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CLOSED STARTER || ANGELA || @mrrobotangela

     e corp. evil corp. that’s what they were, evil. whether people chose to take the newly given title literal or not, that’s what they were. a company that couldn’t care less. they needed to be stopped, someone had to do something. someone, someone... why not me? hello friend.i know- i know.... this looks bad, i’m about to walk into the worst company of our time. the one i’ve avoided even with tyrell’s offer... but trust me, i know what i’m doing...

     elliot approached the building he had despised, the building he actively worked to take down. but he did in fact, know what he was doing. there for the purpose of accepting what he had previously denied. tyrell wouldn’t say no, he couldn’t, he looked to excited at the idea of just inviting him to join, like there was no possible was he could say no. yet he did. and he was back, he did leave saying things like he needed more time to think. so everything should be fine, though he still needed to give an interview. that was the worst part, he was terrible at these. the continuous questions, the other person digging into him wanting to know everything. elliot could simply just do some research and know a persons whole life. this was different. they didn’t know anything about him besides the lies he would feed them. elliot was lucky to have the job he did have once, thanks to an old friend who had suggested him. which made getting it 100% easier. 

     elliot waited in the main waiting area of the company, it gave him terrible vibes. but he buried that all down, he had his reasons. as much as it felt like he was suffocating, the whole place was holding a pillow on his head and pressing down. once the interview was over everything would be fine, they had to be. different thoughts raced through his head as he got carried away, forgetting to stay focused. different swarms of thoughts made time and reality a blur, but something cut through. a voice. someone called his name. looking up to the source, he saw her.

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-- S T O P --

&&. below this point is old RP for a group i am no longer part of.

&&. everything beyond this post is old and holds no relation to the the blog anymore. I’m practically starting it over. I have no intention of deleting any of my old threads or posts on this account, and intend to leave them there as just nice threads to look back on, and that’s it. {removing the tags as well for them since they’re of no relevance anymore.}

&&. from this point forward, the blog will be part of a different group if I find one, this will be updated if this happens.

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you should bring in tom riddle! idk if you're a fan of the HP universe but he's a villain who could shake some shit up yo

&& well hello ~! i’ve never considered tom riddle, but i have seen the hp series, ive as well rp’d newt scamander from fantastic beasts - 

sad to say i dont really know tom riddles character well enough to rp him though, maybe if i knew more but thanks for the suggestion ~

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itspaperdolly;

G R A C E watched the stranger warily…he seemed confused and lost. Taking pity on him, Grace knelt down slowly to switch the music off on the cd player, then, smiling brightly at her unexpected audience, she said: “I’m Grace Violet, what’s your name?”

As she asked her question, she crossed downstage and took a small paper cup and some water, pouring an ample amount in, she walked over to the stranger and handed him the cup. Grace said, gently “It’s ok, I don’t bite.”

She studied her companion with curiosity, wondering what the man had been doing wandering through the theatre…and why on earth he was so scared.

     watching her with a shaky glance. eye darting around occasionally. figures just out of the corners of his eyes. there was no trust, he didn’t have any faith in anything. no clue as to what was real and what wasn’t. dancing shadows all around, being the girl that approached with water. he flinched back, hesitating harshly at the offer.

     with her kind words, slow hands reached out to grasp the cup and look into it. shaking all the while. red filling his vision, a cup of anything but water- a frown appearing with speed over his expression. negative and condescending thoughts filled his head with ease. breath quickening as he shook more and looked up to the girl. hands moving to hold his head, cup falling to gravity. 

     ❝ w-who,,.. whe-re-rrrrre- where, aaare we...?               i- i - imm- im j, joshhsh... ❞ words shaking just as much as he. trying to focus. he needed to calm down but everything was so difficult on him.

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her eyes met the ring which he pointed out, ‘negan’ it read was HE this negan? she was quick to hide it stuffing her hands in her pockets of the hoodie which practically absorbed her. “oh.. that? it just kind of appeared.. but shouldn’t we talk more about that ‘apocalypse’ ?” she wanted to take the attention off herself; and honestly she was curious about this supposed apocalypse.

     not letting the topic of the ring slide from his mind, he furrowed his brows at her. just a moment though, a smile remaining on his lips. not letting it slide he gestured to it again. he didn’t like shyness or meekness, he loved attitude. the balls someone had to stand against him in such a terrible situation such as the apocalypse, it was great. this wasn’t the apocalypse anymore though. he didn’t have need to be so aggressive or controlling. but he still was the same person and he seeked truth. something did seem off though. 

     ❝ now doll, i asked about that ring? you gonna fuckin tell me or do i gotta find out my fuckin self? ❞

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     a cold hand set loosing around the drink on the counter. not drinking from it just yet. will was thinking, he wasn’t fully there as per usual. with his line of work, he had a lot to think about occasionally. his mind being pulled back to reality as the crown around his started applauding. moving the edge of the glass to his lips to take a drink. able to see the pianist approaching from the corner of his eye, will set his drink down pretending to not see him coming. the words dripped with a calm flirting tone. he saw it as natural, seeing as he was in a bar. flirting seemed like the norm. 

     ❝ piano holds an intriguing grasp on me. each key and note played correctly to form something beautiful                                           and pleasing to the ears. ❞      brushing off the ‘handsome’ part and responding to his question just as casual. nothing wrong with trying to hold a formal conversation even if there was slight or not so slight flirting involved.

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Harry was playing the piano at the local bar.  Just because it’s lover’s day or whatever doesn’t mean he can’t not play anymore.  So he plays and gets an applause when he finishes a little bit later and when he looks up, oh boy his heart flutters.  He’s never seen a man so beautiful before.  When it’s his break he goes up to him at the bar, but casually.  “ ‘ello ‘andsome.  Enjoy tha playin’?”  

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     josh stepped back at her reaction. it scarred himself just as well. looking at her with concern written on his face. he didn’t know where he was or why he was there. having a panic attack, that was at least more stable now since he’d seen another person he was able to approach. to say that josh was at the moment more stable was not to lead to the conclusion that he was not unstable either. he was completely in every way, not okay. his while form shook as he even stood there.

     ❝ he.... hello...? d, didn’t mean to- to s- s- ssscare you... ❞   

     josh was incredibly lost and he just wanted to find someone or some thing that he had recognized. but so far, there was nothing. not chris nor sam. wanting to have something to grab to, to be able to relax. closure of some form. josh did not feel safe in the least. and he was completely unstable.

Grace spread her arms out, holding them with grace and effortless poise, yet her mind was elsewhere. She missed a beat in the music and all of a sudden, she was out of step. Frustrated, she started again.

Ballet was her first love really, and when she danced, it was like all of her worries would float away. She didn’t really feel the urge to leave this strange little town because she had her stage and an endless supply of interesting people to talk to. Grace loved people, and she loved making people happy. 

Once again, her thoughts spiralled and she fell out of the second position. Determined to concentrate, she lifted her spine up again, only to be startled by the stranger tapping on her shoulder.

“Gee, you scared the life out of me!”, she gasped.

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     unable to recognize her face. he didn’t doubt, or care to, that she might not be one of his wives. a smirk spreading across his face looking down at her. he didn’t mind, or argue that he didn’t recall the girl. letting in go, she was pretty and was sweet. he liked when they had attitude but it was fine. there were all types of wives he had. accepting the unknown lie. he didn’t seem to find a problem. just yet that was. the world he was in now was still foreign to him so anything could happen, he wouldn’t be surprised. catching the ring on her finger with his eye, he referred to it.

     ❝ good good, i thought so. hell of a fuckin’ apocalypse. but here we are now. things’ll definitely be changing. and about that? ❞ 

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as the man talked about his wives; and how she was one.. she knew that wasn’t possible.. unless they somehow- somewhat got hitched in Vegas , but she never found herself in such a party eccentric scene, unless forced by her mom.. but again she couldn’t find the words, the courage to correct him no matter how hard she mentally prepared telling herself to form a simple sentence, but that simple explanation didn’t come out.. what did was  “-yeah, I must be..” an agreement,  a lie.. lying was becoming too easy, “I-I am.” good job on the stutter, vicky real nice job… no way he’ll buy that, who would??

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     letting thoughts carry him away from reality became a common for will. not hearing the footsteps approach him as he was in his own mind. the physical touch pulled him back to reality. blinking as he recalled where he was quickly, to hear a ….. familiar voice. there was no misplacing the accent. turning round to look at whoever it was behind him, not even glancing at whatever was held in his hand. hannibal lecter. thoughts flooded through his head. not enough shock was there to cause an outward reaction of any kind.

     ❝ hannibal… ❞ 

     they had well moved on past their psychiatrist-patient relationship. of him calling him doctor lecter. no, not anymore. they had grown so much, not all in good ways. one would find it near impossible to describe their relationship. how hannibal had made it where he was, if they had both arrived on this island off the shore after the cliff. he didn’t know. will had hoped that that was the last of it all. that that was where their story ended. it was more of a coin toss but he had favored the ladder. 

he had been pretending that everything was fine. however, the psychiatrist knew that his memories had been meddled with, and no matter how hard he tried, there was nothing he could do to undo the damage. his last memory before waking up on island was not helpful at all. as far as he could remember, he had been standing a cliff with an injured man whose name he could no longer recall. he had no idea what had happened afterwards. in hopes of finding a well-needed distraction from his growing frustration, he had headed out. luckily, it had not taken him long to find one. 

“ — excuse me, is this yours?” he tapped the all-too-familiar looking stranger on the shoulder. smiling, he held out his own glove to him. “i found it on the ground.” @tccmany

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All I need is a stream.

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brokcnbclief;

noel held his hands out in an attempt to show he was no danger even as he took a step closer, just as he did with some of the smarter animals that still lived at the end of days with him. the ones who wanted to survive as much as he did, to parlay and get their respective food without killing each other. “hey. my name’s noel. noel kreiss,” he replied to the shaking question. “we’re on an island, but no one’s sure how we got here. it’s okay. we’ll figure it out together. just calm down, okay?”

     ❝ n- noe, ❞ he took a gulp before trying to speak again.  

      ❝ noel..? wh- wha, where a-are my frrrie- nds? ❞   where was sam? where was chris? they left him, but he still needed them, deeply missed them. he knew them, they knew him and his problem. they could help? he didn’t know anymore, he wasn’t sure of anything.

     seeing the other take a step closer he flinched still for a second, staring at the reached out offer. a movement back, only one step. but no more. he stood there allowing the other to move closer, but not responding back to take the offer. still shaking, but his breathing was slowing improving.

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fghtersliving;

“What, me? No, I just don’t like it. I don’t understand the point. You put all of yourself into this…thing that’s going to end someday. And then you’ll be hurt. Why put yourself through that?”

     ❝ they find joy in each other,           and hope so dearly that they can keep that happiness       as long as they can. ❞ a pause. to let it set it, think over the next words. 

     ❝ they go through the belief that it will not end in harm, and some of them are right. ❞ other. not.

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apurpcse;

(¸.• ♛ → “Yeah….but one of the people that I met where I used to live, he prefers that place I guess, thinking this is just too boring, normal and all of that”

     ❝  well he should give my place a try. see if he’d like a taste of that shit. ❞

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Last time he sent me to a dark place I brought something back.

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Until Dawn challenge: (5/?)

Josh

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     newt must not have been looking for where he was walking. he always tried to be careful, but when his suitcase had grabbed his attention yet again with the attempts of the creatures inside trying to get out. he couldn’t help but look away to fix it before looking up to find himself in front of a girl, tears stained on her cheeks. he was absolutely terrible with people so, and more so when they were emotionally unstable. awkwardness flooded over him and he tried not to fully make eye contact but still acknowledged her. 

          ❝ n, no. sorry... ❞      grasping his suitcase in hand, unable to take a step forward. he did feel rather bad for her. unsure though of what to do in the situation.

Nancy sat with her knees pushed into her chest and her back pressed into a wall.  A hand wiping some tears from her face, she didn’t like being alone.  She missed her friends, her brother and even her brothers friends.  Her mind rattled with if they were safe back home? and she didn’t let her mind think of the other possibility.  Her eyes shot up,  “Am I in your way?”