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[center This is my place to dump shit and save partially written responses, so if you're in a roleplay with me don't look or you'll get spoilers.

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Garden of Eden
Seaside Secrets
Homophobia (?)
Army of Us

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Salem's Sins
Purgatory's Game
Colorless
[i We're Alive
Saving Earth
The Key to My Heart]
House Hollymore
[i Shimen Soka
Enthrone]
Disturbia
Really, Another Zombie Story
A Queen Needs A King

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[size8 Inspired by Darcy]

Routes Explained;
[size10 How I feel about the character in general, where I see the story going. [b Subject to change].]

[b Route A;] A good ending
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[http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=400047 Alina Starkov] - Route A
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[http://rp.eliteskills.com/vc.php?c=398791 Clark Durand] - Route C
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[Inconsolata [size15 Jon was in the midst of picking at his salted pork when he felt Nymeria's hand cover his own. He looked up towards her and found her head tilted slightly as she spoke.

"[+grey I know the things that have been done to your family, Jon and I am truly sorry for that. I will behead every last Lannister for you and your family, I promise you that,]" Nymeria said, a deadly look in her eye. Jon had to admit, he appreciated the sentiment, though he had no qualms with [i a few] of the Lannisters. In truth, he had more of a problem with the Freys, as they were the cause of Robb and Lady Catelyn's deaths. However, he kept his mouth shut as Nymeria continued to speak. "[+grey I am so sorry for bringing your family up. I shouldn't have done that, knowing what had happened. I just wanted to know more about you since you know so much about me.]"
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[font "Tahoma" [i Running.

She had to run. Her chest was tight, breathing labored, a stitch in her side. This was more running than she had done in a long while. What was she running from again? It was best not to risk losing momentum by looking back. However, judging by the low growl sounding behind her, it was likely to be one of the aggressive leopards native to her home. The predatory feline let out a loud yowl and then came the -

pounce.]

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Rani awoke, a cold sweat dripping down her forehead. Her chest was heaving, and she felt as though she had run a marathon in her sleep. The memories of the [s [font "Tahoma" dream]] nightmare had quickly faded from her mind, leaving only the adrenaline pumping through her veins as evidence that it had happened. She pulled the silk duvet away from her body and slid out of bed, slipping her feet into luxurious fluffy slippers that were laid at the side of her bed.
  ouroboros / 4d 21h 13m 44s
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It had been five years since Siobhan had been abandoned by her family. Five years without her father, five years without her brother and sister. Five years in the orphanage. Five years alone.

Siobhan had volunteered at St. Vincent's Home for Lost Children in the slums of Monochrome City for four years before her family left. As such, she had grown rather close with the children there, and one particular nun, Sister Francine. It was Sister Francine who had found Siobhan lying on the doorstep of the orphanage after her family left. Sister Francine, who begged Monsignor Joseph to accept Siobhan into
[right the orphanage.[+white XXXXXXXX]]

During her time there, Siobhan had helped out around the orphanage, caring for the younger children , cooking meals, teaching music. However, on her twentieth birthday, Siobhan left St. Vincent's.
  a g a t e / ouroboros / 8d 46m 22s
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The lollipop snapped in Siobhan's mouth, shattered to pieces by teeth clenched in anger. Her hands curled into fists, ready and willing to throw a punch. This poor excuse for a King had no idea what a [i real] King was like. He had never met her King. The true King. The audacity of this falsified persona Sardonyx put on like a mask made her sick. And after all that, he wanted her to stay with him? Live in his home like nothing was wrong?

Luca's sharp voice cut through her thoughts, saying exactly what she wished she could. He must have known the old King, the true King. Siobhan felt glad that she wasn't alone in her opinion of this [i a 'laighe dlùth]. Though, of course, Evie had to stick her nose into matters. Nobody in this damn group could mind their own business, it seemed. And to think, Sardonyx was only thinking about his own convenience. There was no concern there for her, just as she had expected. He didn't really care about anyone under him, except for Evie, and even that was a stretch. Siobhan wondered, since Sardonyx wanted her to move in with him so bad, if he would pay the rent on her apartment so that when this was all over , she could move back in with no issue. On second thought, he probably wouldn't. Selfish, pompous ass that he was, he probably didn't even think about it. She shot a glance towards Freyr, hoping that he might save her, but to no avail.

Her jacket was still on the chair in the kitchen when Siobhan went to retrieve her things, but the scarf was gone. Wonderful. Just another raindrop on her parade that day. She pulled her cell phone out of her pocket and started a text to Freyr.

From: A G A T E
To: I O L I T E
>> Would you mind having Luca interrogate the rookies for me? Someone took my scarf. I would do it but my King awaits.

With a heavy sigh, Siobhan hit send and slid her phone back into her pocket. She slung her jacket over her shoulders and spit out the stick from the destroyed lollipop into the trashcan. Without stopping, she strode past Sardonyx and out the door.

"[+navy Do keep up, dannsa,]" Siobhan called back to him.

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The streets had been quiet on their way back to Siobhan's apartment, but not so much so that it was worrying. The idea was in her mind ever since Sardonyx had first antagonized her, and the walk home gave Siobhan plenty of time to work out the details, not that there were many. So, as soon as Dom followed her inside the threshold of her apartment, she turned swiftly on her heel and punched him square in the jaw. The resulting crunch satisfied her somewhat, though she would've been more satisfied if he had fallen, or at least staggered. Instead, he just stood there, solid as a wall. He didn't even seem shocked. Siobhan pressed her lips together and poked his chest, hard.

"[+navy Listen, dannsa. You may be the current King, but I don't accept that. You'll never live up to him. Never. No matter how hard you try, you'll never be as good a king as he was.]" Siobhan knew her words were irrational. However, she also [s [size13 [Cutive+Mon knew]]] thought that irrationality was the best way to avoid a shrink's prying eye. She turned back around with a huff and made her way further into her apartment. It could be called clean, but only in the sense that it wasn't messy with personal effects. There were cobwebs in the corners and dust on almost every surface, the bed was merely a pile of blankets in the far corner by the window. But it was her home, and Siobhan was rather averse to leaving. She began gathering her things nonetheless, albeit a bit reluctantly.
  a g a t e / ouroboros / 2d 21h 26m 58s
[left [pic http://i63.tinypic.com/10787ro.jpg]][center [font "Tahoma" Only about three minutes had passed before Asa reappeared at the foot of the building. In the time that had passed, Callum had lit up a cigarette and was in the middle of breathing in the smoke when Asa called out to him, drawing his attention from his thoughts. As she delivered her cryptic message about SCP-028, he noticed that her case folder was missing. Curious, perhaps she had forgotten it.

"[+maroon Asa, it seems you've forgotten your case folder, do you want to run back up to your apartment and-]" That was as far as Callum got before Dr. Zyn arrived, alone, in the same Jeep from before. So, there was an emergency in another sector? He wondered if he should be worried, but pulled himself into the backseat of the Jeep beside Asa anyway. He felt awkward about sitting in the back with her, but he supposed it would've been moreso had he taken the front seat from her.
  d i s t u r b e d / ouroboros / 9d 4h 49m 6s
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[left [pic http://i67.tinypic.com/29c9elf.jpg]][center [size14 [Cutive+Mon Pandora was mostly right that the damage was already done and there was nothing left to do with Moira, but Gabriel still thought that she not only might do this again, to others, but she still deserved to pay for making them like.... like this. Just thinking of it threatened to make him angry again, but he kept it in. He would take out his anger when they were training. The corner of his mouth twitched just a bit upward, hinting at a smile, when Pandora admitted, in her own special way, that he was right. However, his face quickly returned to its normal, resting bitch face style expression, leaving no trace of the smile that was hinting there before. Pandora popped into his view and pointed accusatorily at his face.

"[b I've always looked like this. You should know that by now, Nova.]" Gabe did have to admit he had an angry looking face, but even still.
  ouroboros / 14d 21h 39m 19s
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[Inconsolata [size15 Jon felt his heart beginning to race. He hadn't felt like this about anyone since Ygritte, and it scared him a bit. Nymeria thought of him as her king. It was an invigorating and terrifying all at once. He had known that he would get involved in the southern war at some point and in some fashion, but he hadn't thought it would be like this. As Jon stood, he felt lightheaded. Of course, he felt as though everything was moving much too fast to be smart or safe, but that was the way it needed to be. Perhaps it was from how long he had spent on the other side of the wall, but Jon thought that Nymeria would be a wonderful Queen, and he would be happy to serve under her, but she wanted him by her side and that said something.

Nymeria moved across the room and sat back at the table as she spoke. She was right, she did remind him quite a bit of Arya.
  ouroboros / 15d 1h 46m 25s
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By the time the rain was threatening to start, Catriona had already been up for several hours at the behest of her father, face red and muscles tired from training. It was like this every day, and it had been like this ever since she was a child. By this time in her life, she was used to it, though she still resented her family for it. They had never listened to her thoughts, only caring for their legacy. Catriona had been born into the Lachlan family, the most prominent military family in the Tranquil Valley. She thought it seemed a bit ironic, having a military police force in a place that was supposedly peaceful. The thought brought a wry smile to her face, and it was met with the sharp smack of a quarterstaff on her left ankle causing her to hiss in pain.

"[+red Pay attention, Catriona! Having your head in the clouds will only give the enemy an opportunity to strike!]" Her father, Macauley Lachlan, head of the guard, scolded. Cat heaved out a sigh and assumed her combat stance again.
  ouroboros / 17d 51m 18s
[left [pic http://i65.tinypic.com/ms2cuo.jpg]][center [font "Sacramento" [i 'I feel my temperature rising, help me, I'm flaming. I must be a hundred and nine. Burning, burning, burning and nothing can cool me. I just might turn to smoke.']

That song was playing again.

A record? It sounded scratchy enough.

She opened her eyes; the ceiling was dark grey. There were people around her - the record had stopped. A voice was playing through it, not singing, but speaking. Speaking of a game and punishments and [b death]. The voice told her that she had volunteered to do this, that she was dead, and in Hell, or Purgatory at least. This couldn't be happening. This was all a joke, or a nightmare or something. She sat up and put her hand on her forehead to steady the swirling room. When she pulled her hand away, it was sticky and dark red. Blood. What the hell was going on? Why was there blood on her forehead? Oh, God, she thought she might swoon.
  p u r g a t o r y / ouroboros / 22d 20h 46m 44s
[left [pic http://i63.tinypic.com/1hs7bb.jpg]][center [font "Sacramento" It was snowing.

Leonard should know, he had been awake when the first flake had fallen. It had been exactly 5:51 A.M when the flake touched the ground. He had sung then, albeit quietly; it had been an improvised song mostly consisting of "la"s and "doo"s, but the tune was one of melancholic happiness, full of contradictions but wonderfully beautiful all the same. A smooth, low baritone drifting across the not yet disturbed snow beginning to pile on the ground. It wasn't a heavy snow, but each tiny flake contributes to the whole until eventually you're buried and you didn't even realize it was happening.

Just before seven, someone had disturbed the peace outside Leo's window. A girl with stark blue hair and dark clothes was sitting in the garden. He wondered which guard had been lax enough to let her outside before the allotted "wake-up" time of seven o'clock, each day. If he was honest with himself, it was probably Gary.
  w a r l o c k / ouroboros / 23d 4h 46m 47s
[left [pic http://i65.tinypic.com/ms2cuo.jpg]][center [font "Sacramento" [i 'I feel my temperature rising, help me, I'm flaming. I must be a hundred and nine. Burning, burning, burning and nothing can cool me. I just might turn to smoke.']

That song was playing again.

A record? It sounded scratchy enough.

She opened her eyes; the ceiling was dark grey. There were people around her - the record had stopped. A voice was playing through it, not singing, but speaking. Speaking of a game and punishments and
[b death].
  ouroboros / 28d 1h 12m 17s
[left [pic http://i63.tinypic.com/10787ro.jpg]][center [font "Tahoma" The seemingly constant skeptical and derogatory comments from Asa [i almost] got to Callum. However, he had been bullied by those jock types for most of his life and had learned to mostly tune it out. Being forced to work with her, though, might eventually crack his shell. It only took a few moments for Asa to swing herself into the backseat of the Jeep next to him. As soon as she was secure, Dr. Mark pressed his foot to the gas pedal and they were off. Callum found himself staring into the distance, watching the buildings and rolling fields go by. He hummed softly to himself and only partially listened to Dr. Zyn's explanation of the contents of this island. Instead, he was entirely more focused on the voice occupying his head.

'[i Ah, you've finally arrived... You'll want to leave again soon enough, my pet...]' It whispered. Callum shuddered and shook his head. It was a side effect of his anxiety.
  d i s t u r b e d / ouroboros / 33d 4h 55m 21s
[left [pic http://i65.tinypic.com/11qo0m9.jpg]][center [font "Sacramento" The Nest had, over the past few months, become a makeshift home for Calliope.

Sure, it was small, cramped, dusty, filled with various fungi, and prone to being invaded by Adam or Theodore at any given time, but at least she could hear the latter when he approached her abode. Despite the fact that Calliope was living in the Nest almost constantly, one would be hard pressed to find any personal effects of hers laying about. Even her clothes were well hidden; so much so that sometimes even she struggled to locate them. It wasn't so much preparation than it was paranoia. One could never be too careful after crossing Caduceus.

Callie had made a habit of perching on the sill of the only window of the attic and watching those who approached the building. That particular day, from her perch, she watched Theodore the [s great bumbling oaf] gargantuan accountant for their little group stumble into the building. As soon as he entered, she could hear him crashing around.
  ouroboros / 38d 3h 49m 3s
[left [pic http://i64.tinypic.com/al2qvd.jpg]][center [font "Tahoma" As Samson's sister shrunk away from him, practically shaking in fear, El felt a pang of pity for her. She seemed so small and frightened, like a baby rabbit. It did make El curious as to why she was so terrified of Samson. He had seemed fine so far, if a bit overprotective. She hummed softly, introspectively, as Samson retreated back to her side, the skin of their hands brushing together as he gently took back his knife. When he told her to go find a room, El wanted to protest. It might make his sister feel more at ease if there was another woman there, but in the end her brain prevailed over her heart. Shelter came before the comfort of someone else.
  d i s t u r b e d / ouroboros / 38d 22h 53m 9s
[left [pic http://i63.tinypic.com/10787ro.jpg]][center [font "Tahoma" Callum was by no means charismatic or well versed in the arts of effective interpersonal communicative relationships, but he certainly wasn't stupid. He could tell that Asa disapproved of him and his lifestyle. He knew that they led very different lifestyles, the only commonality being their doctorates and their interests in the sciences. Still, he simply shrugged and listened to her explain what she did.

Callum had to admit, her explanation raised more questions than it did answers and was rather cryptic. It was biology but not biology, psychology but not quite psychology either. The study of anything that has the ability to live or die... It was rather morbid. He almost thought to ask her to give him a psychological profile of himself, but thought better of it as he decided he rather didn't want to know.
[+white X
X]

Callum lit the cigarette and looked in the distance to where Asa had mentioned, and indeed, there
  d i s t u r b e d / ouroboros / 47d 3h 35m 17s
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