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Thread: "The day we slipped away." [Covert & shinyka]

The soft Earth crunched beneath Eric's black boots as he walked along the dirt bike path that would eventually lead him back to his destination the graveyard. He didn't bother to walk quickly or stay hidden, as being found would mean nothing. Lest someone did find him, they'd probably mistake him for a crackhead or the like. Eric smiled at the thought of that, before mentally affirming that paining his face white with black lips and eyes was a worthy investment. Besides it's ability to keep people from interacting with him, lest someone spotted him, it also struck fear into his victims. Fear , he thought to himself, his smile fading to a thoughtful frown That's the most important part . He smiled again at the thought of killing at least two more of the people who had ruined his life. Mark and David's reactions showed him that even the mightiest could be dragged to the ground, which was what he intended to do before his time back in this world expired. Eric entered a small grove of trees, a shortcut to the cemetery. He didn't bother avoiding the branches at all any cut or scrapes on him would fade after only a few seconds, and he was immune to the pain it would cause him. His fall earlier was a testament to that. It was nice, in a sense, being unable to feel, and Eric had found himself wondering if he would have appreciated it during life or not. Indeed, it would have stopped him from having to cease activity because he wounded himself, but would he feel Trista's touch? Trista , he found himself thinking, his mind switching to his deceased love for the hundredth time since he had been brought back. With a howl, he looked back at the devastation he had caused. The fire was still burning visibly in the night, despite the local department's attempts to contain it. He howled before striking a nearby tree in rage, anger at the ones who had unknowingly destroyed his entire life. With a grunt, Eric pulled his now bleeding fist away from the tree. The wounds were already healing up, and he felt no pain from them, a harsh reminder of the harsh truth. Sighing, he finished his walk through the grove before coming to a wrought-iron fence. Eric shook his head upon seeing it. Perhaps this fence served the harshest reminder of all of reality, a symbol of their containment, a symbol of their futility. On the border of tears, Eric leaped it in a single bound, before landing squarely on his feet. The impact would have at least hurt a normal person, but Eric could feel nothing but sorrow as he walked through the graves, his destination the same it had been every night now. Trista's grave.
Thread: "The day we slipped away." [Covert & shinyka]

The graveyard could be judged to be about half a dozen blocks ahead. She continued to run, despite earning odd looking gazes from pedestrians as they narrowly moved away from her, the young woman who looked to be in a rush. 'Damn these blocks are long...' she thought. Her breathing was paced, as since she would jog and go out for runs when she was alive. Thankfully, her fitness applied to now even, which brought a bit of relief. Her boots continued to meet against the ground as she moved passed, intent on reaching the graveyard in which she had been buried in. Her run slowed down as she arrived at a red light. She laboring breathing silenced by the sudden blaring of sirens. The red and white trucks zoomed down the streets, a total of three trucks perfectly aligned behind one another. She watched them make off in the direction of the building that had been alight with fire. She gazed off in that direction, silently contemplating certain things as the gray smoke billowed into the night air. She sighed softly, and just as the traffic light shifted to red, the young woman was off again, making her way down the sidewalk towards the cemetery. 'Only a few blocks to go,' she thought. She continued for a few minutes, before she slowly halted to a stop, her breathing ragged as she found the graveyard in sight. She bit her lower lip as she gazed at the darkened area. She slowly eased to a walk, sighing softly before she slowly made her way to the gate. Trista hesitated before she slipped through the narrow opening in the gate. She made her way through the older parts of the graveyard, where the monuments have been around for around a hundred years. Yet, her attention was solely focused on the silhouette of the man next to her grave. Trista felt her heart nearly stop when she passed through the groves of trees, only to see the figure of a man standing besides her grave. She bit her lower lip... hoping her emotions wouldn't get to the best of her. She felt her heart rate increase, her legs threatening to give way as she slowed her stride towards the gated grave. Eric...? she softly spoke, gazing at him closely as she neared him.
Thread: "The day we slipped away." [Covert & shinyka]

Eric's pulsed quickened as he approached a rather familiar set of graves, indicating to him that Trista's was nearby. With a light sigh, it finally came into his field of vision, filling him with a combination of sorrow and remorse. He shook his head as he neared it, his pacing now growing more and more unstable. Finally, he was at least in front of it, and Eric allowed himself to drop to the frosty dirt ground with a bit of a slump. He felt nothing as his knees contacted the surface, but instead just keeled in place, thousands of thoughts and memories of her all rushing through his head at once like every time he visited this lonely place. He sighed on more time, a small amount of chilled breath leaving his black lips and forming light vapor into the air. Eric paid no attention to this, but instead opted to continue his meditative stare at the carved stone surface with Trista's name and date of death. Just looking at that single set of numbers set Eric into even more of a crazed meditation. Sixteenth of May, 2005 he thought to himself, that single line echoing through his mind again and again. Just thinking about the day brought back all sorts of erratic memories the screeching of car tires, the one second where it seemed he had an entire world pressed against him. Although it was cold outside, Eric could feel the warm tarmac road and the slightly hot metal fragments of his car burning against his pale skin. With a howl, he threw himself at the ground, striking it with his fists in rage. Yet, even then, the memories continued to haunt him. The light instructional conversation carried between the paramedics, the feel of his limp body being lifted onto a cushioned stretcher. The pale mummer of Trista... that managed to escape his lips before his mind faded to black a final time. Then came newer memories. The memories of just three days ago when he had felt a slight jot of warmth again. The memory of opening his eyes again for the first time in almost three and a half years. The strange feeling that laying on the cold ground at the foot of his gravestone had given him, shortly followed by the odd sensation of separating his fingers from the stitched binding that held them together. He let out a tiny whimper before pushing himself back to his knees again, resuming his silent mourning of Trista. All until a rather familiar voice shattered his erratic thoughts. It was a voice he thought he would never hear again, save for memories, and the very sound of it echoed through his entire being like he was being shaken by something rather warm. Trista...?, he said softly, turning to face the figure in the direction of the voice's origin.
Thread: "The day we slipped away." [Covert & shinyka]

It was something unknown to her that awakened her. She couldn't explain it... since it had an ethereal quivering voice to it. It granted her life, offering Trista a chance at life, a chance at seeing Eric. Without any rational thinking, she immediately agreed to the terms, until there was a goal she wished to partake in such. ' Stop him from taking revenge. ' That was the order she had been asked to comply to. Revenge wasn't the answer, and to know Eric had fallen victim to its temptation hurt the young woman. He was sweet, his love to her tender, and to think of her once future husband killing and causing havoc unsettled her. Yet, here she was, standing just a few feet away from him. Part of her wondered if she should approach, her body longing to feel his arms encase her protectively, and close to his chest... where she would bury her face into it, and pour her heart out to him on how much she had missed him... But she hesitated, unsure if he would want her to approach him just yet. Being revived a day ago had her attempt to get into the gist of things again... though being a revived person had its perks, she never got hungry, not ever caught the scent of a foul odor, she actually smelt quite nice. Eric... it really is you... she whispered, her expression in almost disbelief as her voice quivered. It really is... she murmured.
Thread: "The day we slipped away." [Covert & shinyka]

The adrenaline. It shouldn't have been running. It was. Do the dead feel rushes, why do I feel alive? Eric couldn't shake these thoughts from his head as another resounding impact lit up the parking lot. He swung again, harder this time, he wasn't in control of his body. His anger, his hate moved his arm, kept his hand clenched around the tire iron. He swung brutally, no, not brutally, every swing had missed a vital point, David's ribs hadn't even cracked yet. He wouldn't be moving any time soon though, no, Eric's brutality saw to that. A yell echoed the air as a final whoosh filled the air, a resounding crack almost intrinsically a successor. Eric's rush faded, his rage subsided. He took a step back to marvel his handiwork. David was now no more than a man like spatter, illuminated by the glowing neon sign that overlooked his body. He couldn't be weak. He couldn't. He had survived it. Even though it killed him, he survived it, he was back. He was no longer a man, to call him such would be wrong. He was a shadow, a fragment of the great man that was once Eric Valmer. Nay, he wasn't a shadow, he was a shade, a child of the night. He had crawled his way back from the grave, now what? Was he going to stand there and pity himself with Trista so near? Why was it that she melted him? It was wet. That was the only thing he could think of. Wet. Was it rain? No, it didn't smell like rain, it was like soil, like something clinging to him and refusing to let go. Why? He couldn't help but wonder. What is it that's wet? He opened his eyes, or perhaps closed them. It was pitch black, either way. Where was he? It was wet, and dark. Wet and dark, like a grave. No, he couldn't be in a grave. If he was in a grave, how was he thinking this? If he was dead, how could he be alive? Eric let out a tiny gasp as his fatigue faded, just as oddly as it had first appeared. He felt his muscles twitch involuntarily, as he once again woke up to the surroundings around him. A room, his room, this room lingering somewhere in time, even though its owner was gone. He felt awake again, clear and alive. Or, as alive as he could be while still in this condition. His senses were returning, he was once again in the present, not reliving, or redying his past happenings. No, what happened now was him. Then, it came to him. The warmth. It clung to him, like a ever present bliss, like a salvation pulling him up to the skies. How could it though? He wasn't moving, he was still in bed. It was then he caught her presence, cold physically but warming him, thawing him, however impossible. Her Trista. She was back, she was with him, it was like no time had passed at all, and the two were still there, like they had always been. He turned around, slowly yet with enough speed to dictate the longing in his actions. Trista..., he trailed off, standing in awe, once again transfixed by his old love. She was here, now he was complete again. Yet, he could not have his peace just yet. No, there was more to do.
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Free bump, and I PMed you. c
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The Red Scare always pleases me. Also, Lupin x Tonks is funny. I was like 'waaaaaaait. Lupin's got a beard and Tonk's... what, imagining he's just a very warm dildo?'
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I like Lupin, and I like Tonks, but together they're just... it feels weird. Mostly because Sirius x Remus is part of my personal canon, and I've always pictured Tonks as a big dyke. XD
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Yes, that's why I laughed my ass off. I was like, 'oh, dear, Lupin's gay as a daffodil and Tonks is at least 'bi-curios' with a love for women'. It was painful reading the last book, where she and many of the other characters had character rape as bad as Padme in Episode III.
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I don't think the final book was a complete atrocity. I enjoyed it. The epilogue on the other hand. That was just cruel. She could have left it out and I would have one less bone to pick with her. But no. She had to make sure that it was known that Harry Potter and all his friends went on to life a normal heterosexual life with strangely named children and happiness all around. I still maintain that Harry couldn't ever really have a happy life, and that at least one of his friends would have turned out gay. Pick any one of them, hell knows they all had potential in my opinion...especially that flamer Draco.
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Percy was so gay. Everyone else was off with their 2.1 kids, and he's off yelling about brooms .
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Haha, oh yes, Percival... How could I forget. XD I always thought Crabbe and Goyle had a little thing going as well...they were all each other had in the world...united by their mutual adoration of Malfoy...torn apart by their love for him...then the war forces them closer than ever...Goyle finally learns to read... That could be a whole other book!
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hugs you, reading your first post
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Er, thank you. o
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Asylum? hugs more ?
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Depends... I've had some bad experiences with that genre. xx Plot?
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I usually don't even have plots. XD one... my guy gets tossed into your cell and personalities collide? two... my guy is your doctor and well.. lets say he's not sane either. that's all i've ever done in that setting. Being a crazy doctor or a crazy guy. XD
Thread: 1x1 RP - Het / Yaoi / Yuri - fandoms/originals

Hello!
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X-Men Wolverine x Rogue Alas poor Rogue and her powers... only like Magneto off the top of my head ever really did her. Enough to have a child that is. Of course this was an alternate universe, where Magneto was the good guy.
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Magneto is awesome but... ew. XD
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He is an awesome old charming bastard. With an electro magnetic shield around his cock. Just curious, know much about Marvel or DC outside of the movies? Not that said movies are not really well done, but I want an idea how far your taste goes into the subject.
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Uh. I'm not too familiar with any comics. I was never into them. So the movies are pretty much the extent of my knowledge, plus what research I've done out of curiosity. And some animated tv shows.
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For those who come here and don't really Role Play nor feel the desire to. What the hell is there to do?
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PVP and GD, mostly. We have the IRC chat, it could always use some activity.
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There's socializing, but... this is primarily a roleplaying site, from what I've seen, so that's what most people are here for.
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Mmm...social interaction. Rping has it's moments but most people write like pre-teens trying to make a naruto fan-fic. Oooh wait.
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Hero said Mmm...social interaction. Rping has it's moments but most people write like pre-teens trying to make a naruto fan-fic. Oooh wait. Click to expand... Ewww.....Preteens......Luckily there is a place like this and a good admin that makes sure they don't get here.
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Kaios said Hero said Mmm...social interaction. Rping has it's moments but most people write like pre-teens trying to make a naruto fan-fic. Oooh wait. Click to expand... Ewww.....Preteens......Luckily there is a place like this and a good admin that makes sure they don't get here. Click to expand... Yes, at least here there are less of them and the ones who are here are pre-teens in disguise. XD
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Calista said Kaios said Hero said Mmm...social interaction. Rping has it's moments but most people write like pre-teens trying to make a naruto fan-fic. Oooh wait. Click to expand... Ewww.....Preteens......Luckily there is a place like this and a good admin that makes sure they don't get here. Click to expand... Yes, at least here there are less of them and the ones who are here are pre-teens in disguise. XD Click to expand... Well they do say age is a state of mind. Though I have been confused for a 15 year old.
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Talking and meeting people in all of the other forums, there's a lot, enough at least.
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Z3r0 said Talking and meeting people in all of the other forums, there's a lot, enough at least. Click to expand... This is true. I am shy so, it takes a bit to let myself known.
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Z3r0 said Are you a boy or girl? I'm often shy too, most likely too shy.... -sighs- ..... but don't worry, everything changes, comes and heals with time,... lolz, or at least I like to think so. Click to expand... I am a boy. Very shy for a guy.
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Kaios said For those who come here and don't really Role Play nor feel the desire to. What the hell is there to do? Click to expand... documentarian It is an opportunity to observe the roleplayer in his or her native habitat! There's a lot of mating behavior. Also en
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Eh, I'm not sure if I'm in an RPing mood right now. I just wanna catch up with my old DRP friends at the moment.
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I want a few roleplays, but mainly I'm just wanting a place to hang out because I get lonely
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Ryang Jegal said Kaios said For those who come here and don't really Role Play nor feel the desire to. What the hell is there to do? Click to expand... documentarian It is an opportunity to observe the roleplayer in his or her native habitat! There's a lot of mating behavior. Also en Click to expand... Ah yes I have heard of this. A wonderous thing I hear it is. Though I have never witnessed it myself.
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I usually go around trying to caos havok and chaos or find a pet that can actually handle being a submissve.
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Reaper said I usually go around trying to caos havok and chaos or find a pet that can actually handle being a submissve. Click to expand... I would rather have a real submissive pet because to me pleasant torture is so much better when you are actually with the person. But that is just me.
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Kaios said Reaper said I usually go around trying to caos havok and chaos or find a pet that can actually handle being a submissve. Click to expand... I would rather have a real submissive pet because to me pleasant torture is so much better when you are actually with the person. But that is just me. Click to expand... Over the phone is enjoyable sometimes too, I remember one I had misbehaved one time I had her screw her ass with a barbie doll with no lube for 10 minutes, somehow hearing her whimper and cry in pain begging me to let her stop and her whimpering yes master when I told her to shut up and accept the punishment was sadisticly enjoyable. I have a really really scarey sidse that rarely ever gets let out because of things like that. Think about it like this, you know naruto? like he has that demon sealed inside of him and it leaks outsometimes but when it breaks out it's total fucking chaos? It's sorta like that.
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Reaper said Kaios said Reaper said I usually go around trying to caos havok and chaos or find a pet that can actually handle being a submissve. Click to expand... I would rather have a real submissive pet because to me pleasant torture is so much better when you are actually with the person. But that is just me. Click to expand... Over the phone is enjoyable sometimes too, I remember one I had misbehaved one time I had her screw her ass with a barbie doll with no lube for 10 minutes, somehow hearing her whimper and cry in pain begging me to let her stop and her whimpering yes master when I told her to shut up and accept the punishment was sadisticly enjoyable. I have a really really scarey sidse that rarely ever gets let out because of things like that. Think about it like this, you know naruto? like he has that demon sealed inside of him and it leaks outsometimes but when it breaks out it's total fucking chaos? It's sorta like that. Click to expand... Well I am happy for you?
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Reaper said Kaios said Reaper said I usually go around trying to caos havok and chaos or find a pet that can actually handle being a submissve. Click to expand... I would rather have a real submissive pet because to me pleasant torture is so much better when you are actually with the person. But that is just me. Click to expand... Over the phone is enjoyable sometimes too, I remember one I had misbehaved one time I had her screw her ass with a barbie doll with no lube for 10 minutes, somehow hearing her whimper and cry in pain begging me to let her stop and her whimpering yes master when I told her to shut up and accept the punishment was sadisticly enjoyable. I have a really really scarey sidse that rarely ever gets let out because of things like that. Think about it like this, you know naruto? like he has that demon sealed inside of him and it leaks outsometimes but when it breaks out it's total fucking chaos? It's sorta like that. Click to expand... You should find better things to do.
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Why? I thourghly enjoyed listening to her drgrade, humiliate and bring herself to complete and utter orgams by having her rape her ass with a barbie doll. She loved it too.
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Reaper said Why? I thourghly enjoyed listening to her drgrade, humiliate and bring herself to complete and utter orgams by having her rape her ass with a barbie doll. She loved it too. Click to expand... But really.
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I'm goign to the military soon.
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Reaper said I'm goign to the military soon. Click to expand... Sucks to be you.
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All my friends that have gone in the millitary have all turned into either assholes, or manwhores.