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 Posted: Thu Feb 10, 2011 4:15 pm
((I would love to bring this back! I miss Ashle and Matt biggrin ))
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 2:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 4:21 pm
((who was the last one to post?))
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 4:36 pm
xXSereneShadowsXx ((I can't take it anymore...I'm back and I'm back for good. I miss this ******** place...and I miss all of you...hi again, Serene is back and apologizes for being late and inactive. I have many reasons that I will not get into, but I'm back. Enjoy me once more...if you did in the first place. LOL!)) Victor lifted a heavy head, locking gazes once more with the vile Ace of Diamonds. He gritted his bloodstained teeth, the look in the Diamond's blood-red eyes twisting his stomach. Sickening, everything about the man that stood before him was sickening, just as the Jack of Diamonds and previous Ace of Hearts. His blood boiled, recalling the smile when the Ace of Hearts would rip him to shreds, recalling the stoic expression of malice when the Jack of Diamonds stepped on his hands, threatening him with his most vital secret.
The heart-shaped scar on his wrist felt colder now, as if that single area on his wrist was beginning to freeze, sending ice through his veins. A grin crept on his pained face. His resistance was around the castle, tearing the Suits down from within, the very thought making him high with ecstasy, as if the bullet wounds in his body weren't there. Even if the Ace of Diamonds killed him, the resistance would carry on his will and destroy the Suits. He would regret not being able to face the Jack of Diamonds himself, not being able to drive a bullet or a knife through his flesh. Still, from what he heard in his last visit to the infirmary, the Jack of Diamonds was ill, gravely ill, sick enough to come to the Ace of Clubs for help rather than resort to his slave. The black smoke would certainly kill him, if not the fire or another rebel.
Victor produced a smirk. "Vile man, you are," he whispered, sinister and playful, "Men like you make me sick, causing pain to others with no remorse, just for the sake of play. Have you ever heard, Ace, that it is a sin to kill a mockingbird? Mockingbirds are beautiful creatures, their song so lovely. Killing one . . . is absolutely unforgivable. And yet . . . this organization, the one you pledged allegiance to . . . they are the murderers of Wonderlands mockingbirds . . ." He took in a few pained breaths, closing his eyes, tightening his lips shut and groaning through them. He slowly opened his eyes, meeting the Ace once more.
"Why do you suppose . . . that doves are a symbol of peace?" Victor spat up bloodied saliva and forced a grin. "Their beaks and claws . . . they aren't sharp and deadly like the beaks and claws of a hawk or an eagle . . . but I . . . I am different from the Suits." The stoic look in the Ace's eyes only made Victor more excited, knowing that a part of him was confused.
"I have honed Wonderland's doves . . . I have sharpened their beaks and claws and have prepared them for revenge . . . they will have their revenge . . . on the organization that has brutally murdered countless mockingbirds," his voice became louder as he spoke, soon evolving into a scream of lunacy, "GO AHEAD! SHOOT ME, YOU DIAMOND SCUM! I AM VICTOR, VICTOR SHAYN! I will live by my name, I will be the victor for the helpless, I SHALL DRIVE THE SUITS TO OBLIVION, EVEN AFTER MY DEATH!"Jack leaned back in his chair, placing his fingertips together and eyed Nobody pensively. The boy was certainly fit for a king; intelligent, brave, a fighter, a defender. Still, Jack closed his eyes, feeling another dry cough coming on. The boy . . . is he leading me into a trap? Could he be leading me into something . . . no . . . he can't be. Still, this is the queen's tarts we are speaking of . . . something the Knave of Hearts had stolen and somehow gotten rid of . . . well, I do suppose he would use that against me, knowing that I am the leader of the suits and never the Queen, any of them. Jack took in a pained breath, doing all he could to mask the anguish he felt. His pale blue eyes wandered to his hands; pale, bony, and decorated with white nail beds. I could die any day . . . the tuberculosis has advanced . . . how much more can this body take? No . . . I have Gestalt . . . he will prolong my life just as commanded. I will not die, I am a god . . .
The Jack of Diamonds could only scoff at the White King, closing his eyes and once again ignoring the pressure on his chest. "So, do you intend to bargain with me, Nobody?"Gestalt could see it on his master, the pain. He knew that Jack was going to need to exit the castle very soon. The black smoke drifting through the halls wasn't helping his condition. He could easily pass out now. Gestalt could hear the booming down the halls, the screaming of Suits, and the firing of guns. His master's organization had fallen, or so it seemed.BunchaStrange Alex made sure she was holding Tao hand and was close to him as they walked. Whatever happen and whoever caused it could have been hanging around. Animeprincess_9400 Maria easilly understood what she was to do, since the advisors and Patches(oddly enough) nagged her often to wear proper underclothes. She only did so without complaint, foul mood, or hesitation because Marcie had asked her to and Maria considered Marcie to be her friend. After what felt like forever to Maria she left the room, wearing what Marcie had given her. "Did I put it on right?" {In each group, the last people to post. Or at least, I think so.}
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Posted: Sat Feb 12, 2011 5:17 pm
Matt and Ashle were still hanging about the tree, waiting for someone to come. Matt had an idea, "Ash, we need to get them to the tea shop...I've got a basement, the kids can hide there..." He took some by the hand. "You need to get a hold of one of our cards...Jack...go find Jack..."
Ashle nodded. "yea, the guy Marcie was with. Got it." She looked at Matt. "I'll go once we get all the kiddos to the shop."
Tao was still in shock. He looked at Alex. "We need to get to the tea shop...If I know the Gryfin, then she'll be there trying to keep order...."
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 4:11 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 14, 2011 11:00 pm
{When rereading this RP, I can hardly believe how many important bits and OOC that I missed the first time around. XD}
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 7:36 pm
Patches was roaming aimlessly about once more, his thoughts hiding somewhere else entirely. He worried for Maria and longed to be so gently held by her once more. He missed the few days he had her to himself, to where they would play and dance together in the gardens. But now his pretty princess was stolen away by that brat, Nobody as well as those stuffy politicians. He recalled an instance in which Maria sang to him as she fixed him up, making his loneliness grow all the more.
{Random attempt at helping revival post FTW!}
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 7:38 pm
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Posted: Tue Feb 15, 2011 7:52 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 4:16 pm
{I stubbornly refuse re-death. Or letting it stay dead.}
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 7:07 pm
((people need to post when they say they're going to revive this!!!))
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Posted: Wed Feb 16, 2011 7:19 pm
[I'll post in this as soon as I wake up tomorrow, at the moment I'm busy practicing a dance/song for Drama, doing make-up work for Algebra and Science, plus I'm fixing a script for an English project. I can't focus on what I should be posting in and doing my school work at the same time, I'm really sorry!]
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 4:15 pm
"Then... Lead the way..." Alex whispered, not trusting that her voice would be strong if she spoke louder.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 5:04 pm
Tao squeezed her hand. He started to lead her to the Tea Shoppe. He hoped that the Griffin was there. He didn't want her to be in the resistance. Though, most likely, she was because of Hatter.
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