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Post by CrossCross on Jul 19, 2012 18:08:23 GMT 1
You guys are lucky. Normally with thread RP's I SUCK at replying but not here. Shows how much I love you guys LOLOLOL♥♥♥ I'LL LET YOU KNOW NOW TOO, I LIKE WRITING LONG THREADS O U O --coughs-- This is a bit of a vent RP too soooo :'D))))
The rain pelted against her window hard and the only thing the young hellhound could do was watch from within her room as the gray skies dropped their heavy rain. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled it on the window. "H-O-L-Y..." She mumbled as she wrote her boyfriend's name on the window. Looking back outside, the young girl stood up and opened her window that they were blessed to have, it was small and was slightly above ground. She didn't know where Lillium or Tam was but if they were here, she knew they would sure be mad at her. Rain pelted into their room, drenching everything. Everything was wet and it was all sure to be wet for a while as the room would be sure to flood if she kept the window open. Which was her plan.
Cross crawled out the window and into the rain, the ground muddy and soggy beneath her bare feet. She panted heavily and stared up at the sky, being soaked in water in just a few seconds. Thousands of thoughts raced through her head, drowning her in her own thoughts. Blood constantly trickled down her thigh only to be quickly washed away, wearing nothing but her panties and a baggy t-shirt. Her hip and the very top of her thigh were covered in cuts she'd given to herself by her claws.
How could you do this to me... She thought to herself. This was the only thought that she focused on. How could you not care... Cross screamed loudly, stomping her foot on the ground hard, the ground cracking a bit. Ever since Collin started dating Dizzy he'd always been with her...And Cross didn't like that. Collin was HER brother. He should be spending his time with her, not that girl. Not her. Not Dizzy.
Jealousy boiled in her blood coursing through her veins, her hands shaking, razor still in her hand. She stole it from Tam, who else would always have one but her. She now knew why Tam did this...It almost felt good. It took away emotional pain and replaced it with physical pain, it made her head spin in almost a sickening good way.
"And he doesn't give a damn about me." Cross whispered, heading to walk into the forest, intending to disappear for a few days.
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Post by TheHappyHippie97 on Jul 19, 2012 19:59:14 GMT 1
Grey clouds hung in the sky, telling a story of sadness and tears. Delilah didn't mind the pouring rain and the heavy atmosphere at all, actually she enjoyed it. Every kind of weather was better than heat and sunshine...she hated that warm light illuminating everything with an almost aggressive pressure. No. Rain was way better, not as good as night though.
Happy about the weather, the demon decided to go for a walk and made her way through the Academy building, stepping outside and letting the heavy rain pour down on her. That wet curtain made it hard to see, at least for a normal person, but the blue haired girl couldn't be considered 'normal' at all. She had always been different from the others...the first time she had noticed that was when she started talking to herself as a kid, having imagenary friends. Doesn't sound too abnormal for a little kid, right? Yeah, but those friends started telling the little kid things she shouldn't have listened to. Things like 'Kill your mother, she's a traitor.', but Delilah had always tried to ignore it. After a short while those terrible statements happened to be true and the shadow lover's personality started to change. Talking to herself became absolutely normal for her and she started listening to the voices. They helped her with getting stronger...
Standing outside, almost completely soaked, the Basic Magic teacher noticed some noise close by. A scream? Hm...might as well check it out! Delilah moved closer, till she could see one of the students standing there alone. She looked a bit familiar...
Like a shadow the demon walked closer, watching the scene in frint of her with slight interest. After the student was done she seemed to want to leave...before that happened, Delilah stepped out of the dark, clapping as if she had watched a good show.
"Very autentic show~ Almost seemed like the scene of a cheesy soap!", she said grinning brightly at the girl. This could be interesting...
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Post by Meduzia on Jul 21, 2012 22:47:43 GMT 1
"Where have you been?" - a very tall woman growled in German. Because there was absolutely no way that mixture of sounds could be called talk. She made talking sound like music to ears. Apparent anger could be heard in her voice. At the door of her room was q male; a comlete copy save for the gender. There was a time of her life when Filth told herself that's all Holy was - a male made at the same template. But that was long time ago when Filth was a teenager and when nothing seemed fair and right. Now, half of century later, she was worried and posseesive as ever.
"Checking out my students, Ira." - Holy replied in their native language as well. Filth got up and pounded her fists on the desk. He did not see that coming.
"You are lying to me, Gustavo! You were with THAT WOMAN again!" - she screamed. She was an inch shorter than Holy but she had more strenght. She was brute and her screaming was terrifying on so many levels. Filth herself claimed she was no woman and held herself in the same level with males. And yet Holy didn't budge.
"I was not with her, Ira. It has been 40 years. We are not together any more. Have you checked your students yet?" - he asked as he switched to very accented English. It was the end of the conversation and both knew it. Filth trusted him. Besides, he did mention new girlfriend. German woman was ready to gauge her eyes out. Just like she did to Dementia all those years ago......
"Yes, some are missing. Perhaps outside. I'll pull the bastards back by their deaf ears. Pests." - with that comment she left the dorms and went through the labyrints of halls to the front door, opening it and going out to heavy rain.
She got drenched almost immediately. The hair clip holding her hair slipped and her hair stuck to her face and shoulders. Her water run down her body - but her torso and legs stayed dry because of her sodlier uniform, designed to withstand rain, even this heavy.
And then she noticed her. Standin there, in the rain, screaming and hurting herself. Pathethic. Filth's hand automatically went to her neck. Torn skin made an ugly scar, if it could be called so. After all, Filth had her hwad detached completely. This girl, hurting herself was a pathethic excuse for life. And Filth did not need to know her reasons.
She also noticed another person. Jusy another one on the audience, observing just as she did. Filth's own clapping was almost timed with Delilah's - tall brown haired woman laughed whole-heartedly at the display of lowest form life she has met in a while. Though truth be speaking, wasn't everyone just a low display of life anyway.....
"I agree, a delightful display you've put there, girl. Now stop the nonsense and don't you dare talk back." - she said in the same accent and intonation, the same speech patern which reminded so much of her youger twin brother, clearly saying that this was not their homeland, and that the desired home was very far away.
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Post by CrossCross on Jul 31, 2012 11:31:13 GMT 1
I'm sorry with the lateness ;3; ))
Cross looked over at both the women when they made their appearance known, the ungodly thing in her hand dropping to the ground. "Filth..." She whispered, staring at the German woman. She did not care to pay attention to Delilah, not amused by that woman's clapping or even her being here. Don't you dare talk back... Filth's words rang in her head and the young hell hound could only drop her head low in shame and obey.
What not many people knew was that even though their relationship seemed cruel and hating towards each other, or at least that's how Cross saw it as on the outside, Cross respected the older woman. She reminded her of her mother. Strong, independent, yet cruel and unforgiving at the same time. "Yes ma'am...." Cross whimpered out, slowly making her way over to the girl known as Holy's sister.
The young girl hung her head low as she approached Filth, her hands shaking. She felt ashamed. What if that had been Holy who found her? He didn't need to see that side of her. The love of her life didn't need to see the ugly monster she was right now. Long claws scratched against her palms, her fists clenched as she shook. ".......S-Sorry Filth...." Cross choked out, staring at the ground like it was the most interesting thing in the world, even if it was just mud.
The rain dropped more, as usual in this storm, and the pup could only stand there and let it drench her while she shook like a frightened dog. Looking up with teary eyes, the girl let out a whimper and reached out towards Filth, craving her touch at this moment. The same cold touch as Holy's but she knew that German woman's touch was very much so more painfully strong. "Can...you take me to Holy...." She whispered, her fingers brushing against Filth's hand.
"I just...want to be with Holy...." The pup said, hugging Filth even though she knew that doing so was a very bad idea. Yet Cross did dumb things so the consequences of the hug didn't faze her at all.
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Post by TheHappyHippie97 on Aug 19, 2012 0:20:25 GMT 1
Delilah had to chuckle at sight of these two...morons. It was incredibly amusig to see that little dog all whiny and hurt. Weak. She was weak. Not knowing what loosing something really meant. Just hiding behind the fact that she had had a terrible childhood. The demon hated those kind of people the most. They were...just like her pathetic mother. None of them deserved to live and if Delilah didn't like being teacher so much, she would have already killed that little brat.
As for the woman, which seemed to be named Faith...she wasn't as weak as the dog. She was stronger, harder. Not a person who would cling to others, crying like a pathetic little creature and the basic magic teacher liked that. Maybe she could make that dog stop whining before she would loose it...pathetic. Despiseable.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you two~"
Delilah said smiling and made a half step backwards. Of course she didn't show her hatred towards that dog openly and rather found it amusing to see Filth acting like a babysitter. That dog...trusting people so easily...showing her weak sides...was it because she hadn't expirienced the true meaning of being deceived? Or was it because she was plain dumb? Probably both...Delilah almost envied her because of her ability to trust people so easily. Well, almost. Weak. They were all weak...
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Post by Meduzia on Aug 19, 2012 18:28:54 GMT 1
Filth shook her head and allowed the teen girl to get a grasp of her. She tensed at the contact, but perhaps only Cross could notice it because Filth didn't show it, but Cross has, after all, touched her. She grabbed the girl, very much determined to prove that she was true to her words, if even to Holy, to pull Cross inside by her ears, but then the girl mentioned her brother.
"No chance in Hell." - she spoke back and gripped the girl's arm a little tighter than necessary. Holy's words - It's been 40 years - echoed in her mind. So he was right, it was 40 years. He had found somebody else and the overly-attacked sister didn't like her, once again. But Dementia was something else, she knew what to expect, she knew to which extend she could go and what were the lines she couldn't cross. Eyes were probably that line. She took a note of Cross' eyes too. Blue. Holy must have a thing for blue. Filth would've never get the dark hair though.
"But don't worry, child. My brother will hear all about this anyway. Now to your dorm." - she growled out, barely moving her jaw and teeth along the way. She then turned and glared at Delilah who started to retreat.
Filth was of rare people who knew all of her students, all of her teachers, her superiors [well... Ramiel Bauman, yes]..... She had the listing in her head, she had their pictures and their faces... But their personalities were yet to be discovered and she already thought of Delilah as of a coward for her retreating step.
"Jones, get a damn grip! Drag your ass here. When you're outside, disobeying DIRECT order, you will escort her back to her room." - Filth didn't demand, she didn't ask or pleaded. It was an order. Even though she's been in army over 40 years ago, she still didn't believe the war was over. Once a General, always a General, she supposed. And what Filth didn't like, was disobeying. What else could be expected of a woman who believed herself to a man?
She pushed Cross forward and used a blood thread to pick girl's razor from the ground, not once getting her vision of Delilah or Cross. Soldier, a one that experienced the prison too - that at least was obvious.
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