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 Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 8:47 pm
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 『 Şєтн ☯ яץυjιη 』
『 龍☯神 』
'We live alone. We die alone. Everything else is just an illusion.'
He shot her a quick glare the moment he caught her teasing tone of voice, then turned his head away with a small huff. Despite his efforts to hide his embarrassment with a frustrated expression, his red cheeks had already gave him away Seth simply chuckled at Sahar's words and nonchalantly places his hand on her head. "Thanks. Quite a handful I got here." despite his complains, he was awfully glad that she had decided to stick by him. He was confused over how Rina was unaffected by this whole ordeal and certainly even more at the fact she attended this festival when she never intended to in the fir- ..? He paused and it was almost as if something had clicked inside of him. He doubts he's right but he supposed there should be some coincidence in his following statements. "Unless it only affects those who wanted to come? I don't know. Just a thought. She never planned on attending this event in the first place. I wonder if that's the reason why she's unaffected." at Sahar's words, he shifted his gaze back towards Esme. Worried about his well-being, Seth's having second thoughts regarding them heading back towards the beach. "Will you be alright if we head back to the beach? Don't push yourself, 'aight?" he stated, looked over towards Rina. He snickered at how he's only able to see the top of her head if she kept her head down. He tightened his grip around her hand in attempt to get her attention.
"Hey, Rina. Do you think it's.. possible to take a Nanoa fruit off the island? I mean, there's this shady(?) person I came across who's selling it. Three of it."
I Feel: (( Frustrated )) I Have: (( $1000 )) What I'm Wearing: (( Casual )) Who's With Me: (( Esme, Sahar, Rina )) Who's My Soulmate: (( Rina Sohane ))
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 8:47 pm
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 8:52 pm
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 9:33 am
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PASSION ↻ chokes ↘ THIS FLOWER UNTIL SHE CRIES NO MORE
POSSESSING ALL ♡ THE BEAUTY HUNGRY STILL FOR MORE
Heaven ↯ holds a sense ━ OF WONDER!.
And I wanted to ⋮ Believe that I'd ⋮ Get caught up when⋮
☽ You are silent ⋮ You are breathing ⋮ I am free☾
Jaquinne followed after Zariel as she walked off, a frown on his lips. However when she laughed at his spoken words, he found the sound infectious, and soon joined in. Let's go check out some more stores? he offered silently, motioning towards the other stalls. It was already really dark, but the beach was lit up beautifully. His cheeks burned with a pink colour once more at her silent words. Of course I came. I promised you didn't I?" He refused to speak any more, his mind still filled with self-loathing at his hurtful words. At least when he used his thoughts to communicate, they weren't twisted. Jaquinne nodded weakly in response to her question, unable to trust himself enough to speak, or even to think. His eyes held an unbelievable depth of pain in them, that it was startling. He seemed haunted by something. It hurts... In here. He gently tapped the side of his head, struggling to find the words to describe how he was feeling. I am really sorry. I didn't mean to say that... I don't know what happened. I meant to agree with you.... The blonde bit the inside of his cheek, continuously ignoring the sharp pain stabbing at his mind. Th.. The less I speak, the more it hurts.... But when I do... speak... It... It comes out... wrong. The pain was making it hard for him to use his ability, but he knew that this was the only way he could communicate without something weird happening.
Ⓜσσd ⋮ What's wrong with me? Ⓛσɔαʈισɳ ⋮ Beach Ⓒσмραɳy ⋮ Zariel Ⓦɘɑяɩɳɡ ⋮ Attire
xxOut.Of.Control:
xx0 New Messages:
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 9:52 am
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 『 ＂𝕷𝕰𝕴𝕬 ＂ ☯ 𝕹𝕺𝕮𝕿𝕴𝕾 』
『 Ⓨ ｎｅｚ ☯ Ⓩ ａｒｉｅｌ 』
❛If you were here, I'd whisper sweet nothings in your ear and appeal to all your fears.
But if you were mine, if you were only mine,
I'd bring you so much further down and twist your mind until the end of time.
You will never realise what darkness lies inside my mind.❜
The woman turned her head towards him and nonchalantly pulled him over towards herself by his hand in agreement to his suggestion. "Sounds good to me. It's getting late. C'mon, hurry up." Zariel urged, trotting in the direction of the face painting booth. Upon noticing his blush that had deepened even further, a smile had returned to her face once more and without knowing it, she had found herself staring. Her eyebrows furrowed after catching a glimpse of his eyes and her smile turned into a frown not long after. Ynez's instincts kicked in quick enough for her to notice that he appears to be in pain. Jaquinne?
'It hurts... in here.' Jaquinne stated as he tapped his temple. The Nephalem reached her hands out as it emitted a soft glow and placed it on each side of his head in hope that it could at least sooth some of his pain. Zariel simply shook her head, relieved that he hadn't meant his spiteful comments earlier. "Hurts, doesn't it. Sorry for dragging you into this mess. Maybe kt would've been better if we hadn't come." she stated, overwhelmed by the sense of guilt building up within her. The voices were still clawing at her in the depths of her mind, desperate to be released, desperate to consume its victim. Zariel would've fallen into its trap if it weren't for Ynez. The angel seemed to be the only thing keeping her sanity among this chaotic mess. "Hey, mind speaking for me? You said that the words you spoke were the opposite of what you meant, right? I'll just have to interpret it in another way. You've helped me out many times before. It's time I dk the same for you. I'd hate to see a friend in so much pain."
I Feel: (( Worried )) I Think: (( What the hell is going on? )) What I'm Wearing: (( Black Cut Out )) Who's With Me: (( Jaquinne )) Crushing on: (( No One ))
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 10:24 am
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 12:24 pm
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☾Akira = Velchok☽
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Where at: Beach/ Soleil Festival
With: Esme, Sahar
Mood: Bored
Apparel: Tennis Shoes, Gray pants, red shirt, bandages around hands> Tennis shoes, faded jeans, gray shirt, bandages
Items: Wallet (cash, ID), cell phone, spare clothes(->Gym cloths)
Balance: $917
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((OOC: I remembered, I just thought I deleted that out of my OOC last time...))
"Nope. No, just boring. That's just normal." Akira mumbled as he looked at the last of the stands and let out a sigh. Leaving really was the only thing that piqued his interest now. He looked over to where he was just walking, seeing Zivva following him. "Why are you following me? I said you're boring already."
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 12:46 pm
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Integra Lionheart
.x Mood: VICTORY IS THE ONLY OPTION x. .x Location: Beach x. .x Company: Tsuki x. .x Cash: $950 x.
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Integra smiled brightly and nodded to Tsuki. She knelt down, collecting all the apples and putting them in her saddle bags. They could make her special open faces apple rose pie. A delicious apple pie, that looked like a gorgeous rose. Once all the apples were collected, Integra slammed the money on the table for her own apples, and filled the bucket. It was still struggle down to a sitting posion with her legs tucked under her, but with her new hoove boots, it was getting a whole lot easier.
Tsuki might have fangs, but Integra has horse teeth. Teeth, that have been evolutionarily trained for centuries, directly for the purpose of biting apples. That might not be true, but Integra believed in her heart. She gripped her fists and looked up, with fire in her eyes. As soon as the buzzer went off, her entire face was in the water, splashing it everywhere. Her pony tail (The one on her head) Was flying in the air as she dug for the apples, like a quill moving quickly across a piece of paper. With every bite, Integra chunked half an apple, and spit the other half off to the side, chewing away as she went in for the next one. By time the buzzer went off, 10 halves of apples were sitting next to the bucket, and Integra’s cheeks were full, happily chewing away. She looked up at Tsuki, victory burning in her eyes.
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Always the innocent are the first victims, so it has been for ages past, so it is now.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 12:56 pm
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☠ OOC: rofl Bye, Rabbit! Don't worry, we still got a week in real life to go. ;3 ☠ Feeling: Almost Excellent ☠ The Story: {Click Here.}
"ＰＡＲＴＡＫＥ ＯＦ ＴＨＥ ＦＲＵＩＴ..."The man sneered and only gestured in a 'shoo' motion to Kuro again, sifting through the sea of people roaming the beach to possibly find his next customer. One more 'fruit' should do it. No, he wasn't afraid of "competition" if that's what she wanted to call it. But he did have things to do, people to taunt, and victims to kiss with seeding dreams. That alone could some stranger not change - but if he willed hard enough, it was obvious that he had gotten down to her at least somewhere; nor did she understand the myth he laced beneath his tone. It was not of her falling into the sea that he wanted to push against her. It was that Icarus had flown too close to the sun, melting his wings made of wax and feathers - therefore making him vulnerable to the endless waters below. Her entire statement of not being afraid, whether it be to herself or to him, was only back up to his original point. Spoiled. He wanted to mutter, but instead continued his trudge along the beach. With a short inhale, he could feel the power surge into him as the couple Luka and Fisher planted their leaves into the ground. He cracked his knuckles, turning his head side to side before two small lumps appeared beneath his hood, lifting just enough to give way that something was there, but not enough to reveal any more of his facial features than before. With a grunt, he held still. He was no idiot. He could hear the... "Thief" from over a mile away if he tried hard enough. But as the boy stood in front of him, the cloaked figure only rolled his eyes to the side with a grumble of irritation. "Yes, I do." He muttered in response to the rhetorical question. "All things considered, you had just called yourself one not two seconds after me turning." He shuffled to the side, but it didn't seem he'd get past the boy without allowing him to finish whatever he was saying.
Whipping his hand out from beneath his sleeve, he held up a single gloved finger, attempting to stop the over confident demon in his tracks. "That is not, you over confident imbecile, why people flood to Soleil - nor do I have much interest talking to a lying single entity." He growled out, lifting said finger to pinch the bridge of his nose. But at the second thought of him having a certain person of interest, he pulled his hand away, shaking off a black muck-like substance, and snapping rather loudly. In a puff of smoke the same star shaped fruit as before hovered above his hand. A smile curled to his lips, though it wasn't as polite as it had been with the others. "A Nanoa fruit speaks of whether or not the person you decide to eat it with will be your soul mate. " He took a step forward, practically closing the gap between himself and Aiden, and snapped his fingers again without hesitance. The fruit was gone, back into the depths of wherever he had managed to hide it. "Bring me the girl alongside you. Judging by her intentions of feeding your..." He paused in what looked like disgust and disinterest. "... Thirst... Then I will decide if you may partake." He stood waiting, expectant, but not once took his red eyes off the boy."ＴＨＥ ＳＯＵＬ ＦＲＵＩＴ ＯＦ ＭＹＫＲＯＮＯＳ..." ☠ ☠ |
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 3:42 pm
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xxxx ♫ Solaris Windstorm ♫ xxxx
xxxxThe Fallen Angel Violinistxxxx
”My song can be a hymn accompanying your victory, or an elegy chronicling your demise… ”
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Indeed, the situation had gone a bit worse. Blaze had voiced his concern towards Aislinn because of the spirits talking in the shaman's head. Plus, the violinist's head also induced a slight headache from all the voices that were despicable, still speaking of disgust just because of Amadeus acting weird. Her hand flew against her temple, wincing slightly.
Through the jumble of abhorrence, she could hear people speaking about the so-called fruit utilized at the way to see if two people would become true soulmates or not. More importantly, a hooded man could be anywhere selling the stuff. "Wait... the Nanoa fruit. I though it was just a fairy tale narrated to me by the old folks during my early days in Soleil. I would rather have a journey with someone that I love so much than to see that old creep circulating and selling the stuff. That way, it would be more exciting."
Her eyes then glance at Blaze for a few seconds before looking away, hoping that the red-haired kitsune wouldn't get her drift early on. After all, partaking the fruit could either make or break the two, and she wouldn't want that early on since they have just met. She would rather wait for the right time before jumping on the chance.
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 8:41 pm
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Posted: Sun May 08, 2016 9:34 pm
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⊙〖OOC: -- ⊙ Today's Outfit: Dressed. ⊙ Feeling: Depressed; Strange; Slightly Absent. ⊙ Money: $1355.50〗⊙
( ♬ But I think my mistakes became the chemistry for my miracles... • )
{Character Enter.}
Bree's amethyst eyes scanned over the passing buildings, neighborhoods, and landscapes as Tyrese drove from her home - closing the garage door behind them - towards the festival they were supposedly going to. The sage tote bag sat on the entrance to her thighs, covering the seat belt and clutched somewhat tightly by her hands. She felt absently around the rounded out sides of the towels protruding on the right side of the bag, one of each color peeking out towards her chest. It wasn't long before she snapped her curious gaze to her shoes, twiddling them back and forth as they drove through the streets of downtown. Several things began through her mind, but one of them was clearer than the rest, her bar needed to be tended to. Ever since the incident she had all but abandoned it, working on what she could from home before altogether leaving the idea when Tyrese was hit by the car. At that point, there had been nothing else in her mind but the constant reminder of failure over the last few months. How everything had begun to dissipate until she was left with emptiness - hence her depression. Everything was lost. Depleted. And now... She wasn't sure how to get it back on track. She tapped the sides of her shoes together along the toe, which gave a light clop to play beneath her. She sighed and shook her head, her almost dry curl ends sweeping over her collarbone and neck. Finally, the vehicle turned onto a sandy patch of concrete, the tires turning rugged as they rumbled over the grains of sand.
She hitched, her baby doll lips parting as the realization of how close they were to the beach they were. If anything they- She glanced up to view the surroundings, excitement making her twitch and flail her fingertips just a slight bit. Her bottom twisted and she practically planted herself against the window, peering to see the multiple faces crowd the edges of the shores. Even making their way to the car she hadn't experienced a breath of fresh air; it wasn't the same in the dark garage. As the car began to slow to a stop, she turned her gaze to the latch on the door, then to the window, and back down again. He was getting out, and she wasted absolutely no time doing the same. Dropping the bag towards the floor of the car, she snatched the latch in her hand, pulling back and shoving the door so hard back that, for a split second, she was terrified of ripping the door itself off. Without closing it she bolted, stumbling in her heeled boots across the sand and towards the crashing waters she so very dreamed of day in and out of the bathtub. She ran, still several yards away from the entrance of the festival and stopped just where the water foamed and curled back into it's depths.
The sea salt alone was enough to drive her nose wild. She took a breath of fresh air - something she hadn't realized she had been longing for for days, if not weeks on end. Her chest heaved, her lips parted, taking in every last breath she could before releasing one last heavy exhale. Breathing any harder and she might hyperventilate herself into a slight stupor. Even the sky, though laced with few clouds, remained bright and sunny. There were no curtains, no blinds to block the path, no covers curled over her shoulder in their warm embrace that told her it was safe. No. This was safe. This was... The waves rolled and stopped just an inch or so of the toe of her boot. "Home..." She whispered. The ocean breeze swayed her hair and her bangs away from her brightly lit eyes. Her heels sank down into the sand, steadying out her weakened knees at the very sight of the outside world. She wasn't captured. She wasn't doomed to dwell in a room against her will... A flash of a knife and she felt herself tearing up again, wiping delicately at the bottom of her eyelashes. Sh-She was free now. She had to remember that. She was.. H-Her own person and- Her teeth bit harshly at her bottom lip, her hands raising to press her palms against her eyes.
( • ... And I think that my tests became my testimonies. ♬ ) |
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