"That...if you ever see Natasha in trouble, to please keep her safe. She wanders off all the time, and she... likes to play in the snow alot. I'm afraid she'll get hurt one of these days and that.... i won't be able to help her," she said... Natasha whimpered a little in her sleep and started crying.
how about i not? ;D That's torture hahahahah na, i'd add ya but my net hates me today
Her eyes glossed and she looked at him, in a way where she felt bad that he was being....hunted, more or less. "I want to ask a favor of you," she said, looking away.
Her eyes squinted slightly and she stood up, backing to the wall. She wished now that she didn't know. "Don't ever show Natasha that," she spat out coldly. She didn't need to know that stuff, it would only frighten her more. She shivered and clenched her hands.
The pulsating heat was all around her body, though her body was numb. It was colder than she'd imagined but it was so warm now. She held on as long as she could, awaiting for the passionate prince charming to pull her up. She looked down, still holding onto a bar against the large building. The snow drifted against her face, and she was at a death height free fall. The jeans she wore rubbed against her thighs as she kicked her feet against the wall to keep most of her weight on them. Her hair was no longer on her shoulders. It whipped in the air. A feeling she missed that was so distant, but yet a non-forgettable memory. She kept slipping, yelling out. She looked up. The window opened up that was above her. A hand reached out, and pulled on one of her wrists. And her wrist only. Instead of pulling her up... It pulled her outward. And she was shaking, frozen now, in fear. All the heat left her body... and now... she was waiting for death. Her face tilted up, at the hand holding her out in the free fall. He was dark skinned, in black sunglasses, and a black trench coat. He had a slightly thin mustache, formed in a goatee. His hair was a regular buzz cut. He smiled and put his other hand up to his forehead, in a sallute. "We shall miss you... Ms. Granger" he spat, then dropped his hand from his forehead, and opened the hand that held her wrist. The air came from underneath her, and everything went in slow motion. She automatically kicked her feet in the air, and reached upward, trying to grab the steel bar. She moved in the air, feeling her heart rate increase, as she fell in the air, from the top of the largest building in town. The ground came closer, and closer. It was a thrill that he didn't expect her to experience. She ran down the wall after adjusting her body, and she felt like she was in a matrix. She kicked of as hard as she could and flipped forward, hitting the top of a canopy and bouncing up. The large drop had no tough impact. She hit the top of the canopy again, ripping through it and landing on her backside. She groaned and sat up, looking at the dark empty canopy. The night sky had made all the shops shut down, she figured. Her feet ached somewhat, and she pulled her hand down, looking at her feet. Her robotic form allowed her to adjust a wiring in her so called ankles, which fixed themselves. Her face pulled up at the inside tent. She needed to find a place to recharge for the next few days before she went offline. She still had about a whole day to find anything electrical. That was the whole purpose for going into the FranCorps building, from which she was violently thrown off. She ran out of the canopy and turned on lights from her belt and ran down the empty road, awaiting to find another building. An electronic voice came to speak. "Granger, inform me of your status". It was an electronic coding, not formed by the regular call in assistant at RoboTech. She usually checks in with every Robo until she found data that she needed. But this was a written coding, not a voice coding. She decided to keep her voice input shut off, just in case it was Trent, her so called backstabbing friend. <3 Will someone please movie this> accidentally put it in the Creativity corner instead of Original ^^;
i doubt alot of you guys have seen my haircut :3 http://www.kh-vids.net/picture.php?albumid=426&pictureid=3569
Jordyn jumped up in surprise and took a deep breath. She didn't like so much that he popped up. She didn't really want him to know. She didn't want anyone to know, other than Z. "I love her...more than you could imagine," she said coldly. Natasha ruffled on the couch, and yawned slightly, still sleeping.
"Natasha...isn't my sister... I've only been lying to everyone to keep her safe...to keep her from being took away from me." she struggled. She almost felt the tears go down her face, and she clenched her hands, bring them up to her face, putting her hand on her forehead, and her face molded into a figure, that would turn anyone's stomach. A face of pain. "She's my daughter," she whispered coldly.
Natasha yawned and giggled, cuddling up into the jacket. Her little white hair peeked out and she was sound asleep. Jordyn had followed Z, after seeing Jack disappear. She walked over to the chair next to where he sat in. She smiled softly at him. "Z...There's something you should know," she said softly. She was afraid of always admitting about Natasha, but only she knew, and her dead parents..
Natasha couldn't help but ran at him and hug him. She knew he had alot on his mind and alot of problems, but she also wanted to be one to help. "Ricky Ricky Ricky," she began to sing. Jordyn couldn't hlp but chuckled softly, but sensed something was still troubling Z. Probably at the mention of her parents. She frowned and looked at NAtasha, bonding again. "Maybe it's time for you to go to bed," she suggested. Natasha clung onto Z and yawned. "In a.....minute," she drifted in and out. OOC: Goodnight everyone.. I'll be on tomorrow! =)
Jordyn frowned, but she wasn't angry at Natasha. She should be scared, from all that she'd been through, but she felt bad that Z was going through so much more that what she'd expected. She sighed and took Natasha's hand. "Sweetie.. I'm sorry, that you're uncomfortable with him...but he's changed..." she smiled. Natasha looked over to him, seeing him against the corner. She still hid behind her. "Please come around," she begged, then stood up from her eyes level. She only talked so low that Natasha should have been the only one to hear. She walked over to Z, and sat next to him. She caressed his cheek, wiping away the tears from his eyes. "I'm sorry Z," she apologized. She felt as if it were her fault that Natasha was still scared. If she was a good sister, she never would've left her site at all. OOC: One more post before bed :]
Natasha looked at him, and remembered the time earlier, when she was nice to him. She was growing fond of him. Then it all changed when he'd pulled the gun out, holding it to her head then in her mouth... She shivered and cried, hiding behind Jordyn. Jordyn frowned and looked at Z. "I'm sorry," she mouthed the words, pulling his hand into her's. "She'll come around....hopefully," she said, trying to cheer him up.
A pink blush arose on her face and she smiled. She fiddled around with her blades and nodded. "Oh well...ever since the snow storm, the city was evacuated... Natasha and I were trapped in our basement for a little while, then our supplies ran out, and i made sure that Natasha got out. She found some help though," she trailed on... She opened the door to the shack and smiled at Natasha. Natasha squealed with glee as she saw Jordyn walk in the door, but she skidded to a stop as she fell back, trembling in the presence of Z.
come on, Rosalie's not THAT big of a bitch D: okay maybe she is <_< >_>
"I can honestly say that I don't know," she frowned. It was a mystery to her how it always continued to fall. She could only imagine what could cause that. She looked at his mask and frowned. She wished he wouldn't wear it. She loved his eyes most of all. So she could see the depth in them when they talked. She pulled her palm against his, letting the tips of her fingers linger on his palm. She walked with him towards the shack.
She pulled her hand up to where her aching cheek was. The memory played back in her head, and the yelling also reminded her how in control he was. But she didn't care if he lost it out on her. She didn't mind much anymore. He was back again, and her heart was now filled with the desire she'd always been longing for. She rubbed her cheek and smiled her favorite smile, giving him a peck on the cheek. "Much better," she smiled, but then saw his smile fade. She looked up at Cresent, cocking her head to the side.
OOC: *shoots xD jk* Natasha watched them from the Shack window. She couldn't make out much of what they were doing, but she was worried about Jordyn. She sighed and slumped around the shack. Jordyn smiled and wiped her eyes, still feel the flooding tears go down her bruised cheek. It felt somewhat good on the warm pulsating skin. She looked towards the cabin. "I wonder how Natasha...would react," she said softly, placing her cheek on his torso. It was warm and it soothed her aching cheekbone.
She smiled upon the next kiss. She carassed his cheek again, and could feel the tears in her eyes run down her face quickly. She couldn't stop crying, and she never wanted to leave his side. She broke it off and could feel herself crying. She held onto him. "Please don't leave me again," she whispered. OOC: you didn't miss much xD only the love scenes haha
Jordyn shut her eyes, and moved her lips softly against the warmth of his. She raised her hands up softly, and tangled her fingers in his hair, pulling him closely to her. She knew how much he loved this moment, by the feelings and effort he put into the kiss back. It was a beautiful moment for her also. Her lips felt fragile and they burned now, but the kiss was something she didn't want to give up. She took the burning, and in exchange, got the love she kept for him in her heart.
I'm quite pleased with this particular post.. The RP that i'm in "The City Encased in Snow". And the way Entity is posting, makes me actually feel these own feelings, as if it were real. I am very proud of his RPing skills.
