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 Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:21 pm
Beginning Theme
Ending Theme
The past will not lie buried.
Little bones and teeth
harrowed from grave's soil,
tell different tales.
My father's bank box told me,
in a paper signed by his own hand,
the name quite clearly: William.
All the years he denied it,
that name, that place of birth,
that compound near Kiev,
and I so eager for the variants
with which he lived his life.
In the middle of my listening,
death,
that old interrupter,
with the unkindness of all coroners,
revealed his third name to me.
Not William, not Will, but Wolf.
Wolf.
And so at last I know the story,
my old wolf, white against the Russian snows,
the cracking of his bones,
the stretching sinews,
the coarse hair growing boldly
on the belly, below the eye.
Why grandfather, my children cry,
what great teeth you have,
before he devours them
as he devoured me,
all of me,
bones and blood,
all of my life.
Poem by Jane Yolen, "Will"
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:23 pm
I have been through this every day...every day..for about thousands and thousands of years... I always dealt with people...from being murdered to committing suicide, or dieing from diseases and accidents. The problem is though...I am not death..I am a substitute of death. I walk around the earth, going to people who are destined to die. I am a dead person too.. a person from long ago... I never knew love, friendship, or the feeling of happiness. I was born with darkness. Nobody will ever see me...ever. I will never be found..or rest in peace.
I will go on and make sure they descend to Hell or Heaven. I will just do this every day... Until one day...when I will meet someone who can see me....even though he is destined to die in a few months....
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:28 pm
 Honor Time Limits: .I cannot be online all the time so please be patient a little bit.. because I do have a life like you. So I only can be on for a certain amount of time due to school, vacations, or any other emergency or given situation I have. Maybe a date.. PPFFFFT I don;t get dates. I am too damn ugly XD Also If you need to go somewhere that may have you not rp for more than a day, please Pm Me!!!! Be Addictive, not Repetitive: . When you join this rp, You are part of this and you cannot not Quit unless you Pm me giving me a reason why. Maybe your bored with it, maybe you don't like it as much, maybe your left behind, etc. Or because you don't have the time anymore. So when you join, you have to post at least once a day! AT LEAST! Well some can reply a LOT more than that, so whenever you can in that one day, POST!!!! Also Romance is DEFINITELY acceptable. Any kind can be allowed, but no Cybering..seriously. I repeat. N-O C-Y-B-E-R-I-N-G!!!!! Participate Fully - Take Risks: . Obviously this is a big action Faerie-Tale superhero/heroine Rp! So there will be violence, some blood will be spilled, and also spying, puzzle-solving, etc. So please participate.. don't make this a Shoujo Rp. Bleh!!! I already have to deal with it back at school, not in here. I said Romance was ok but this is a action Rp! Who has time? And in order to Participate please send me the profile with 'Red' as the subject Be Open to New Ideas: . Keep the Rp Going! I don't have A LOT of Creativity to keep it going. PLEASE PLEASE! But Some Twists and Turns in the Rp to make it interesting. Not all of us are creative or good at making sudden turns. But I will be open to new ideas; Be Respectful to of those Talking or Presenting: . This means be R-E-S-P-E-C-T-F-U-L! No Spamming and Bad Crap! Be Nice and also no Flamming! Turn Walkie Talkies Off: . I want someone I can communicate with through Pms so we can discuss what to do in the Rp. Communication is the best way to keep the Rp alive from what I heard..so that everyone is on task, knows what's going to happen, and why you might not be able to post .
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:29 pm
Profile ((I will be using a different one, if you want to join.. use the code profile below please.)) [imgleft]what you look like (Can be real pic or anime)[/imgleft]
[b]Hello I’m:[/b] [i]your character’s name[/i]
[b]But some call me:[/b] [i]any nicknames?[/i]
[b]I’ve been alive for:[/b] [i]how old you are[/i]
[b]My abilities/talents[/b] [i]your character's ability and/or talent[/i]
[b]I tend to act:[/b] [i]your personality[/i]
[b]I can not stand:[/b] [i]things you don’t like[/i]
[b]Give me more:[/b] [i]things you love[/i]
[b] This is none of your business but:[/b] [i]Bio[/i]
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Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 9:30 pm
Hello I’m: Midori 'Death'
But some call me: Middy...but nobody calls me that..
I’ve been alive for: Thousands....Thousands....of Years
My abilities/talents I can see if people are going to die or not...from what/whom/where/how/when. Otherwise, i have no idea which other talent.
I tend to act: I don't have much of it. I can't be sad because I saw death too many times, I can't be happy because death just 'kills me'. I can't feel anger because I did it too many times. Maybe I do have a personality...I just don't know what yet though...I'll figure it out later...
I can not stand: I hate fate; I hate it when I see small children or innocent people die for no reason...I just don't like it. I also hate the darkness that I live in. But also I hate not be seen by the people around me...so I don't know what friends are like.
Give me more: i love the sound of the piano...it sounds so lovely..and sometimes it makes me sad without me realizing it. I also love to stay with nature.. it makes me more bliss that the darkness.
This is none of your business but: I have died....I have died; being betrayed by the man I loved, he accused me of cheating even though i did nothing wrong. I was then stoned to death not even getting a trail. I am just now miserable. I should've been in heaven...but no. 'Death' decided to have me as an apprentice in case he has to go somewhere..so now I have to deal with death...every day....every....day. No one can see me..I am utterly alone.
Hello I’m: Keito Locke
But some call me: Kei
I’ve been alive for: 21 years
My abilities/talents I seem to recover quicker than average and pain doesn't faze me. Whether it's a true talent or bravado, is anyone's guess.
I tend to act: Honestly speaking, I'm self confident almost to the point of arrogance, and could charm the leg off a table. I'm the king of cheap thrills and rather easy going. My attitude to life: man the ******** up and laugh it off. I act like a bit of a tough guy, but you know, act is all it is, really.
I can not stand: uptight people, jazz music, people who fake trying to be 'cool', cold weather, confined spaces.
Give me more: Motorcycles,adrenaline rushes, sweet things, animals, particularly bunnies, but you didn't hear it from me, alright?
This is none of your business but: Pity me, I'm an orphan! Ok, ok, I'm not an orphan. Truth be told, my life's pretty boring nowadays, I make my own adventure. When I was small, gosh, life was terrifying. I had a mum and a dad, like most children, and as parents go, they were good ones. Things were good. Though once or twice a month they'd act strangely. I'd be sent to my aunt's or fobbed off on someone else for the evening, I didn't think much of it. I figured they just wanted some alone time. This carried on until one night a few months after my ninth birthday. We had a surprise guest. An unwelcome one by the looks of things, too. Dad opened the door, leaving mum o time to get me out of the house.
So she did what she had to. She pushed me into this tiny little cupboard, you know the ones with all the china and other useless trinkets in? With a glass front on top and a pokey lil locked cupboard below. Yeah, that thing. It was cramped and uncomfortable. Did I mention I hate small spaces? Well anyway, I didn't even get to see anything interesting, the door was locked, vision through the keyhole was limited, and all i saw were legs. Men's by the looks and the sounds of their voices. They were speaking a language I didn't understand. Mother had said once that she was from Asia, but father had glared her into silence. The voices were raised and angry. There were footsteps and then silence. It was over, whatever it was.
Eventually, father let me out, he looked weary. Mother was gone. I'd never see her again, and according to father she just up and left.
That was then, and this is now.
I grew up, got into girls, music and motorcycles, went to school, coasted through college making very little of myself and now I've struck out on my own living in a third rate apartment with a third rate job but with first rate friends. And in my spare time, I dance with death. Oh you wanna know about my scar? Motorcycle stunt gone bad. I get in a few accidents, and somehow I always walk away, yeah I'm invincible, I am.
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 4:27 pm
Nothing here except the nighttime walking.... She was sitting down on one of the buildings...perfectly transparent like a ghost and also ignored since she wasn't really here at all. She got a message from her mentor a few years ago to watch over things for him, like sending people to heaven or hell..whatever the heart carries...she usually had to deal with innocent little ones; like children who happen to be at evil's hands...why can't they be gone? She then jumps down and floats which she was at the 45th story as she floats down that takes within 15 seconds and goes down....she then looked over at the person she is suppose to watch out for since he will be gone for a few months...Keito Locke....weird name...
She then sighs heavily and then goes on and guides herself to wherever the guy will be....she wonders if maybe this guy is bad...cause most of the time she sees bad people die and she doesn't feel a thing for them...is this guy bad? Maybe...not in evil sense..just in rebellion with parents or something.
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 4:58 pm
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"Kei!" the girls voice cut through his thoughts and he stepped back from the pavement, his expression blank. The truck honked loudly, whooshing by just inches from his face, his blonde hair swept up by the air currents in his wake. He grinned, turning to the speaker. "Yes, sweetness?" the smile on his scarred face was easy and warm, his eyes sparkled in mischief. The girl, his best friend, huffed at him, stomping over in with and expression of anger.
"what was that? You could have been killed!" she screeched, launching into a tirade about road safety and him in general. He switched off, his eyes glazing over, his expression fixed. He had known her for years, and he knew that she could go on forever if he let her. He placed a placating hand on her shoulder. He knew this would irritate her more.
"Thrilling as this all is, we're meant to be meeting someone in the park, remember?"
He flashed her another smile. They did indeed have a date in the park, a gathering of friends/ It wasn't often that he got time off work, and he was determined to make the most of it. He was dressed in his usual attire, Red leather hooded jacket, hanging open of course, and jeans of some description. Today they were black.
The girl turned away from him sulkily, and he sighed. Hugging her resisting form from behind. He switched his internal charm-o-stat to max.
"Aww, common, please? I'll be better next time, I promise."
His voice was soft and apologetic, and he rocked her slowly in his arms. She struggled free, muttering something, and headed towards the zebra crossing. He followed at an easy pace, hands in his pocket, laughing. He didn't bother to check the traffic, he doubt he'd get hurt. He crossed it with ease, pulling a face at the girl as she watched him disapprovingly. He shrugged. He had survive the worst and walked away, what was another accident? He smiled, rubbing at his scar unconsciously. The girl ignored him for the rest of the walk to the park, but he didn't mind, it was just her usual game.
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 7:46 pm
She then...not really caring about being in a crowd since she was invisible to everybody was able to find this Keito...this man..scarred, blonde, and looked...to be a flirt...she was disgusted..it reminded her of her... old 'husband' who murdered her long ago.. She then decides to follow behind him as she normally was not worried about being caught..since she is 'death' after all..and nobody knows her until they truly die...but only once and that was it...goodbye.
She then hears they are going to some party.. a gathering with friends..it reminded her back to when she had friends long ago..how she misses them dearly...she wishes she could at least talk to them..or at least go to heaven to hang out..but she is stuck as death...no one to communicate with...no one....she is stuck doing this duty..until the real DEATH comes back...until then she might ask him if she can go to heaven like everybody else...and well...just rest in piece...otherwise she is just following this boy..who is fated to die later.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 7:31 am
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The day was warm and sunny, a perfect day for just hanging out and doing not very much. The park was filled with children and their parents, dog walkers and other people, just milling around enjoying the good weather. He smiled and sighed, closing his eyes briefly. His scarred face lit up, an expression of pure joy twisting the thick tissue upwards. He had been something of a looker in the good old days, he'd tell you that for nothing, and often he had been very shallow. He had changed now though. He'd softened slightly. Began taking life as it comes and not giving quite as much of a damn about appearances as he had before.
A near-death experience and a scar he couldn't possibly hide tended to do that to a person. Of course he liked to perform stunts that could get him killed, it was what he lived for. But that stunt, that terrified him. The pain was more intense than he could ever have imagined, there was blood and noise everywhere. He had no idea how he had survived it. No one thought he would. Even getting back on his feet...seeing the jagged red line on his once flawless features. That was hard. But he'd muddled through, and three years later, he couldn't imagine himself without it. Sure there had been changes, scar reduction treatment, but it was apart of him now. It'd be like removing a limb now. He sighed, his fingers lightly rubbing at it unconsciously, as if still checking it was there.
They had traversed nearly all the park by this time, reaching a dense thicket of trees that formed a natural 'hut' that was their unofficial hideout, and had been since they were young. He turned suddenly, intending to backflip into it and stopped with a nonplussed blink. There was a girl following them, with pale blonde hair and melancholy blue eyes. She seemed intent on him, not in a lustful or even friendly way, it was just resigned and deeply unsettling.
"Uh, hi?"
He ventured and his companion tutted, grabbing him by the arm and dragging him in. "Come on, slowpoke" She muttered, dragging him, rather rudely, he thought, from the other girl.
"Who's the new girl?"
He asked as he ducked inside, scratching the length of scar on his face. The girl, Harriet, slapped his hand away. "What girl?" She asked, cocking her head in confusion. He frowned and shook his head.
"Nevermind."
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 8:24 pm
She then blinks a few times as she then notices that he said hi.......to who? She looked around..she couldn't see who she was saying hi to...it was VERY confusing to her...she wondered...can he see her? This is the first time she will ever speak to someone..who is LIVING before their death... She then still follows him anyway... since it is her duty to follow...even though it was awkward that this man can see her.
She then sees the children and everyone else playing...she felt VERY sad on the inside...and felt like crying tears as she wished she had a happy life..or at least when she was living..it just made her horrible. She let a few tears down as she still followed this... Keito. ((This is like Full Moon Wo Sagashite...woah..))
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 5:36 am
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There were already people in their hangout, the music was pumping, and the gloom inside was at sharp contrast to the brilliant sunshine outside. He smiled, instantly relaxing. This was his element, they say that some people are 'people' persons, and he was definitely one of those. He knew what to say to make people happy. It was a gift of his. His personal blessing. He felt he was doing the world a service; making people feel good.
He mingled with a few people, traded jibes and insults, mainly about his scar. It was a talking point for everyone, mainly cos there was no possible way to hide it. He was standing to talking to an old friend who was currently making digs at him about his scar, telling him he should go round wearing masks and calling himself phantom of the opera. He was laughing, as he did at so many attempts to faze him, and was about to make a snappy comeback when he saw her again. She was staring at him, her gaze unwavering. As if waiting. She looked as though waiting was all she ever did. He nudged his friend and nodded over to her.
"Hey, who's she? And why does she keep staring at me?"
His friend cast a casual glance over, then looked at him with a smirk.
"That's Lindz, you dumbass, and she's not even lookin atcha,"
"Not her, I know her. The blonde chick in front of her."
His voice was terse, and slightly irritated. The boy he was talking shrugged, making a face and shaking his head in confusion. Kei's brow crinkled in annoyed confusion. She was right there. How could they not see that? Could he really be seeing things?
"I...I think I need some air,"
He muttered, heading out of the little grotto into the sunshine, sitting on a log a little way further. There she was again, with that sad aexpression and her large blue eyes. He hopped up, feeling a surge of anger to his unknown stalker.
"What is your problem, huh?" he demanded,
"What do you want from me?"
{{XD Never heard of it.}}
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Posted: Fri Feb 18, 2011 10:22 pm
She then blinks as she sees that he was in some hangout..of course she still follows him...not like she has anything better to do anyway...it was weird.. She sighs as she kept hearing the conversation..one she was confused at was the Phantom of the Opera...who the hell was that? And by the fact that he keeps pointing at her and saying who is she? She looks back...He can't see her....can he? Well...she got her answer until she had to follow him again after he told them he needed fresh air..it was going fine until she heard a slight rude demand on who she was...she knew now that NO ONE was around...she then had her eyes widen: "You.....can see me?" ((It's suppose to be a cute shoujo story...with the same topic as this..main character fated to die a few months and can see her death-bringer...pretty much.))
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 6:10 am
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He gaped at her. He'd never been asked such a frankly, ridiculous question in his life. Did he think he was blind of something? Ohhhhhh-kay. One of us here is clearly insane. Shotgun, not me! Well, what did someone say to a question like that? Was he missing something?
"Oh very funny. Who put you up to this? You might as well tell me, I'll find out later, anyway."
He was chattering, and he knew it. He pushed the possibility of one or the both of them being insane to the back of his mind, and seeing how two of his friends seemed unable to see her, the idea of being sectioned sometime in the future seemed more and more likely.
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Posted: Sat Feb 19, 2011 3:40 pm
She then blinks and nearly gasps as well..very shocked and was now in fear..if he sees her?!..OH NO! "You....You shouldn't know I am here...not until your dead..." She backs up a bit as now she was scared sh*ilessly...was there something wrong with her power? Can he see ghosts? She was scared...will Death be mad?! She then backs away and decides to get her scythe out..this man was a demon! Must be..cause no human should see her but demons or angels.. "YOUR NOT HUMAN! You should not see me if you are human! " She was just doing this out of fear really..she heard demons are very bad...
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Posted: Sun Feb 20, 2011 1:57 pm
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Uh oh. Nutcase alert. He grimaced at her as she backed away, screaming something about his death. What the hell was this girl on, anyway? She must have been some sort of mental institution escapee. That or high off her face. It really was amazing the stuff that people did to themselves nowadays. He supposed he shouldn't really judge, after all, how many times had he made a fool of himself growing up under the influence of alcohol? He sighed, this could end very badly.
He had not realised just how badly. He had taken a step towards her, only because she had moved back and he really would rather she didn't scream so loud. From literally out of nowhere she produced a scythe. The weapon was much larger than he thought she would be able to wield, which made it all the more dangerous. The blade gleamed in the sunshine, light glinted off a wickedly sharp edge.
"Woah, now" He said stepping back, his arms raised to placate her.
"I think you're a tiny bit confused there, girlie. Demons don't exist, put the blade down. Noone's dying today and of course I can see you. Can't everyone?" He spoke slowly and soothingly, stepping back slowly with each word. His heel hit part of the log he had been sitting on and he tripped, landing on it hard. He groaned, the impact jarring his spine.
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