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 Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 2:25 pm
Here, in this world, elemental humans exist but they are not entirely welcomed. Normal humans fear the elementals, scared of the powers that they are unable to understand. So instead of trying to comprehend those who are different, the normal humans sentence them to death. Now the elementals are put on the run, with their numbers growing smaller and smaller, they are forced to blend in and pretend to be the very same people are out to destroy them.
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 2:28 pm
Name: Grace “Dragon” Putty Age: 22 Ability: Grace can breath out smoke and ash Other: Grace got the name of Dragon because she’s not considered graceful in the least. She’s more like a dragon with her a fiery temper. Well, and her whole ability thing. Picture: Grace Putty
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 3:07 pm
Name: Delsin Aaron Snow Age: 23 Ability: He can control ice and can manipulate the temperature around him Other: People refer to him as "Ice man" not just for his abilities but also because of his cool body temperature and the way he isolates himself from other people, making him out to have cold personality. Picture: Delsin
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 8:50 pm
△ ▼ ɢrace ⇝ D Я Α ɢ ʘ Ν ⇜ Ρutty ▽▲ If you feel so walked on
So painful So pissed off
 ⋙ You're not the only one ⋘
Grace winced and cursed as she pulled the bandages up from the wound in her side. She had gone out again. Fighting. She loved to fight, loved to stand up for herself. Why shouldn’t she? Too few of their kind were willing to stand up. So many blended in. She refused, however. Grace had never been alright with being a sitting duck, waiting for her doom. She wasn’t going to wait for them to come in and slaughter her. No. She was going to make them sweat and bleed for it.
When she was little Grace’s mother had sworn she was switched in the hospital. She was nothing like her parents, who were both so sweet and charming. She had been in trouble all through school and was constantly disrupting class and fighting. It was just her way, though. The way of the beast running through her veins. The ash and cinder that seeped out of her wounds indicated that there was a kind of fire deep inside of her, and that was definitely shown through her actions and demeanor, if nothing else.
As she peeled off the bandages the blood started to flow again. It wasn’t the normal red, however It had a dark hue to it, bits of ash flowing out along with the normal blood. It had terrified her parents when she was younger, that was for sure. It was the first indication to her parents that she was special.
There was a gash one her side as well as on her leg from the fight the night before. Just a bar brawl last night. She had had much worse, that was for sure. Those government moneys packed a lot of much and firepower, that was for sure. These were small fries. “Damn humans.” She cursed as she rewrapped her wounds with fresh bandages. After she had cleaned herself up, Grace took to the streets. Unfortunately she had to feed the machine and function as a normal being when doing her errands. She had to get food and more bandages at the store, which meant blending in. She detested it, that was for sure. Usually she kept a cigarette in between her lips to keep people from noticing the occasional smoky breath that escaped when she got frustrated. It wasn’t the best way to hide it, but she didn’t care enough to try to find a better way, really. What would they do? Try to take her on? Ha. She could fight off anyone. Refusing to go down
You're not the only one
So get up ⋙ Let's start a Яɪȯт ⋘
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Posted: Fri Aug 29, 2014 11:33 pm
『Delsin Aaron Snow』
“Ίϲε мąи” Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?xxxxxxxxxxx
And the walls kept tumbling downx In the city that we lovexxxxxxxx "Aw, s**t." The curse slipped from Delsin's lips as he icy eyes glanced all over him. He had done it again, he froze his room in his sleep. It was something that happened once in a while when he had an unpleasant dream. The control on his powers slipped from his concentration and he ended up freezing everything around him. It was a risky thing that happened to him, something that had gotten him caught once or twice by the humans. Or as he liked to refer to them as Normies. A term that he had made up when he was younger when other people had called him a freak. He would taunt it back at them, make them feel like they were the ones with the problem, not him. For the most part it had worked and they would leave him alone, and for a second he would feel like he was the one who was right. He was normal, they were the ones who weren't. They were the ones who needed to be punished. Of course it had only worked for a while, before the cycle started over or people came after his life. It wasn't that he couldn't defend himself, it was just that he wish he didn't have to. The whole thing was outrageous to him, the way Normies reacted to his kind, he couldn't understand why they were all so bent on destroying what was different from them when they hadn't even tried to understand it in the first place. But that was the kind of world he lived in, and he would rather face it then deny it.
Delsin sat up in his bed taking in the damage he had dealt to the room. It wasn't as bad as it could of been, as it had been in past events. A small frost had covered his walls and ceiling, it had started to creep down on his floorboards but he had managed to wake up before it could. It was something he could easily deal with quickly and be on his way. He closed his eyes and breathed in, concentrating he was able to make the frost recede until there was nothing but a puddle on his floor which he could wipe up easily. That was the hard thing about his abilities, creating ice was easy, but taking it away was the harder part. It took a good amount of his concentration to be able to do. Of course there was always the old fashion way of letting it melt, but when you were in a hurry you did what you had to to make sure nobody figured out that you had special abilities.
Now that the frost had been taken care of and turned into an only slightly noticeable puddle, Delsin had gotten up and changed into clothes for the day. He didn't have many things, since he had to be ready to move on any moments notice, which meant that his wardrobe consisted of only a jacket, five shirts, and three pairs of pants. But he was fine with that, he could function well on very little. All his shirts had long sleeves also, because he was a cold person in body temperature, he needed to wear long sleeves. Not for the same reasons people would think though, it wasn't too keep him and warm him up, but it was to keep the cold trapped inside. The more of his body that was covered, the better he could keep himself cool. Which was what he liked, he liked the cold. Everyone he had met was always a warm person, always a 'where is the sun' type of person. But he didn't care for sunny days and warm temperatures, he was a cloudy days and below zero type of person. People thought that fire was the only thing that burned, but he could feel it, as he left his tiny apartment and started down the streets in such of something to eat, deep inside of him at his core ice was there, he was made of it. It burned within him and he loved it. It was who he was and he wasn't ashamed of that. He refused to be ashamed of that.But if you closed your eyesxxx
Does it almost feel likexxxxxxxxx
nothing changed at all?xxxxxxxxxxx How am I going to be an optimist about this?
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 7:33 am
△ ▼ ɢrace ⇝ D Я Α ɢ ʘ Ν ⇜ Ρutty ▽▲ If you feel so walked on
So painful So pissed off
⋙ You're not the only one ⋘
The sunlight was warm on Grace’s already warm skin. She loved the sun and was very sensitive to the cold. If her body temperature dropped too low then she would get incredibly sick. It had happened once when she was a baby. Her foolish parents had taken her to the doctor’s for shots, playing on the illusion that she was a normal child, and her temperature had been taken. Well, a child with a temperature of 103 usually wasn’t just allowed to leave, so she was plunged into an ice bath instantly. It was a horrific thing, she remembered. It was like her blood was slowing in her veins, like it was cementing. Kind of like when lava cools down.
Just because she liked to be warm didn’t mean that it didn’t get uncomfortable sometimes, though. She sweat like everyone else and sometimes got too warm. So often she wore a tank top or sleeveless shirt when she went out, along with capris. That was when it wasn’t too hot or too cold, of course. It was actually a nice temperature outside, the sun smiling excited down upon the town.
Grace fiddled a bit with her hair, which she had to leave down when she went out. Every person that was part of her kind had a mark on them, kind of like a birthmark, though it didn’t always have to appear at birth. Hers was on the back of her neck, a hideous dark brown splotch that looked kind of like a crescent moon if you squinted.
Into the store she went, looking for something easy that she could heat up and eat. She didn’t could, couldn’t cook. She was too busy in her youth learning how to fight rather than how to cook and sew. Those were disgusting female stereotypes, anyhow. She was glad to be one of the ones who weren’t like that. Grace was always kind of like that, wanting to be the one who stood out, the round peg that didn’t fit in their round hole. /it brought her a strange sense of satisfaction, really. It caused a smug grin to lift into place on her face.
As she went around the store she looked at the people around her. Usually she liked to try to pick out who else was like her. Usually they were the ones acing a bit strangely. Her kind were the ones who were fidgety, minding their own business, and the ones who seemed overly eager to go back home and away from the public eye. At least, those really were the only ones that Grace could spot, because they stood out like that. It was much harder to tell if any of them were, well, acting like normal, functioning human beings. That made sense, of course, but was always frustrating to grace. That she couldn’t instantly tell who was who, though that would have been a much better ability than spewing ash.
After her shopping trip, Grace sat on the bench outside of the store, cigarette tucked safely in the corner of her lips, grocery bag by her feet. She simply looked like someone taking a smoke break she was sure. Don’t you know it’s not winter, kiddo?” She called out recklessly to a passing man, a smirk playing on her lips. “There’s no need for sleeves.” She challenged, knowing she was hoping for a fight. She knew it was a bad idea with her wounds, but what could she say? She just couldn’t help herself. Refusing to go down
You're not the only one
So get up ⋙ Let's start a Яɪȯт ⋘
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 8:54 am
『Delsin Aaron Snow』
“Ίϲε мąи” Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?xxxxxxxxxxx
And the walls kept tumbling downx In the city that we lovexxxxxxxxAs he walked Delsin could feel himself shrinking inward as the sun glared down at him, trying to send him to his doom with its heat. He stuck his hands into his pockets, bringing his arms closer to his body so he could keep himself cooler. His body working the same way a Normies did when they got cold, how they would wrap their arms around themselves and shiver. Delsin's body did the same only it happened when he was getting warm. It was a dangerous thing for him, getting warm, if his body temperature rose too high he could easily get sick or possibly even die. It had happened to him when he was younger, his parents who were concerned because their son had the body temperature of a dead person, desperately tried to warm him up. Which resulted in him be hospitalized because he collapsed from his temperature being to high, even though it had barely based ninety-five degrees.
Now, with his hands in his pockets, he walked down the sidewalk, keeping the shadows that the building cast as much as he could. The worst part about his case was that he was always forced to dress in darker clothing, which attracted the sunlight instead of repealing it. But he couldn't wear white, or other see through colors because of the mark on his back. Just like the rest of his kind he had been stuck with a bad birthmark. It started on his lower back but traced to the front of his hip, a giant blob that almost looked like a bruise because of the bluish tint it took on. That was what they had thought it to be in the beginning anyway. He wasn't born with the mark, when he was three years old it showed itself. His parents thinking that he must of fallen or tripped, but after a few weeks the 'bruise' didn't go away, and then another week or so after that he had accidentally turned the family cat into a popsicle. And now he was cursed to forever be in dark clothing because whenever he wore to light of a color, the mark somehow showed itself.
Delsin sighed, he was running out a shade to walk through and he would soon be forced to walk fully in the sun. He tried to walk as fast as possible to get to his destination so he could be inside, when he heard someone call out to him. His icy gaze landed on a female sitting on a bench outside the store that he wanted to desperately to go into and get away from the sunlight. But instead he paused, looking at the girl, was she picking a fight with him? Or was she just nosy? He shifted on his feet slightly, weighing whether it was worth say something or not. He didn't much care for fighting, but he didn't let people get away with making fun at him either. "Don't you know that six million people a year die from smoking?" he shot back at her, glancing at the cigarette that dangled from the corner of her lips. "Also you know that it is rude to point out someone else's differences. For all you know I could have a condition that requires me to wear long sleeves." Guilt. It usually worked on anyone who had a decent enough conscious. Make them feel guilty for trying to make fun of you and the tables will turn in your favor perfectly. Of course it didn't work every time because not everyone was able to feel guilty, some people just lacked a conscious altogether. Not to mention that it put Delsin on the edge of danger, mentioning a special condition to anyone was enough to make people suspicious of you. "And anyway, it's a good way to get yourself into a bad fight, especially on these streets. So maybe you should just keep your thoughts to yourself from now on." he added, trying to direct her attention away from his previous words and onto something else before suspicions where formed.But if you closed your eyesxxx
Does it almost feel likexxxxxxxxx
nothing changed at all?xxxxxxxxxxx How am I going to be an optimist about this?
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 11:11 am
△ ▼ ɢrace ⇝ D Я Α ɢ ʘ Ν ⇜ Ρutty ▽▲ If you feel so walked on
So painful So pissed off
⋙ You're not the only one ⋘
Grace grinned, delighted at the sassy response of the male in front of her. She was glad to get a live one. Sometimes they would just walk away, ignoring her jaunts and jibes. This one gave her one back. Instantly her brain set to evaluating him. The way that he carried himself, the way that his dark hair hung in his face. Those bright blue yes, not too different from her own baby blues. “Six million, eh? Well thank God. I hope I’m one of them.” She raised her fingers to her lips to remove the stick from her mouth, blowing out smoke rings in his direction.
For some crazy reason she suddenly wanted to grab him and kiss him. She wanted to force her warm lips on to his. It was an inappropriate feeling that she often got at the worst times. It was like an itch that started just under her skin, at the base of her spine. But it spread, yes it did. It spread throughout her body like a horrific rash. She never knew what brought these bouts on. Usually, though, it was when people fought her. When people tried to be dominant back. Perhaps it was just because she wanted to do something to startle those people, to shock them back into submission. They would expect a punch, a swing. But a kiss? Never. It had always frustrated her parents when she was younger, this weird kind of habit that they couldn’t break her from.
“A medical condition, eh? What kind of medical condition? Do you have some sick rash? Can I see?” It there was one thing Grace loved to do, it was to push her fingers into the sensitivities of others. Especially if they had some kind of weakness she could poke at. The thought of an illness, though… Grace raised her brows, rolling the words around in her brain. That sounded like he was a freak to her. Her kind. Perhaps that was where his mark was, under those precious sleeves of his. Ashe stood up, flicking the cigarette away from her as she did so, as if she was finishing it, though it had never been lit. She blew out another stream of smoke towards him as she did so, a smirk still playing on her lips. What was he playing at? Guilt, perhaps? People always got uncomfortable when confronted with a medical condition or illness. She never understood that. It happened to many people. Why did people still freak out as if it was some uncommon thing? “I love to fight, darling. But that doesn’t mean I want to fight you.”
She stepped towards him, her hand lashing out to grab the back of his neck, pulling him close to her. She realized instantly that he was too cold. So cold. She grimaced a bit, the coolness making her skin burn, like when little kids stick their hands or tongues to metal wires. Grace’s face was close to his and she didn’t hesitate to close the gap after just a brief moment of studying that face of his. Her lips pressed roughly on his, anticipating the shock and the resistance that he would give. She knew it was going to hurt, the feeling of his ice cold body against her too warm one. Perhaps it would make her sick. But she didn’t care. She had to relieve this itching that was growing by the moment. Well, that and she had to make sure he knew that they were the same. It was always interesting. Finding an ally wasn’t something that she did often, unless she was out fighting. Perhaps he could fight with her. Perhaps there would be someone else to join the cause and throw the finger at the people who were hunting them down. It was always nice to know one of the people who would be fighting with you, really. Refusing to go down
You're not the only one
So get up ⋙ Let's start a Яɪȯт ⋘
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Posted: Sat Aug 30, 2014 9:39 pm
『Delsin Aaron Snow』
“Ίϲε мąи” Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?xxxxxxxxxxx
And the walls kept tumbling downx In the city that we lovexxxxxxxxDelsin was dissatisfied by the reaction that he had seemed to pull out of the red haired female. He didn't have time to fight with anyone today, he just wanted to get what he needed from the store and go on his way. But she seemed so persistent on fighting with him, on starting some meaningless quarrel. He took a small step back when she blew the rings of smoke at him, his nose wrinkling slightly but he didn't remove his hands from his pockets to wave it away. If he did he was afraid to lose the nice cool temperature that he had his body at for the time being. "How distasteful." he muttered, shaking his head to try and scatter the smoke.
His icy blue eyes turned slightly cooler when she pressed about him having a medical condition, asking if she could see it. How rude could someone get? He didn't even want to fight with the female, but now maybe he would freeze a finger or two on her just to teach her a lesson. Maybe it would show her how to keep her mouth shut about other people. He glanced away from her, unable to form a good enough comeback for her questions, he didn't like it when a plan didn't go through the way he wanted too. She was the opposite of what he had been hoping for, instead of feeling guilty she wanted to poke at him more and more. She was his least favorite type of person. The type of people who didn't know when to quick, always trying to make things worse and not better. Always poking at people and looking for a fight. The type of people you could never get your hands away well enough because they always seemed to be turn the tables back on you before you could. Delsin shook his head, his black hair flopping down into his eyes, he debating whether he should just leave it right there and go inside the store. But at this point she might just follow him.
Her words confused him, wasn't she picking a fight with him right now? What was she talking about? His lips went to form the words but he suddenly froze, her hand grabbing the back of his neck, yanking him towards her. A punch in the face was the last thing he expected at that point because he was almost knocked off his feet. She was hot. Burning hot. Even though it was just her had that grasped him, it still burned. He could feel the heat sinking into him, and he was about to yank away from her, to turn around and walk away when suddenly the same between them was closed and her lips were pressed roughly against his. His whole body when still as a statue, his blue eyes wide and in shock. Not just by the kiss itself but by the heat that was brought with it and with her warm body pressed against his he realized that she was different. Her body temperature was way too hot for a Normies. She had to be his kind. That was the whole point of the kiss now, it had to be, some sort of secret message for him to understand without her having to say it aloud. But that didn't mean the kiss didn't make him feel like he was on fire any less. He decided to give her a bit of her own medicine back, removing his hand from his pocket he grabbed the back of her head, he kissed her back, forcing her lips to part slightly. He used the advantage to ever so lightly exhale into her mouth, sending a cold gust with his breath to give her a bit of a freeze herself. Then, once he was satisfied with himself, he withdrew, his hand immediately diving into his pocket again to help cool himself down. It was a risk that he taken when he gave her that slight chill, she could of been a Normie running a high fever for all he knew, but he was willing to take that chance. Normies didn't usually put themselves into this types of situations anyway. But if you closed your eyesxxx
Does it almost feel likexxxxxxxxx
nothing changed at all?xxxxxxxxxxx How am I going to be an optimist about this?
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 2:12 pm
△ ▼ ɢrace ⇝ D Я Α ɢ ʘ Ν ⇜ Ρutty ▽▲ If you feel so walked on
So painful So pissed off
⋙ You're not the only one ⋘
Grace was satisfied with her work when the boy went still. He seemed frozen. Well, actually, that would make sense with him being as cold as he was. In any case, she was sure she had caught him off guard with the kiss. When she was about to pull away and call it quits he did something that startled her. He grabbed the back of her head and held her close to him, forcing her mouth to open a bit. The breath that came from his mouth was cold. So cold. It was like a water after you put it in the freezer but didn’t give it quite enough time to turn into ice. Yanking away, Grace started to cough, to sputter. It was so cold it burned, which was something she was sure people didn’t really think that the cold could do.
Closing her eyes as she coughed, the female willed herself to keep it together. She could feel a solid mass forming in her throat as she sputtered, the cold screwing with her. Ash and stem spewed out of her mouth as she coughed, struggling to find a handkerchief in her pocket. Luckily she was able to find one to press to her mouth to keep more ash from coming out of her mouth and attracting attention to herself. Hopefully she hadn’t already by her sputtering. With one hand to her mouth with the cloth, the other pressed to her throat to try to soften the cold mass in her throat with some additional warmth. It only took a few seconds for her to spit out a solid cinder chunk, but in those few seconds to felt herself get extremely angry.
“What the f*ck?” She demanded loudly, blue eyes snapping open to look at the boy in front of her. “Are you trying to kill me?” She crushed the cinder in her hand, letting the ashes fall to the ground. She reach out, grabbing the front of the boy’s shirt and staring him down. Her lips were twisted, showing her obvious rage. “You better give me one reason not to kill you right now.” She hissed lowly.
Her anger was part of the reason that people she knew would call her Dragon. She got so angry, they said, it was like they could see the steam coming out of her ears. Sometimes it was over nothing. One time she couldn’t find the light switch in the dark and ended up putting a hole in the wall, instead. It was often incredibly irrational and unnecessary, those outbursts of hers. In this case, however, she felt like she was perfectly grounded in her reasons. The boy had tried to kill her! She didn’t do that to him. Even she wasn’t so cruel. Refusing to go down
You're not the only one
So get up ⋙ Let's start a Яɪȯт ⋘
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Posted: Mon Sep 01, 2014 6:42 pm
] 『Delsin Aaron Snow』
“Ίϲε мąи” Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?xxxxxxxxxxx
And the walls kept tumbling downx In the city that we lovexxxxxxxxWhen the female yanked away and fell into her coughing fit, Delsin felt a small sense of relief by the fact that the chance he had taken didn't turn into a bad one. He also felt a bit smug by the coughing fit she had gone into, since she tried to knock him off guard with the kiss he felt good getting back at her. Though he sympathized with what pain she must feel from it, he tried to do as little damage as possible but he suppose that it would hurt no matter what. After all if someone came to close to him with an open flame, or even burn him, he would probably crumble to the floor. So how could he blame her for how she reacted? It was appropriate under the circumstances.
As she coughed though, what surprised him the most was the ash and smoke that spewed from her lips, causing him to take a small step back from her. He had seen a good handful of people with special abilities but this still seemed to come out as a surprise. He had seen people control lightning and shake the earth, he'd even seen someone grow a tree in a matter of seconds, but the ash and smoke was a new thing he hadn't seen before. It almost freaked him out, he had never met someone who was so polar opposite of him before. And he knew that if the two of them get into a fight that it would not be pretty, in fact it might just kill both of them and everything around them in the process.
Delsin's gaze remand steady on her, debating whether to help her out or not, it seemed she was struggling with the small chunk of ice that had formed inside her throat. But he had a feeling that if he got close to her again she'd probably try to melt him into a puddle. "Actually I wasn't going to let it kill you, not really at least. It was just for shock." he answered back, watching the fire that lit up in her baby blue eyes. Eyes that were much like his, only a shade or two off. It was easy to see she had a mean temper on her, and while his was pretty bad too, he tried to keep himself calm most of the time. His eyes glanced down at the cinder she crushed in her faces, the ashes scattering to the ground. Man, she was big time angry with him.
He didn't try to her move her hand when she grabbed his shirt, though his instinct wanted him too. But he tried to keep his hands where they were, inside his pockets. "You were the one who started in, you know." he reminded her, his gaze steady but cool. "You should take a little bit more responsibility for your own actions, after all I warned you in the first place not to go picking fight with strangers on the street. Maybe now you've learned your lesson." Delsin leaned back, his fingers twitching in his pocket, wanting to pry her fingers off his shirt. "I wasn't going to let it kill you anyway, it was just to give you a little shock." he added. "Besides you don't want to pick a fight with him." Though her temper seemed wild and vicious, he wasn't really scared of her. He could hold his own in a fight, after all people that he knew didn't call him Iceman for just his personality. But if you closed your eyesxxx
Does it almost feel likexxxxxxxxx
nothing changed at all?xxxxxxxxxxx How am I going to be an optimist about this?
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2014 8:25 am
△ ▼ ɢrace ⇝ D Я Α ɢ ʘ Ν ⇜ Ρutty ▽▲ If you feel so walked on
So painful So pissed off
⋙ You're not the only one ⋘
His words only enraged her more. Who was he to patronize her? Grace didn’t want to hear his s**t about responsibilities and lessons. Who did he think he was? Hell, who did he thing she was? Just some punk kid? Puh-lease. They were probably about the same age. He had no right to act like she was some insolent brat. He was the one that had shot that cold air down her throat. This was his fault, anyhow. She was just getting rid of the urge. She was just taking care of herself by kissing him. She could have decked him then. Should have bashed in his nose and poked out his eyeballs. If only. It would have been so much more enjoyable then this.
Grace lifted her arm up, like she was going to punch him in the face, but suddenly let out a sharp noise and dropped her hand from his face, as well as away from his shirt. Her hand moved to her side, where the slice form the day before lay under its wrapping. Her hand came away red and sticky. Grace bit her lip and closed her eyes, replacing her hand. She had aggravated it, split it back open. It hurt like hell, now that she realized what she had done. Her rage had left her numb, but now she was just in pain. Grace had dealt as well as received her fair share as damage, but that didn’t make her impervious to it, unfortunately. Sure, the little cuts and nicks didn’t hurt nearly as bad, but pain still existed and she still could feel it. She bent over a bit, so she wasn’t stretching the skin quite so tightly.
These were the times when being stubborn was a horrible burden to bear. Grace wanted to say how much she was hurting. Wanted to ask quietly for help form this boy, as it was going to be difficult to get back to the place that she was staying. However, she knew she couldn’t do that. There was no way she could swallow her pride and ask for help. From anyone. It didn’t matter if she would die, she would never bend down and ask for help. It was part of the reason school had been such a difficult thing for her. It was part of the reason that she had left so early. She couldn’t ask for help, so it just caused her to fail. To look like an insolent child who didn’t care.
Without another word to the boy, or any thought to the groceries that she had left on the bench, Grace turned and walked away. It was impossible to get the pain to go away, so she just tried to think about something else. Like about those b*****d purists she would be able to fight again when she was healed. It would take a bit of time, but she would be healed and back to rioting and causing hell for those humans that were trying to gather her kind and kill them. Refusing to go down
You're not the only one
So get up ⋙ Let's start a Яɪȯт ⋘
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Posted: Wed Sep 03, 2014 9:00 am
『Delsin Aaron Snow』
“Ίϲε мąи” Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?xxxxxxxxxxx
And the walls kept tumbling downx In the city that we lovexxxxxxxxDelsin prepared himself for whatever was about to come next, he could see that his words weren't helping her much at all. If anything they only mad her even more angry. But was that really his fault? No. The female just didn't know how to control her temper, how to keep herself cooled down. Of course he had a feeling that when you were able to spew ash and smoke it was a little hard to keep anything around you cool. But he wasn't about to back down just because she was a hot head, why should he? He didn't feel like he was in the wrong at all. If anything it was all her fault, she should be held for her own actions and learn to control her own temper. Or whatever made her kiss him in the first place. No, if she took a swing at him he would fight her, he had nothing against fighting a female. Especially one that could hold her own.
Except she never got the chance to hit him at all because as soon as her arm lifted it fell quickly down and he was released from her grasp. The neckline of his shirt all crinkled up and stretched out, making him frown slightly but his attention was dragged right back towards the redhead who seemed to be in a serious amount of pain over something. That was when he saw it, the blood that was oozing from her side. It made him cringe, almost like he could feel her pain. Had she gotten that from some other fight before? Probably. He would believe it. He would have guessed that she been in a lot of different fights with how she seemed to be.
He hesitated to say something to her, he wasn't a very social person. He didn't trust people much either, but she seemed to be in bad pain from her wound and seeing that tugged at some of his heart strings. It made him want to see if he could help her, though he didn't know what he could do that would help. Since she wasn't a fan of the cold he doubt that he could numb the wound for her without accidentally getting her sick or even killing her that is. Still, he wasn't sure he could just walk away without saying something or even asking if she needed help. His lips parted to speak but just as he was about to, the female turned and started walking away. The fact that she just walked away left him in disbelief, it was obvious that she was in pain, but she really wasn't going to even care to ask for his help or assistance? How much pride could one person have? How stupid could one person be to let that pride get in the way of their own life?
"Hey, wait a second." he called out before he could stop himself. He hated people who had too much pride to even ask for help in need. So why was he so compelled to ask her about it anyway, knowing the answer? He should just walk away, just leave her alone and continue with his day. Drop it now, Delsin. You know how these things end so just drop it. But his mouth kept talking away. "Come on, you can't be serious. You are just going to walk away without even asking for some sort of help when you're that injured? What if someone sees you and picks a fight? You can't fight like that, you'll die you know." What was he doing? Why couldn't he just shut up? She wasn't going to bend and he knew that, so why did he even bother?But if you closed your eyesxxx
Does it almost feel likexxxxxxxxx
nothing changed at all?xxxxxxxxxxx How am I going to be an optimist about this?
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2014 8:46 am
△ ▼ ɢrace ⇝ D Я Α ɢ ʘ Ν ⇜ Ρutty ▽▲ If you feel so walked on
So painful So pissed off
⋙ You're not the only one ⋘
Grace only got a few steps away before the male piped up. She kept going through his first statement. However, she stopped when he mentioned her dying. Rage swelled through her again. What could she say? He had wounded her pride, kicked her right where it hurt. Sometimes, the only thing that she had left was her pride. Like right now. She didn’t have her body, really. It was a mangled heap of bones and flesh most days. She didn’t have friends or a family. Her home was a room in someone’s house. Just a single room with a mattress on the floor and a backpack wit the only things that mattered to her. She only had her pride and now he was telling her what she couldn’t do. What a jerk.
“I can handle it.” She said sturdily, looking over her shoulder at him. “I’ve had worse. She started to walk, but stopped again. Biting her lip, Grace looked away from him. “If you really are worried about me, lover boy, then get me some bandages. Something to wrap up with. I don’t have many supplies left.” She admitted, hating herself every moment she spoke. However, it was true. She was running dangerously low on bandages and disinfectants and couldn’t really go back in the store in her condition. If they saw she was bleeding they’d ask questions. They’d put two and two together. She was already running a risk by staying out in the streets while in her condition. Anyone could stop her and ask questions. Or, worse, report her under the assumption that there was a reason she had that gash in her side. They could tell anyone about their suspicions and get her attacked.
Hell. May as well trust this a**. I’ll be out of this town as soon as I get better, anyhow… Sighing, she rubbed the bridge of her nose with the hand that wasn’t holding her side. “520 East Avenue. There’s an apartment building there. Third floor, room 7. That’s the place I’m staying. If you really care, meet me there. It’s about two miles form here.” Just relaying the information made her want to be sick. She was making a stupid decision. She was being a fool. “Ask for Dragon when the man answers the door. He’ll take you to me. Dragon was the name that she went by when dealing with other people like her. The man that was living there, housing her, knew that. She never told anyone her real name, actually. Even the man living there hadn’t been told her name. It was better that way, easier to keep herself safe.
“If you’re so worried I’ll be there. If not, stay the hell away from me.” She hissed before walking up. She kept her head held high as she walked, despite the face that her hand and most of the side of her blue shirt was soaked in her dark blood. Grace never let herself lower her head. She was in control, she knew what she was doing. All the time… She hoped.
Refusing to go down
You're not the only one
So get up ⋙ Let's start a Яɪȯт ⋘
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Posted: Thu Sep 04, 2014 5:49 pm
『Delsin Aaron Snow』
“Ίϲε мąи” Oh where do we begin?
The rubble or our sins?xxxxxxxxxxx
And the walls kept tumbling downx In the city that we lovexxxxxxxxI told you to walk away. The voice in the back of Delsin's head whispered at him when the female denied his help outright. He was about to give up and let it go, if she wanted to have her pride than let her have it. It wasn't any of his concern anyway, he didn't get mixed up with people. That wasn't what he did, not anymore at least. So he would let the redhead go and if she died because of her own stupidity that it was her own fault, not his. But then she stopped and spoke up again, finally swallowing her own pride and asking for his help.
He nodded at her words, already figuring out what he to grab her for her wound. Though again he struggled with himself over the matter, he didn't do this. He didn't get mixed up with other people like this, he didn't go to other people's houses and help them when they needed it. If he had to be around someone or others, it was for a limited amount of time and he never saw them again. Even if she was one of his kind and very unlikely to turn him in, there was a large list of things that could still go wrong if he did this. Just like how dangerous it was to put herself out there, to give him enough trust in telling him where she lived. Which just happened to be on the opposite side of town from his own tiny apartment. So again why was he doing this for this female who not only tried to pick a fight with him but kiss him for no apparent reason at all? Was he finally at his limit, after all these years, did he want to get himself into trouble again?
Delsin sighed, watching as she walked off, her head held high as she tried to hold whatever pride she had left with her. He shook his head, it was so stupid. The way she held her pride so close to her. Pride was going to get her killed sooner or later. His icy gaze fell on the groceries that she had also left behind and he sighed again. "What am I getting myself into?" he muttered, grabbing the bags before he walked back into the store and walked to the medical aisle. He kept to himself in the store, aware of the glances he sometimes got from his long sleeved shirts, but he tried not to let them get to him. It wasn't as if he was being hunted down at this very moment anyway, he was still in the clear for now. Finally, he got the bandages and other medical supplies and then of course he grabbed something for himself too, since he was going to miss out on eating a whole meal he would at least grab something he could eat as a snack and then he left the store.
He stood outside for a minute, glancing back towards his apartment, he could still walk away from this. It wasn't too late. Just take the stuff for himself. But.... blue eyes stared down the street that the female had disappeared at. A sigh of frustration left him and he walked down towards 520 East Avenue. "You're never going to learn are you Delsin? Nope. Not at this rate." he mumbled to himself.
It didn't take him that long to get to the apartment building, sticking to the shade just like he always did. The heat making him feel a bit dizzy as the sun rose higher in the sky. The whole time he argued back and forth with himself, knowing it was a bad idea to be there. But yet there he was, being stupid like always. It didn't even matter, maybe he could just drop this stuff off and then leave and never see the redhead again and that would be that. The end. He could get on with his isolated life and things would be back to normal, the way were suppose to be. He reminded himself of that while he knocked on the door, a man opening it just like the female had said. He hesitated to for a second, trying to remember what she had told. "Oh, um, I'm here to see Dragon." he told him and with one last glance behind his shoulder he followed the man inside. Dragon, yeah right. The only thing dragon about her is the ash and smoke, otherwise they should call her Hothead.But if you closed your eyesxxx
Does it almost feel likexxxxxxxxx
nothing changed at all?xxxxxxxxxxx How am I going to be an optimist about this?
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