bombing of a cafe in st. petersburg. immediately after the attack, three figures cloaked in black appeared on the scene. one plucked from the wreckage a whimpering child, not more than six years old, skin soft as a lamb's ear and dappled red by blood and viscera. with a slap, her cries were silenced. they named her anastasia and she became the third recruit for their organization's latest project: the black lodge  the black lodge was a remote cabin complex hidden somewhere in russia's great expanse. there she was trained in discipline, patience, fortitude, resilience, detachment. in other words, ballet. in other other words, espionage and murder. she and 29 other girls were pitted against each other so the org could handpick its next generation of sleeper agents. ana was one of their star pupils  how to spell guilt in a nine letter word? anastasia. she was brought up with a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, all while en pointe. the number of people she stalked, blackmailed, kidnapped, tortured, killed - it weighs on her like the world does on atlas. now, she knows what she did was wrong. but then, the org had her wrapped around its pinky finger, playing her like a marionette with strings made of hope and fear and caged fury  she has a light russian accent naturally, but is adept at hiding it and adopting others. unless she's upset, in which case it's full 70-year old russian dedushka  human chameleon  russian lullabies are her kryptonite  bisexual, though not exactly out and proud  she's plagued by nightmares, flashbacks to her time in the lodge  eyerolls 4 dayz  too much sass for someone with only 5 feet 3 inches to her name  the one thing she knows is hers alone is her art. the lodge didn't teach her that  despite being impatient by nature, the composure to wait for hours on end until a target leaves the safety of their car or hotel room or emergency bunker was drilled into her well enough to stick  acts of service and physical touch are her love languages (she's crap at words of affirmation ok)  her smile could light the cosmos  she struggles with identity. who wouldn't when they had 30 different passports and birth certificates in their trunk, 30 different faces ready to be put on at a moment's notice  don't let her exterior (and the first 70 layers of her personality onion) fool you, she's a softie on the inside. there's only so much innocence that can be ripped from you, only so much compassion that can be stomped out. she's a fierce protector, a resourceful strategist. but her trust in people is as poor as a mouse's in snakes [align=center][div style="width: 450px; border: none;"][size=8pt][color=black][size=7pt]☾ ` ░ don't be afraid cecilia, i'm the satellite and you're the sky:. ° ✧
05-02-2018, 05:38 AM
thx for orion’s best friend
also i see that black lodge reference you ain’t slick [align=center][align=center][div style="0px; width:450px; height:auto; text-align: center; font-size: 9pt; line-height:13px;"]
05-03-2018, 12:13 AM
ur welc
listen if there can be two red rooms there can be two black lodges , [align=center][div style="width: 450px; border: none;"][size=8pt][color=black][size=7pt]☾ ` ░ don't be afraid cecilia, i'm the satellite and you're the sky:. ° ✧
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why why why [div style="borderwidth=0px; width:385px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt;"][font=arial]HAYASHI [size=8pt]- ̗̀ here it's safe, here it's warm, here the daisies guard you from every harm ̖́ -  hayashi is a japanese surname meaning "forest." he chose it himself and is very proud. (subtlety has never been hayashi's strong suit)  red elk shapeshifter and guardian of sayama hills, an expanse of woodland rich with lush vegetation and a variety of fauna. he is bound to protect the forest and its inhabitants  bby immortal being, still full of foolish optimism and faith in humanity. he hasn't yet seen war or famine or pestilence. but he knows of them, and he knows death like a friend, for it and life are two sides of the same coin  he's known amongst the world's protectors for being naive and innocent, free of many of his elders' cynicism, and he's often teased and his opinions discounted because of it  most stubborn, willful, infuriating, intriguing, well-intentioned, kind-hearted creature you'll ever encounter  hayashi's a horrid liar, and has yet to fully understand duplicity or deceit. for this, he is vulnerable to manipulation and being taken advantage of  chaotic good mess  such a cheerleader. he believes in you and your limitless potential and will tell you so incessantly until you start believing it too  childlike in many ways. he pouts when things don't go his way and has a curiosity to rival alice's  unintentionally loves love. he is such a fanboy for fanciful human emotions (and a sucker for them himself)  he talks a mile a minute, good luck getting a word in with this kid around  notably intuitive and perceptive, especially when it comes to sensing others' emotions  class clown, or he would've been had he had to go to school. hayashi loves to tease and poke fun, but all in good spirits. people like to say he's annoying but they're always find themselves a bit sad when he's gone  eating, always, forever. you don't want to see him hangry  hayashi's an attentive listener. even if he looks as if his head's frolicking among the clouds, he'll pull out tiny details from conversations held days, even week earlier that prove he absorbed every word  more capable of ferocity than his goofy smile gives him credit for  he can get very existential very quick, but can turn serious moments to jokes in the same speed  he forgives (too) easily, too quick to put others' happiness above his own  patience is a virtue hayashi does not possess  upfront with his emotions, preferring to lay his cards on the table instead of keeping them hidden up his sleeves  he's rather sensitive, though his extroverted nature works double time to deny it. make a confident enough entrance and they won't know you're terrified, right?  loves traveling and exploration, sitting still and looking pretty doesn't suit him  animals and children adore him. he'll be walking around and a trail of duckling will gather behind him, or squirrels will crowd his feet without him having to wave peanuts in their direction [align=center][div style="width: 450px; border: none;"][size=8pt][color=black][size=7pt]☾ ` ░ don't be afraid cecilia, i'm the satellite and you're the sky:. ° ✧
05-13-2018, 11:28 PM
I LOVE HIM SM I’M C RYIN G
HE’S TOO GOOD FOR THIS WORLD
05-20-2018, 02:17 AM
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why why why [div style="borderwidth=0px; width:385px; text-align: justify; font-size: 12pt;"][font=arial]JACK [size=8pt]- ̗̀ but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam ̖́ -  jonathan isaac hale  his friends call him jack, or they would, if he had any tw: mentions of abuse, sexual assault  jack grew up in rural britain during the height of the eighteenth century, a time of war, enlightenment, and revolution. he was raised by his father richard hale, a shrewd nobleman who came into riches by exploiting the farmers and villagers who rented and worked his land. richard would stroll into town with heavy pockets in the evenings, though his fondness for drink and gambling meant his return trips had his pockets light. some mornings he would forget this, however, and turn to jack, with his big brown eyes and gap-toothed smile, and call him a lying thief. and he'd beat the boy until he would confess to uncommitted crimes  the hales had a large, sprawling estate with a large, decadent home with many, many windows that let in that bastard of a breeze. the nights were so cold. at least, that's what richard would whisper when he slipped into jack's room at night. "move over boy," he'd say, "and close your eyes"  jack was a darling boy, all the neighbors said so. so attentive, so well-mannered, why couldn't their children be a little more like jonathan? except the suttons, that is, their daughter was darling enough all on her own  by the time jack turned twelve, richard had drained the hale fortune dry. and a man of his means couldn't bear to suffer the great disgrace of poverty. so he summoned himself a demon (for people with hearts as black as his, they aren't hard to find), and made the foul creature a deal that couldn't be refused: for the price of a mere kingdom's worth of wealth, a whole, pure, twelve year old soul  jack was dragged to the depths of hell kicking and screaming  as far as demon masters go, alastor wasn't a terrible choice. he was called the "avenging god, he who does not forget" by the ancient Greeks and considered the chief executor of hades' decrees. and jack was his new protégée, learning to twist love into spite, order into chaos  he was christened "malacoda" upon entry to hell (jonathan didn't exactly strike fear into hearts). he is leader of the malebranche, a troop of demons hand-picked by alastor to guard the eighth circle of hell. it's rumored malacoda, if found, can grant you safe travel to the next circle. he's been known to deceive those seeking help from him, however, so it's up to you to run the risk  he could go to texas in the swell of summer and still be cold as ice  guilt? regret? those are words for people with hearts that beat and eyes that cry  terrifyingly charming, with all the proper speech and cordiality of an eighteenth century gentleman  loves the waltz and shakespeare and red flowers and crisp white button downs (and how they look dripping with crimson)  aspiring writer since childhood (though he's had centuries by now, and is still without any publications to his name. it's as if his muse was stolen along with his youth)  chaotic evil, always on his worst behavior  roguish smirk that could give han solo a run for his money  he could tear you apart with his words, but nails and teeth are so much faster  whenever he's bored, he can waste a few hundred hours pondering where he'll go when he really kicks the can  he hasn't been in touch with his emotions for so long, they probably jumped ship years ago  jack thinks that painting the world red will make everyone else just as miserable as he is, and at this point that deal seems pretty sound [align=center][div style="width: 450px; border: none;"][size=8pt][color=black][size=7pt]☾ ` ░ don't be afraid cecilia, i'm the satellite and you're the sky:. ° ✧
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