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LoudGhozt's Characters / Jagger Leonhart | | The Woodland Elite
« on: September 06, 2013, 06:43:15 pm »
Ĵ α ɢ ɢ ɛ я
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“  If there was nothing wrong, then there'd be nothing right.  ”

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LoudGhozt's Characters / Ghozty's Lovelies (From A Game of Blood)
« on: September 06, 2013, 06:26:29 pm »
So, as usual, this is where I post my characters' stuff. In my story, the people are divided into four groups based on where they were born and their jobs within the group. I'll do my best to keep that organized in this post because I will not be putting them in the appropriate order. I will post characters as I develop them.

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LoudGhozt's Writing / A Game of Blood | | Dystopian Story
« on: September 06, 2013, 06:23:48 pm »
Before I post for the prologue of this story, I would like to explain myself. The other day, I came up with this idea for a dystopian society and decided to create a story based around it. I can explain, but that would be really complicated without me looking at my pre-typed references. So, for now, this is a WIP. Thanks for your patience.

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Dark Shadows RP / Re: Where it all began...
« on: August 28, 2013, 04:28:13 pm »
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Quote
"But I like to think I can cheat it all
 To make up for the times I've been cheated on
 And it's nice to know when I was left for dead"






Adam wanted to chuckle at the fact that Allie was hiding behind him. Frankly, he should have saw it coming. Allie was always the type to avoid these types of situations if possible. He looked over his shoulder,t o find how uncomfortable she looked. Eventually, the yelling ceased. Sam obviously wasn't completely calmed down, but it was enough progress to relieve some of the tension in the room. You could practically see the fire in her eyes drain slightly. It wasn't enough to make you think everything was okay, but Adam was used to that. Sam was always mad. It was something the entire group had learned to live with.
"So... are we ready?" he asked. Mason nodded. Adam nodded back and looked around the room. Jules was already at the door. Allie was still behind him, looking a bit more comfortable with the situation. Mason was headed toward the door. As was Matt. Sam looked as if she would hang back for a second, but found herself walking that way instead. Adam followed the group, putting a reassuring hand on the handle of his sword. And with, he had forgotten about his dreams.


S a m  >  >

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"Like a game of chess
 I predict your move
 I think I know you better"






Sam nodded with Mason's new plan. The fact tat he forgot to include her in the first place was upsetting. However she was smart enough to know that right now was not the time to bug him about it. She'd wait until after the mission, as usual. Jules, Matt, and Mason were already headed out the door when she decided to move. First, she check her wrist sheathes for her throwing knives, stealth knives, and razor blades. After that, she looked down at her hips, which were well-packed with twin daggers, her signature weapon. Mason's face burned in her mind. The way he wanted to fight back, but chose not to. That was the sign of a good leader. She couldn't help but feel a little guilty about her explosion. she pinched the bridge of her nose slightly, showing that she was frustrated; not only with Mason, but with herself. After it looked like everyone was leaving, she decided to take off. She found Allie. Her face of discomfort and the fact that she hid behind Adam made Sam feel... bad. She was going to say something. Apologize maybe. However, she knew what showing her emotions and regret got her -- it made her look weak. Feel weak. She wouldn't have it. So, instead of being a good person and facing her mistakes, Sam walked behind everyone, bracing herself for combat.


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"Lay down a list of what is wrong
 The things you've told him all along
 And pray to God, he hears you"





Mason looked around the room, remembering the expressions of everyone as Sam threw a fit. Jules seemed fairly content. She should have been. Jules was never the type of person to show attachment and was used to Sam's attacks. Adam looked uncomfortable. He did any time anything got tense. It was in his nature. Allie seemed genuinely afraid, hiding behind Adam. Matt seemed irritated, but he was used to the way Sam acted as well. Mason spent the entire lecture trying to keep everything calm. His group didn't need a distraction. Especially one that was cause by their own Sam Knight. Adam asked if they were moving out. Mason nodded, trying to look calm. Serious. Surprisingly, this was easy. Typically, Mason's personality kept him cracking jokes... or attempting to. He was usually fairly sarcastic around his friends. However, when it came to hunting, his personality almost completely faded and he became serious. A leader.
Mason walked over to the door, ready to leave. And with that, the group was out of the Institute, on their way to the cabin Mason had learned about the night before. There, they would find their lovely forsaken target.

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Dark Shadows RP / Re: Where it all began...
« on: August 10, 2013, 07:54:23 pm »
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"But I like to think I can cheat it all
 To make up for the times I've been cheated on
 And it's nice to know when I was left for dead"






Adam chuckled slightly, inaudibly, at Mason's order. He was in charge of looking after Allie. Typically, on a more difficult hunt, Allie was on her own. But, considering the circumstances, Adam just assumed that it was the easiest thing to give everyone in the group a job... well... everyone except our lovely Sam. She wouldn't be too happy about this, and would make it known. When Sam opened her mouth to speak, Adam couldn't help but find himself rubbing the back of his neck and biting his lip. He always got extremely awkward whenever anyone started complaining. Especially when that someone was Sam.


S a m  >  >

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"Like a game of chess
 I predict your move
 I think I know you better"






Sam was noticeably angry now. She had her head tilted slightly, her eyes narrowed. She couldn't help but find herself looking at Mason. Of course, this wasn't really looking. It was more like one of those I'm going to kill you in your sleep stares. "I'm sorry, what?" she began, her voice full of her signature attitude. "I'm one of the best fighters we have. Why are you not using me?" she asked, her voice heightening in volume. "I can fight. You of all people should know that!" she added, her arms uncontrollably flailing with anger, frustration as she continued. "What the hell am I supposed to do while you guys are off playing soldier?!" she asked. Of course, this question was somewhat rhetorical. She knew Mason probably wouldn't answer. She just wanted to make it known that she was unhappy with his call.


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"Lay down a list of what is wrong
 The things you've told him all along
 And pray to God, he hears you"





Mason seemed at ease for a moment. There was a small moment of silence after he stated the battle plan. Typically, that was a good sign. However, with the look that froze on Sam's face, he knew otherwise. So, with that, he found himself sitting in the weapons room, with one of the greatest young shadowhunters ever to exist yelling at him. He clinched his teeth, trying to hold back his tongue. Part of him wanted to yell back at her, but the other part felt guilty. How could I forget Sam? he thought. He could have punched himself. "Sorry Sam. You can... uh..." he began, thinking of something for her to do. Sam was a very action oriented person and refused to just sit this one out. "Work with Jules and me, providing a distraction. We could use you close to the center in case something goes wrong and we need you to paralyze him." he discovered, smiling slightly. He was proud of his improv skills. He awaited Sam's nod of agreement before saying his next phrase, "Move out." He sounded like a real leader.

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Dark Shadows RP / Re: Where it all began...
« on: July 24, 2013, 10:02:53 pm »
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"But I like to think I can cheat it all
 To make up for the times I've been cheated on
 And it's nice to know when I was left for dead"






Adam couldn't help but smile at Allie. She made it too impossible not to. She always so kind, caring. Just the way she carried herself every day was enough to cheer you up. Adam knew this first hand. He reached out to take the muffin from her hand. During that brief instant, he felt an odd jolt of... something. The exact feeling was indescribable. With that, for those few seconds, he had completely forgotten about his nightmares.
And just like that, it was all gone. The memories flooded through his mind once more. However, he'd do his best not to show it. "Good idea. Thanks Allie." he replied, taking a bite into the muffin. Allie typically did stuff like this for the group. Even though Jules, one of their greatest attributes, clearly had no tolerence for the girl, Allie was determined to please everyone. Adam admired this quality in her, and knew exactly what to expect when the taste of the muffin hit his tounge.
It was soft, chewy, with a perfect burst of flavor that could bring a smile to anyone's face. "Mmmm." he said, trying to make it obvious that he was impressed with her baking. "These are delicious." he added, his smile staying planted on his face. Hopefully, this would add to the whole "nothing is wrong with me" thing that he was trying to play.


S a m  >  >

Quote
"Like a game of chess
 I predict your move
 I think I know you better"






Sam rolled her eyes slightly at Adam, before taking a quick glance at Matt. Sam had never had a real crush before. Well, not someone who she liked that could actually tolerate her. Matt was the exception. She usually didn't enjoy the whole nice-guy complex. However, on him, it just... worked. Sam could have scoffed. It didn't take a genius to tell that he was in love with Allie. In fact, if you want to know the whole story, Matt likes Allie, Adam likes Allie, Allie likes Adam. And no, they didn't tell Sam that. She just knew. They didn't do a very good job of hiding it. Instead, she rolled her eyes, pretending not to care. Instead, she turned to Jules for a moment.
Jules was the only other person in the group who really understood Sam. Of course, Adam tried to. Allie pretended to. And Mason acted like he did. But Jules was the only one with a slightly similar personality. The only person she could truly relate to. Before she could say anything, probably something complimenting her knife, Mason opened his mouth to speak.


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"Lay down a list of what is wrong
 The things you've told him all along
 And pray to God, he hears you"





Mason looked around the room at his little peoples. He was the leader. The group had never taken some sort of official vote, but it just fit. He was the oldest. The bravest. The strongest. The most expirienced. Plus, he just had a good head for strategy. The people could stand to listen to him, no matter what. It was odd. Even Sam, the rebel of the group, would listten to him. He noticed that everyone was readying their weapons. Jules had her long blade. Sam had her twin daggers... and well, her full arsenol of knives. Matt had his crossbow. Adam had his sword. Mason had his bowstaff. Excellent. They were all ready.
"Okay. So, we've been asked to take up a simple forsaken assignment. There's only one of them... as far as we know," he began, his voice strong, powerful, just like the rest of his presence. He was thinking back to the full report he had recieved the night before. "This shouldn't take too long. Because we don't really need the full team, I worked out a strategy." he explained. He had been thinking about this all night, but hadn't perfected anythign yet. So for now, he was going off the top of his head. He took a bite of his muffin quickly, turning to Adam and Allie.
"Allie, you're going with us, just staying back in case someone gets hurt. Better to be safe than sorry. Because staying back without a weapon is dangerous, Adam is staying back with you. Got it?" he said, turning to Sam and Jules. "Sam and Jules, you'll double-team the forsaken from opposite sides, Sam going left and Jules going right. I'll come up from the center and provide for a decent distraction before Matt takes him out with a neck shot." he said. It was an extremely last minute strategy, but he did his best to sound serious. "Any questions?"

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LoudGhozt's Characters / Supporting Characters → Riley Armstrong ←
« on: June 09, 2013, 05:27:52 pm »
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>>  Riley Armstrong  |  Sixteen  |  FC: Jon Cozart  <<

Riley is the ever-so-lovely little brother of the one and only Shiloh. Unfortunately, he is not a splice of any kind, remaining outside the majority of the story. He comes to visit Shiloh while in all of this mess and will play a greater role later on. I hope. Until then, enjoy these gifs I found of his face claim!


Jon Cozart, you are the most perfect person on the internet.


I can't stop.


Seriously. I need help.


Okay. Okay. I'm done. And that's not just because I've used all the good gifs. 'Kay.

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LoudGhozt's Writing / The Children of the Serum | | → Coming Down ←
« on: May 27, 2013, 12:38:57 pm »
                                             
→ P r o l o g u e
      


   They had been waiting longer than they had once expected. The line of limb, nearly lifeless bodies along the wall had shortened respectably from forty-four young men, to a mere eleven.
   “00-033.” a computerized voice called over the intercom.
    Each and every boy in the room winced at the sound of the lab doors springing to life. Stepping out of them were four men in lab coats. Their faces were nearly impossible to read -- completely wiped of emotion. They scattered to the four corners of the room, sending the majority of potential test subjects into the cold, metallic walls.
   “You know the drill.” called one of the men. At that, each individual in the room knew exactly what to do. With that, they rolled up their left sleeve, revealing a five-digit number along their forearm.
   The next few minutes were silent. No one dared to speak as they were being checked. The last person stupid enough to do that was shot on the spot.
   Finally, the men found who they were looking for. In the furthest corner from the door, there was a tall young man. His blonde hair was matted to his head with sweat, and he didn’t look particularly perky. The tallest of the men, who rivaled the height of the teenage boy, crept over to him with a smile. He recited his number aloud.
   “You’re next.” he muttered. There was a faint look of amusement on the faces of the men.
   The boy said nothing, which was odd. Most people practically fell to ground and begged for their life when being called upon. However, this boy showed no fear. In fact, he showed no emotion whatsoever.    The room erupted with mutters and hushed conversation. The boy couldn’t make out any words, but knew by the tone that they weren’t good. He clinched his teeth, but nodded at the man in the lab coat.
   The man grabbed his arm and gave a light tug. The boy followed. Soon, they were no longer in the waiting room. They were in an entirely different section of the building. It was unfamiliar to the boy. The walls were completely lines with metal. Not a single window existed to provide light. The only source of light was the flickering overhead LED light that looked like something out of a horror movie.
   “Are you going to say anything?” the man asked him,.
   The boy replied only with a shake of his head.
   The man sighed and shrugged his shoulders. However, he carried him forward. Behind him, the boy could hear the indistinct chatter of the men behind him. He managed to pick out the words “Crazy” and “Dead” from the conversation. He rolled his eyes, but said nothing.
   In a matter of moments, the group was standing outside of a solid, metal door. A sudden rush of fear came over the boy. Frankly, he was unaware of what happened behind that door. From what he had gathered, it couldn’t be good. One you go in, you don’t come out. a voice reminded him. He had been told this since the day he arrived here. He casually looked over at his escort.
   “I hope you’re not looking for an explanation. That information is classified.” the man said with a grin. He tapped the door once.
   “Send him in.” a shaky, somewhat disturbing voice called from inside. The door barely moved, leaving a tiny crack to show that it was open.
   The boy shot a look at the man next to him. He means me. he inquired. The man smiled, amusement in his voice as he said, “Good luck, kid.”



   Once inside, the boy was not impressed. This scary doctor figure he’d been told to fear only stood a few inches above five feet. His head was bald and his face was plagued with wrinkles. He was incredibly skinny and it surprised the boy that he could even hold a test tube. In fact, if the boy hadn’t been starved over the past three days, he would have insisted that he could fight this guy off.
   The room was a bit warmer than the rest of the building. Like most other rooms here, there were no windows, the walls were made of the same chrome, metallic material, and there was an tangy stench of blood. Along the back wall, there was a long counter that held many tools. The boy couldn’t determine all of them, but managed to identify several test tubes and a single syringe. In the center of the room, there was a single lab table, equipped with thick leather straps at the four corners.
   A bolt of unease and panic came over the boy as the man closed the door and crept toward him.
   “You can relax,” the man began. “It hurts less if you relax.” he finished. He sighed, walking over to the back wall and fiddling with the many objects along the counter. “Have a seat.”
   The boy sat on the lab table, refusing to lay down.
   “I’m Doctor Frank Wysession.” the man said. It was more of a statement than a greeting. He had done this far to many times to be diplomatic with each and every test subject. “This will not be fun for you.” he began, preparing the syringe and cleaning the needle. He went on to explain, “This is a serum that our scientists have managed to forge with the DNA of a Komodo Dragon.”
   The boy’s eyes widened. The whole time he was here, he never understood the purpose of the experimentations going on. Now he knew. Cross species genetics. He gasped slightly, jumping from his seat in a desperate attempt to escape.
   Suddenly, the four men from before flooding into the room, grabbing the boy’s arms and legs.
   “Bind him.” Dr. Wysession said calmly.
   The men obeyed, throwing the weakened teenager onto the lab table and wrapping the leather straps around his wrists and ankles. The boy heard the chuckle of a single man before they were ushered out of the room.
   “I knew you would try to escape. Your kind always thinks they can get out in time.” Dr. Wysession said. “I’m disappointed in you.”
   The boy struggled, using every last ounce of his strength to fight this. He just knew he could break free. There had to be a way. Wysession chuckled. Was he amused by this boy’s pain? His frustration? His agony? His fear?
   “And just like those before you, we don’t expect you to survive the night.” he laughed. He neared the boy with pure joy and amusement in his eyes and a syringe in hand. “This may hurt a little.” he warned as the needle pierced the boy’s skin.
   And then, everything went black.




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LoudGhozt's Characters / Ƭнɛ Ғɛαяℓɛƨƨ Δℓρнα | | Rhett Donovan
« on: May 24, 2013, 03:08:01 pm »
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>>  Rhett Donovan  |  Twenty  |  Wolf  |  FC: Max Irons  <<

Rhett is the oldest one here. Though he wasn't the original survivor, he easy asserts himself as the strongest. Theoretically, it's true. He leads the inner rebellion, using his fangs to make the others listen to him. He controls others with a combination of intimidation, confindence, strength, and fear. It works out for him and most of the experiments respect him. His best friend is Alec and Colette is in love with him. She just wont admit it to the world. It's not hard to see that she's developed a crush. Shiloh isn't a huge fan of him, but still considers him a friend.


Rhett is mutated with a grey wolf, giving him excellent leadership skills. On top of that, they highly increased his strength and senses of smell and hearing. He has very short, thick retractable claws and sharp, blunt teeth. Overall, he's still fairly dangerous.


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LoudGhozt's Characters / Ƭнɛ Ғяɛиcн Ѧιƨтακɛ | | Colette LaRoux
« on: May 22, 2013, 07:13:16 pm »
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>>  Colette Margurite LaRoux  |  Seventeen  |  Cheetah  |  FC: Jemima West  <<

This is Colette. Colette is a very... intereasting individual. Being one of the younger mutants here, she feels the undying need to proove herself to everyone. She's quite capable, but we'll get to that later. For now, you should know that she's French; At times, her accent is thicker than others. She's very proud of her lineage and herself, which is why she introduces herself by her full name rather than just her first. Eventually, Shiloh learns to love her.


Colette is mutated with the DNA of a cheetah. Because of this, she has the ability to run incredibly fast. However, her most noteable mutations are probably her retractable claws. She's incredibly dangerous when it comes to whipping them out. However, unless she shows them to you, you'll never know they're there. She compulsively bites her nails to keep them hidden. They cannot stay completely sheathed in her fingertips, so she bites off the excess so she doesn't claws everyone she touches.


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LoudGhozt's Characters / Ƭнɛ βʋℓℓɛтρяσσғ Ƨʋяʌιʌσя | | Carson Blackthorn
« on: May 22, 2013, 07:11:53 pm »

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>>  Carson Blackthorn  |  Nineteen  |  Komodo Dragon  |  FC: Aex Pettyfer  <<

This is Carson. Carson was the first survivor of the experimentation process, and is considered to be one of the strongest. However, unlike his best friend, Rhett, he is not highly fear among the other experiments. He is respected, but not feared. Carson Blackthorn is the first person Shiloh meets in the institution.


Carson is mutated with a Komodo Dragon, a very large, powerful reptile. From the mutation, Carson retained scales along his back, arms, legs, and feet. These are the only visible scales, however, they exist everywhere. They are practically bullet proof, so good luck beating him in a fist fight.


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LoudGhozt's Characters / Ƭнɛ Ƥнσɛиιϰ | | Shiloh Armstrong
« on: May 22, 2013, 07:09:09 pm »
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>>  Shiloh Armstrong  |  Eighteen  |  Golden Eagle  |  FC: Kaya Scodelario  <<
This is Shiloh, the main character of our lovely little story. I was going to give her a middle name, but figured that could remain a mystery for now. You'll get over it. So, it's just Shiloh. Shiloh Armstrong. Let us begin with the explaining!


Shiloh was born in Detroit, eighteen years ago. Two years later, her brother, Riley, was born. She lived with her brother, and her parents, Jane and Peter Armstrong, until her mom took off when she was six. Turns out she was a drug addict or something. Shiloh got over it after a little while. Shortly after, her father's business took off and the family became fairly wealthy. However, it meant that their dad was out of town a lot, leaving Shiloh and Riley to themselves. Shiloh quickly took responsibility for her little brother.
Shiloh didn't stay the responsible type. She started hanging out with theives when she was thirteen and started stealing the year after. Turns out, she's pretty good at it. Of course, she tells Riley that it's wrong and has managed to keep him on a decent track for the time being. They treat it like a joke for her sake now. Eventually, her mistakes catch up to her when the cops catch her. You'll find out more later.


Shiloh was spliced with a golden eagle, which gave her wings. She is the first avian the scientists have ever created, and she's not very good with her flying abilities. She can fly, just not for very long distances. She's also incapable of flying someone else over to somewhere. They weigh her down too much and her wings aren't that strong yet. However, with training, she has the potential to be more useful in the future. Other than that, her mutations give her eagle-like sight. Her aim is nearly perfect now and she doesn't miss anything.


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LoudGhozt's Characters / LoudGhozt's Experiments
« on: May 22, 2013, 07:03:49 pm »
Here, I shall post my character faceclaims, personalities, mutations, and so on as I develop them. This is for an original story in which I shall be posting in my very own "LoudGhozt's Writing" board. Feel free to read. Frankly, this topic is just a place for readers to get some sort of reference to the appearance of each character.

P.S. The fact that I use faceclaims shoudln't bother anyone. I do not take credit for any pictures used on this topic. The writing, on the other hand, is mine. So, take it and perish.

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LoudGhozt's Writing / Explanation + Rules for this Board
« on: May 14, 2013, 05:21:43 pm »
Welcome

Dear readers,

I've created this threat to post my writing works. All of them will be some form of prose considering the fact that I am incapable of poetry. I will use this board as a method of "self-publishing" my original stories, as well as writing any fanfictions. To be honest, I created this board out of sheer boredom and the disire to share my work without worrying about censorship or plagairism. So, thanks for reading this far and feel free to read through some of my work. Here are a few simple guidelines for this particular board (They do not apply on other boards):

- Do not post. This is a board for my posting and my posting alone. This is a read only section. If you have comments and such reguarding my writing, please send me a PM.
- Be kind in your critisism. If you feel the need to tell me that something is wrong or inconsistant with my writing, please let me know in a way that isn't totally rude and over critical.
- DO NOT PLAGAIRISE. I'm aware thatmy work isn't the best, nor is it perfect. However I've had my work stolen before and did not enjoy it. If anything is plagairised from this board, or any other, you will be banned.


So, thanks for reading and please enjoy the board.

-- LoudGhozt

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Dark Shadows RP / Re: Where it all began...
« on: April 28, 2013, 03:14:10 pm »
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Quote
"But I like to think I can cheat it all
 To make up for the times I've been cheated on
 And it's nice to know when I was left for dead"






Adam rolled his eyes at Mason. He was just going to tell him that nothing was wrong, as he had planned to do if asked by anyone. However, before the words could come out, Matt and Allie were walking in. A corner of Adam's lip curved slightly into a smile. Partly, because it would get Mason off his back temporarily, but also because of the golden eyes that peered through the room. Allie's eyes were beautiful, yet haunting. They almost perfectly matched Jake's eyes, which would have sent a normal boy running for the hills. However, something about those golden sundrops was different. Comforting, almost. He wouldn't be able to explain why, or understand it for himself.
Adam slid his sword, already properly sheathed, through his belt, letting it hang from his hip as a sword should. Many hadow hunters used a back sheath, but Adam felt that he was more light a medevil knight in this fasion. He looked up at the two, making his sile as mild as possible. Hopefully, they wouldn't notice anything off about him; The paleness in his face, the possible red marks under his eyes, and so on.
He couldn't help but find himself eyeing Allie's sundress. How could she be a shadowhunter, like the rest of them, but be so pure. So innocent. And so... able to wear a sundress? The other girls here wouldn't be caught dead in a dress, but Allie seemed to enjoy them. This was confusing. Intriguing. Maybe that wsa something else that drew Adam in. She shook his head abruptly, as if snapping himself out of a trance. That's when he noticed the bag in Allie's hand. Anyone who knew Allie as well as Adam liked to think he did, knew what that meant. "Are those muffins?" he asked, smiling. He felt down and gripped his growling stomach slightly. He hadn't eaten since lunch the day before. He then rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, hoping that she would pass out the beautiful pastries within the bag.


S a m  >  >

Quote
"Like a game of chess
 I predict your move
 I think I know you better"






Sam walked into the weapons room completely. She had managed to ignore anything going on around her. So anything Mason said when he assigned himself the position of leader just went in one ear and out the other. She shrugged and crept toward her weapons. She had the tendency to stick with her shorter, duel blades. A pair of twin daggers in Sam's hands were just as effective, if not more effective, that a single blade in Adam's hands. Sam ran her fingers along the cold metal that plated her blade, avoided the sharp edges that would cut her. With one, quick motiton, he gripped them by the handles, and spun them around into the sheaths on the sides of her hips. She looked like a boss doing it, if I do say so myself. She slid another stealth knife into a wrist sheath, as well as several in her pockets. She was always extremely well armed, and the first to dive head-first into a deadly situation. He turned around to her group and smiled. They didn't seem to be paying much attention. Oh well. She'd get them to look at her during the hunt.


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Quote
"Lay down a list of what is wrong
 The things you've told him all along
 And pray to God, he hears you"





Mason laughed slightly as he spun around to see who walked in. "Allie. Matt. Long time no see," he said sarcastically. For that moment, his mind was taken off Adam. However, being the over protective, brotherly type that he always was, he'd come back to him. He smiled at Allie and Matt. "Nice of you to finally show up." he teased. He reached over for his bowstaff, slim, strong, and retractable. He slid it into a specially made compartment in his jacket, across his back. He then picked up a fairly large knife, sliding it into his jacket pocket. He looked over at Matt, the only real hunter of the two who just walked in. "Get your stuff. We're going on a hunt today." he said, completely ignoring Allie. He loved Allie to death, she was like the annoying little sister he never had. However, he knew she wasn't much of a hunter. A fighter. A killer. The rest of the group was. She was just there for the healing.

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