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Post by Icy on Dec 26, 2010 21:36:34 GMT -5
`EMMA JANSEN!
`CANT SWIM SO I TOOK A BOAT, TO AN ISLAND SO REMOTE!
[/b][/color] Emma Belle Jansen NICKNAMES Emma, Ems, Belgie AGE Sixteen GENDER Female ETHNICITY Belgian GRADE Eleventh SPECIAL ABILITY(s)gun manipulation. [/u] alright, so, if you know who mami tomoe is, this is pretty easy to tell. don't know her- okay, i can work with this. basically, emma can create guns out of the void, but they are mostly bayonets and rifles, nothing more complex than that. another downside to this is that, after they have their capacity emptied, they disappear. its more of a one-shot-and-hope-it-hits rather than the reloading and more chances. a plus to this, though, is that she can do this for a little while, and the maximum amount that she has done in one setting was twenty bayonets- but, she tries to have less. aim.[/u] more of a sub-ability/skill that she obtained from the main power, she has pretty swell aiming skills. however, she can really only use this for long-distance. up close, point blank- all she has to rely on is luck, basically.[/blockquote] HOW DID THEY FIGURE OUT?
[/ul] `BEAUTY IN THE WATER, ANGEL ON THE BEACH! [/b][/color] at least eight. CHARACTER NAME DISLIKES same as likes. FEARS two fears QUIRKS two OVERALL PERSONALITY[/b] 430+ words. [/ul] `MY LIFE IS A HOLIDAY, MAKING UP FOR THE YEARS I'VE PAYED! [/font] `IF I KNEW IT COULD COME TRUE, I WOULD'VE WISHED IN '92! [/b][/color] the one and only BELGIE. NICKNAMES (beau is ok) WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? i have AIM and skype. and tumblr. WHERE DID YOU FIND US? i used to be a member here jfc what do you want from me. [/ul] ----------------------------------- [/b][/color][/url] OF CAUTION TO THE WIND USING LYRICS FROM THE ALL AMERICAN REJECTS SONG DAMN GIRL FEEL FREE TO CHANGE ANYTHING THAT YOU NEED TO CHANGE, BUT PLEASE DO NOT REMOVE THIS CREDIT OR I WILL HAVE TO SEND MY KILLER LEMMINGS AFTER YOU. PLEASE AND THANKYOU![/blockquote] [/ul] [/size] |
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Post by Icy on Dec 29, 2010 16:40:04 GMT -5
n a m e u [/size][/center] IMAGEEE! t h e . b a s i c s[/b][/color] blargh » clan: something » age: rar » gender: lawl » rank: ranku » status: staqtuss » mentor/apprentice: lool » description: a few words to describe cattu[/ul] t h e . e x t e n d e d[/b][/color] 200 words, at least. » personality: 200 words, at least. » background: 300 words, at least.[/ul] i m m e d i a t e . k i n[/b][/color] herp » sons: da » daughters: derp[/ul] e x t e n d e d . k i n[/b][/color] person » mother: otl » brothers: kekeke » sisters: haha[/ul] t h e . e x a m p l e[/font] |
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Post by Icy on Jun 3, 2011 20:39:03 GMT -5
To be free, to have independence, is that really what every nation wants? There are still several countries out there under another's control, but for what? Just trading? Just for gaining land? To be honest, Iceland had no real idea. He never wanted to gain territory, he never wanted to expand to other places around the world. The Northern nation was nothing like his brother, Norway, or his previous... the word was like poison on his tongue, leader... Denmark. He did not set his sights on other places, he did not want to take into custody someone who might hate him in the long run. No, he didn't want to go through that at any cost. That's why he chose to protect her. He didn't need to take control, he wanted to, and she accepted it without much thought. She knew that she was going to get her independence soon enough, though to her, she had no idea when it was going to happen. She wanted it soon, though with the world at.. somewhat peace, she might have to wait longer than he had to. His independence. That day could have gone much worse than it had, though he finally got it. June seventeenth, 1944. He could still remember the look on Denmark's face, which cast an equal amount of rage and horror. Why the horror? It was at the climax of World War Two, and the previous 'King of the North' was loosing his overseas colonies. He lost Norway and Iceland, and soon enough, Sweden and Finland were gone as well. The only other one that couldn't leave was her. The only female Nordic, Denmark's younger, blood-related sister. Greenland. Just the thought of her made him clench his fists. How could she still be under that idiot's control, all these years? Sure, she might have gotten her home-rule from the Dane, but after almost thirty -- forty? -- years, she still wasn't completely free. He knew that her brother would give eventually, yet now, he still had a hard grip on her. That hard grip, Iceland knew he would break it. " Iceland?" A voice echoed in his ears, causing the seventeen year old appearing nation to turn around. " Oh, Norway." he muttered in a monotone type of voice, not even bothering to look up toward his brother. However, he couldn't help but look up as a small box, wrapped in light blue paper, was placed beside him. Confusion flickered in the island nation's eyes for a brief moment, though he remembered soon enough. Right... birthday." Thanks Norway," He attempted at placing a grin on his lips, but the other nation was already heading out of the room, pretty much seeming to not really care one way or another. His eyes lingered upon the gift for no more than a few seconds before another voice entered his thoughts. This time, it was a voice from long ago, one he remembered too well. "Iceland, don't worry about me. You're free now, and that's what makes me happy." Her smile, that's what caught his attention. All over her body were scratches and scars, and even a small trickle of blood ran from one of those scratches. But it was her smile that he caught first.
"But... you're injured." he tried to protest, though all she did was turn away. "Who cares?" a small laugh echoed around him, though he could only express concern to the female nation. "I do-"
He didn't get to finish his thought, for her quiet voice vibrated in his ears. "Happy birthday Iceland."As the flashback vanished from his mind, he just couldn't help but look around. No snow, no freezing temperatures, and no blood either. He sighed of relief, figuring it was just a figure of his imagination, nothing more. Nothing bad was going to happen, he he... " Iceland!" The male nation was jolted directly from his thoughts, soon taken off his guard as arms wrapped around him. Wait, he knew this type of hug; this was definitely the female Danish country. " Greenland..?" " Yup!~ Happy birthday Icey~" She stated, ever so cheerful and uplifting. Though she did one thing that surprised him; she planted a small kiss on his cheek, causing him to start turning beet red. " L-lyra..." He muttered, barely loud enough to hear his own voice. " What~?" All she did was smile, just ever so plainly, though he knew something was up. He didn't bother to ask, for something else caught his attention. " Iceland, happy birthday." And in a much more low tone, she added, " My love." No boundaries
A Greenland / Iceland ficlet
Summer. That one word that she dreaded so very much. The Northern nation just wished that, for just one year, she could just be free of that deathly season. The ice that made up eighty-five percent of her nation would just melt, though most of it would refreeze in due time. Though right now, she couldn't wait.
The earth was heating up at a much, much faster rate, and soon enough, global warming was going to just kill her. Kill her, and not leave even a bone left for anyone to find. It wouldn't be a war that she would be killed in: she had Denmark for that part. He would be the one who'd die in battle, for her at that.
That's what brothers are for. To use as your puppets in a battle.
Though she couldn't help but remember the second world war, where absolutely everything went amiss.
The coldness of the north sent chills down each of the American soldier's' spines, their cold gazes resting upon each citizen of the northern nation. In the center of the small capital of Nuuk, there was much panic. How could Denmark be overcome by the Nazis already? Was she next? As of now, she had complete hope that she was going to make it through this. If Germany even came as close as Iceland, she was going to kick his ass.
She knew it. And she will do it.
Her crimson gaze burned directly into the other man's, another nation's at that. "America, you have to get the hell out of here. No use letting your men die up in the north." She was absolutely serious at this; these men weren't able to withstand the brutal winter that was sure to come.
"After this war is over, you're mine. I'm not leaving."
She could still remember those words from the American, a bell not giving in to stopping ringing. Those eyes... they scared her then. Even after that, when Denmark refused to sell her to him after WWII, he still had interest into her. She just had to get away from him. Had to get away. Hadtogetaway --
"Greenland?"
Her first instinct was to just run. If it was the bastard America or idiot Denmark she would have just ran. Her thoughts were so scattered right now, she could barely even think. All she had to do was just run across the ice, and hopefully go find Canada. He would accept her.. right?
"Lyra? Lyrika? Greeny?" Wait, only one other person called her that. Greeny, she meant. Immediately, she turned, her eyes burning right into the eyes of Iceland.
How long had he been standing there? Since the sun came up? Since she went into a small stupor? How embarrassing! The northern nation's cheeks went red, feeling suddenly on the spot. What was she supposed to do anyways?
"...I-iceland..?" Almost as sudden as the voice came, she felt a hand rest on her shoulder, causing her to turn around to face the other nation.
When violet eyes burned into crimson, she knew that there was something that her brother wanted. Well... technically, they were siblings, though blood related, not at all. More distant than anything.
So why was she feeling like this...?
"Yes Greenland.. Yes it's me. Don't worry, I won't abandon you anymore."
She could see him smile, though that did not stop the tears beginning to bead up in the corners of her eyes. "I can't make you stay, you know that." Why was she so... vulnerable? She never acted this way around anyone else. Was Ice just... special? To her? She needed someone to cling to, though she could only do that to one person.
And that was him.
Before she knew it, she had her arms wrapped around the other Nordic nation, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I can't make you stay. I can't do that to you. You have your own nation, your own worries. I can't place mine on yours.."
For a moment, he didn't respond. She had a feeling that this was most likely going to be the last time that she would see him for a while. And if she died due to summer....
...Who would miss her? She didn't think anyone would. No, who would care about some frozen wasteland dying off? No one. At all.
"Who said anything about placing your problems on me?" His voice jolted her, causing her to stop in her sniffling. "I can't leave you Greenland. You know that. If you ended up dying off, who's going to be the one clinging to me all the time?" Humor sunk in with his words, and for the first time in a while, she felt herself smile with him.
Yes... Someone would end up loosing me.
And this goes the same way with him. I can't loose him.
I would never have anyone else to be with. Iceland is mine. And no one can have my angel.
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Isolated Hearts
[/font] a side story of the HEARTS series, by kousagi7yami of fanfiction . net
iceland ||| greenland
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Has the simple expression of "wearing a heart on your sleeve" ever honestly meant anything to you? In this world, however, that simple saying goes an extremely long way, right up to the fact that every person has their own heart on their chest. To be perfectly honest, it would be strange to not have one of these strange objects shown, as it always breaks apart in due time, and with this case, if two people have theirs cracked in the same exact way, they are destined to be forever together, and never apart. Except, well.
There's always the side effects of the breaking of the heart.
Most of those that have theirs broken go through some sort of weird, and particularly, random emotion. For some, it happens to be denial. Others, misery, sickness, overjoyed, sympathetic, you name it. What's mostly common is that the expression will be the opposite of their true personality, while the most rare ones seem to have them match their attitudes perfectly, almost as though they don't have a broken heart.
And this is their story of isolation.
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the story was made by ICY.
the series of hearts belongs to KOUSAGI7YAMI of Fanfiction.net.
the pairing was created by ICY and MALLORY.
the greenland oc was created by ICY.
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Post by Icy on Jun 5, 2011 19:17:48 GMT -5
Religions notes
Judaism
Basis of belief;
-> the Bible (old testament) /torah
-> the ten commadments
-> first monotheistic religion in the world -- they only worship (believe) in one god.
Holy sites/cities
-> western wall or wailing wall, in Jerusalem, Isreal: part of the wall that is left from the Temple Mount -- the first synagouge of Judaism
Holy book/teachings
-> the bible
-> the torah: first five books of the bible, but hand-written on scrolls
Holy days/traditions
-> rosh hashanah, jewish new year
-> yom kippur, day of atonement, asking for forgiveness and prayer
-> passover, the time period msrking the freedom/exit of the Iraelites, jewish slaves, from egypt, eight days
-> chanukah, least important holiday, in december, eight nights
-> bar/bat mitzvah, coming of age ceremony, 13/12 yr olds reas from the Torah during morning Sabbath prayers. Usually followed by large party/celebration
Day(s) of worship
-> shabbat (sabbath), sundown friday night to sundown sautrday night
Sections (divisions, groups)
-> orthodox
-> hasidic
-> conservative
-> reform
Islam
Basis of belief
-> definition: to surrender or submit in peace to god
-> followers: muslim
-> word for god: allah
-> prophet: mohammed
Five pillars
-> worship: only allah, mohammed is a prophet - messanger from god
-> prayer: must pray five times per day, sunrise noon dusk sunset night, facing mecca
-> charity: rich give to poor, all give to allah
-> ramadan: fast during daylight hours fot one month (ninth on islamic calender)
-> hajj: males should make a pilgrimage to mecca at least once in their lifetime
Holy sites/places
-> mecca: the birth place of mohammed, destination of pilgrimage, to mark mohammed travel to Saudi Arabia
-> medina: where mohammed lived his young adult life (SaudiArabia).
-> dome of the rock: believed by muslims to be where mohammed ascended to heaven
-> al-aqsa mosque: mosque near the dome of the rock (jerusalem)
-> kaaba: in Mecca, location of first mosque, stone inside said to be piece of altar that abraham was going to sacrifice his son on
Holy book/teachings
-> the koran or qur'an: the teachings of mohammed, his communications with allah, modt holy book, may not be translated from Arabic
Holy days/traditions
-> ramadan: month long period of fasting in the fall, muslims do not eat anything during daylight hours
-> purpose: teadh discipline/sacrifice
Day of worship
-> friday
Sections
-> **the division into the two sections is not agreed upon
-> shi'ites believe that the only true descendent leaders of Islam are family members of mohammed. They do not recognize the first three caliphs(leaders) aftr mohsmmed's death, because they believe that since they were not family members of mohammed, they were inferior. They acknowledge the first caliph because he was a family member of mohammed's.
-> sunni believe that mohammed chose a successor, who was not a family member.
Christianity
Basis of belief
-> moonthestic - worship only God
-> we are created pure and good but born into sin
-> god sent jesus, his son, to save people from their sins
-> belief in heaven/hell, an afterlife
-> ten commandments, especially the golden rule, treat others as you treat yourself
Holy sites/places
-> church of the holy sepulchre, built when jesus' tomb is believed to have been and holds a boulder/stone where jesus was washed after being crucified, Jerusalem, Israel.
-> vatican city, important to the romsn catholics, has a political voice for the world.
Holy book/teachings
-> the bible, the old testament, before jesus christ
-> the new testsment, jesus christ's teachings
Holy days/traditions
-> christmas, birth of jesus christ
-> easter, marks the day of resurrection of jesus christ
-> celebration of the last supper, mass/services/sacrament
Day of worship
-> sunday
Sections ( divisions, groups )
-> catholics, methodist, bantist, lutheran, LDS/mormon, greek orthodox, eastern orthodox, etc
-> non-denominational, refers to those churches that have not formally aligned themselves with an established denomination.
1) OPEC, organization of petroleum exporting countries
2) monotheism, belief in one god
3) hajj, religious journey to mecca
4) shah, title of kings who rule iran
5) diaspora, scattered jewish settlements.
egypt - israel - jordan - saudi arabia - iraq - turkey - lebeanon - syria - iran - afganistan - iraq - baghdad, iraq - kabul, afganistan - egypt president - persian gulf
Fanfics
in this world you tried
not leaving me alone behind
there's no other way
i'll pray to the gods, let him stay
100 Themes Challenge
11. Memory
Ever since the whole memory-loss thing happened a year ago, Cecilia realized that there was more to just being there, going to the local school, and swimming out in the local park's pool. There was so much more than that, and she couldn't help but try to remember all of the happenings going on in the year of 2011. There were quite a few random bursts of some sort of memory, most of them having to do with Francis and Arthur, as well as Peter and the rest of the siblings.
Things were... nice, to say the least.
She still didn't see why everyone that was involved with the drug testing from the year back had to come back to the same conference room, and why they had to take another one, since the last didn't work out that well. What if these ones made her memories go away again? Then what was she supposed to do? When one of the doctors came up toward her, she only turned away, a stubborn expression coming across her features.
"Not gonna take it." she stated clearly, shifting her position every second or so. She just refused to take it, just because some adult wants her to. She hasn't been having any sort of problem either, so what was the point?
As the doctor kept trying to insist on her taking it, she completely turned her back to him and watched the rest of the occupants of the room. She rested her eyes upon a small cluster of people, specifically the one called Yong Soo, though turned away after a few seconds. What are you doing? He's just a friend.. A low grumble came from her lips, though, there was a sudden blankness, followed by the last memory of the year.
It was cold out in the snow, and the almost-freezing temperatures were starting to get to the islander. She wasn't used to the blizzards that America had, as she was not born there. No, she was born in Seychelles, one of those island nations that no one seems to know about unless pointed out.
wip
I close my eyes,
and i can see.
the day we met
just one moment and i knew
you're my best friend,
i'd do anything
for you.
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the world w academy host club !
Oh this day was so not the best.It was about damn time that he found out where this legendary room of silence was. Just one week after transferring to World W Academy, where his supposed brother went, he was barely keeping up in the classes. It was a shame, since his brother was always so up there in the elites, though he could definitely be childish to no degree. However, that was the only thing about him that the freshman had heard of the older sibling. Not even his name was brought up when he transferred here from Greenland, though he did know that he was Danish, and a junior. Other than that, absolutely nothing.
Sigh. This was it.
Taking a moment after stopping in his tracks, the freshman glanced up at the sign above him, where it had stated band room #4, where this one German kid had said was completely empty. Being that one student without a clue, he believed the other immediately, retreating to the headquarters of his new study hall. About time, he thought bitterly, hand retreating from his side and to the handle of the door, turning it ever so slightly. A cold breeze could be felt through the crack, and before he could say a word, the doors swung outward, sending him off of his feet. "What the-"
"Welcome to the World W Host Club!"
Wait a damn second, what was tha-
Before he could even finish his thought, he felt a hand grasp his own, pulling him off the ground. Wait, what is even going on? He honestly thought that this room was empty, of all things, not some meeting place for whatever this Host Club shit was-
"Hey, are you alright?" a partially masculine voice entered his ears, turning his head toward the one that spoke. He had practically snow white hair, chopped pretty short, though he could definitely tell that there was a bit of length to it, even if he didn't see it at first. Then there was his eyes, violet, somewhat con-
"I'm fine." he replied in a practically bitter, yet monotone, voice, turning his head toward the schoolbooks that laid on the ground. Well he would go grab them if he wasn't trapped with his hand in the other's. Oh he just wished that he could leave now-
Although, as soon as the first had let go of his hand, he fell backwards, back onto the hard tiles. "..Ow." he muttered, placing both hands on the ground at am attempt to get himself back up. Oh yeah, this was definitely not the best of days. "My apologies for coming here uninvited, I was actually looking for a place to study. Some German kid told me this place was normally empty.."
"Who do we have here, Lukas?" a different voice, one addressing one of the others that had rushed to his attention, had asked. He didn't exactly remember, though he thought that he might have heard that voice once before. The accent was faint, though he could tell that it was Danish. Hm, awkward thoughts.
"Just a commoner, Mathias. Not worth anything, really," the one called Lukas responded, and he could see that this one was a slightly platinum blonde with darker highlights, and a stray curl off to the side. He seemed just so cold, so blunt.. Though the one that was Mathias didn't seem fazed at all. In fact, he completely ignored it.
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we've gone so far,
and done so much
and i feel
that we've always been together
right by my side
through thick and thin
you're the part of my life
i'll always remember
little mermaid / hetalia crossover
ariel - seychelles
eric - korea
work in progress and fuck you too muse. B|
the time has come
its for the best, i know it
who could have guessed that you and i
somehow, someday,
would have to say, goodbye.
AHAHA fuck.
100 Themes Challenge: 12, Insanity
Its been a while, the younger woman mused idly, drawing the pictures in the sand. It has been a long, long while since Zsalysk died, the gold's pattern starting to fade from her mind bit by bit every day. She couldn't help it, though; the wher was her life, keyword being was. When the zombies came, mostly when she was all by herself with the gold, and none else, they came for her. Though, that was when the gold stepped out in front of the woman, teeth bared and crouched in a lioness position.
"Are you crazy, Zsalysk?"
Not crazy. Zsalysk's run when Zsalysk says, yes?
"But-"
Run. Will hold off as long as can. And with that, the wher lunged at the advancing zombies, tail whacking a nearby one in the gut, and her teeth sinking deep into another's throat. Zsalya stood there, a bit dumbfounded, before running away from the diseased, and ultimately, her lifemate. She couldn't bare to wipe away the tears in her eyes, though as her feet pounded on the hard earth, her only thoughts were to escape. Escape, and try to go back to Benden.
But could she really go back now, after leaving several turns previous? Not that she planned leaving, no- it was accidental, she never meant to leave. Someone took her away- yes, that was all it was. Just an abduction, ahaha..
Taking her mind away from the past, her thoughts focused upon the empty section of her heart, where her bond with Zsalysk should be. Though, it was absent, erased.. Like a bit of her soul was taken from her, just like her family was. Suddenly, laughter filled the tense air around her, the spear she had by her side becoming raised, in case of any sort of attack. This time, she'll be prepared- yes, she will avenge her wher's death, avenge what was taken away from her.
And thus, the laugh seemed to die, and a sort of light was upon her. Ah, one of those search parties, wasn't it? Twisting her lip into some sort of a mangled smirk, she raised her spear, brown eyes narrowed and furious.
"Zsalya will kill, Zsalya will kill," she warned with a light tone, and another laugh came from her lips. It seemed that the only part of her that was kind was gone, or fairly small. Zsalysk was gone, and she was ready to avenge her.
That was what a lifemate was to do, and she has stuck with it for a few turns now. She couldn't remember anything before Zsalysk died, not even her family- what their names were, she forgot all of it.
Eyes aflame, she turned off and away from the light, running away once again. Running, running.. running, to find a purpose, to find food, and to find the zombies that killed her soul.
You've helped me find,
the strength inside
and the courage,
to make all my dreams come true
how will i find
another friend
like you..?
-insert ficlet-
two of a kind,
that's what we are
and it seemed
like we were always winning
but as our team
is torn apart
i wish we could go
back to the beginning..
-insert ficlet-
the time has come,
it's for the best, i know it,
who could've guessed that you and i..
somehow, some way,
we'd have to say... goodbye..
-insert fic-
somehow today...
....we'd have to say goodbye.
......
prologue-;
"Damn, are you sure you can't do any better?" a familiar voice echoed in his ears, causing the young man to turn and look up at the one who spoke, round blue eyes staring right at the older man. "What do you mean, Dad? I'm trying my hardest with the program.." he responded, kicking the dirt with his left foot. It wasn't his fault that he couldn't run like a cheetah or fight like an ape like his father could back in the day!
"Just trying isn't what the Densen's are famous for, Mathias, and you know that!" growled the father angrily, though a quick knock at the door soon called him out of his rage. "Oh, that's right. I had met someone the other day with a kid like you. Classic fighter, that boy, though he didn't talk much. Gave off a bit of a strange aura." he broke off, heading toward the door, though glancing over his shoulder to glance at Mathias once more. "This should be them." Opening the door, a slight wind from the outside flew in, chilling the young boy who was in nothing more than a t-shirt and gym shorts.
At the front door, there stood a somewhat thin young woman, seeming no more than thirty, and a pre-teenage son, appearing to be the same age as Mathias was. Blue-violet eyes, unlike his own brighter cerulean, seemed to be absolutely bored, thin blond hair only reaching to just around his ears, contrasting his spikier blond locks. Around his neck was something like a necklace, and for a moment, the boy actually seemed like a girl. Tilting his head ever so slightly, he held out his hand to the one at the door. However, the other barely even knew he was there, and was listening to the adults' conversation over tactics for the two of them to study.
Well, being the little oblivious boy that Mathias was, in a few bounds, the twelve year old made his way toward the other, though he was surprised at the glare that he received. Though, that shock didn't last more than a few seconds before he spoke out. "Hey, you must be that guy Dad was talking about! What's your name?" he asked, every bit of excitement in his words. The kid stared at him for a brief moment before responding, and even his voice seemed monotone. "Lukas. And you must be that idioten Mom was talking about, Mathias." Without a second glance, the kid -- Lukas-- had turned the other way and headed over to his mother, quickly asking if they could leave. She nodded once, and they left immediately, leaving him in a state of shock.
Wha- What was that all about?
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Chapter one; Never look back.
|| five years later ||
ficlet ideas !
Seven Silent Sweepers !!
THE SWEEPERS !
gold;; italy
silver;; korea
bronze;; spain
copper;; liechtenstein
platinum;; norway
iron;; sealand
brass;; cuba
to join later !
diamond;; denmark
pearl;; seychelles
THE CHRONOS SUBSTITUTES !
I;; belarus
II;; switzerland
III;; egypt
IV;; seychelles
V;; romano
VI;; ukraine
VII;; china
VIII;; hungary
IX;; canada
ON THE RUN !
everyone else; targets to be 'sweeped' or 'erased'
location of chronos tattoos on the members !
I ; on her left thigh, mostly hidden by her dresses/leggings. not easily noticed.
II ; on upper right arm, near where sleves would be covering it. somewhat easily noticed.
III ; on his back, covered practically all the time. hard to notice.
IV ; back of her neck. lately, she's been wearing her down, not worn up. easily noticed.
V ; palm of left hand. easily noticed, except when he wears gloves.
VI ; opposite leg of I's tattoo, on her right thigh, mostly hidden by jeans/overalls
VII ; on his back, almost always covered.
VIII ; on her chest, near the neck area, though about seven inches from neckline. somewhat easy to notice.
IX ; on his wrists, repeated in a circle. easily noticed.
the scenario ;;
first chapter; the shooting of england/united kingdom, by cuba.
second chapter; introduces chronos, but not by nation name.
third chapter; I has IX investigate the scene, ambushed by silver and copper.
fourth chapter; IX is captured and brought to the SSS headquarters, there meets gold, bronze, and platinum. silver and copper are sent off to go after America. IX is questioned by gold at first, then platinum takes over on questions. one of sweepers is almost revealed. "but l- platinum! we can't start the games without the others here.."
It was just a normal day, it definitely was. There wasn't a world meeting, there wasn't America at his doorstep, there wasn't any perverted comments regarding him via the frog. It just seemed, normal.
Yeah, it was definitely a normal day for Arthur Kirkland, the personification of the United Kingdom. He could actually kick back for once, and let the world go on ahead with what they were doing. Nothing would turn out as his fault, at least, not this time.
Right?
Almost as soon as he sat down on the velvet couch that he owned, a ringtone erupted in his ears, signalling that the Englishman had a call, courtousy of his cell phone. Right hand fumbling over toward the side table, he snatched it off of the surface, pressing on the 'send' button.
"Who is this, if I may ask?" a slightly irritated voice asked the oneon the other end of the line. At first the Englishmen was greeted with silence.
hetaoni fic
.:.:CAST OF FIC:.:.
italy- connor- journal/staff
germany- milena- sword
japan- lina- paintbrush & pink paint
england- elizabeth- magic
america- molossia- sword
canada- gabby- germany's whip
france- yuriy- knife
russia- falon- pistol
china- raisa- pipe
prussia- sealand- "steel punch"
spain- celi- axe
romano- yukiro- glaive
-yukiro find out about the mansion first, telling connor of it. sea and molo overhear and spread word to rest of the kids, only cast end up going
-first group to arrive is (italy, japan, germany, prussia, america); second group includes (england, france, canada, russia, china); last group (spain and romano) come in at later chapter.
CHAPTER ONE -!
"... what in the world are you talking about?"
the question wasn't harsh, no not at all. it was straightforward, that's all.
Sometimes, one should just stick to the path that the gods laid out for them. Other times, they should question it, and then make them better. The outcome of persistance to change can cause something quite amazing to occur.
....That was a crapload of ignorance, for damn sure.
The petite, platinum-blond haired girl definitely wasn't convinced of what she noticed in her reading, as for what could she add to this to make it wrong? She narrowed her eyes at the book, flipping through a few more pages before feeling a hand rest upon her shoulder, causing her to jump in surprise.
"Relax, Frey, its just me," a light voice, though definitely familiar, reached her ears, though she could never calm down around him.
"Right, just you, Axel." she responded with a sigh, one of her hands retreating from the book to smack the hand on her shoulder. She heard a grumble from the boy, a triumphant expression crossing her face. "So, what do you want with me, cousin?" she asked, swiveling the chair around to face her relative in the face.
Axel was a pretty decent example of what his father looked like; tall for the age of ten, with light blond hair that looked a lot better down, rather than the normal spikey appearance. His clothes always looked a bit larger than they should be, though for some reason, it looked pretty good. Freya's father was actually Axel's father's brother, while it was almost the same vice versa with their mothers. The two were almost brother and sister, yet not. The girl was the older of the two, considering she was almost twelve, and she admitted to actually having a slight admiration toward one of the other kids in the school; Adrian.
world geography (September 13) ! -;
the planet earth;
Surface area of planet (510,066,000 sq km)
Land area of planet (148,647,000 sq km) (29.1%)
Ocean area (335,258,000)
Total water area (70.9%)
Type of water (97% salt water, 3% fresh water)
continents;
by size;;
Asia - first
Africa - second
N. America - third
S. America - forth
Antarctica - fifth
Europe - sixth
Australia/Oceania - seventh
population;;
Asia - first
Africa - second
Europe - third
N. America - forth
S. America - fifth
Australia - sixth
Antarctica - seventh
Number of nations ;;
Africa - fifty-three
Europe - forty-six
Asia - forty-four
N. America - twenty-three
Australia/Oceania - fourteen
S. America - twelve
Antarctica - zero
In some parts of the world students are taught that there are only six continents, as they combine n. And s. America into one continent (Americas). Other scientists combine Europe and Asia, calling it eurasia.
the caribbean islands, central america countries, and greenland are all considered to be apart of north america.
the middle east is part of asia.
oceania -> australia, new zealand, papua new guinea, fiji, solomons, kirabati, microneasia, melanesia, polynesia, etc.
hawaii is approximately 2,550 miles southwest of los angeles, in the middle of the north pacific ocean. politacally apart of north america, but geographically it is not apart of any continent.
turkey is officiall, politically, and geographically part of both europe and asia. its established dividing line between Asia and europe is the bosphotus strait
european russia is not a separate country, but rather the far western end of the russian federation. most modern atlases and geography experts consider this landmass politically and geographically part of the continent europe. the russian federation's established dividing linr between europe and asia are the ural mountains.
oceans by size -;
pacific (155,557,000 sq km)
atlantic (76,762,000)
indian (68,556,000)
southern (20,327,000)
arctic (14,056,000)
greatest depths in the ocean, by ocean
marina trench, pacific, 35,827 ft
puerto rico trench, atlantic, 30,246 ft
java trench, indian, 24,460 ft
arctic basin, arctic, 18,456 ft
southern ocean (greatest depth in dispute)
compass rose
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cardinal directions -;
north, south, west, east
intermediate directions -;
northwest, northeast, southwest, southeast
the equator, prime meridian, tropic of cancer, and tropic of capricorn.
equator -> located at zero degrees latitude (north or south) and divides the planet into the northern and southern hemisphere
tropic of cancer -> at 23.5 N
tropic of capricorn -> at 23.5 S
people living north of the tropic of cancer and south of the tropic of capricorn experience dramatic seasonal climate changes, based on the earth's tilt, and the subsequent angle of the sun. when it's summer north of the tropic of cancer, it's winter south of the tropic of capricorn (reverse is also true).
prime meridian-; located at zero degrees longitude(east to west) it divides the planet earth into the eastern and western hemisphere, and is the line from which all other lines of measurement are measured.
all countries on prime meridian !
united kingdom of great britain and northern ireland, france, algeria, spain, burkina faso, ghana, mali, togo
nations close to the equator !
ecuador, colombia, brazil, gabon, congo, democratic republic of the congo, uganda, kenya, somalia, maldives, indonesia, kiribati
north and south hemispheres ::: separated by equator
east and west hemispheres ::: separated by prime meridian
therefore (with some exceptions), all countries north of the equator are in the northern hemisphere, while all countries south of the equator are in the southern hemisphere.
generally the eastern hemisphere includes most of africa, about half of antarctica, all of asia and australia and most of europe. western hemisphere includes other half of antarctica, all of north and south america, caribbean, greenland, central america.
latitude && longitude;
latitude (shown as a horizontal line) is the angular distance, in degrees, minutes, and seconds of a point north or south of the equator. lines of latitude are often reffered yo as parallels.
longitude (shown as a vertical line) is the angular distance, in degrees, minutes and seconds, of a point east or west of the prime (greenwich) meridian. lines of longitude are often referred to as meridians.
world geography (September 21-22) -!
FIVE THEMES OF GEOGRAPHY !
one!
LOCATION - the position on the earth's surface.
Q; where is it?
tells us where a point is on the earth's surface. it also tells us how far a point is from other points.
Relative Location !
describes the location of one place in relation to another in terms of direction, money, and time.
ex.
i live next to the target on silverado ranch blvd.
Absolute Location !
describes the location of one place usig an address or latitude and longiptude.
ex.
my address is 1234 apple lane
las vegas is located at 35* N
latitude, and 123* W longitude
two!
PLACE ! - tells us special features an area might have using physical and human characteristics.
Q- what is it like there?
physical characteristics;
type of landforms, bodies of water, weather, climate, natural vegetation, natural resources
human characteristics;
how the people live, work, play, and move around.
three !
HUMAN/ENVIORMENT INTERACTION ! - how people react to and sometimes change their enviorment.
Q; what is the relationship between people and their enviorment?
how do we, as humans;
*depend on
*perceive
*adapt to and
*modify the natural enviroment
ex. describe how the seasons affect people at home, at work, and at play
four !
MOVEMENT ! - describes how people, products, and ideas get from one place to another.
Q; how are pele and places connected?
ex.
* people use cars, planes, and bikes to get from place to place.
* a shirt made in India is shipped to the U.S. for Old Navy clotng.
* a reporter sends his story over the Internet to his newspaper editor.
five !
REGIONS ! - areas of the earth that are alike in some way or another.
Q; what characteristics divide the world into regions?
regions based on physical features:
mountains, deserts, forests, etc.
regions based on culteral features;
languages, religions, cultures etc.
vocabulary !! (world geography)
aqueduct-
large pipes or canals that carry water over long distances.
archipelago-
a group or chain of islands.
atoll-
ring shaped island formed by coral building up along the rim of an underwater volcano.
badland-
rocky wasteland that has been carved by erosion into intricate and fantastic shapes.
basin-
a lower bowl shaped track of land in which water drains into from rivers and streams, etc.
bay-
a small area of sea or lake partly enclosed by dry land.
beach-
the sandy or rocky land at the edge of an ocean, sea, or lake.
canal-
an artificial waterway or artificially improved river used for irrigation shipping, or travel.
canopy-
top layer of a rain forest, where the tops of tall trees come together.
canyon-
deep, narrow valley with high steep walls.
cape-
a pointed piece of land that projects from a coastline.
capital-
the city or town that is the seat of government in a state or nation.
cave-
a hollow underground chamber, usually one with an opening in the side of a hill or mountain.
channel-
a narrow body of water that connects two larger bodies of water.
continent-
one of the seven great land masses on earth.
continental divide-
a line or ridge that separates rivers flowing toward opposite sides of a continent.
dam-
a barrier built across a water way to control the flow or raise the level of the water.
delta-
triangular section of land built up at a river's mouth that looks like the greek letter for delta.
desert-
a dry region with little to no rainfall where few plants and animals live.
dune-
a hill of sand formed by blowing wind.
fault-
a crack or break in the earth's crust usually caused by intense folding.
fjord-
a long narrow inlet of sea between tall rocky cliffs.
glaciers-
a great mass of ice slowly slidng down a mountain slope or through a valley.
gulf-
a large inlet of ocean or sea that is partially surrounded by land. gulfs are much bigger and deeper than bays.
island-
a piece of land that is smaller than a continent and completely surrounded by water.
isthmus-
a narrow strip of land with water on both sides that connects two larger land masses.
lagoon-
a lagoon is a body of comparatively shallow salt or brackish water separated from the deeper sea by a shallow or exposed sand bank, coral reef, or similar feature.
mesa-
flat-topped elevated landform.
mountain range-
a long connected chain of mountains and hills.
ocean-
the entire body of salt water that covers nearly three-quarters of the earth's surface.
peak-
the top, or one of the tops, of a hill, mountain, or range, ending in a point; often, the whole hill or mountain, especially when isolated.
peninsula-
a large piece of land that extends outward from a continent and is surrounded by water on three sides.
plain-
a broad region of flat or gently rolling, treeless land.
plateau-
a large highland plain that rises sharply above the surrounding land.
port-
a facility near a harbor town or city where recieving ships ,ay take on cargo or discharge it. they are usually found at the edge of an ocean, sea, river, or lake.
prairie-
an extensive land of flat or rolling, predominantly treeless grassland, especially the large tract of plain of centeral north america.
rainforest-
a dense tropical evergreen forest with an annual rainfall of at least 100 inches.
reef-
a strip or ridge of rocks, sand, or coral that rises to or close to the surface of a body of water.
river-
a long, large stream.
rural area-
sparsely popluated areas used for farming and agriculture.
savanna-
a tropical grassland containing scattered trees.
sea-
a large body of salt water that is smaller than an ocean.
PLANET EARTH !! (october 11)
axis!!
-an imaginary line around which a planet turns that runs between the north and south poles, the rotation of the earth on this causes day and night.
rotation!!
-the spinning motion of the earth; it takes earth about twenty-four hours to do this one time.
revolution!!
-one complete orbit of the earth around the sun, it takes one year to complete.
orbit!!
-the earth's travel around the sun in an oval-shaped pattern.
GEOSPHERES !!
the names of the four spheres are deprived from the greek words for stone(litho), air(atmo), water(hydro), and life(bio)
lithosphere !
the lithosphere is the solid, rocky crust that covers the entire planet. this crust is inorganic and is composed of minerals. it covers the entire surface of the earth from the top of mount everest to the bottom of the marina trench.
hydrosphere !
the hydrosphere is composed of all water on or near the earth. this includes the oceans, rivers, lakes, and even the moisture in the air. ninety-seven percent of the earth's water is in the oceans. the remaining three percent is fresh water.
biosphere !
the biosphere is composed of all living organisms. plants, animals, and one-celled organisms are all parts of the biosphere. most of the planet's life is found from three meters below the ground to thirty meters above it and in the top 200 meters of the oceans and seas.
atmosphere !
the atmosphere is the body of air which surrounds our planet. most of our atmosphere is located close to the earth's surface where it is most dense. the air of our planet is 79% nitrogen and just under 21% oxygen; the small amount remaining is composed of carbon dioxide and other gasses.
Russia notes
Russia and the Eurasia Republics
Location;;
-formerly the USSR or the Soviet union; broke apart in 1991.
-now 12 republics or countries
-part of two countries: Europe and Asia (Eurasia)
Physical Features;
-west: the land is mostly flat
-east: increase in elevations due to numerous mountains
Lakes;
-Caspian Sea; it is a lake! Largest lake in the world
-Lake Baikal; the deepest lake in the world, holds 1/5 of the world's freshwater
-Lake Karachay; the most polluted place on earth due to radioactive waste
Mountains;
-Ural Mountains; stretch across western Russia
-Communism Peak; Found in Tajikistan, 24,590 feet
Peninsulas;
-Kamchatka; eastern Russia
-Chukotsk; northeastern Russia
-Kola; northwestern Russia
Siberia;
-tundra regions found in russia
-makes up 3/4ths of Russia
-covers over 5 million square miles
-1 1/2 times the area of the United States
-bounded on the west by the Ural mountains, north by the Arctic Ocean, east by the Pacific Ocean, and south by China, Mongolia, and Kazakhstan.
-long, dark, and severe winters
-holds the record for the lowesttemperature oytside of Antarctica at -90* F
Climate;
-mostly humid continental and subarctic climate.
-More than half of the land of Russia and the Eurasian Republics is covered with snow almost all year.
Resources;
-very rich in natural resources
-Russia is the woeld's largest producer of natural gas
-Russia is the world's second largest producer of gold
Cultural Characteristics;
-population is approximately 300 million
-population density:
High in the west(rich soil and good climate)
Low in the East(harsg climate and permafrost)
-three ethnic groups; Slavics, Turks, and Caucasian
science (September 19) ! -;
observing; when you use one or more of your five senses to gather information
inferring; interpreting on observation
predicting; making an inference about the future
accuracy; how close you come to the answer
precision; consistancy in your answers (right or wrong)
Science (october 6) ! -;
1. properties of waves !
A. amplitude- is the maximum distance the particles of the medium, carrying the wave, mov away from their rest positions.
*in a transverse wave the amplitude is the distance from resting position to the crest of trough.
*the amplitude in a longitudinal wave is a measure of how compressed or rarefied the medium becomes.
*high-energy waves cause bigger crests and troughs and compressions to bevery crowded. energy=amplitude
B. wavelength- distance between two corresponding parts of a wave.
*in a transverse wave you measure from crest to crest or trough to trough or some other part.
*in a longitudinal you measure from compression to compression, or from rarefaction to rarefaction.
C. frequency- number of complete waves thst pass a given point in a certain amount of time.
*also known as the number of vibrations per second.
*measured with a unit called a hertz(Hz)
--- one wave per second is one Hz
--- named after Heinrich Hertz, who first produced radio waves.
D. speed- how far a wave travels in one unit of time.
*speed = wavelength x frequency
*sample problems !
--- the speed of a wave on a rope is 50 cm/s and its wavelength is 10 cm. what is the frequency?
------ 5 Hz
--- a wave has a wavelength of five mm and a frequency of two Hz. what's the speed?
------ 10 mm/s
--- the speed of a wave on a guitar string is 100 m/s and the frequency is 1000 Hz. what is the wavelength?
------ 0.1 m
III. interaction of waves
A. reflection- when a wave hits a surface through whichit cannot pass, it bounces back.
1. angle of incidence- angle between incoming wave and the imaginary perpindicular line off the surface it is striking
2. angle of reflection- angle between the reflected wave and the imaginary perpindicular line.
3. law of reflection states that the angle of reflection equals thhe angle of incidence.
B. refraction- the bending of waves due to a change in speed.
1. when a wave moves from one medium into another medium at an angle, it changes speed as it enters the second medium.
2. examples
a. pencil in water
b. sound in water
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1. constructive intereference makes waves with larger amplitudes
2. destructive intrrferences is when waves combine to create waves of smaller amplitude.
3. standing wave; diagram
E. absorbtion- when a wave meets a new medium and the energy is reduced due to the new material.
1. auditorium- a lot of absorbtion
2. gymnasium- not much absorbtion
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Post by Icy on Jun 6, 2011 21:33:03 GMT -5
 <---- REEDPAWtom, six moonsRANK: apprentice
ALLIANCE: brookclan
APPEARANCE: shorthaired white and black tomcat with amber eyes.
PERSONALITY: (must be at least 3 paragraphs long)
REASON FOR NAME: (why were they given that name? this is to help us distinguish between what names are acceptable, and what names should be declined)
FAMILY: (list all their family here)
HISTORY: (at least one paragraph for each past rank until you get to your cat's current rank; ie. if they're a warrior, then one paragraph for kit, one paragraph for apprentice, and one paragraph for warrior, and so on and so forth)
RP EXAMPLE:
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Post by Icy on Jun 9, 2011 16:11:55 GMT -5
No one can see me and
I've lost all feeling and
I know I won't die alone Nation: Romania Name: Valeriu Mihaili Gender: Male Appearance of Age: Twenty-three National Flower: the Dog Rose Height: Weight: (approximate or canon)
I'll stop you from breathing and
All your deceiving and
This house is not my home
Appearance: (Pictures for this are fine. However, if you wish to write it out WITHOUT using a picture, then you MUST add at least a 200 word minimum description -- However, that is only if you DO NOT add a picture.) Costume: (Your character may wear a costume if he/she chooses, just make sure you put what your character is going as. This option is because the site's plot line revolves around a costume party hosted y America [see Plot] Also, PLEASE do not blockquote if you are using a picture.) Weapon of Choice: (They weapon they have/will find in the manor. Only one type, please.) Personality: (At least 300 words minimum. Since we are not asking for the history of your nation, please make this as elaborate as you can.)
No more forgiveness
And the reason is
I know I won't die alone Likes: (These do not need to be elaborated on, just listing is fine... elaboration is always nice, though. Minimum of 5.) + + + + + Dislikes: (These do not need to be elaborated on, just listing is fine... elaboration is always nice, though. Minimum of 5.) - - - - - Fears: (These do not need to be elaborated on, just listing is fine... elaboration is always nice, though. Minimum of 3.) ~ ~ ~ Strengths: (These do not need to be elaborated on, just listing is fine... elaboration is always nice, though. Minimum of 5.) + + + + + Weaknesses: (These do not need to be elaborated on, just listing is fine... elaboration is always nice, though. Minimum of 5.) - - - - -
And everyone dies and
Everyone lies
They're waiting for
The second coming again
[/color] Sample Post: Taxim. Taxim.Was this all just a joke? Or was it truly reality? Those two questions had been swirling in his mind ever since the world meeting was finished, his right hand almost always seeming to be on the back of his neck in a relaxed fashion. That, however, was when he was in deep thought, though most wouldn't really know that. Except, well, possibly his 'younger brother' Moldova, though he didn't see the other at the meeting. Probably at home, working, or something of the sort. Not out with, ugh, Taxim everywhere. Valeriu probably would have to tell him sooner or later, if he hadn't found out already. (he knew Moldova was smart, smarter than he was, in fact. he would know when there is a problem.) The last thing that he honestly remembered out of the meeting in itself was Latvia. Poor little Baltic, shaking like a leaf in the wind, scared out of his mind. The actual reaction to hearing about undead, supposed dead people coming out from their graves... It seemed like an awful fiction story. It sort of did, anyway. If the Romanian himself wasn't so vampirious, even though he wasn't one himself (fully), it would probably seem false. Though the single glance of fear that was in the younger nation... ...Let's just say that, he wasn't going to stand for this at all. What was worse, however, was that he believed that one nation had pointed a finger at him for causing all of this to happen. As if he would do such a thing! (not that he wouldn't, but for his own country as well? that was just cold.) Breaking his harsh concentration for a brief moment, he let an exaggerated huff escape from his lips, dark crimson pupils glaring down at the ground. For all he knew, in this forest, there could be some body buried under the ground, coming up when he gets near. Hmph. Don't hallucinate now, Vali. Especially when this was no laughing matter any longer. Although, let's just say that puffing your cheeks out when a dire situation is occurring is actually quite entertaining- no. Don't do it Romania. You need to get some sort of information, even if it is minimal, he reminded himself sharply, letting his hand propped against his neck to his side. Oh, how he loathed being so much like.. this. Something like a half-state vampire. He could practically be considered like one of those undead.. things, yet he wasn't. Sure, he might have loved the taste of blood, though he could definitely live without it. (That was most definitely a lie: the poor guy, he couldn't live without it at least once a week. And those idiotic vampire movies like Twi-shit? Uhm. No.) " Idiot. Quit this argument right now.[/color]" he stated under his breath, then turning his head up toward the sky. It definitely seemed pretty tonight, that much was certain, though he couldn't help but think of what was to come. A possible war? Against the dead? Was it even possible? Valeriu himself did not know any plausible answer to these questions, though he really needed to stop with these mental arguments. Especially when his voice should be heard out loud, and not in his mind. This is going to become a nightmare before we wake up from it, he concluded with a small pout on his face. He absolutely loved others writhing in agony from things like this, though to be perfectly honest, he wasn't exactly, well, the best with pain. Or nightmares. Though, dark? He could handle the darkness quite well, thank you very much. As a matter of fact, he could see fabulously in the dimmer lighting, though he definitely was never one to be missed in a light room. Pale-appearing skin, dark red eyes, his attire, even, was just a sight that could mistake him for a vampire. Or... one of the undead. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he continued his stroll through the densely forested area, keeping a hand on the tophat to keep it in place. Sometimes, that thing just seemed to love sliding off of his dark, yet somewhat pale, blonde hair. Might be by thin hair, but whatever, that wasn't a problem for him anymore. What he was thinking of was what taxim would actually be risen from the dead. Though that was when his mind drifted to the occurrences in his history, specifically Vlad the Impaler. Oh, that was certainly a wonderful time to think about that. Bodies without heads walking the earth? Uhm, not a very lovely mental picture, thank you very much. Without even realizing it, Valeriu was picking up the pace in his steps, and before he could even blink, his forehead collided with a branch in front of him. That just couldn't brighten up his evening, now could it? Oh fabulous... " Okay, okay, not a very smart decision. Ouch.[/color]" he hissed, voice barely a whisper. He wasn't exactly a loud person, per say, though he did enjoy being quite silent. Therefore, no one would honestly suspect a damn thing from him. Especially those that were wary of vampires, were-wolves, ectetera, he would act polite, courteous, gentlemanly-like.. (Though Hungarians? Uhm. Never in a million years.) However, that fumble had made him actually open his eyes, taking in the area's appearance that surrounded him. Where was he, exactly? He knew for certain that he must have been pacing in the same circle for about fifteen minutes, so he hasn't gone too far out there. In fact, the trees themselves were actually thinning out by now, and he could hear an owl hoot. Huh, hooting owl. Not very scary, though somewhat unsettling, unfortunately. " Excuse me, but is anyone here?[/color]" he called out, voice somewhat monotone, though definitely not afraid. The great Romania, afraid of the night? As if. He just felt the need to see if he wasn't exactly alone. It was after the meeting of the world, so there had to be at least someone out and about. Especially if they were thinking the same things he was. But whatever, he could always head back to the starting place. Not a big deal at all. Everyone tries
To hold onto their lives
When no one's alive
Bring me 115 Did you read the rules? No wai out, lol totally. ["115" is by Elena Siegman] [/spoiler] |
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Post by Icy on Jun 15, 2011 14:40:28 GMT -5
`CECILE AYLATE!
`DAYLIGHT BURNS YOUR SLEEPY EYES, IT'S HARD TO SEE YOU DREAMING!
[/b][/color] Cecile Aylate NICKNAMES Ci-ci, Cecil AGE Fifteen GENDER Female ETHNICITY Seychellois GRADE Tenth SPECIAL ABILITY(s)Viscosity Control/Manipulation
basic idea . Psychically control and manipulate the volume and thickness of liquids. One with this power and ability could thicken water to allow flotation. This ability could also be used to thicken liquids into a thick glue to prevent escape or to thin the blood of foes. This ability can prevent liquids from dripping out of containers at a normal rate by turning them extremely thick, or trap foes underwater conditions to be rendered in suspended animation.
exact power . Cecile can only do a few aspects of viscosity control, namely manipulate the thickness of a liquid. She can make the density of liquid stated matter change, though it must be by touch, and it is only liquids, namely water. She does not know how to thicken liquid into something extremely thick, like glue, though she has gotten to make it allow flotation for those drowning. She has also understood how to make liquids thinner, though has yet to try it with anything other than what she drinks or swims in. She is still learning, though it will take a long while for her to master anything with thickness of liquids. HOW DID THEY FIGURE OUT?The first time she noticed something was amiss was when she was six; she was so prone to spilling anything and everything. Though, there was this one time when her mamma was cooking for the family, and set the flames on the stove to heat the water fairly high. In a few minutes, the water was about to overboil- though, Cecile was banned from touching the stove. She was fearing that the house would catch on fire; so, she tried sticking her hand in the water, to make it stop. Soon enough, the water thickened and lowered, yet she caught a major burn from this. She cried for help for a few minutes before being seen, taken care of, and some were wondering why the water wouldn't boil anymore.
Another instance occurred the day before her eleventh birthday, since her day was on a Monday. Her mamma and papa took her out to the beach the day before, when Cecile decided to swim in the waters. Accidentally, she had swum too far out, and was having a bit of difficulty with swimming back to the beach. There was also the trouble of her accidentally swallowing the salty water, almost causing her to drown- except, well, she began floating near the surface. She was able to swim a bit, but it was a bit more difficult, with thickened water surrounding her. It was then, she wondered, why was this happening?
[/ul] `YOU HIDE INSIDE YOURSELF, AND I WONDER WHAT YOU'RE THINKING! [/b][/color] +fish . Cecile... really loves fish. You cannot really get her away from them, it is almost impossible for that to happen. She can have all sorts of fish, each day, for almost ever if she wishes. Her favorites, however, single down to tuna, swordfish, and mackerel. You really, really cannot get her away from seafood.
+ribbons . Its a known fact that she loves ribbons- especially ones with bows. Red, blue, green, white, black- those five colors are the ones she loves the most, always putting her hair up in them, except when she wears dresses. In that case, she would either have a single ponytail or wear her hair completely down.
+music . It is a known fact that she enjoys music of most kinds. Rock, country, pop- you name it, she'll enjoy it. Just keep her away from techno and rap, and she's pretty much in love with it. She has also begun to take an interest in foreign music, especially in languages she does not exactly know.
+sunshine . She literally thrives upon fresh air and sunlight, no matter where she is. If its a bright, sunny, above thirty degrees Celsius, she will be outside, no matter what. She enjoys bathing in the sun, beach volleyball, and pretty much just doing anything out in the open air.
+swimming . It should be a given that this island-girl loves water, and swimming in it especially. She tries not to use her power to advantages in tournaments, though she can be quite a poor sport when it comes down to the waters. Otherwise, she loves to play around in pools and in the waters by the beach. Its almost like a second home to her.
+children . Cecile has a tendency to adore the little elementary school kids, and just loves to be around them. She can be patient most of the time, and it takes a lot to get her upset over something when it comes to the young ones. She believes that she can be a wonderful mother one day, and she will always dream of it.
+foreign things . She just about loves anything that is from a different country, whether it be a food dish, music, or anything else. She has a strznge addiction to collecting foreign things, and would love learning new languages (other than French, English, or Creole!) Cecile can be quite fascinated with others from different countries, and would ask a hundred questions or more, just to get the gist of the city they were from.
+luxury items . She actually does enjoy this, much to other's surprise. She seems to be the one to despise such objects, though she does love them to bits. Its just that, she doesn't want to spend the money upon it, if she does not have to.
CECILE DISLIKES-what's seychelles? . Oh, Cecile hates it when she meets someone who's like, what is a Seychelles? She has a ton of pride for her home nation, and pretty much believes it is the best ever. She will seriously get onto someone else's back about the whole thing and pretty much preach about why someone should know about it.
-fancy things . She may like things with a price, but it does not mean she wants anything hugely expensive and fancy. She would rather stick to less than a few frilled items, and even then, she would refuse to wear them. She actually likes dresses, but only plain ones; anything other than that, she believes attention is brought to her.
-the cold . Oh, dear, nothing gets Cecile more riled up and angered than cold temperatures. She would rather stay inside of a room for days on end, rather than go out into below 50° Fahrenheit weather. She especially hates the snow; one time, she slipped on ice, when her family visited France in the winter. It was a terrible thing for her.
-love . She really, really doesn't believe in love at first sight, or if relationships are meant to last. It can be pretty difficult for her to understand when she has a crush on someone, and even then, she will probably shrug it off, move on. She just.. doesn't believe in it.
-people messing with animals . Don't get onto that side, where abuse of animals come in. She will probably get completely angry if that happens- granted, she won't do anything about it, but she will get on that person's case. She refuses to see animals in abusive positions, or just under completely incorrect care.
-large crowds . Small ones she can stand, large ones (10+), she cannot stand. She would rather have a small group of people around her, and she really hates to be alone, oddly enough. She can be outgoing if she pleases- though she loves being around others. Just, no more than eight or nine at a time. It sort of freaks her out.
-jokes . She cannot tell whether or not someone is telling a joke, being serious, or being completely sarcastic, at all. She prefers to be told the truth, and nothing but. It seems to be an assistance to others, as she cannot tell the difference between a truthful statement or a false one.
-being lied to . Even though she cannot tell the difference at the moment, if she does find out something was a lie, she will be pretty heartbroken. She takes so much too seriously, and when she gets her hopes up and broken, it really hurts her from the inside and out. She won't show it at first, though it can show gradually.
FEARS&rejection . She finds that, if she is rejected for something, whether it be a relationship (most likely not) or some sort of part in a play, she is pretty much worthless. She does not want to feel that sort of rejection in her life- she wants to prove her worth, no matter how minuscule it is.
&being alone . Cecile hates being alone, as simple as that is. She would rather stay around more people than just herself at any given moment, though she does enjoy some privacy. To a certain degree, she just hates being by herself. Being an only child in her family didn't help, either.
&embarrassing herself . She has a bit of stage fright, up to the point that she is literally frightened of being up onstage and doing a role in a play or something of the sort. She does have a somewhat tainted attitude of being pretty shy when she is put on center stage, and she will probably embarrass herself anyways.
&injuring others . Even though her power might now allow her to really injure someone, she finds it hard to forgive herself if she allowed someone to get hurt.
QUIRKS{ribbons . Cecile loves ribbons- so much that, she always has to have at least two in her hair at all times! It doesn't matter which color she has, its just that she must have them. Red, blue, and white are her favorite three colors that she wears, and she tends to mix them up each day.
{questions . When she does not understand something, she will always ask questions. She is not afraid to ask them in class or in front of someone- if she just does not get it, she will not hesitate to ask for help. She will also ask multiple ones if she believes it is correct for the time being.
{short answers . Just the opposite with questions, when she replies, she gives between one and four word answers, such as "Okay", "Oh, alright", "I get it now", etc.
OVERALL PERSONALITY[/b] To a few people, Cecile is annoying and rambunctious; though, so others, she could be considered quiet and attentive. It can be quite interesting to see the differences of first impressions with the islander by asking multiple students, though one thing is definitely for certain. She can be quite the character, if she puts her mind down to it.
First thing's first: her bright, energetic attitude that never seems to diminish. She can be one place one moment, and somewhere completely different in the next. She tends to keep this bubbly nature tuned down, though, when there is a lack of people around her, she can be seen trying to cook (she's actually pretty awful, she wants to learn more about how to stop food from burning.)
Another thing about her is that she is active, never wanting to take a single break. In free time, she heads outside, and she runs; almost as though she believes that she will somehow gain superspeed, if she thinks about it hard enough. (she knows this will never happen, and she's fine with it. viscosity control is pretty much perfect, in her eyes.)
On the rare occasion, she can tend to be pretty serious. Mostly, it occurs when she asks questions or answers them, or even just o say a fact. She could be extremely protective, as well, and refuse to give up any sort of information to 'someone she doesn't even know.' To her, mostly everything can have a serious touch to it, and she thinks that she should be the one to say it. In this way, she can be Captain Obvious, and even annoy the other person she is speaking with.
Cecile has questions, and man, does she have a lot. It seems to be a bit of a habit with her, asking something, more or less, something stupid and pathetic. She is quite an annoyance when her mouth is running off idly, though they are mostly four to five word questions at maximum. She will break in between them for answers, or 'bug off girl', and won't continue if they have either been answered, or if the latter answer was said.
She can be pretty nosy when she wants to be, butting into other students' conversations, not seeming to really care. She isn't much of a gossipmonger, though she really does enjoy being caught up on everything that is going on around the school and the like. Its almost as though she admires the news that goes around, taking a liking to other people as a rolemodel. She can be easily influenced, which is pretty simple to place peer pressure upon her, as she wants to fit in with the common crowd.
She has a tendency to hone a motherly attitude, though the chances of others seeing this side of her is pretty rare. She can become like a mother hen, taking care of younger students when the time for that comes. In her head, if she ever had children, she would strive to become the best mother that those kids have ever seen. Cecile would want children, but, her fear of love prevents her from thinking of it.
She can be pretty darned sweet, if she has a reason for it. She has a basic, kind attitude, and would go out of her way to be as nice as she could possibly be. Though, she does have a temper, however small it may be. She is pretty decent at keeping it under control, and just places a smile on her face, if she feels a tad bit irritated. Whatever, it'll pass, as she says so herself.
`AND EVERYTHING YOU'RE CHASING, IT SEEMS TO LEAVE YOU EMPTY! [/font] [/color]" "Time to wake up~ Breakfast is ready~" the cheerful voice of Michi sounded in her ears, forcing her eyes to snap open in surprise. What in the world was that dream even about, anyway? Something about an island.. maybe her home? Seychelles? And wasn't what that one guy said the French name for that nation? Okay, that was just dang freaky. Shaking her head clear of the thoughts in her mind, she forced herself to roll over to the side of the bed, rubbing at her eyes to clear of the sleep. Such an awkward dream.. wait, did she almost miss what that woman said? Breakfast! " Breakfast, heck yes!" she exclaimed eagerly, a smile replacing her previous concerned expression. Now wasn't the time for that.. whatever she was thinking of, as it was time to dig in and unwind~ Rolling off the bed in a rush, she almost fell onto the floor itself, only just getting upright in a few seconds. With her blue dress still clinging to her body, she made her way to the door of 'her room', since there was still the whole deal with Arthur and that.. Which also brought back the dream. Shoving it out of her mind, she turned the knob on the door, pushing it outward, stepping into the hall of sorts. If she remembered correctly, the kitchen was over in that direction.. "You could have woken me up to help you."That was.. Ah-hin's voice. Right? And woken up to help with.. what, exactly? Taking a few more steps so that she was in view, her eyes glanced around, taking in their surroundings. It seemed practical enough, and to be honest, she wasn't all about fancy living. This.. well, this was just perfect. " Morning.. and uhm.. what exactly is breakfast?" she asked with a slight smile. She never really.. knew, anything about Asian cuisine, as she was probably more used to English and French (She had a feeling it was those two), as well as seafood. Though, she could always try something new. Like.. live a year without her memories. Or something like that[/quote][/center] `AND IT WON'T TAKE LONG TO BURN, ALL EYES ON ME! YOUR NAME Rochelle NICKNAMES Icy . Icicle . Belbel WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? msn, skype, aim, yahoo, pm, etc. ;w; WHERE DID YOU FIND US? mystic embers, alll that time ago. [/ul] ----------------------------------- [/b][/color][/url] OF CAUTION TO THE WIND USING LYRICS FROM THE GOO GOO DOLLS SONG ALL EYES ON ME FEEL FREE TO CHANGE ANYTHING THAT YOU NEED TO CHANGE, BUT PLEASE DO NOT REMOVE THIS CREDIT OR I WILL HAVE TO SEND MY KILLER LEMMINGS AFTER YOU. PLEASE AND THANKYOU![/blockquote] [/ul] [/size][/spoiler] `DRAGAN NIKOLIC`!
`WHAT A SHAME WE ALL BECAME, SUCH FRAGILE, BROKEN THINGS!
[/b][/color] Dragan Nikolić NICKNAMES Dradra ; Dragon AGE Seventeen GENDER Male ETHNICITY Serbian GRADE Eleventh ; Junior SPECIAL ABILITY(s) make sure they're not taken. check rules for what you can do. HOW DID THEY FIGURE OUT? got depressed, angry at sometthing, etc;. [/ul] `THE MEMORY REMAINS, JUST A TINY SPARK! [/b][/color] + Vuk; a little red dragon plush, which reminds him very much about Vuk the Fiery Dragon, one of his favorite parts of his home country's mythology. + + + + + + + DRAGAN DISLIKES- Croatians; seriously, dragan hates them more than anything else in the world. he would rather avoid them at all costs then even cast a glance in their direction. - - - - - - - FEARS two fears QUIRKS two OVERALL PERSONALITY[/b] ▪ bullet points with 6 traits minimum with description for each or 430+ words. yeah, pretty lenghthy, but hey, you don't have to type a history. [/ul] `I GIVE IT ALL FOR THE OXYGEN, SO LET THE FLAMES BEGIN! [/font] `SO LET THE FLAMES BEGIN, OH GLORY! [/b][/color] Rochelle NICKNAMES Icy, Belgie, you know. WHERE CAN WE CONTACT YOU? MSN, AIM, dA, Yahoo, PM, Chatango. WHERE DID YOU FIND US? Mystic Embers, back in the day~ [/ul] ----------------------------------- [/b][/color][/url] OF CAUTION TO THE WIND USING LYRICS FROM THE PARAMORE SONG LET THE FLAMES BEGIN FEEL FREE TO CHANGE ANYTHING THAT YOU NEED TO CHANGE, BUT PLEASE DO NOT REMOVE THIS CREDIT OR I WILL HAVE TO SEND MY KILLER LEMMINGS AFTER YOU. PLEASE AND THANKYOU![/blockquote] [/ul] [/size][/spoiler] |
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Post by Icy on Feb 5, 2012 23:00:49 GMT -5
1. Introduction 2. Love 3. Light 4. Dark 5. Seeking Solace 6. Break Away 7. Heaven 8. Innocence 9. Drive 10. Breathe Again 11. Memory 12. InsanityIts been a while, the younger woman mused idly, drawing the pictures in the sand. It has been a long, long while since Zsalysk died, the gold's pattern starting to fade from her mind bit by bit every day. She couldn't help it, though; the wher was her life, keyword being was. When the zombies came, mostly when she was all by herself with the gold, and none else, they came for her. Though, that was when the gold stepped out in front of the woman, teeth bared and crouched in a lioness position.
"Are you crazy, Zsalysk?"
Not crazy. Zsalysk's run when Zsalysk says, yes?
"But-"
Run. Will hold off as long as can. And with that, the wher lunged at the advancing zombies, tail whacking a nearby one in the gut, and her teeth sinking deep into another's throat. Zsalya stood there, a bit dumbfounded, before running away from the diseased, and ultimately, her lifemate. She couldn't bare to wipe away the tears in her eyes, though as her feet pounded on the hard earth, her only thoughts were to escape. Escape, and try to go back to Benden.
But could she really go back now, after leaving several turns previous? Not that she planned leaving, no- it was accidental, she never meant to leave. Someone took her away- yes, that was all it was. Just an abduction, ahaha..
Taking her mind away from the past, her thoughts focused upon the empty section of her heart, where her bond with Zsalysk should be. Though, it was absent, erased.. Like a bit of her soul was taken from her, just like her family was. Suddenly, laughter filled the tense air around her, the spear she had by her side becoming raised, in case of any sort of attack. This time, she'll be prepared- yes, she will avenge her wher's death, avenge what was taken away from her.
And thus, the laugh seemed to die, and a sort of light was upon her. Ah, one of those search parties, wasn't it? Twisting her lip into some sort of a mangled smirk, she raised her spear, brown eyes narrowed and furious.
"Zsalya will kill, Zsalya will kill," she warned with a light tone, and another laugh came from her lips. It seemed that the only part of her that was kind was gone, or fairly small. Zsalysk was gone, and she was ready to avenge her.
That was what a lifemate was to do, and she has stuck with it for a few turns now. She couldn't remember anything before Zsalysk died, not even her family- what their names were, she forgot all of it.
Eyes aflame, she turned off and away from the light, running away once again. Running, running.. running, to find a purpose, to find food, and to find the zombies that killed her soul.
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Character(s): Zsalya 13. Misfortune 14. Smile 15. Silence 16. Questioning 17. Blood The silence was unnerving, that much was certain. Yowls of war, the sound of claws scraping bone, the blood flowing from deep gashes on warriors' bellies; it all seemed to cease. Swift winds blew through the black molly's fur, sending chills down her spine, as well as a wave of anguish. This was a harsh battle for both Riverclan and Thunderclan, and what was the point of it all? Gorsestar led his Clan into this one, not Snowstar, and it pained her to think about what would have happened if one of the other Clans got involved.
No, that wouldn't be good- that would be absolutely awful. Thunderclan would have more weight on their shoulders, and as their deputy, she needed to stop this. Batnose's head whipped around toward the grey and white leader, who was heaving on his side, the medicine cat trying to patch him up. That tom went through lives quicker than he should be, and he was definitely going to be on his last after today. Then, she would become Batstar- no! He would have to wisen up sooner or later, right? Keeping Lightningstar's legacy at hand wasn't.. the right thing to do.
She tore her eyes away from her leader, seeing the white of bone from the tom's leg. It was disgusting, how this war has gone on for so long. The only thing she could think about now was her siblings, and thankfully, they weren't majorly injured. Blackclaw was tending to his wounds, as was Rookwhisker- and she was happy. Not for the battle that just happened, but that her brothers were safe and sound. They were all only forty moons, barely even senior warriors, but the way that warriors seemed to drop dead- it was shocking. The apprentices were being named warriors earlier than they should be. It wasn't.. working. They died first.
A sigh shook her burly body, her ears falling flat against her skull. It would be so much easier if Lightningstar and Froststar never argued at that one Gathering, moons before she was alive, then this wouldn't be happening. Batnose was a smart molly, she knew a great deal. She was crafty, and she knew what would happen due to these battles. Death, death, death; blood, bone, cracking of bodies against trees. It scared her to wits end, and she didn't know what to do about it-
"Batnose."
The sound of her name, and the voice it came from, made the black molly jump in place. Heatherstorm- the medicine cat. What in the name of Starclan did he need to say to her?
"Yes, Heatherstorm?" she asked, her green eyes meeting his own amber ones. He hesitated, casting a quick glance over at the leader's body. When he didn't reply, she took the silence as the worst case scenario. "Gorsestar's dead, isn't he?"
The grey tabby nodded quickly, a sigh escaping his maw. "I tried as much as I could. He lost too much blood, those Riverclanners took out too much of his leg. He wouldn't have been able to heal that leg, anyway." he explained, his ears perking up just barely as his apprentice, Peach-heart, stepped over their way. Her eyes were glazed over, infected from her apprenticeship as a warrior's apprentice.
"Good news, the warriors that were injured will live another day," the ginger and white molly stated, though the grave look on the deputy's and medicine cat's face told her everything else. "Gorsestar's dead, though. Batnose. You need to receive your nine lives as soon as possible." she added without thinking, then clamping her maw shut.
The black-furred molly sighed and nodded, her eyes turning back to Heatherstorm with a show of weakness. "Tomorrow. You two need to take care of the wounded, don't worry about me-"
"Your flank. Is bleeding." Peach-heart stated a bit harshly, dashing away quickly to grab a few cobwebs. She was back in the flash of an eye, and was immediately placing the cobwebs on her flank. "Just hold still for a little bit, okay? It shouldn't be infected, but do tell us if it opens again." she mewed, falling back into silence. Batnose chuckled a little, though sighed a bit deeper. Tomorrow night, she would head to Moonstone. Tomorrow night, she would be Batstar, leader of Thunderclan.
She was going to end this war. She would end this bloodshed. 18. Rainbow 19. Gray 20. Fortitude 21. Vacation 22. Mother Nature 23. Cat 24. No Time 25. Trouble Lurking 26. Tears 27. Foreign 28. Sorrow 29. Happiness 30. Under the Rain 31. Flowers 32. Night"You know, I could just kill you now. It isn’t that difficult.”
As the voice entered her ears, the Chronos member turned around, part of the way, until the other’s face was in sight. Up in the trees, though in her sight. Of course, it was covered by a mask, though it had a dark grin to it. The silver line of ‘S’ that was carved into the cheek gleamed in the small amount of moonlight that there was. The cresent moon looked down from above, the night sky as dark as her working clothes.
“You don’t think I know that?” she calmly stated back, loud enough for the other to hear her. “You don’t think that, every time I come outside, I can be killed by one of you?” The whole time she was speaking, the sweeper began to slowly slide down the side of the tree, though not risking another step. She still had a weapon, like the masked one did, and it was not going to risk anything.
“None of the others were assigned to you, I made sure of it.”
She turned again, this time, fully facing the other. Her hair wasn’t like it should be, like in world meetings. Instead, it was mostly down, the numeral of IV shown clearly tattooed onto her neck. Her almond-colored eyes glinted darkly in the moonlight, the choppy, dark bangs swinging in her face. The single braid that came down her back was intricate, and just seemed to match the outfit that the female Chronos members had to wear. All in all, she appeared deadly, and not many could guess who she was.
Though, Silver knew exactly who it was, when he first saw her face. Hence why he had to make sure that it was him that got rid of her, none of the others.
“Really, now? Is it because I could kill your little friends easier, or is it that you want me to join you?” He flinched, and that was the opportunity that the Number needed. As he was momentarily distracted, she moved from her standing position, quickly and as gracefully as she could, until she had the sweeper against the tree’s trunk, pinning his arms to the base.
“Aw, no faair, Four!” the sweeper mock-whined, a smirk crawling onto his lips behind the mask. “You know how to fight fair, so why don’tcha?” He winced as her grip tightened, a smile working its way onto her own face.
“You’re right, I do know how to fight fair, but I need to see who’s the one trying to kill me.” she seemed to purr, as if this was all just a game, one that she was the master of. He couldn’t move from his position, as of now, she moved her hands, one with the knife near his neck, the other near the mask. “Don’t you worry, it won’t hurt. I won’t kill you tonight either. Promise.”
With that said, her free hand removed the mask, and she couldn’t help but allow a smug look slide onto her face. It was always obvious in the beginning, though she needed to know it herself. She placed the cover-up back up onto his face, then sliding her index finger down the engraved ‘S’.
“I was hoping it wasn’t you, in all honesty.” The words were out of her mouth before she could think about it, and it made him jump, pushing her away from him.
“Do you have any idea what might happen, now that you know who I am! I could get myself killed, by Gold or Platinum or Brass-“
“Shut up, Silver. I won’t reveal your true status to Chronos.”
Those words caused his heart to stop for a brief second, as she really used his sweeper name, and not his real name. This meant something, but what was Four trying to do? As the light from the cresent moon shined, he couldn’t help but notice the faint traces of dawn, which caught him off guard. Yet again.
This time, though, she raised the mask and pressed her lips to his, a blush slowly creeping onto his cheeks. He had not expected that, to say the least, and there was so much they could be in trouble if caught- Though, he supposed this was a bit nice; yet, that was when she broke the kiss, setting the mask into place once again and backing up.
“I despise Chronos, ever so much. I could do anything to save your ass. If I could become part of the sweepers as well, I will; your leader just has to accept it.” she spoke slowly, turning around to face the trees again. “Think on it, I’d be happy to help you, Silver. It seems you need it, in order to get to Chronos.”
“Just, think on it for me, okay?”
With that, she ran, long and dark braid flowing behind her.
And for once, Silver wasn’t thinking about killing her anymore.
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Character(s): Chronos number IV; Sweeper Silver (from my fic idea Silent Sweeper Segregate.) 33. Expectations 34. Stars 35. Hold My Hand 36. Precious Treasure 37. Eyes With this disease, the eyes are always the first to go. That was what she saw at every twist and turn, every time she crossed over into a different country. The first she saw, it was a good friend of hers- Belgium, Emma. She was with her brother, keeping a tough composure, and greeting her. Yet, it was her gaze that caught her attention, and it shocked her. Those emerald eyes, those beautiful orbs of a forest, they were clouded, diluted- sightless. She had gasped in shock, though the blond nation was a bit.. sad. Filled with nothing but apology, that was what the Belgian was. Her brother- Netherlands, Jan- he was also blind, and it scared her. They told her it was the outcome of the apocalypse, and that whoever got the disease, they would be blinded until they died.
The next few days, she continued on, a old, tattered scarf covering her mouth and nose, sunglasses covering her eyes. She would stop at nothing until she actually found the one she was looking for. Of course, she was on the wrong continent, and it would take weeks before she could get into the right one. Even then, he might have moved to a different location, and her efforts would have been in vain. It did not matter to her, anymore, for as long as she was able to walk, she would keep herself going.
Weeks went by, and yes, she saw more nations in the wreckage of the world. Her papa, her caretaker for her early years, she did see- he was not alive, though, and it pained her to see his limp body being exposed to the elements. He only passed a few days earlier, she noticed, and he was beginning to rot. Again, it did not matter, only the fact that he was dead seemed to rattle her. It wasn't too awful, people died all the time, didn't they? She took to burying him a few miles from where she found him, under one of the last trees that was alive. She kept herself moving.
The next she found was, thankfully, still alive. She did not know him very well, but it was alright. The only thing she was scared of was the brunette's sightless crimson eyes, as well as his black-haired companion's green eyes that matched the blindness. She was not sure if this was a hallucination, but that was four people that became blind to the disease. The girl bid farewell to the Romanian and Bulgarian, and continued again, though in a more southernly direction.
She was beginning to starve herself, not seeing much of anything as far as food went. Once in a while did she find a trade market, and traded as much as possible. Her scarf ended up being traded for three cans of undetermined food particles, and did they even ask for her sunglasses. No, she told them, I will never give these up. She went on her way, passing through the nations of the Balkans, not seeing much of them, either. She made her way north again, and found herself in the eastern portion of Italy. Eventually, she found the dead bodied of the Italy brothers, and a sightless Spaniard that was taking to burying them. She passed through without another glance, and in her stomache, it was beginning to ache. Not of hunger, but of lonliness.
The great mountains of the Alps were a sight for sore eyes, and in her case, she was glad to be able to see them. Winter was on the horizon, she realized, and she did not have any winter clothes, save a coat she scavenged off of a dead person. All she had to do now was survive, and that was what she was doing. Thankfully, she found a market near the base of the mountains, and for a full set of clothes, she had to trade her sunglasses. She shook her head, and they asked what she was planning on doing with the Alpines. I am looking for a friend, she told them, and I do not care if they are dead or alive. She ended up trading a can of food for the clothes, and they were large for her small, starving size. None the less, she kept moving.
Bitter cold winds and snow took her by surprise, yet this was a warmer winter than normal. Those heat flashes must have messed with the temperatures, as it seemed to be about ten degrees Celcius and snowing. Rigged breathing shook her foundation, and soon enough, she located a small cave, taking refuge in its cover. That was when she slept, and she didn't wake up until several days passed. The first thing her eyes laid sight upon was a snow blanket, though the temperature was still quite high. She was perplexed, and decided to head outside- the only thing she noticed was that there was nothing but a white sheet. Her body shook as she took another breath, this time, the smoke from a fire taking her attention. She couldn't see the flames, though- shouldn't she be seeing it by now?
A voice, a familiar one at that, made her spin around, and she lost her footing. A hand grabbed her coat, pulling her upright, though she couldn't see where the person was. What in the world was going on with her? Who are you? Where are you? She asked those questions, and a reassuring voice was there. The one she knew from a few world meetings, the one she was searching for. Where was he? Why couldn't she see him?
I tried to find you, she choked out her words, starting to sob uncontrollably, not to mention some coughs toward the ground. I tried to find you, and now I can't see where you are. Please, tell me where you are.
I'm right in front of you. Cecile, Sey, you can't see me, and I can't see you, either, he told her, and she shook her head in disbelieving. This isn't a dream. We got the sickness, the disease, and we're going to end up dead in a few days. At least stay with me until then.
Of course, Yong Soo. I didn't come this far just to lose you, she told him, and an arm wrapped around her shoulder. She leaned into him, and they barely moved from that spot. Their sightless brown eyes watched the mountains, and sure enough, there was absolutely nothing left to see, hear, taste, say, or feel. Not a single person that was still alive found their still forms, inside of the tiny cave, together for as long as the world would allow it. 38. Abandoned 39. Dreams 40. Rated 41. Teamwork 42. Standing Still 43. Dying 44. Two Roads 45. Illusion 46. Family 47. Creation 48. Childhood 49. Stripes 50. Breaking the Rules 51. Sport 52. Deep in Thought 53. Keeping a Secret
As the sun was beginning to rise above the mountain peaks, the small group of Chronos members stationed in Taiwan was beginning to search, look for any signs or clues that lead to the female nation's recent murder. All that the group knew was that, there was a lack of blood on the scene, though after x-rays, her insides were ruptured, causing her to bleed internally. This was just like with Iceland and Sweden a few months back, the same cause of death, no blood otherwise. This did cause several tears for number Seven, as he was related to Taiwan and all, though Four, Six, and Eight just kept on with their own thing.
Though, there was some sort of doubt starting to creep up into Four's stomach, the stench of death sweeping around her and clogging her senses. The night before brought chills to her spine, and it was almost like she knew that she was being watched. Then, and now, she felt like there were two eyes on the back of her neck, burning a hole right through. Though, when she turned around, no one was there, no eyes, nothing at all.
It was really getting on her nerves.
"Say," she began, turning toward the other Chronos woman with them, "do you really need me here right now? Its a bit harsh to handle- well, she was one of my friends before-"
"Go ahead, Four," Six interrupted, an empathetic smile on her lips. "We can take it from here." Grateful as can be, the younger girl exited the building, closing the door behind her before sprinting out of the area at full speed. The ground in front of her seemed to be the same as each footstep was planted, though when she reached the trees, she climbed up as quickly as she could. A few splinters got caught in her hand, pain seeming to sear through her, though she ignored it completely.
As soon as she reached the most steady, and highest, branch, she turned her legs over on one side, arm against the trunk of the tree. She pulled the bits out of her hands and tossed them down, the leaves protecting her from immediate view.
It was true; the death of Taiwan was a bit shocking, though she had a good feeling on which of the Sweepers it was. Probably Platinum or Gold, they normally worked together, by what she heard from Silver. One was the distraction, one was the killer; they were pretty strong themselves. It seemed to be the same with the rest of the sweepers: Copper and Iron worked together, Brass and Bronze did as well, but not as harmoniously. Silver was always alone in his kills, one of which being her best friend, Monaco.
She did hate him for that, it was certain, but she couldn't honestly blame him for it, either. A sigh escaped her lips, seeming to collapse against the side of the tree. It was really difficult keeping this information from Chronos, though she had to, for the other team's sake. Both teams killed nations, though Chronos was more onto the micronations: just the week before, the Kingdom of Lovely ceased to exist, thanks to her and Two.
God, this was getting annoying. When were Chronos and the Sweeper Alliance going to just, meet at a common ground, get along, for once? Pulling her braid back out from behind her and into her view, she twirled the edges and each bundle with her thumbs, then reaching the ribbon and bow that tied it together. Running her finger over the fabric of the bright, brick red bow, she almost didn't hear the rustle of tree branches behind her, followed by a loud grunt.
Immediately, she leapt off of the branch, just as the knife whisked past her ear, followed by angered curses by the one that threw it. Landing with a slight pain in her feet, she turned around, and was soon face-to-face with one of the Sweeper Alliance.
"Four, I presume?"
"Oui, that's me." she replied, eyes subtly glancing over by the other's cheek. A platinum engraved 'P' was in the place of where Silver's 'S' would be, and that was when she knew, this was the main leader.
"Wonderful. Platinum, nice to finally meet the one about to join our ranks."
That was when the world stopped breathing. Surprise was apparent on her features, and a dash of confusion to boot. "So, you mean-"
"Welcome to the Alliance, Pearl."
Word count: 751
Character(s): Chronos numbers IV, VI, VII, VIII; Sweeper leader Platinum (apart of Silent Sweepers Solution)
54. Tower 55. Waiting 56. Danger Ahead 57. Sacrifice 58. Kick in the Head 59. No Way Out 60. Rejection 61. Fairy Tale 62. Magic 63. Do Not Disturb 64. Multitasking 65. Horror 66. Traps 67. Playing the Melody 68. Hero 69. Annoyance 70. 67% 71. Obsession 72. Mischief Managed 73. I Can't 74. Are You Challenging Me? 75. Mirror 76. Broken Pieces 77. Test 78. Drink 79. Starvation 80. Words There was something about that day that seemed.. off. Not off in a lovely way, either. He knew that there was something going on with Cecile, though there was something that was off-putting about her. She didn't seem to want to speak to him, and he had no idea why that was. A sigh escaped the Korean Prince's lips, changing into the tiger form that he took on for the last few decades. It was all so familiar to him, the scents of the jungle, the crisp wind that whipped the fur around his face. Even the lack of his sister made him seem a bit.. relaxed. It almost made the tiger wish to go to sleep.
No. he scolded himself, shaking his large head before trotting off after the scent of the girl he grew to know. She was fairly easy to find, her scent trail wasn't quite faint yet, sitting near the edge of the waterfall with her feet in the bank. She looked.. lovely, from a distance. He hesitated, his left ear swiviling to catch the noises of any stray tigers. When he was positive that there was no one around, he stepped forward, switching back into the human form that seemed foreign.
"... Cecile? Is everything okay?" he asked, closing the distance by sitting beside her, legs criss-crossed. He would have loved to place his own feet into the water, except for that one fact of him hating everything to do with water. But the girl did not need to know that, she would just taunt him for days on end. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he barely even noticed that she began to speak.
"I suppose its okay. We broke the first part of the curse, you have six hours to be a man." She paused, turning her head and full attention onto the black-haired prince. Her eyes- they seemed like a mixture of colors, though the one that stood out the most was the brown. It was light, energetic- it was almost as though he could understand her by looking into her eyes. He shook himself out of it, though; there was no need to start this now.
"Though, I have a feeling that I need to get back to France soon. School's starting soon, and I need to get home. Francis must be worried sick about me." she admitted, a sigh escaping her lips. He froze, turning his head to the side a bit, trying not to blush. Why is this so difficult? I just wanted to talk to her, and now I'm getting flustered-
"Yong Soo?" Her voice broke his stupor, his attention fully onto the darker-skinned girl. She seemed to be agitated, and.. resisting. But what was she trying to hold back? A laugh? Sure, taunt the prince, he deserves it. Yet.. she didn't seem like she would do that. It seemed like a different kind of resisting, the same he was: proclamations.
"I'm fine, that sounds great. I'm sure you'll do fine in France. I hope you have a great time with your freshman year." he stated, giving a wide grin. No, don't leave, please don't. He wanted to say, though the words.. they could not get out of his throat. She seemed to get upset for a brief second before taking her feet out of the water and getting up. His eyes followed her actions, and she began to leave.
"I see my words are lost on you. I'm going to get ready for the trip home. I'll see you later." she rasped, starting to run before he could react. Dumbfounded, he got to his feet, though stopped as he took one step in her direction. 'I see my words are lost on you.'? What did I do? he thought, changing into the tiger. He contemplated following, though ultimately deciding to lay on the ground. In a matter of minutes, he was asleep, yet the unease crept through his belly. I said no words, yet she's.. upset.. at me. 81. Pen and Paper 82. Can You Hear Me? 83. Heal 84. Out Cold 85. Spiral 86. Seeing Red 87. Food 88. Pain - here89. Through the Fire 90. Triangle 91. Drowning 92. All That I Have [/b][/ul] There is a single scream, one that sent shivers down the one nation's spine. Though, that single scream he knew; and of course, that meant something happened. Though, with what the world has submerged itself in, how could a moment pass without some sort of event? No matter, that scream, that sound, it was just painful to hear. Not even caring about any consequences afterward, the nation ran from his position, hearing a stern shout after him, toward the direction of the scream. Though, when he did stop, it was at the appearance of the camp that the African nation used to have. Well, used to have, as in, right now? A harsh fire was raging, and as the crackle of flames could still be heard around him, his eyes were not upon the blaze, but the body near the cinders. Cecilia. No, the male thought, No, she can't be dead. She's a nation; nations don't die.. Though, that was what the island nation in front of him was. Dead, burned, shot; he could still see the blood welling up from a single bullet's mark in her chest. That must have been what the scream was for; the fire, must not have come in until later on, or else she would have run away. Cecilia didn't enjoy this situation, or, used to not.. But was she really dead? Without thinking anything through, he quickly pulled the island nation out of the cinders and of the path of the flames, ignoring the bit of blood that made its way onto his hands. No, she wasn't dead- she couldn't be dead. In the glare of the flames, something caught the male's attention; some sort of folded-up paper, just barely burnt at the edges, tied around by the ribbons that she normally wore. She.. wasn't planning this, was she? Biting his lip, he took the slip from her hand, noting how quickly her skin was getting chilled, and unwrapped the bows from it. Setting them to the side, his hands fumbled over the delicate folds as he tried to open it, and eventually, he had it. As his eyes glances over the writing, he recognized the handwriting as her own, and it appeared to be rushed, like it was just then jotted down. Well.. it seemed that this was somewhat planned, and that she knew about this beforehand. But, how- wait, why would she do this? Why? The Korean bit his bottom lip, to keep himself from crying out, though the note and ribbons were the last thing he had. The only thing left from her, and the last memory before she would be gone. Yet, what he didn't see was the last words on the other side, though he would eventually. I love you, Im Yong Soo. I will miss you, so much. word count; 471 plus 83 (for letter) = 554 words
character(s) used; Seychelles, South Korea [/spoiler] 93. Give Up 94. Last Hope 95. Advertisement 96. In the Storm 97. Safety First 98. Puzzle 99. Solitude 100. Relaxation |
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Post by Icy on Oct 12, 2012 16:27:58 GMT -5
On the Wings of an Angel
a warriors fanfiction: preparation
CHARACTERS, MAIN:
ALLEGIANCES
THUNDERCLAN
Leader:
Deputy:
Medicine Cat:
Medicine Cat Apprentice:
Warriors:
Apprentices:
Queens:
Kits:
Elders:
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RIVERCLAN
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Deputy:
Medicine Cat:
Medicine Cat Apprentice:
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SHADOWCLAN
Leader:
Deputy:
Medicine Cat:
Medicine Cat Apprentice:
Warriors:
Apprentices:
Queens:
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WINDCLAN
Leader:
Deputy:
Medicine Cat:
Medicine Cat Apprentice:
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