((This was a story I wrote for English class. cnc please!!!)) Nighttime. Her favorite. The air was cool and above her, the clouds drifted lazily across the black and purple sky. Anyone would have thought, at this point, that this was a normal night. But no, they would be terribly wrong. Screams filled the air and gunshots from far off tore at her heart. Here, in this crude, hospital it was anything but normal. Broken bones, seared flesh, cries that would make your blood run cold. And her blood ran so cold that she wished to lay down and die. No, there was no time to die, she must care for the wounded that were coming in by the squads. More or less, ten at a time with intervals of five minutes. There was, however, one problem: How could she heal wounds that she knew nothing about? Oh yes, bones she could set, burns she could soothe, but this? This was a foreign enemy. This wound spread and in at the most, in an hour the victim would be dead. And torn. And broken. The smell was terrible. most everyone had either died or left. Suddenly gunshots echoed closer and then footsteps. The men who had cause this carnage sprinted in and quickly and methodically wiped out all of the wounded that she had tried so hard to save. They would kill all of them! She was outraged. In desperation, she grabbed a machine gun from the unfortunate guards, and open fired on the devils. Most of them fell but the rest turned, their faces livid. Just before they fired, she crossed herself and said a silent prayer to her patron saint. "Sweet Saint Joan, let me die with grace. That was all she had time to think before they fired. Her body was on fire and she screamed(an unearthly sound) the name of her saint, and then as she was falling, the name of her savior. Enough strength resided in her to keep her body from squirming. The men clomped over(for their boots were huge) and proceeded to kick her half to death. All the while she prayed hard and fast over and over again. Finally when she thought she would lose her self control, one soldier, God bless him, shoved past the others, aimed at her head and fired. Then she felt nothing. Now she was in a pale white light, being embraced by Joan d'Arc herself. "Well done......my sister," she said, her voice kind and musical. "Come, now you will meet your king." ((Note: I'm terrible at names so that's why no one but Joan has a name in here.))
He felt himself grinning back at her and flicked the hair out of his face before straightening. He was slightly annoyed at himself for not being able to stop smiling but he really didn't care. "Wow, the elves huh? Hmm...I've always been interested in the elves ever since I was little. Now lets see if I can still do this......Je suis très heureux d'être en mesure de se rappeler la façon de parler cette langue. Ma mère a enseigné à moi à un âge précoce." He spoke as he walked over to his horse and swung up in his saddle. With a shout he urged his horse on and quickly galloped towards Mintro. When he caught up to him, Mintro was riding madly towards the city. "Easy Mintro, you don't want your horse to get hurt or get too winded." OOC: I made the elves language french since its smooth and flowing, is that ok?
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Bonjour! J'espère que vous vous êtes amusés à h-moi et si vous avez des questions! ^ - ^ (Hello! I hope you have fun and pm me if you have questions!! ^-^)
" I.can.handle.it!!" She punctuated each word with the slaying of another heartless. It was true. They were thinning out and if she squinted, she could see the end of their ranks. Sighing with relief, she bashed in some more heads and retreated into her happy place. The killing, even though they weren't humans, was still rubbing her the wrong way. It went against everything she was taught but, she reasoned with herself, they are monsters who are attacking us. Speaking of us, who are these guys. Two look like that man who threw me in here but the other one looks different.
Riaz strapped the last of his belongings onto his horse and patted it twice. He casually strolled over to Nienna's horse, checking its hooves once more and then stood. "If you want, I can give you a boost," he offered almost shyly. Lacing his fingers, he cupped his hand and dropped to one knee, demonstrating what he meant.
OOC; Gosh guys I've been out for a while, but I'm here and dog tired so this will be a slightly less amazing post *yawns* BIC: Natali lay perfectly still as the rain poured, letting it bounce off her form to make a strange white haze around her. She felt so vulnerable here alone but vowed that she wouldn't give up. A lightning bolt cracked. Close. A small signal in her brain clicked and she moved away from the spot to the other side of the roof. This small move would change her life. A man in a tall dark cloak reached out and clamped a hand over her mouth. She struggled and bit down but recoiled as her teeth met metal, sending vibrations up her head. She slumped, dazed and the man grabbed her, opened a portal of darkness, and threw her in. She landed in a crumpled heap that made her muscles scream in protest. Natali opened her eyes. A throng of heartless surrounded her and she panicked for a moment before realizing that three guys were fighting them off. Moving up off the ground she groaned and staggered, feeling her head explode into stars and lights. In her stupor she realized that she needed to fight too, and lunged at a heartless, punching it square in its.....body. She really couldn't tell anything but its head. The thing evaporated and she lunged at another. OOC: I got bored of being alone.
hahaha thats exactly what I was thinking ಠ_ಠ ಠ_ಠ ಠ_ಠ ಠ_ಠ
That thing said my name 0.0
merci! Name: Xiidre Gender: male Age: 16 Description: Xy as he is often called was once a young french artist. He roamed the streets of Paris after his parents left him, drawing for money. One day a heartless caught him in an alley and you know the rest. Now he still sculpts but with his element. Appearance: Xiider Personality: Xiider is very quiet and thoughtful but he can get angry quickly. He enjoy nighttime, rain, the moon, and art supplies. He carries a small messenger bag around with him everywhere so he will always have his supplies to draw and sculpt with. Element: Metal Weapon: His weapon is a metal rod that he can condense to fit into his pocket and form into most any other weapon.
yay !!!!!! I get a name on a binder..thingy....hm...
I just got back from a six mile bike ride so my legs feel all funny lol
OOC:hahaha yeah BIC: He shrugged and smiled. "Good to be back," he said sheepishly. Mintro looked gravely over the battle field and lowered his eyes before speaking. "Alas my friends, this is but a small taste of what will come. We need to burn the bodies of these orcs and move on to camp somewhere else.
Hiya! I'm good how are you?
OOC: NO!!!! I won't let this die BIC: Riaz closed his eyes and concentrated really hard. His form was engulfed in smoke and when it cleared, he was human again.
Name of Character: Duran Played By: The Fifth Element Appearance (NO PICTURES): Duran has dark, orange, slightly spiky hair that comes to about mid cheek. His eyes are a mix of a light green and a dark blue. Duran wears a white short sleeved tee shirt with a slim gray hoodie that has a symbol near the front of the neckline. He wears maroon cargo pants and black and gray converse sneakers. He has fingerless gloves with metal plates over his knuckles. Bio: Duran's mother left when he was eight and his father raised him to be kind and gentle with girls. He has never gone out with one but is ok with that. When he was thirteen he got into parkour and has been doing it ever since. On a really long jump one of the people who he thought was his friend pushed him and he fell, breaking his neck and dying instantly. Psychs: Citherokenesis Reaper/Player: Player (If Reaper) Noise Form: (If Reaper) Position: (If Player) Entry Fee: His speech(a.k.a. he is now mute but can speak to people through his mind) Age: 17
ooc Arrrrgh...Sorry I've been really busy and haven't had a chance to come on for a while. Recap please?
it does? *runs off and squirts toothpaste in eye* Owww it does!
yess!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
This is Halloween, this is Halloween Pumpkins scream in the dead of night
