It's Milania, nothing else. I've been walking in this earth for twenty years. It's best that you keep your distance away from me for a while if you know what's good for you.
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I just miss everyone. Whatever ze mod is doing right now, I hope she's fine. This RP really had a good plot and good writers. I love everyone, as in I really do. Kieran and Kelly the most. Shit as in.. shit. (insert gross sobbing right here)
I miss everyone.
This would be a little ramble but I saw the trailer for Planet of the Apes and I saw.. well James Franco (ehem, hi modmommy) and I just started fan girling inside the mall not giving a shit about anyone. It was— it’s just that I miss you guys a lot and...
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I miss everyone.
This would be a little ramble but I saw the trailer for Planet of the Apes and I saw.. well James Franco (ehem, hi modmommy) and I just started fan girling inside the mall not giving a shit about anyone. It was-- it's just that I miss you guys a lot and yeah, this rpg is basically gave me the James Franco addiction (*shakes fist* modmommy). I just hope this rpg isn't THAT dead, hopefully some people are still lurking about or something.. I don't know. I miss a lot of people that's all.
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OOC: Anyone want to para?
Where is everyone nowadays?
#anyways#i'm up for anything!#ask para you name it!#just haven't thought of a starter yet :(#we should have had a halloween party#oh well#christmas anyone?
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heathcliffmulligan:
menacingmilania:
heathcliffmulligan:
menacingmilania:
As you wish my love :)
Well then. I see where your priorities are, babe. And they’re all messed up. ;)
Oh whatever do you mean my dear Mulligan?
Meaning you focus all this attention on me—you must want me. And if you do, all you have to do is say so. ;) Not bother with the teasing.
You know I like to mess around with your little head sweetie, you know how I do it and I know you love it.
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heathcliffmulligan:
menacingmilania:
As you wish my love :)
Well then. I see where your priorities are, babe. And they’re all messed up. ;)
Oh whatever do you mean my dear Mulligan?
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Milania groaned and she pulled a chair under the kitchen table, "I already tried both and both are Heathless!" she said as she motioned her hand to the doorway. "Where the hell is he when I need him the most." She shook her head and grabbed the can to drink from it once more. She took a sip and wiped off her mouth with her sleeve. "So where is everyone?" She asked her out of curiosity. Other than the people who tried to greet her on the entrance, the rest of the mansion halls are deserted. The last time she was here, a lot of people were out and about but now they seem to just disappear right out of thin air. Maybe something happened around here when she left, how should she know?
She bit the bottom of her lip, hesitant about it at first but her curiosity was eating her alive. "What happened while I was gone?" She finally caved in and asked her about the latest happenings around this eerie mansion.
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Gemma walked down the stairs. She was starving and in desperate need of a snack. The mansion had been quiet lately; it seemed everyone had either fled to their rooms or gone on some sort of vacation. Gemma, herself, had stayed in New York. Her family had come down to see her in the past week. It...
In still in search for him, her feet dragged her to the kitchen. It was most likely for him to be there but she has to look in every nook and cranny, he is unpredictable after all. She still was a bit jet lagged but she need suppress it down for him. Never could she fully understand why would she need to make self sacrifices for that man, but I guess he had that toll on her.
"I can't I'm playing this shit with him right now..." She mumbled under her breath, letting out a loud groan afterwards. Rubbing her temples to calm her down, she took slow and deep breath to ease her mind until a shrill voice came running towards her. "Milania! I haven't seen you in forever." The voice warmly greeted her making her eyes shot back up. She jolted back a bit and groaned, "Jesus fucking Christ, don't do that again!" She screamed at the person before her. The girl looked thrown back a bit from her not so warm response, making her roll eyes and mumble her apologies. She walked past by her and proceeded to the refrigerator to scour something for her to gorge on. Grabbing the soda can out of the fridge, she stood back up and slammed the refrigerator door shut.
"Gemma right?" She asked her if she got it right. Looking up, she saw her nod in response making her shrug. She opened the can of Coke Zero, letting the fizz out of the can. She parted her lips and took a sip of her drink. She swallowed and wiped the moisture of the drink from her mouth with her sleeve as she set the can on the top of the table with her other hand. "Have you seen Mulligan around? I need to talk to him." She asked her, hoping to get some good information out of her.
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What The Water Gave Me
Weeks has passed ever since she left the mansion to go back to Vegas. She did all that was left to be done, signed some papers, packed her stuff, said goodbye to the lives she met passing through the city and a lot more. It was heartbreaking for her to take her leave from the place she once ruled but like always, she has to move on. There was nothing left for her there now so what's the point of staying? Sure, it was easy for her to runaway from home and that's simply because of her loathing that made letting go a breeze but this is where she was truly born. She loved the city and the city loved her. But supposedly, like anything she ever loved, she has to leave at the end.
In her trip back to the mansion, she was drowning in the sea of despair. She cared less and seems to be so detached to this world. Not surprising to the fact that she lost the only thing she cared about of course but something did change. Empty-- that's what she felt, to sum it all up it would be the word empty. The dreams were more constant than ever since she left the mansion, more vivid than it ever was. Her insomnia is acting up again because she wakes up every middle of the night either out of breath or coughing up non existent blood out of her mouth and it's causing her to confuse dreams with reality.
On the road, she had a couple of lost episodes. There were moments were she had no idea how she got from one place to another, the worst one was the day before she arrived at the mansion. She woke up and she was already on board the plane, it caused her a panic attack. Luckily, she was able to control herself before the staff made an emergency landing so she could be sent into a whacky shack. Everything was a blur to her. No images pop up into her brain, she was a drawing a blank. The experience completely petrified the poor girl, she needs help more than ever, everything for her just keeps turning for the worst.
As soon as she arrived at the mansion, she went searching for him. Not caring for the aggravated driver waiting for his pay and her abandoned belongings in the trunk of his car, not caring about the eyes set on her or their identities, she had no time for their 'welcome backs' or for any form of small talk they threw on her, her mind was only set on one thing and one thing only and that is to find her psuedo saviour.
On her way down to the basement of the mansion, she walked pass the man she wants to see the least. The Irish man called her name more than she can count but yet her head won't turn to face him causing him to hold her arm and break her focus. She finally whipped her head around, facing him with her eyes filled with rage. "Let go of me." She demanded him in a cold tone of her voice. Other than being out of the mansion for weeks, that goes the same for their midnight fiasco. The aftermath was incomprehensible, she left him sleeping soundly with no note or anything. She slid on her clothes and walked out of the door as if nothing happened. No strings attached, it was their deal. She knows that's what he wanted but the thing was-- the change started from there. After the night with him, she loathed herself and the worst part was she doesn't know why. Of course, he has nothing to do with it but still she can't help but blame it all on him.
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So I went out of the mansion for a while to get some of my stuff in Vegas.
I left the flat to rot and there's nothing left for me there so in conclusion...
I'm back.
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the story i heard | blind pilot
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heathcliffmulligan:
menacingmilania:
The face that haunts my dreams nightmares
It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
It's a face that says... I love you but I have to kill you. It's creepy Heath, do you hear me? Creepy. That's what children have nightmares about.
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The face that haunts my dreams nightmares
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