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Some people are just born to fight, I think. It’s not that they’re born brave. It’s not that they’re born strong. It’s just that the universe has decided that this one, this one will have grit and fire and steel in their blood. And it’ll be tested, this cosmic mettle of theirs. They’ll face trial after trial, be broken and damaged in countless ways. But this one was born to fight. Maybe it’s not the life they would have chosen. Maybe they’d love to lay down their arms. But they were born to fight. It’s what they know. It’s what they do best. It’s all they can do.

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I’ve never been good at emotional stuff. Except anger. Anger, I’m good at.

Hannah Harrington, Saving June (via siriuslyback)

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Don’t ever put your happiness in someone else’s hands. They’ll drop it. They’ll drop it every time.

Christopher Barzak (via quotemadness)

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“I’ll see how I feel after lunch,” he glared at her. Nolan had a keen instinct which meant he was skilled not only at his job, but dealing with other supernaturals. There was no doubt in his mind Chrissy and Roman knew each other. He didn’t know her personally, so she was thrown into the mix for pure entertainment. Despite trying to keep his cool and figure a way out, the smell of her blood was getting to him. He recognised the sweet smell of fae blood from a mile away and being this close to one only confirmed his suspicions. The question was, what the Hell Roman was doing with a fae and how did they know each other? Did they know each other at all?

“Nolan, but you probably already knew that,” he grimaced, walking over to the showcase to examine the gun. Furrowing his brows, he glared back at her. “First of all, this isn’t a game. He’s putting our lives on the line like some sick psychopath. He is a fucking psychopath and something tells me this gun isn’t here for show. Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not playing along.”

“Actually,” came a voice from the speaker located next to the camera. “You will play along because if you don’t, all of you will die. Now, I really don’t want that happening, so I’m giving you a perfect chance to save your own skin. Game is simple. You figure out the code on the wall and get the word, I’ll let you out. You shoot the kid, I’ll let you out. Time’s ticking. Don’t disappoint me.” As the static of the speaker disappeared and they were left in silence, it didn’t last long before the room was covered in a pulsating red hue and an alarm was raised.

“Fucking psychopath!” 

“Nolan,” Her echoed words were quiet, especially in comparison to his fuming. “remind me, are you the one he fucked?” Another pause as she followed him over to the opposite side of the ominous showcase and its contents. Green eyes flickered from the gun to his dark ones. “Or are you the one who got his heart broken?” The faerie was playing games with him herself, perhaps it was cruel of her to poke him from one side whilst Roman was doing the same from the other. 

Watching his anger grow prompted her to stride forward until deceptively slender fingers had curled into his shirt. Her grip was strong enough to prompt his eyes to look into hers, and yet oddly gentle at the same time. “Getting angry is fucking useless. Untying that kid is, too. Even if we don’t shoot her, where the fuck is she going to go?” Chrissy let the information seep in before going on. “I don’t know about you, but I'm not going to die today, so lift those pretty eyes up to that puzzle, yeah? Help me play this fucking game.” The flicker of a smirk teased at rosy lips before she went on. “Talk to me a little if it gets boring, won’t you, handsome? Is the sex with your husband not that great? Is that why all the cheating happened?” 

Chapter 1 | Nolan & Chrissy

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Nolan gasped as the bag was removed from his face but before he could get a good look at any of his surroundings, he was being pushed inside what seemed to be a ten by ten trailer with a somewhat familiar face to his immediate right. Eyebrows furrowed slightly, he pulled himself up to examine the room before he froze. Staring at the gun and then to the child, his eyes caught the shapes on the wall as he tried to work out what exactly this first room was. He was a detective after all. Still, part of him couldn’t quite focus as Declan was nowhere near him (as far as he knew) and the stranger’s aura wasn’t giving off the best vibes. He almost visually cringed at the reiteration of the pet name Roman had given him, confused as to why the other had mentioned his appearance.

“Sorry, am I supposed to know who you are?” He shot back, eyes investigating the gun. Small whimpers could be heard from underneath the bag shoved onto the kid’s head and he strut over, removing it. “I have an idea as to what he expects us to do, but there is no way in Hell I’m letting it happen.” Spotting the camera on the opposite wall, he glowered at it. “You hear that Roman? It ain’t happening!” As he began untying the little girl, he glanced back to the other. “Have anything sharp on you?” 

An air of silence lingered for a short moment after his first question; an air in which rosy lips tilted further in amusement and a tangle of limbs pushed themselves up to a stand. “Course not. It’s more fun this way, don’t you think? More mysterious.” The faeries eyes widened for a jokingly dramatic effect on that last word. The presence of a camera didn’t surprise her. Calculating eyes studied it before she pressed a soft kiss to the tips of her fingers and blew it in the devices direction, as if to soften the blow from Nolan’s harsh words. 

“Y’think Roman would let me cheat by leaving my knife on me, handsome? C’mon, now, I’d hoped you were more than just a pretty face.” True to her words, the familiar pressure beside her right ankle was missing, but her mind was already working, light eyes already searching the space. Truth be told, she wasn’t too keen on killing a child herself. She would if she had to, of course. But perhaps there was an alternative. “This is a game. It’s always a game with Roman. You figure out how to play and go for it.” For the first time since she’d started scanning the room, the faerie stood still and landed green eyes on him. 

“When we find out what the fuck we have to do, you’ll play, won’t you? Don’t let me down, pretty boy.” Her gaze might’ve been intimidating to some, alluring to others. 

“I’m Christina, by the way. Call me Chrissy.” 

Chapter 1 | Nolan & Chrissy

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Chapter 1 | Nolan & Chrissy

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“Counting on you, Baby Doll. He gets hurt— so do I.” 

The words echoed within her thoughts as a choir’s voice would off the walls of a church. Perhaps it was her groggy state that had prompted the image of chapels and angelic voices. Call her sociopathic, the entire concept of this warped up game had also prompted a smirk. She knew Roman. He liked to play. Good thing she did, too.

The trip to her assigned room wasn’t an easy one for those escorting her; before she had received a bruise on her face that would turn black enough to have blurred the line between consciousness and unconsciousness, she would have been sure to leave something in return. Nolan’s name was more familiar to her than his face was, and she had barely caught a glimpse of it before being shoved and locked into their metal prison. 

Green eyes, one of which above a blossoming deep purple, squinted at the setup after swearing at the shut door. The faerie had committed many questionable deeds in the past, including murder. Not of a child, though. Of course, that didn’t hinder the already forming plan in her mind about how to snatch that gun faster than her apparent partner could. Speaking of which... the brunette finally glanced over at the other from her place on the floor, small palms adjusting her weight as bruised knees drew together against the cold floor. 

“You’re prettier than I imagined you’d be, Baby Boy.” Even half croaked out, there was something sultry that leaked into her tone from behind a slight smirk. Might as well give Daddy a show right back. 

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The faerie wasn’t sure why he had asked her to dress pretty, but she had done so with the intent to leave a trail of slack-jawed men in her wake. Perhaps they could be more successful in completing that goal hand in hand as they partook in whatever undoubtedly wild plans Roman had for this particular day. 

“You gonna bend down here so that your babydoll can give your cheek a birthday lipstick stain, or?”

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there’s nothing more satisfying than the sound of hitting someone solid in the fucking jaw.

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“You really gonna leave me alone in there?” An exasperated sigh filled the late night’s air, his body sinking to submerge his head completely underwater for a few seconds. It was something he found relaxing over the years, contrast. Just like the way cold water would clash against his hot skin or how freezing snow would feel against his paws in winter. Or the way she looked so innocent, and yet he knew the harshness she was capable of. Maybe it was why he found her company so soothing, she offered him comforting disparity. The sudden need for air broke him out of his thoughts, rising back to the surface only to hear her complaining.

He finally decided to come back towards the land, a playful glint flashing in bright eyes. It could almost be threatening to inexperienced eyes. With this proximity, he could now easily pick her up over his shoulder as he so gracefully stated he would do earlier and drag her with him. “Fine. I’m sparing you before you turn into a freaking ice cube. But you still owe me food.” He would play nice, for now. Truthfully, this little pit stop was mostly for him and his need of a cold shower. He had started to feel some signs of exhaustion, and this gave him some energy back. “What’s the next stop on your drunken escapade list?” He still had some in him, if she was up for more. 

The closer he traveled, the cheekier the curl of her lips grew. Chrissy knew the glint in his eyes like she knew the back of her own, bruised-knuckled hand. It fueled something that her rib cage tried to keep captive, something she couldn’t quite put a name to. Whatever it was screwed her in place, even when he was close enough for her to feel the warmth radiating from his body; the only thing that moved was her head as it tilted to keep her eyes on the spark in his. 

“Appreciate it. I won’t poison your food as a token of my gratitude, Dwyer.” Philip had been teasing about her turning into an ice cube, of course, but the cold had her questioning if her fingers and toes were still there. Their eye contact only broke when she moved to throw on his shirt that she had abandoned earlier, and the faerie spoke as she moved to throw it over her slight frame. “Come over. Stay the night. My place is closer and it’s fuckin’ freezing and m-” A drunken misstep had her very nearly barreling into the wolf, stealing her footing and sentence mid-word, leaving a tossed mess of dried leaves behind her in its wake. 

“-and my drunk needs to calm the fuck down.” Her state had managed to meld her sentence into something both slurred and laughed. Chattering teeth bit the words at odd ends; had it been anyone else, she’d have almost been embarrassed. But it was him. Thank fuck it was him. 

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Dear members, 

First of all, thank you so much for any and all interest that you have shown in carrying your characters, plots, connections and selves here with us! Dani and myself hope to create an environment in which everyone can roleplay happily and comfortably. 

We are already working on getting this project up and running, and the next step would be to seek out an individual who knows their way around everything and anything to do with graphics. If you would be interested in filling out this spot on the admin team, then kindly do not hesitate to message the main with examples of your work that you find fit, favorably tailored to roleplays for obvious reasons. We ask that they be sent in anytime between now and October 30th.

We are currently at a very crude, starting stage, however we hope to change that very soon. Thank you again, keep an eye out for posts in the near future! 

-Admin Team

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IMPORTANT

Dear members, 

In case you didn’t catch my last post, you can take a look right here. As you can see from its response, a lot of us want to keep all this going, and for this reason, Dani and myself are creating a little something new. We might have to change up some of the lore/locations/plot since it would not be fair to those who originally wrote it up, and everything is slightly up in the air at the moment. That being said, please be aware that if you choose to follow us here then there will be absolutely no tolerance for anything toxic. Fucking zero, and I mean that so strongly y’all don’t even know. People who a lot of you have confirmed your discomfort with have already been messaged, and some are not invited to join us here. 

WITH ALL THE ICKY STUFF OUT OF THE WAY, the positive response to that little post has our hearts very happy, and just proves how adamant a lot of us are to keep what we have going. Since we have a lovely amount of you interested in making graphics, we’ll post more on how to decide on that fairly soon. Most probably, samples will be asked for, so try to keep that in mind!

If you’re interested in keeping your characters/plots, you can follow us here! 

Keep in mind that this blog is very, very much under construction. Keep all your same blogs, we’ll try get everything such as an OOC group up and running as soon as possible. Thank you guys so much for everything. We hope to create something beautiful out of all this. 

-Miles