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Post by V e r<3 on Mar 18, 2011 20:20:21 GMT -5
ROAG - nicole - SMITH - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [shadow=red,right,400] "Say Goodbye, As we Dance with the Devil [/shadow] [glow=orange,2,300] Tonight[/glow] [glow=aqua,2,300]________________________________[/glow] [shadow=purple,left,300]Don't you dare look at Him in the eye."[/shadow] B
[/font][/color] lood. It surrounded her everywhere, slowly making its way towards her. She wanted to scream, yell, anything, but her throat was bound by fear and lies. The red liquid was nearing her, and she suddenly found herself against a cold stone wall that seemed to stretch upwards forever. Biting her lip, she pressed her back against the wall as she watched the blood come closer and closer. “Get away,” She managed to croak out between her parched lips. Roaaaag. We're coming for you, Roaaag.[/i] A voice hissed in a menacing tone. “It was an accident… I swear. Please, go away. Go away. GO AWAY.”[/color] RoRo screamed, her fingers clutching to the cracks in the stone, her knuckles slowly turning white. Wake up, she thought. C’mon, you have to wake up! She was yelling at herself in her head as the blood was only a few feet away. Wake up. Wake up, WAKE UP.[/size][/color] H[/font][/color] er eyes popped open as she screamed, her limbs trying to frantically get her off the hard surface. Once she stood up, she remembered where she was and calmed down. She was safe and hidden, for now. Unless someone had heard her scream, she was okay. RoRo clasped her hand over her mouth, making her breath even silent as she listened for any sound of footsteps. Nothing. She exhaled, letting herself relax and reassured herself that it was only a dream. Her legs collapsed beneath her as she landed on a pile of stale hay. She ran her hands over her face as she tried to understand the meaning of the dream. All her nightmares had meanings, but most were about her past. This one was different. She’d never killed anyone, nor had she ever seen so much blood in her life. So what was this meaning? It had to mean something. It just had to… She laid on the hay for what seemed like hours before getting up, the little rays of sunlight slowly peaking over the horizon. RoRo stretched before shaking some of the hay off of her, too lazy to get the few pieces that clung to her clothes and tangled brown hair. Drowsily, she searched the haystack for her stash of goods. Her fingers hit a hard surface, her delicate fingers gripping the bottle. Her mischievous grin flashed upon her lips as the bottle was popped open. The sweet taste of alcohol quenched her throat immediately as the beer flowed into her body. Yes, beer. She would occasionally be able to afford some nicer drinks and stuff at parties, but right now she was dead broke. So her stolen beer bottles were her only drink right now. RoRo exited the run-down shed and walked into the green pasture of the Farm. No one would even think to find her out here, way out in the middle of nowhere hiding in a run-down shed. Grinning like a fool, she skipped her way drunkenly down the steep green hill. A few times she almost face planted, but caught herself in the knick of time. The beer in her bottle sloshed around loudly as she walked towards the front of the Farm. Technically, it wasn’t really a farm anymore. People came here to ride their horses in the pastures and sometimes even kept them here. The Farm house looked as it might have in the early 1900s with obvious need for improvement. Heck, it might not have even been opened since then. Well, who cared? This was a good place to stay out of sight and out of suspicion. And that was exactly what she needed.A[/font][/color] s she reached the white fence that ended the green pastures, she leaned against it with her elbows on the rail while she drank her beer. Her eyes gazed at the horizon as the sun was slowly creeping up. A few rays shone onto her face, warming up her cheeks, nose and lips. She leaned her head back so that her wavy brown hair hung off the other side of the fence. She could just stay here forever, the peacefulness and quietness was so soothing compared to her chaotic on-the-run life. Sighing, she straightened and took another gulp of the beer, her senses tingling. God, she could get so drunk off this stuff in literally a minute if she wanted. And right now, that sounded like a great idea.T[/font][/color] he beer was almost gone when RoRo decided that just standing around was getting quite boring. So, grabbing her hair, she pulled it back into a messy bun and climbed clumsily over the fence before hopping onto the dirt. She stumbled around, the effects of beer starting to kick in her balance issues. She was already a klutz, and alcohol just made it ten times worse. But hey, what were a few bad side effects compared to the freeness and blissfulness the alcohol gave her? Giggling, she straightened up and tilted the bottle back into her mouth. The world around her was out of focus and tilting from side to side, but she didn’t care. Instead, she half walked half tripped towards the horses’ area, ready to see he mare.R[/font][/color] oag was mumbling to herself as she walked towards Jazzy, her ten year old Quarter Horse mare. God, every time she set eyes on her, she knew she had made the right choice to take off with her. Although Jazzy caused her a lot of trouble, she was definitely worth it. As she watched her mare, she drank some more of her beer, ignoring all her worries and troubles for the time-being. She was so sick of running, never being able to just stop and enjoy life. For four years she’s always been on her own, her only instinct to survive whether it hurt people or not. She learned not to trust people and getting close to someone only gets you hurt. But the beer had washed all those thoughts away, bringing numbness to her that helped her forget. Guess that was the price of being an addict, not feeling anything. But at least she wasn’t doing it because she wanted to be cool or no reason at all. She needed this to keep sane, to help her control herself when she felt like she was going to lose it. Yes, that was the price. RoRo kept drinking her beer as she watched Jazzy graze and finally just take a break from all the hiding also. Hopefully, today would be a better day.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
notes. okay, this is really crappy because I’m rusty with her xD SORRY. crappy ending too o-o words. 1,093 lyrics. Dance with the Devil – Breaking Benjamin[/color]
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Post by V e r<3 on Mar 18, 2011 20:29:16 GMT -5
AND GOOSE GOES NEXT. Just letting you know, Cookie xD
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Post by TurnipHead on Mar 18, 2011 21:03:51 GMT -5
((Ok. I'm just putting this out there; if you expect me to post something anywhere near as long as this, LOWER YOUR EXPECTATIONS.))
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Post by ! cow on Mar 19, 2011 4:53:20 GMT -5
OHMYGOSH, lemme just say just because we can post over 1,000 doesn't mean we expect everyone to do the same xDDD I don't mind one lined posts at all. o-o Don't feel pressured to write huge posts, but pushing yourself is the only way you'll improve. xD I started posting 800 words posts, then 1,000, then 2,000, now my average is around 4,000.
BUT IM JUST GOING TO SAY
ITS ANNOYING WHEN EVERYONE JUMPS TO CONCLUSIONS THINKING WE WANT YOU TO POST JUST AS BIG. You're making a judgement of me, I'm not that kind of person at all. I don't judge people...
... JUST WHAT IM SYAING IS DONT FEEL PRESSURED TO WRITE BIGPOSTS.
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Post by ! cow on Mar 19, 2011 7:54:13 GMT -5
" there ain't no rest for the wicked money don't grow on trees " The sun rose just above the hills; painting the land in an array of different colors. There, standing on an isolated hill, with the sun casting out the features, leaving only a silhouette of a man on his horse. He was a man of a big build and a big horse to match. The sun played off the man's features, showcasing every groove, every indentation, every scar. His gruff beard appeared darker, and his unkempt brown locks looked almost black. His brown eyes that looked off into the distance, full of mixed emotions and hope, took in his surroundings.
Chase was a man of a rough past, and looking for a brighter future. The deep set scars that marred his face and arms all held stories. And just one look at him, anyone could tell life wasn't easy for the kid. His face held much worry and concern, but most of it was masked by his grim expression. The grim expression he had learned to adapt. The same expression he'd use to intimidate others, and the expression he had learned to adapt so people wouldn't realize he was hurting deep down inside.
Sighing, he pulled out a crumpled, folded piece of paper concealed in the flimsy pocket of his white, loose shirt. His fingers uncrumpled the paper delicately, smoothing out the picture of a woman with writing on the back. He flipped over the picture where his momma's words were scribbled down, "Never gonna give up." Smiling to himself, he folded the paper where the creases were deepest and slipped it back in his pocket. If only he knew what those words meant... or why they were written on the picture. Maybe it was the answer to life. Even if it was, Chase barely understood what the words meant. How could he live by this answer to life if he barely knew what it meant? His eyes closed, bringing up his past. All those string of events played chronologically in his head. His memory was so vivid, so detailed, that the actual thing played out like a movie in his mind. The only thing Chase had left of his mom were his memories. He could still hear her sweet loving voice. Her special mom smell. And even her little quirks, like how she'd slice the top of the bread dough before baking it. Chase didn't want to lose the only thing he had left of his mom besides the photo, so he made a habit of always bringing up those memories.
He slid off his painted horse, and ran his hand over her neck. Chase ran the same hand over his stubble that marked his face and then over his eyes and through his ruffled hair. He placed the hand on his hip and stared at Missy, his horse, in some sort of teasing way with his lips tilted in a crooked smile. The mare in turn playfully threw her head in the air and took off. It took a second for everything to click in in Chase's mind; the fact that his horse just ran off. He took off after his horse, tripping over his laces on his boots several times, but stopped as soon as his eyes landed on a girl and her horse, and Missy running straight at them. Not good. Chase instinctively dropped to the ground, something he normally does, especially when being chased after or trying to remain unseen. He whistled for his mare, and prayed to God, she'd come back before they were spotted. Because well... Chase had quite a reputation building up. There was wanted posters of him everywhere it seemed, which was actually quite an accomplishment, but now that he was considered an outlaw with a price for his head. There just wasn't anybody he could trust. Luckily, Missy was by his side again and playfully nudged him and threw her head back in the air, nickering. "Shush up mare." Chase started crawling across the grass over towards a bush and tree where him and Missy could stake out. Missy followed along, her head to the ground with her muzzle practically glued to Chase's side, nudging him and sniffing him.
Chase pressed his back to the tree and pulled out the black velvet sack tied to his weapon belt by a black strand. He pulled at the string, opening the small pouch and poured out all that was in it. A few silver coins and that was it. "Miss... we're running low." His eyebrows knitted over his confused brown eyes as he ran his fingers over the faces of the silver coins. He sat there in silence, expecting his mare to answer him with ne of her little snarky snorts or something. But nothing... "Miss...? Missy? " Chase looked around him, and finally peeked over the bushes where Missy was heading straight towards the girl and her horse again. "God Dangit." Was all he muttered as he shoved the coins back in the pouch and tied it to his belt and took off running again. Just as he pushed himself off the ground and lunged forward, his center of balance was shaken and he fell forward, landing on his elbows and eating grass. Chase's head was the first thing to perk up, looking for his mare. When he caught site of her, he jumped back into action, wiping the dirt off his face to reveal a fresh set of cuts and scrapes to mark his already beaten and abused face which now was practically a canvas of his battle scars and wounds or times when he was clumsy... like just a second ago.
By the time Chase had finally caught up to Missy, Missy had blown there cover. She ran up to the palomino mare, nickering and prancing around her. Chase on the other hand stood dead still, his face void of all emotion. Well, he was caught. But what could this girl do? Scartch him wit her her nails until he bleeds to death? He took in a deep bretah, and figured he had nothing to worry about. Maybe she didn't even know who he was. His eyes landed on the beer can in her hands and realized even if she did know who he was, she probably wouldn't remember after all the alcohol in her blood burned up.
His white shirt was buttoned unevenely, leaving one of the flaps on the front draping lower than the other, and the one side of his collar higher than the other. His shirt was unbottoned down to the middle of his chest. His full chaps were half unzippered and and his boots were left untied. His hair was sticking up in every direction it shouldn't be. He looked like a mess and quickly tried to pull himself together. He ran his hand through his hair, trying to smooth it down some and grabbed for Missy. "Uhh... sorry ma'am." He tried not to look at the girl too much and tried to focus his attention on Missy. But there was that burning thought of money running through his mind. Funny. Most guys wold have thought up ways on how to hit on a girl, or how beautiful she was, but not Chase. All he could think about was money. But his morals were against robbing any girl, especially one who looked as well off as he did. And now he was kicking himself for even thinking that. Stealing from a girl? Really Kid? Where's your virtues? He bit his lip, "Uhh, sorry 'gain ma'am. Didn't mean to be bothersome or nothing."
I got bills to pay and mouths to feed, ain't nothin' in this world for free. 1,261 - words ain't no res for the wicked - age the elephant - lyrics I HAVE IDEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, this is why I brought in Chase first xD - notes OKAYSO they'll all meet o-o yay AND THEY ALL GET DRUNK OR SOMETHINGGGG and it ends up liek the opposite of what's going to happen like Chase hooks up with RoRo and Kayla hooks up with Jagger xD OR SOEMTHING LIKE THAT and then the next day Chase is like RORO MAKE OUT TIMEEE and then then he's like o-o wait a minute... I don't like you o-o AND HE REALIZES IT NOW BECAUSE THEYRE SOBER AND SAME THING HAPPENS WITH KAYLA AND JAGGAAA and then yaaah... I don't know. It sounded better in my head xD
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Post by V e r<3 on Mar 19, 2011 9:40:23 GMT -5
Cookie, we don't expect you to make like 1000+ posts yet o-o We've been RPing these charries for like 3 years now. AAAAND, I've been practicing with Benjamin to get improved with vocabulary and longer posts.
So really, neither me or Goose care xD But she's right, pushing yourself only makes you bettaah<3
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Post by ! cow on Mar 19, 2011 11:59:05 GMT -5
OH POSTEDDDD and itssss reaaaaallly badddddd xDDD BUT YEAH
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Post by V e r<3 on Mar 19, 2011 17:56:47 GMT -5
...OKAAAY
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Post by V e r<3 on Mar 20, 2011 19:11:03 GMT -5
OKAY SO I HAD IDEA. they all get drunk and stuff. and they all like pass out. And then RoRo wakes up in the morning xD And she's like: O-O why is guy next to me... WHO IS THIS. AHHH WHO ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE and she tries to get up but ends up like falling on Jagger xD AND THEEEN They all end up waking up like: whaaaa And then Kayla's like: O-O HEY I KNOW YOU (to Kid) and he's like: TIME TO GO Jagger: WAIT FOR ME FRIEND RoRo: o-o AHHH HE HAS GUN (..yeah he has a gun now xD) Jagger: 8DDD and uh... yeah xD I made it up while in the bathroom drying Brownie. I was cracking up o-o IT'S A ROUGH DRAFT OF WHAT COULD HAPPEN, WE CAN STILL CHANGE/ADD STUFF
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Post by V e r<3 on Mar 20, 2011 19:12:14 GMT -5
...Okay please ignore that scary smiley face xD
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Post by V e r<3 on Mar 20, 2011 19:12:45 GMT -5
It was supposed to be the : D face xDD
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Post by V e r<3 on Mar 21, 2011 12:39:49 GMT -5
I got bored and re-did some of her pictures xD The post header was kind of contrasting with my colors o-o
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Post by V e r<3 on Mar 21, 2011 13:42:25 GMT -5
OHMYGOD, COOOKIEE POOOOOST we're dying ._.
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Post by TurnipHead on Mar 21, 2011 17:52:08 GMT -5
Kayla has to fall in love with Chase. She loves him. xD ANDOK. But like. I feel pressured to make really long posts when people post longer than me xD BUT THATS JUST ME I feel better now though xD
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Post by V e r<3 on Mar 21, 2011 17:58:05 GMT -5
I DON'T CARE. Really. xD But don't feel pressure o-o because, then you'll be uncomfortable AND DON'T WORRY SHE'LL FALL IN LOVE WITH CHASE I'd strangle you if Kayla even like touched Jagger o-o jusssaying xD
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