I just thought I would come into the thread telling Trigger that I liked his signature and stare at it for about three minutes before moving on every time I see it.
It was safe to say that Uriel wasn't please with the results of her meeting with Gabriel. She and Michael had always had a bit of a . . . strained relationship, and although they often counseled each other, there was no semblance of companionship between the two of them. They had left, and now Ariel was gone . . . Perhaps forever. Uriel had left Hay Sun in emotional and physical shambles, but at least had the courtesy of making it back to the hotel room before letting go. Hay Sun had never been more exhausted in her life, or emotionally drained. Well . . . Well. Without bothering with anything else, she refused to be bothered, and then went to sleep.
Doubting Thomas; Nickel Creek
Congratulations, I guess . . . ? I kind of feel for the other thousand babies that were born that day because suddenly, their births and future birthdays will be less relevant to the world. Forever in the shadow of the Royal Gremlin.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahahahhahaha hello kitty im dead
Demons; Imagine Dragons
Why is this thread still around. Haven't I been punished enough. ; n ;
DIVINITY; The ability to possess god-like powers. Ahh, Level 0. That kind of sucks.
W E A R I N G ✖ W R I T I N G ✖ M U S I C MOOD ※ SERIOUS ✖ DAY 17 ※ 3/5 ✖ DATE ※ 10/08/2013 ✖ LOCATION ※ COURTYARD • LONDON, ENGLAND [/url]Although it hadn't taken very long at all, that was still too long for Hay Sun in her . . . odd state of Uriel-being. Xathanael had followed her, but it was of little consequence, as she was probably asking their wretched Father for forgiveness to be bestowed upon her. She did not need his forgiveness — especially since he had a say so in her being cast out of Paradise. As expected, two figures appeared and she recognized one immediately as Gabriel. She had once had a fondness for Gabriel, and they had been great companions at one time, but during the conflict of when she was cast, they had become bitter acquaintances, their friendship once lost. Beside her . . . His wings are gone, Uriel! Of course they were gone — Judgment waited for no one, did it not? A surge of anger circulated through her body and she wanted nothing more than to see Gabriel's head roll. Were it not for Xathanael praying obnoxiously hard, she might have, too. To have turned Ariel into something less than the obnoxiously beautiful being that he was . . . He didn't deserve it. He was not her. ❝Uriel, It's unfortunate we have to meet under such a circumstance, but there is nothing you can do for him. Ariel's sentence is already beginning.❞ Her pale eyes roamed over Ariel's destroyed body, and eventually trailed to his lips as he lifted his head. A silencing spell . . . She remembered the cruel experience well, herself. ❝Gabriel,❞ she began, ❝As you must well know, I am the last person to spare pity, but this is far ridiculous — even for the Counsel. I know full-well the rules of fraternizing with the Fallen; I even helped write the rules. However, I, here and now, ask that you spare Ariel of Judgment. He is fit to be nothing but a member of Heaven. Father would be displeased with this treatment, as he usually is.❞ Of course, it wasn't like he was around to be displeased. This gave all of them what Hay Sun constantly referred to as daddy issues, which she didn't quiet understand. She glanced at the necklace and almost smiled; he would fight tooth and nail to keep that around his neck, wouldn't he? Fool. ❝You would know how much it meant to me, Gabriel, if you spared this ridiculous boy.❞ she said more calmly, ❝And if the moment should ever arise . . . I would smite him myself for his blasphemous actions against the board.❞ She was being genuine, and Gabriel should know that. It was a troublesome situation, especially as the Fallen Archangel she was, but Gabriel had always been one of Father's favorites ( It wasn't as if she had much of an issue with that ), and if anyone could pull off the sparing of Judgment, it was she. She made her way over to Gabriel's side, trying not to make eye-contact with Ariel, and then leaned into the other to whisper, ❝Please, Gabriel.❞ A sudden feeling of weakness swept through her, and she knew she couldn't pull out much longer in this body, but she forced herself to wait for her brethren's reply.
⎝ DAY 2┊1/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊MARCH 15TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊WHITTLEROSE ⎞⎝ MOOD┊ANNOYED ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊0% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊ — ⎞ Bryan stood aside, watching everyone get off the train. Why did so many of them come? He seriously minded it because he would have to watch over them like he was their babysitter or something. Ahhh, can I just tie them to a post that might be struck by lightning? He looked over to see a girl with Erik that he didn't really recognize by name. He frowned, but more glowered internally. He probably shouldn't care anymore, but still. Regardless of who she was, he probably already didn't or wouldn't like her. "Alright, we need to get moving. If we're going to get to Bentley, than we need to head to the ferry." Erik looked at both him and Julius, who stood next to him. Okay, so who died and put you in charge? he thought to himself, Of course, I could always kill you and then Julius could be in charge. Bryan wasn't exactly an 'alpha type' personality, but he could pull through on this stuff when he needed to, or wanted to. Their first plan had been to investigate Whittlerose and see what they could find out about Bentley before actually going there. Not to mention, it would take a ferry ride to get to Bentley, and he didn't know if he was ready for that again. He had some doubts that it would stay floating this time, and that they would be picked up by the same overly-cheerful couple. The thought of slitting their throats and taking the boat to Bentley themselves was a pleasing one, but they had to know where it was, so he cancelled it. "For insurance purposes, we decided the best shot would be staying here, tonight." Bryan told the group, leaving no room for debate, "Erik's right, though. Let's get moving." He waited for all of the others to grab their things, and then began leading them away from the platform. They followed a path that was surrounded by trees for a little while while the group passed the time by chatting among themselves. He couldn't tell if all of them were uneasy as he was, because this wasn't a vacation, and for anyone who thought it was, they were better left behind or dead. Useless people were not wanted, and he could easily pick out the ones who would be on the death list. Eventually, the path broke out into an open area that was dotted with buildings here and there and . . . Snazzy. This place was nice, he had to admit. A notch below the freaky-ass Bentley, but it had a style all its own. There weren't many people out, which was strange, but not unexpected. The architecture reminded him a bit of the Edwardian Era, maybe a little sleeker and modern. Some of the residents that were around watched them with cautious eyes as they kept to the side and continued to walk. Bryan narrowed his own eyes at any who looked, and they remained unbothered until they stumbled upon an inn surrounded by well-tended green grass and flowers that trailed up the steps to the main entrance. The closer they got, the sweeter the smell of the atmosphere was, and he recalled how sickingly sweet that shop in Bentley had smelled. Here, it wasn't as intense, but just enough to irritate. The lobby was rather grandishly designed despite the relatively humble exterior, and Bryan thought that he didn't like this place that much, but bloodthirsty beggars couldn't be choosers. With Julius in tow, he walked up to the desk of the receptionist, who received them with a lot of caution. "How may I help you?" she asked slowly, but then formed a smile. "We'd like some rooms for the night." "Ah, are you all on a field trip?" she replied. He blinked at the question, and almost laughed. ". . . Something like that." She explained to them the rooming to him ( though she mostly looked like she was talking to Julius, which annoyed him and made him want to cut out her tongue ), and it seemed like there were four to a room. That was fine. He immediately decided that he would room with Julius either way, and Erik and Maria, if they both wanted. There were nineteen of them, so that was four groups of four and one of three, which worked out. "Alright, make room buddies among yourselves." he started, "I don't care who, just get on with it." He then turned to Julius, "I was thinking me, you, Erik, and Maria." He snagged the room keys from the clerk and then passed them out to everyone. "Go settle in."
3 / 4 / 5 ♥ T R O U B L E D • M I N D Sophie had found Lucas sometime after the train came to a stop and he helped her dress into something else after he once again dressed her wounds with bitter hands. His mood, since her wretched parents had come home had been extremely low, and he had not tolerated anyone. He had spoken out against them several times when SOPHIE wasn't around, but they were immature adults who didn't deserve the title of parents. There was little for him to freely say on the subject . . .But what he could say was that he wanted the both of them dead. Unfortunately, anything like that would have to wait until after the trial, as they were still useful to both he and SOPHIE.The two of them had quickly returned to their cabin and woke up FREDDIE. After that, Lucas grabbed their belongings and led her off the train, quickly observing the area.It might have been a bad idea for the two of them to come to Whittlerose with their trial so close, but he had seen it coming. When the toxicology report had come in, he had to admit that he was shocked. Just what was Cupid's Brew? It scared even him . . . He had purchased a vial of it, but considering what had happened around Christmas, was extremely hesitant to use it.He moved farther away and out of the train, and let SOPHIE sit down while he stood next to her. They waited for the others. Soon, QUENTIN had also come off the train, and he glanced down at her to gauge her reaction. She seemed relatively indifferent, how odd. Briefly, he wondered where FATIME was. He didn't know if she had come or not.
1 ♥ ⎝ DAY 2┊1/4 ⎞ ❧ ⎝ DATE┊MARCH 15TH ⎞ ❧ ⎝ LOCATION┊TRAIN > PLATFORM ⎞⎝ MOOD┊THOUGHTFUL ⎞ ❧ ⎝ ❤??┊0% ⎞ ❧ ⎝ WEARING ⎞ ❧ ⎝ OOC┊ — ⎞ Some time later, after Bryan had finished off two cigarettes, he had gone back to the cabin to wake up Julius and Maria. Erik hadn't stayed with them last night, which was fine, he guessed. They would be arriving in Whittlerose soon, and they would have to have their wits about them. He didn't expect any good to come of this trip from a group-wide-benefit point of view. Earlier, the shy one, Pierce, had stumbled in on him smoking, but then quickly left. He wondered what that was about, but didn't care enough to pursue the interest. After changing into a fresh set of clothes, Bryan gathered all of his stuff and made sure Julius and even Maria were up and on their feet. Eventually, the train came to a stop and he hopped off it with a little gusto. The air felt nice, and he realized that he might actually be in a good mood. As others came off the train, he went through plans in his head. "We're probably staying in Whittlerose for the night," he mentioned to no one in particular. He wondered if people knew they were coming; if it was Bentley, he wouldn't be surprised. The thought of someone from Bentley recieving them almost excited him, as he could draw out a few drops of blood earlier than he'd hoped. Killing wouldn't make him feel better, probably, and he kind of figured that if he crossed that threshold, he might not make it back clear. Hopefully, if he went off the deep end, Julius would be there for him. In the meantime, I might as well have some fun.
⎛ DAY 2 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ MARCH 15TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ TRAIN • CABIN ⎠⎛ MOOD ‖ SIGH/ANNOYED ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 0.1% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ❝ＷＡＳ ＩＴ ＳＯＭＥＴＨＩＮＧ ＬＩＫＥ ＦＡＴＥ？❞ ♡ ~ ✖ ~ ♡At first, it seemed like Oliver was going to the press the subject. She fainted. It made sense, considering she hadn't been sleeping well, and her body had been under immense stress for the last few weeks. It wasn't the first faint, so no surprise. Still, for it to happen in front of him . . . Annoying. ❝Thank you, in that case.❞ Oliver seemed to think about what she said about Pierce. It was annoying that she didn't know what he actually thought about her, or if he even liked her, which would have been terrible for Pierce if he didn't, but fortunate for Sophie. Or maybe he was just messing around with her for some reason, for any kind of gratification. Pierce, Sophie had to admit, was easy to take advantage of. ❝You should fix it with her, don't you think?❞ She let out a little laugh, and pulled out her phone and then waved it at him. ❝I'm going to, but . . . You're involved, too. Do you want her to hate you?❞ Sophie wouldn't mind that, it would make things easier for her, but . . . With Pierce involved, she would feel bad about her hated Oliver. She knew that if she told it, she might spin in in a direction for her. Sophie reached into her blouse and rubbed at her shoulder, and then winced, ready to gasp in pain. Quickly, she ran her hands down her skirt and down her legs and then back up, breathing deeply to let the pain that had suddenly come pass. After rolling her shoulders slowly she crossed her legs again and glanced at him, ❝Do you like Pierce, Oliver?❞
omg burn in hell Also, I'm somehow reminded of this; [DOUBLEPOST=1374624804][/DOUBLEPOST] I'M SORRY, ID DIN'T MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN SOBNSSNDFKLSJFA SODBFD **** SOBz
why are you doing this i didnt ask for this stop
SO NATE, IS THIS WHAT IT'S COME TO? LOOK WHAT YOU'VE MADE ME DO. when will the madness end
DO I HAVE TO MAKE 200000 THREADS, TOO? IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED, NATE? I HOPE YOU'RE HAPPY.
Establish romantic relationships.
I don't think any of this would have happened if they just go laid. Master Xehanort most of all.
DO I POST ENOUGH NOW, NATE? YOU DID THIS.
