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RaRaRasputin OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 259 |
Posted: Mon, 05/05/2025 22:45 (6 Days ago) |
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"Was it any wonder the Grandiloquy were such empty, hollow people? Ordinary people passed their lives rewarded by the occasional brush with sensory delight, and these brief joys motivated them to endure struggles to find further joy, made all the more satisfying for having been hard-won. The Grandiloquy, on the other hand, led lives saturated by the rewards they unrestrainedly granted themselves, and they struggled not at all. They squandered fortunes, knowing their wealth could not be exhausted. They intoxicated themselves, knowing the damage could be healed. They lived amid intense beauty, but their appreciation of it was dulled by how easily and often they came by it. When everything was gifted, nothing had value." -- By S.J Kincaid Age: 25 Side (Arcadia/Eden): Arcadian Occupation: Thorne bodyguard Powers: Ice magic- Nox is an expert in ice abilities, being able to create icy shields, lower the temperatures of small rooms, and even freeze blood (although it means consuming all her mana). But she finds that using trickery is far less work than fighting a long battle against her opponent. She normally summons an innocent field of crystal looking flowers, that explode in an array of icy shards on command, the flowers are sensitive to the mana of others Physical Capabilities: Having been forced to go through rigorous training, Nox is a very adequate fighter, but what sets her apart from past bodyguards is her sensitivity to mana detection. She is very good at sensing powers, which can make her on edge when stuck in crowded rooms. She also has good diplomatic skills. Over the years spent working for the family, she has been forced to learn basic politics. But she doesn't partake in decisions-- mostly because that means negotiation, and she sucks at conversation Weaknesses: Fire or heat type abilities are a challenge for Nox that she normally loses against. She also sucks at conversation and can be very awkward. Crowded rooms also make her uncomfortable, since she is good at sensing magical abilities Motivation: The Thorne family has everything to benefit and nothing to lose by forcing Nox to compete in the games in their place. They don't risk spilling family blood, and get the honor of her achievements. If she somehow loses, they can argue they were "weeding out the weak one's." Nox is aware of all of this, while it annoys her to be a simple pawn, it's an easier pill to swallow knowing she'll get a lot of money from them if she is successful in winning the games Deepest Fear: Losing everything she has worked so hard to obtain, or lacking control of a situation. She likes to have a partial hand in everything, and gets anxious when things don't go the way she plans Personality: Loyal to the core. Nox doesn't talk much out of professional habit, only speaking when she is spoken to. She is also self-aware, not ignorant to the fact that the family believes she is beneath them, and that she is replaceable if she makes too many mistakes. She is aware of the dehumanization of the Dan in her name, symbolizing servitude to the Thorne family. Despite a mountain of reasons to be swayed against the family, money talks, and despite the Dan in her name, she is still a honorary member of the Thorne family, and has more societal power than most Eden people. She is a realist, and very nonchalant. She see's and treats everything like a job, no matter what it is, she is nothing but a lapdog to the Thorne family. Despite the stick up her you-know-what attitude, she has a secret fondness for cute animals, sweets, and petty drama; a side she is rarely allowed to show. Appearance: She has white hair, cut short into a pixie cut. Her cold, calculating eyes are an unusual shade of gold. She stands at about 5'9, and has a fairly muscular build. She normally wears a suit to blend in amongst high society, as most people in her profession do. She is required to stuff a purple cloth with a silver fox in her pocket- another way to show her servitude to the Thorne family. She always wears a cloth mask that covers her mouth to hide her identity when on the job, but goes without it during public appearances. She doesn't give her enemies... Or allies, anything to work with Palpad?: Yes [Read more] |
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RaRaRasputin OFFLINE Forum Posts: 259 |
Posted: Sat, 03/05/2025 03:28 (9 Days ago) |
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TW: slight violence and mention of death- In mere months, a sickness had seemed to spread across the country. Fear consumed those who heard about the spreading massacres that started in San Francisco. Strangers, who would once chat politely with one another in passing now cast suspicious glares at eachother. Families became inseparable, the thought of leaving them to do the regular tedious tasks of normal life felt like walking out into a battle field. Mia, Caleb and Aspen spent more time together than ever. They spent their days gathered in the safety of their coffee shop before spending their nights huddled in Mia's apartment- since she had the largest apartment and they no longer wanted to live alone. Like most small businesses, they rarely were open for service. After hearing horror stories of the spreading massacres, they had decided to board up their windows and add extra locks to their doors. Nearby, cops and paranoid members of their community worked overtime trying to roam the streets, keeping an eye out for unusual behavior. A hushed tension seemed to hang in the air. Nobody felt truly safe. The three gathered in the tiny sitting area of their coffee shop, playing with cards wordlessly. They all had a silent agreement to spend their days simply listening. Like any other day, it was quiet, other than the occasional shouting. They all tried to not worry. Surly they would find a cure soon, a cure for whatever this was. Then the murders would end. A blood curling scream rose from within the air. Making all three snap up and stare at the boarded cracks within the window. Slowly, they all rose as the sounds of screams, gunfire, and shouting seemed to intensify. The three of them held eachother as minutes pass without an end, tears streaming down their faces as the sounds seemed to get closer. They all screamed as a body slammed into the window. Glass shatters against the boards, and while their barricade held strong, it seemed to creak under the person's bodyweight. Again, the body slams against it and an inhuman shriek follows. The three realize it quickly- the barricade is not going to hold. Caleb steadily moves ahead of them, a harsh anger in his eyes that Aspen has never witnessed. He grabs the hammer that they had used to set up the barricade. He raises an arm up as the body continues to slam into the barricade until a board finally snaps and a hand shoots through the barricade. A scream fires out of Caleb as he slams the hammer down onto the arm. The arm quickly retreats, giving Caleb a moment to see through the busted barricade before two arms appear in it's place. Whatever Caleb saw causes him to step back startled. He stands still, suddenly tense. He ignores their questions for a moment before he turns, smiling at them. "You guys trust me right?" He asks. "Take the keys, go to the car and leave this city. You should be safe taking the back way if you hurry" he explains. He ignores their demands for an answer. "I will be right behind you" he says calmly. He laughs and it almost looks like a tear has fallen down his face. But he turns away before they could confirm. "I love you two, I'm not going to let you fight this alone. I'm just giving you a head start." Another board breaks as two people furiously kick at the barricade, snapping their attention away. "GO!" He screams. The two take off, but they don't make it far when a third board snaps followed by Caleb's horrified and pained scream. Mia nearly shoves Aspen out the backdoor before slamming it shut. She practically drags Aspen away from the sight. Caleb was Aspen's childhood friend. Mia had joined the group later. She was a few years older than the two of them. She had always been stronger, sharper, braver. It shows now, amongst the chaos, she manages to shake it off and think on her feet. "We have to go back we have to-!" Aspen is cut short by Mia, who roughly grabs Aspen's shoulders, her gaze serious. "I know! I know!" Mia shouts. "I know how you feel, but we have to-" she winces, swallowing a sob. "We can't! We have to keep going, I'm sorry Aspen!" She shouts over the sounds of violence. Somehow, Aspen's legs comply, keeping up with Mia's pace as the two race towards their shared vehicle. Screams sound from all around them. But to their relief, the car is in sight. Aspen gets in the driver seat, and Mia races to the passenger seat, but she doesn't make it halfway before suddenly freezing. "Stop!" A voice screams out. It was a man, and he was holding onto a large gun. Aspen recognizes him, realizing he was the kind man who always surprised his wife with a fresh pastry made by Caleb. Now, he was one of the paranoid, constantly looking for enemies that weren't there. His gaze was far from kind. He glares at the two. "Give me the car, now!" He demands. "We can all escape together, just calm down" Mia replies with a surprising amount of ease. But the man doesn't listen. He shakes his head and with a furious roar he points the weapon towards Aspen, which makes Mia visibly tense. But a heartbeat later, she relaxes. "Aspen" she says gently. "Aspen, I am sorry to ask you to do this. But please, do one thing for me" she glances towards Aspen and smiles. "Go on without me, please, don't die!" She shouts before lounging towards the man. Grabbing for the gun as he turns towards Mia and fires. It takes her a moment to realize what just happened, to get herself to move. It wasn't until the man, Mia's murderer, starts to move towards the drivers side door, gun in hand, that finally makes her move. She quickly reverses the car. Driving off as bullets pelt the vehicle. She had managed to just barley escape. The massacre was quickly building behind her, her two loved ones. Now gone. Why didn't I do more? What if they're still alive? What if- "What if? What if?" Aspen mumbles gently as tears stream down her face. It had been years since she had thought about that day. But it still hurt, as if it had happened yesterday. Whispers of safety had driven her towards what many consider a safe haven, but without them, she could never truly feel at home. What came about their families? They all lived in Washington before moving to Colorado. Were they safe? Lowering her head onto her arms, Aspen allows herself to cry. Many years had passed and these wounds refused to heal, and they likely never would. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 03/05/2025 02:57 (9 Days ago) |
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Character name: Aspen Graves Hometown: Denver, Colorado Age: 40 Gender: Female Appearance: She has a muscular build from the hardships of fighting to survive, and a pixie cut to keep hair out of her face- it's also incredibly easy to maintain (who wants to worry about long hair in the middle of an apocalypse?) Her natural hair color is brown, shown through fading pink hair. Aspen's guilty pleasure is dyeing it pink on the rare times she manages to find it from broken down stores. Aspen normally wears a tank top with a dark waterproof jacket over it and jeans. She has multiple cartilage piercings in her left ear and a sleeve of flower tattoos along her right arm. Personality: A soft spoken and kind girl. She lacks real survival instincts, instead using rather flawed, TV and book logic... although it can't be that flawed considering the fact she managed to survive for this long. She worked at a coffee shop owned by her friends. The three spent their days peacefully working together. They all thought they had the perfect life, until the outbreak caused their deaths. Aspen barley escaped with her life and now resides with other survivors, following them to what she can only hope is safety. Crushed by the deaths of her friends, she only has a locket with their picture and memories of their time together to remember them by. Weapon(s): Cross bow and a switch blade Other: Asexual Can I add you to a GC with everyone else in the RP?: Yes [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 24/04/2024 02:31 (1 Year ago) |
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As the elevator doors opened up, Dakota was unable to hide her excitement as she gazed around the residence hall. She almost missed Dezerae's question. Am I overthinking this? Or does Dezerae believe that the other models would consider leaving? What could possibly drive them away from here? "I imagine it would be" Dakota responds slowly. "But with enough support, a withering flower can be saved" she adds cheerfully. Jumping slightly at a familiar chime, Dakota risks glancing at her phone, shooting Dezerae an apologetic look first. "Aww, Estella is so sweet for this" Dakota says with a small smile. "I'm already loving the positive work environment." She notes the dress code and slips her phone back into her pocket. "Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to guide me here" she says respectfully, more out of concern than general politeness- she probably shouldn't be rudely looking at her phone in front of her superior so early on in her employment. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 21/04/2024 19:09 (1 Year ago) |
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Posted: Fri, 12/04/2024 14:25 (1 Year ago) |
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Moving a hand to her shoulder, a failed attempt to hide the tattoo, Dakota's smile falters slightly at Dezerae's initial words as she once again returns her gaze to the tattoo and for a moment, Dakota feels a need to verbally defend herself, but the feeling vanishes at Dezerae's final statement. "Oh" she manages to say, uncharacteristically shocked; but pleased that Dezerae approved her look. "Thank you, I look forward to working with your team. I will work my hardest to further the reputation of Illusion Studios" Dakota mumbles professionally, lowering her head slightly to mask her embarrassment. As Dakota follows Dezerae, she can't help but glance up at the framed pictures that line the hallways. Dakota's initial self consciousness fades away and is returned by her determined feeling from earlier. She would make a name for herself here. No matter what it takes. Her attention is again drawn to Dezerae when she speaks. A proud smile fills Dakota's face, "their fates are already decided. This may be a stepping stone for them, but I intend to remain here and reach new heights. Some may flourish in new soils, but if one thing is certain, I won't wither away here." Nodding in agreement, Dakota moves to stand next to Dezerae, taking note on what floor is the living quarters. She relaxes slightly, happy to have a few moments to adjust to her new life before she'll be meeting her other co-workers. [Read more] |
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Posted: Tue, 09/04/2024 15:26 (1 Year ago) |
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She spots movement in the corner of her eye, a flock of aspiring models eyes her from a distance with a hint of jealousy upon their faces. Ah, so they heard about me being hired. Word must spread fast around here. A small part of Dakota was tempted to gloat, but she knew it wouldn't be a good look for her, especially considering the fact that she was going to be welcomed by the Dezerae Li. So instead, Dakota fixes a kind smile on her face, waving towards the group before dropping her hand to her side. It took everything she had to not cross her arms, a desperate attempt to soothe her nerves... Okay, maybe she was a bit nervous. Breathing out a held breath, Dakota adjusts her stance and returns her gaze towards the pictures. She had no reason to be nervous, afterall, she was chosen over all the other applicants. She made it, so she should be looking ahead. Optimistic thoughts- how long would it be before she had a picture of herself in this lobby? Newfound determination kicks in and Dakota finds herself wondering about the other models. She was about to live with these prestigious figures. Would they like her? Were they nice? She was no fool, she knew there would be competition, but surely they could at least bond over their new stressful life. Regardless, Dakota could flourish in any situation, mark her words, this would be no different. She'll do whatever it takes to succeed. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 04/04/2024 00:01 (1 Year ago) |
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Dakota Thorne  (Thank you Immortes for finding this picture) 22 | Female | She/her | Asexual [ Introduction ] Dakota is on the lower end in terms of profit and wages, but is somewhat popular. Her style is centered around what the average person can reasonably afford. Modeling styles of clothing that are meant to be comfortable, yet look extremely stylish. Her styles are somewhat cheap compared to other models, which most certainly makes her stand out compared to others. While her not-so-unique styles don't make her stand out, she most stands out by how she treats those who look up to her. She always jumps at opportunities to interact with her fanbase, taking selfies with them and attempting to have general small talk with them whenever possible. [ Appearance ] Dakota stands at around 5'2 and typically is seen wearing stylish joggers, crop tops, and sweaters. Her crop tops and sweaters always hang off her left shoulder to expose her tattoo. She likes to wear jewelry, sporting multiple rings on her fingers and long earrings on her ears. Dakota has pale skin and pixie cut with black hair. She has dark green eyes and is somewhat frail. Dakota has a small piercing on her nose and a rose tattoo that sits on her shoulder and extends to her neck and lower arm. Although it's usually covered or photoshopped out of pictures. [ Personality ] Dakota is very sweet and interactive, at least in the eye of the public. In private, she is quiet, and seems to keep to herself, really only listening to others and not always interacting with people first. She appears to be a shoulder to lean on. Her relaxed nature draws people in and she doesn't hesitate to help others. It's no secret that competition is high at Illusion Studios, if needed Dakota won't hesitate to use her influence to slander others. Make fun of her? She'll discreetly tell her followers to make your newest style flop, sometimes blaming it on your enemy for some extra fun. [ About: Gossip ] Dakota lives for gossip, or as she describes it, tea. The hotter the better. Dakota will do whatever she can to hear any kind of gossip. From allowing her fans to vent to her about a toxic relationships, to lending an ear to her fellow coworkers when there is a dispute between them. Dakota's need for drama goes far beyond what is normal for the average person. Dakota will do whatever she can to stir drama, even if it involves creating it herself. Manipulative to the core, secrets aren't always safe with Dakota. In the name of creating drama she will reveal dark secrets or just plainly make things up. If it comes down to it, she won't hesitate to publicly slander another model, especially if it's one that is less appreciated in the eye of the public. But you can bet that Dakota will do whatever she can to appear innocent to all. Afterall, the tea isn't as nice when it's splashed on her. [ Additional Info ] Dakota loves sweets and coffee. To Dakota, there is nothing better than relaxing in bed with a slice of coffee cake and a hot mocha. It fills the soul if she lacks her fix of drama. [Read more] |
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External Appearance Armament: The Leviathan has two massive harpoons, meant to slam into enemy ships and drag them closer to the ship. Escape from them is extremely difficult and dangerous. The harpoons are built in such a way that forced release could cause massive damage to the ship. Likewise, if it's too dangerous to stay harpooned onto the ship, the Leviathan can easily release them, only leaving behind minor damage to the enemy ship. On top of that, the Leviathan has massive, rotating spears near the harpoons so it can pierce and cut into other ships that get fully roped in. Finally, the Leviathan has a two canons, in the chance that they cannot harpoon their enemies in Hull Color: Gunmetal gray with silver and blue paint running along the hull to look like scales. There is minor damage still littered on the ship that will never be fixed and instead, showed off like a badge of honor Hull Length: 95 Meters Figurehead, If Present: A snarling water dragon, it's eyes glowing with the powerful Majik stones- stolen from destroyed Majik ships. It's teeth are red and rumored to be from a ritual that the crew does. After taking over a ship, they kill the captain and smear their blood on the fangs. In reality it's just paint- and oftentimes, they leave the captain alive to fearfully continue to spread rumors of their "terrifying power" Command Style: Closed wheelhouse Internal Information Crew Size: Due to united hatred against hybrid ships, one can't exactly leave the hybrid ship, it's also dangerous and difficult to accept new members. Because of this, about 35 people reside on the Leviathan... Don't overlook their small numbers though, every member is a seasoned fighter with years of experience... Some have even more experience than Sif herself Cargo Space: Approximately 1700 sq. Meters across all decks too?? (To keep living and comfort up, it takes up a lot of space) Brig Space: The Leviathan usually takes no prisoners. On the rare occasions they do, they are simply guarded in the corner of a living area Living Accommodations: Grand- again, hybrid ships are the united enemies of the sea. Other than surviving, there has to be more insensitive to take the risk of being a hybrid ship. Past captain's of the Leviathan pride themselves on great living conditions. It helps that they raid each ship they bring down, so they always have lots of nice clothes, medicine, blankets, soap, ect. On top of that, they have a secret wine cabinet which is reserved for special occasions- due to the difficulty of finding it. All other drinks are freely allowed to be shared whenever Statistics Maximum Speed: Due to the ship being smaller and lighter than most ironclad ships, it can top out around 40 knots Maximum Carry Weight: About 750 tons Maximum Armor: The metal of the ship is light, but obviously, heavier than wood, it can withstand more hits, but not by much. So it heavily relies on the shield. The majika shield can withstand one hit every ten seconds but it slowly regenerates, needing about fifteen seconds to regenerate without help from the crew Minimum Armor: Viewing points on the top deck have zero protection, making it one of the riskiest places to work. The wheelhouse also has minimal protection. While the majika shield is regenerating, the ship itself is vulnerable to large blasts [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 13/01/2024 16:25 (1 Year ago) |
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TW: slight violence and mention of death- In mere months, a sickness had seemed to spread across the country. Fear consumed those who heard about the spreading massacres that started in San Francisco. Neighbors, who would once stand at their mailboxes chatting politely together now cast suspicious glares at eachother. Families became inseparable, the thought of leaving them to do the regular tedious tasks of normal life felt like walking out into a battle field. Mia, Caleb and ~-~ spent more time together than ever. They spent their days gathered in the safety of their coffee shop before spending their nights huddled in Mia's apartment- since she had the largest apartment and they no longer wanted to live alone. Like most small businesses, they rarely were open for service. After hearing horror stories of the spreading massacres, they had decided to board up their windows and add extra locks to their doors. Nearby, cops worked overtime trying to roam the streets, keeping an eye out for unusual behavior. A hushed tension seemed to hang in the air. Nobody felt truly safe. The three gathered in the tiny sitting area, playing with cards wordlessly. They all had a silent agreement to spend their days simply listening. Like any other day, it was quiet, other than the occasional shouting. They all tried to not worry. Surly they would find a cure soon, a cure for whatever this was. Then the murders would end. A blood curling scream rose from within the air. Making all three snap up and stare at the boarded cracks within the window. Slowly, they all rose as the sounds of screams, gunfire, and shouting seemed to intensify. The three of them held eachother as minutes pass without an end, tears streaming down their faces as the sounds seemed to get closer. They all screamed as a body slammed into the window. Glass shatters against the boards, and while their barricade held strong, it seemed to creak under the person's bodyweight. Again, the body slams against it and an inhuman shriek follows. The three realize it quickly- the barricade is not going to hold. Caleb steadily moves ahead of them, a harsh anger in his eyes that ~-~ has never witnessed. He grabs the hammer they had used to set up the barricade. He raises an arm up as the body continues to slam into the barricade until a board finally snaps and a hand shoots through the barricade. A scream fires put of Caleb as he slams the hammer down on the arm. The arm quickly retreats, giving Caleb a moment to see through the busted barricade before two arms appear in it's place. Whatever Caleb saw causes him to step back startled. He stands still, suddenly tense. He ignores their questions for a moment before he turns, smiling at them. "You guys trust me right?" He asks. "Take the keys, go to the car and leave this city. You should be safe taking the back way if you hurry" he explains. He ignores their demands for an answer. "I will be right behind you" he says calmly. He laughs and it almost looks like a tear has fallen down his face. But he turns away before they could confirm. "I love you two, I'm not going to let you fight this alone. I'm just giving you a head start." Another board breaks as two people furiously kick at the barricade, snapping their attention away. "GO!" He screams. The two take off, but they don't make it far when a third board snaps followed by Caleb's horrified and pained scream. Mia nearly shoves ~-~ out the backdoor before slamming it shut. She practically drags ~-~ away from the sight. Caleb was ~-~'s childhood friend. Mia had joined the group later. She was a few years older than the two of them. She had always been stronger, sharper, braver. It shows now, amongst the chaos, she manages to shake it off and think on her feet. "We have to go back we have to-!" ~-~ is cut short by Mia, who grabs ~-~'s face, her gaze suddenly serious. "I know! I know!" Mia shouts. "I know how you feel, but we have to-" she grimaces, swallowing a sob. "We can't! We have to keep going, I'm sorry ~-~!" She screams. Somehow, ~-~'s legs comply, keeping up with Mia's pace as the two race towards their shared vehicle. Screams sound from all around them. But to their relief, the car is in sight. ~-~ gets in the driver seat, and Mia races to the passenger seat, but she doesn't make it halfway before suddenly freezing. "Stop!" A voice screams out. It was a man, and he was holding onto a large gun. He glares at the two. "Give me the car, now!" He demands. "We can all escape together, just calm down" Mia replies with a surprising amount of ease. But the man doesn't listen. He shakes his head and with a furious roar he points the weapon towards ~-~, which makes Mia visibly tense. But a heartbeat later, she relaxes. "~-~" she says gently. "~-~, I am sorry to ask you to do this. But please, do one thing for me" she glances towards ~-~ and smiles. "Go on without me, please, don't die!" She shouts before lounging towards the man. Grabbing for the gun as he turns towards Mia and fires. It takes her a moment to realize what just happened, to get herself to move. It wasn't until the man, Mia's murderer, starts to move towards the drivers side door, gun in hand, that finally makes her move. She quickly reverses the car. Driving off as bullets pelt the vehicle. She had managed to just barley escape. The massacre was quickly building behind her, her two loved ones. Now gone. Why didn't I do more? What if they're still alive? What if- "What if? What if? Why?" Aspen mumbles gently as tears stream down her face. It had been years since she had thought about that day. But it still hurt, as if it had happened yesterday. Whispers of safety had driven her to this place, but without them, she could never truly feel at home. What came about their families? They all lived in Washington before moving to Colorado. Were they safe? Lowering her head onto her arms, Aspen allows herself to cry. Almost twenty years had passed and these wounds refused to heal. They would probably never heal. [Read more] |
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