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AAO: Chapter TwoChapter Two
"Good night!? Wake up Cain!!!!" an annoyed voice called out.
I can't even die peacefully, Cain thought as he began to resurface from the dark. He opened one eye and took a peek. A young woman stood over him, she was leaning forward her dark brown hair cascading into her face. Once again the voice told him to wake up, pleading this time. The girl was frowning, her blue eyes filled with tears, under her furrowed brows. Cain opened both eyes completely, gazing into the girls almond shaped eyes.
"Menou .?" He questioned.
The girl nodded and a small smile formed upon her lips. She quickly wiped away her tears and straightened up, turning to face the demon, who to his horror had moved closer to them. It did not look pleased.
"Menou!" he yelled, "You have to get out of here!" Cain struggled to get up, causing even more pain to rack his body. He clenched his teeth in frustration. Menou was his assistant, his apprentice of sorts and she was most defiantly not supposed to be her
AAO: Chapter OneChapter One:
I was certain of three things at this time. One, I was screwed and was most likely going to die. Two, I had broken my promise to the only one I could truly consider my friend. And three, despite the roaring fire, the odd darkness spreading and the large monstrosity walking towards me, I felt oddly calm. Destruction and death were certainly my fate, and yet I wasn't frightened, nor was I sad. I felt peaceful for once in my twenty three years. I wasn't afraid any more. I wasn't going to shrink away from my duties or only half ass them like I usually did. It was time to fight and give it my all.
I lifted my tired and sore body off of the hard, wooden floor, and stumbled to my feet. I shook my head, trying to clear it, in a hope of being able to devise a plan, which would help me get myself out of here alive, and hopefully in one piece.
The demon, for the monstrosity I faced was in fact a demon, stared at me and stopped in his tracks. He stood on the side of the room where the
Percy Jackson OC: DrusillaRise of Heroes - Profile page
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Name: Drusilla 'Dru' Alexis Payne
Meaning: Drusilla (meaning fruitful) Alexis (meaning defender) Payne (meaning countryman)
Nationality: English on her father's side. His family has also French roots.
Birthplace: New York, New York
Current Residence: Boston, MA.
Weight: 122 lb
Blood Type: A+
Birthday: Aug. 12
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Dark Brown
Physical Description (be at least a little detailed): Dru is a fairly average looking girl. She wears her hair long, usually held back in a ponytail or a braid. She's fit because of her athletics and she is also tan for those reasons.
Good Traits: outgoing, loyal to her family and friends, affectionate, work-oriented and self-reliant
Flaws: rejects change, stubborn, dishonest, and pessimistic
Good Habits: eats healthy, plans everything out, doesn't give up and goes to bed at d
.:Jake of Hearts:. Pt. 2
INT: ABANDONED APARTMENT BUILDING NIGHT
LEAH ANDERSON is unconscious curled up in a ball on the floor. Her hands are tied behind her back and her feet are restrained as well.
PAN across the room showing broken furniture and crumbling walls. The room is dark, light coming from a single light bulb dangling from the chipped ceiling. She seems to be alone in the room. PAN right and ZOOM back in on Leah Anderson. She twitches and slowly her eyes open.
What the .
She tries to move her hands only to realize that she has been restrained. She grimaces in pain her head throbbing. Her eyes widen as she takes in her surroundings.
Where the hell am I?
Her head throbs and she grimaces again.
Damn what happened
She closes her eyes in concentration thinking back to earlier today.
INT: PARKING GARAGE- DAY
The parking garage is dark even though its day. L
+Team Work+ Part 1 "I refuse to work with him any more," a short woman proclaimed as three people burst into the apartment she was in. She was furious her dark eyes narrowed as she pointed at the tall dark haired man who had just entered. The man looked just as furious. He stormed right up to the woman, glaring down at her.
"No, no, no. I refuse to work with you," he spat.
"Oh dio mio," sighed the only other woman in the room. She cast a cautionary look at the two arguing before she walked into the kitchen mumbling to herself. "They bicker like children."
She walked towards the refrigerator blocking out the shouts from the other room and opened it. Her bright green eyes scanned the contents of the refrigerator before settling on a large bottle of chardonnay. A small smile spread on her lips as she pulled it and poured herself a glass. When she was content she returned the bottle to the fridge and returned to the parlor.
Name : Nyx
Nickname(s) : Just Nyx
Gender : Female
Sexual Orientation : Straight
Age : 20
Rank : 46
Proof of Existence : The Sovereign of Electricity
Element : Electricity
Weapon : A Naginata
Birthplace : Radiant Gardens
World of Origin : Radiant Gardens
True Name: Ny'lora
-- Extras --
Lesser Nobodies : Samurai
Heartless : Novashadow
Hair : Blackish blue
Eyes : Golden
Complexion : Pale
Height : 5'6"
Weight : 120 lb
Notable Feature(s) : Long braid, wing tattoo on back
Link to picture: (WIP)
Likes : Reading and writing, dreaming, exploring, silence
Dislikes : Loud, rude people, messes, crowded places, orders
Fighting Style : Attacks head on but knows when to call it quits, can fight hand to hand well
Strengths : Attack from a distance thanks to the reach of her weapon, agility, aerodynamic moves
Weaknesses : Has trouble with multiple targets, weapons that shoot at her
Il est temps de partir, infants de l’aube grise
Il est temps de savoir, ou d’aller à la brise
Nous fûmes sœurs de sang, d’âme et parfois de corps
Mais la nuit nous priva du repos dû aux morts.
Comme la feuille au vent, nos racines sont sèches
Fiancées aux tombeaux froids, mariées aux ravins rêches ;
Sous le soleil Corinthe, et Athènes et la Pnyx
Sous la lune le Nord, et l’horizon d’onyx.
Marchez, blêmes infants, découvrez sous la terre
La triple damnation accablant votre mère,
Prenez garde en entrant dans l’antre du passé
Son goût pour le sang froid jamais ne s’est lassé ;
TranscendenceI'd like to be the sun as well as the moon:
for me to be star-crossed and tragic.
I'd like to be remembered, and legends be true
And be regarded, above all, as magic.
Let mythology be damned, they'll worship me so
For they hardly even know.
Let mythology be damned,
Let mythology be damned,
Their song and dance will be quite a show.
I dream of the day I'm fire within the ice
Encapsulated in all my splendor.
But maybe just a marble statue will suffice
As long as they gaze and worship in wonder.
The shrines will come and the offerings will flow
And the cults will branch in droves.
The shrines will come
The shrines will come
And wide-eyed followers will come in tow.
It'll be easier to be a martyr
Because there is no hard work for me.
I'll just need to pose with my dog and armor
I'll receive a holiday, you'll see!
Like water in amber, I will be memorialized
And become the spark in your eyes.
Like water in amber
Like Water in amber
Becoming an idol is a clever disguise!
The InquisitorBy right of God
The Holy Spirits
And the Church
I shall shape the world
A world bound by unity
Where none is an enemy
A world expelled from evil
Where no demon roams the earth
My sword fighting the fire
That defies my belief
A scorched stake
The end of all my foes
By right of God
The Holy Spirits
And the Church
I have shaped the world
After the FallWhere teardrops have fallen
flames will also rise,
they are invisible angels
obvious in demon eyes.
Silver Slips and DancersIt’s there in the beaten mirror she holds
In broken hands she cries of a defeat
The night will take her before she grows old
And they will cry, “narcissist” in the street
There, she dances softly on the surface
And shows the swan what it means to pirouette
But she cannot break exteriors face
found so ashen from the year’s cigarette
They will write books about that wayward girl
Speak of once easy laugh and softest eyes
That such light could be consumed by this world
should show that both bones and beauty will die
Pressed fingers to lips form a last cachet
In silver, shard veils, sashaying away
Who? RegeneratedHartnell, Troughton,
And last, McCoy
And then it’s gone,
But wait – oh joy!
It’s Paul McGann
(He doesn’t last).
It looks as though
His time has passed.
So many years,
An endless wait.
He’ll not again
But now, at last,
And Tennant too –
A brand new run
And Smith, whose time
Will soon be through,
Will pass it on to
Who knows Who?
Oh look, that guy
That used to swear –
Will be on air.
But wait, there’s Hurt.
My brain’s confused.
Getting well abused!
And now, McGann
Is briefly back.
I swear space-time
Is going to crack.
It’s just a TV show
And no-one can
The future know.
You step inside
A box of blue
And take a ride.
Bhraitheann An Ghaoththere is no longer such a thing as the exhonerated title of
when tainted with corporate conceit
the stench of which is embedded by a fetid education
and encouraged by the false prophecy of a system
suggesting reward for 'good' competition as the pride of all being
when in fact it contaminates and putrefies all things associated with
this succubus chant of capitalistic patriotism has become a lucid stain on humanity
the word – patriotism – used in false triumphancy by resigned and cowering souls
or against that small mass of inquisitive human flesh that understands and demands
the symbolic fake will never be accepted
please, oh please, oh supreme being, help us
march to a drumbeat only when the drummer is truly known
and pounds and thrums and exemplifies the demand of a
that will never skip to an inconsequential beat
by the unethical goosestepping marching band leaders that now control
the sunday morning reigns
of proselytizing whores
No HeroWe pledge ourselves to saintliness.
We turn our eyes away.
Forget that people suffer.
Not here, and not today.
Turn our faces upwards
And sing into the sky:
Hell must find a hero
When all the angels cry.
DFC 2013 Day 6: SkylinesYou know,
there is almost
something beautiful in
the way you breathe for the moment.
with passion like
you, a cigarette in
mouth, lip-locking the grey haze you
send those cinders
my way. Just let me taste
the ashes leaping from your tongue,
till these shallow
lungs have gotten their fill
and sputter and cough and whistle
If I had a
lighter, maybe you could
teach me how to live, but sadly
Follow the whispers
From those with no faces,
Drunken with sleep
You wander aimlessly on,
Past crystalline fields of glass
And rushing rivers of blood.
Enter into a parade-
They quickly proclaim you king
And carry you on and on,
Past those with no faces
Who await your arrival
From their skeletal thrones.
They pass you an indigo cup
Hastening you to take it
A drought of mandragora
And with hands that don't hesitate
You gulp it down greedily
Falling deeper into sleep.
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