Originally posted by Undying
Why did he do it? Why did he stab the man and the other got in the way? Why! Trey was sobbing, as he was doing 50 in a 30 mile zone. He was crying, knowing he'll spent the rest of his days in jail. As he was not paying attention to the road. A truck honked it's horn and Trey wide eyed. And then BANG! The truck hit the car, Trey now lost consciousness. The car flipped over 8 times in the air and landed on the floor. Fire coming out of the gas pipe. As he saw nothing but blur, he was regaining consciousness. As he was trying to get the seat belt off. The car exploded. Trey then saw flashbacks of everything that happened and what was going to happen. He was a lonely man in the future, no wife. Nobody. As the car egnited in the air. Trey's body fell back. Two lifes were gone. The life of a kid in school and the pitiful life of a loser. Trey Cruise. ( More drama.. )
((That's really exaggeratedly dramatic don't you think? Pardon me if I sound rude but that was kind of a stupid thing to do. But owell, it's your post. Just a RPG. Have fun filling in that. ))
((Geez. I'm away for ONE day, and everything goes apesh*t. 😉 I expected drama, but I didn't expect it to explode all over the place. ^_^;; Guess I'll just jump right in.))
Ashley walked out into the hallway, quietly surveying the scene before him. There was blood on the carpet, and one of the lockers looked pretty banged up. He glanced at Robert for a moment, and then back at the dark stain on the floor. He looked slightly perturbed. "What the hell happened here?"
((Well sorry about the long posts. I can't help it. It's out of habit. I can't type small posts like a bunch of you, it irks the hell out of me, so I always include detail. I'm not trying to offend anyone, your posts are fine, it's just that I can't type small stuff. It just always happens. My shortes I typed was 2 or 3 paragraphs. I don't think mine needs to be read by everyone though. You don't have to. Seriously. God It seems like I sound mean. O_O I'm in regular tone. Just skim over it in case I include your character of something. Otherwise you don't have to read it. ^_^))
krysta remained still s the investigator finished the interagaton. a bead of sweat had formed oon her brow, despite the icy chill of the cold room, or maybe just her nerves. her hands placed in her lap, fondoling each other.finally the man stood. she escorted her to a bathroom to wash comepletely and change back into her own skirt and a fresh, new top. the girl,looking fearful and younger then ever stepped out and hid behind the young man. he offered her a ride home, which she accepted quietly. they walked to the entrance of the hospital where another official awaited. his eyes directed on krysta.
((ooc: not to sound rude eather, but detail is good. Really gets old very fast to read hundreds of posts saying nothing in particular other then spoken word. only saying spoken words is good for a tabletop Rp, or for LARP = life action role play but I myself try to include asmuch detail as I can in my usual posts. Although I hold back slightly asto not bore everyone. I hope noone is offended, everyone has his or her way of playing, and if you post to me, I will ofcourse try to react in a suit manner))
Her hand sliding into his own was enough for him to know that there was something inside her, even if it wasn't love for him yet she didn't want to leave him to whatever shore the fates had destined for him. And what was love anyways, in the end it was one word to discribe a feeling so complex that no mortal would ever fully learn to fully vocalise it. Love ... a thing wich took and gave at the same time. made someone as weak as a small babe, and at the same time stronger then any god wich had ever lived
he squeezed her hand gently before his hand slid to the side of the bed to his backpack. Lifting the black 'eastpack' backpack slowly onto the bed he moaned out the pain for just a moment. They had told him that if he had someone to take care of him during the night, to give him his meds and painkillers that he would be allowed to go home. He wasn't about to tell Reality about this, yet the thought did cross his mind for a second. To act as a couple would, as two lovers would ... to ask her to watch over him during the night. Yet he didn't want to do that, didn't want to be so dependant upon someone. He opened himself up, was about to open himself upto her in a way noone has made him open up in over 2 years
~I catch a brief reflection of what I could and might have been~
the lyrics of the song Passive by A perfect circle crossed his mind for just a moment as he moved over a bit to allow the bag to lay there. moving his hand into it slowly after having unzipped it he pulled out a small metalic box, about as big as a sigare box, holding a cross on the top. Slowly opening it with his tumb he hesitated though, leaving it closed and setting it next to him, smiling gently ... that rare smile of his wich she had made him use so often already
a gentle smile, curling upon the sides of his lips, making his face lighten up, his eyes wich were dark blue, turning to lighter blue, shimmering with an inner fire
"for ... you. Open it please."
he bit his bottom lip gently, within the box were two pieces of a hard, put togetter, with two small keys wich would have to be turned to unlock them and seperate them. One heart ... seperated in two bodies, as love was, one soul inhabiting two bodies (yes I am utterly passionate about love, so Reven is aswell *grins slightly*)
two keys, the one the girl held unlocking the guys half of the heart, and visa versa. Holding the key to eachothers heart. Two silver necklaces in it aswell, to hang the pieces of the heart from.
The next thing he pulled from his backpack was a small book, holding his poems, placing it next to the box, he stopped chewing up his lip, if indeed he had been doing such in the first place. He stopped biting it anyways. his hand still fiddling though his bag, pulling out a keyring wich held several wristbands from several institute wings and several hospitals. All the ones he had been in, the one he now wore around his left wrist would be added to it soon. Then there was a hankerchief with a bloodstain on it, folded up neatly. Blood from a girl he would never forget, yet didn't love anymore
a black longsleaves shirt, several schoolbooks, a pen. All those things, then another small black and silver box, regtangular in shape with rounded corners, a cross on the top in red stone. he put it on his abdomens, he would reveal its contense lateron, sitting up slightly he stared into Realities eyes, his right hand lifting once more, this time without pain he gently stroked along her neck, to her cheek. He would never hurt this girl, fowed there and then that he would love her as love was intended to be experienced, utterly giving ... for if both people gave eathother their everything, lived only for the others happyness true feeling could be found, true happyness could be discovered
A perfect harmony, living only to see the other person smile, doing everything for that persons happyness. he closed his eyes still holding her cheek cupped, so soft, so gentle. Fragile as a porselin doll ... dead claim him, he vowed there and then, if he ever did break that fragile heart of hers, for in each touch upon her skin he feld it. If he got a chance to hold her heart, it would only be one and if wished nothing but dead if he ever did break it
Originally posted by inthesilence
((Geez. I'm away for ONE day, and everything goes apesh*t. 😉 I expected drama, but I didn't expect it to explode all over the place. ^_^;; Guess I'll just jump right in.))Ashley walked out into the hallway, quietly surveying the scene before him. There was blood on the carpet, and one of the lockers looked pretty banged up. He glanced at Robert for a moment, and then back at the dark stain on the floor. He looked slightly perturbed. "What the hell happened here?"
Robert shook his head. "I'm not sure. Jana?"
Jana gulped. "I, uh, um."