♛ ▌1 0 0 D A Y S ❣ 【OOC】

The people demanded it and being the great person I am I decided to post the full wonderful comment:

Who is your favorite 100 Days character right now and why? :

"Ace and Alyssa because they were so deep and realistic characters. I nearly cried when Zeke began to choke Ace and Ace had no idea what was going on....the poor brave soul ;_; and then Alyssa saved Ace! I was so overjoyed by the love that a random stranger felt towards another when the boy's brother decided to sit and watch like it was a mere show. It was so romantic how Ace ditched Alyssa and left her with the psychopath. "

 

Okay I know I'm kind of really late to this. But What. What the fudge is with this play? @_@

 

The Opera?
They say the stage imitates real life, and real life imitates the stage.
*wonk*

 

Did you really write all of that? @_@

 

yes. Yes he did. Bear-chan's creative writing knows no bounds.

 

My first 100 Days: FanFiction. (First FanFiction ever.) Is surely not as great as What?'s and Bushy-nii's, or as comical, but hopefully everyone likes it anyway. It's about Temperance the day after she last visits her father. A few weeks before the email arrives. This is kind of breaking my heart, so feel free not to read it. It's pretty sad. So yeah...

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xxxxxTemperance sat in Lit. class staring blankly at her textbook. It was old and worn, filled with doodles from all those days she couldn't focus on the lecture, much like today. The difference, however, was due to the previous day's event. Normally she just didn't have the attention span to keep her mind on the present, but this current state was brought on after every visit to that man. There was a bile taste in her mouth and her stomach churned something fierce. The cheerleader had put on as many layers as possible when dressing this morning.

xxxxxThis seemed to be a common theme as well with her visits. She felt so disgusted with herself every time. There were leggings on underneath her faded light-wash denim jeans; a red tank top, a long sleeve black v-neck, and a thick gray hoodie covering her torso; her long black hair was down to cover her face, neck, and shoulders. Why did he have to leave marks? It was bad enough what he did to her in the first place. The hickies-- used to mark his territory as he put it-- were the worst part. No one would be able to see what was wrong with her, if it wasn't for those disgusting marks running up and down her body.

xxxxxJosh glanced over at her on occasion, knowing something was off. He usually did. How many times had she snuck into his house in the middle of the night to cry? Her favorite part about that, was he never asked why. It was a ground rule she set after the first time she went over there. As long as she came to him with her despair, he wouldn't question the matter. She appreciated it. There was no way she could open up about it, not yet. Her eyes wandered over to his figure briefly, connecting with his gaze. She didn't visit last night, but he knew the signs. Temperance never wore that much clothing, only if something bad happened.

xxxxxQuickly, her eyes moved back to the text on the page. It was some Shakespearean work-- MacBeth, maybe, she wasn't sure. Mr. Luntz words buzzed in the back of her mind. She swallowed, the taste of vomit still present in her mouth. The horrible vision of last night's acts wouldn't leave. It had been quite awhile since she had last seen her father. He had promised he was done drinking, like he promised every time she went. No one seemed to understand, especially not her mother. She didn't see the problem when they were married, and she definitely didn't see it now that they were divorced. Would anyone ever understand what she was dealing with? Probably not. Temperance did too well of a job hiding the fact that anything was even wrong.

xxxxxHer eyes darted around the room. Thomas sat in front of her diligently scribbling down notes. She rolled her eyes and looked off in the other direction. Josh was still staring, but she ignored it. The bile taste in her mouth wouldn't leave. She needed to throw up. There was no denying it. Every time she needed to throw up the next day, to purge the filth away. Temperance raised her hand to be excused for the restroom. After some debate, Mr. Luntz finally excused her and handed her over a pass.

xxxxxShe made her way through the hallways quickly, hand over mouth. The bathroom wouldn't come quick enough. Temperance burst through the door and into one of the stalls, kneeling over the porcelain bowl. She was breathing heavily as it all became too much and released her insides. Images berated her mind. The feel of his hand graze over her skin, the touch of his lips as they caressed her bare body. It was disgusting. They would never leave her, no matter how many times she tried to rid her body and mind of them. He couldn't just leave her alone when she visited. It was too much to ask for. This time at least, she managed to get out before it escalated. She was getting better at evading him, but it still didn't change the fact that she was forced to visit him.

xxxxxTemperance sat on the bathroom floor crying, with her back to the stall door. She had been in there too long. Mr. Luntz would get suspicious, but she didn't care. Going back to that class each time became harder and harder. She would have to face them, and their watchful eyes. Flushing the toilet, Temperance stood and wiped first her eyes, then her mouth. Inhaling deeply, she made her way out of the bathroom in time to hear the bell ring. Just great. She would still have to go back to class to pick up her things. There was bound to be an argument now, clearly being viewed as ditching the rest of class.

xxxxxThe halls gradually started to fill as she made her way back to Mr. Luntz's room. She kept her eyes focused on her feet, watching the boring white tile pass by with each step she took. There were scuff marks everywhere. The janitors really needed to do a better job at cleaning the floors. She couldn't bring herself to look up-- her face still red and puffy--, which resulted in bumping into another figure exiting the classroom. Her face pressed into the chest in front of her and she grabbed the arms unsteadily. “S-sorry,” she mumbled, in no mood for some snarky remark. Normally, Temperance would never be the one to apologize, no matter if it was her fault or not.

xxxxxGlancing up, her face flushed at the sight of the piercing golden eyes staring down at her. Ugh. Why him? She pulled away, using the wall to help regain her equilibrium. This whole ordeal threw her off, every time. Swallowing hard, she did her best to push those thought to the back of her mind-- for now, at least. The last thing she wanted to think about was her father forcing himself onto her. Stop it! Temperance lifted her gaze back up at her classmate. It was bad enough sharing a class with him, but running into him out in the hall, that was another story. “Temperance? You feeling fly?” He asked, with a concerned inflection in his voice. Why? Why did he have to sound concerned?

xxxxx“I'm fine,” she snapped, pulling herself upright. Temperance brushed her bangs out of her eyes and took a deep breath.

xxxxx“Sure. Well, if you've got a hankering for a need-”a hand clasped down firmly on his shoulder, catching their attention.

xxxxx“Plume,” said Josh sternly. He shoved him forwards, before brushing passed and wrapping an arm around Temperance's waist. “Feeling better babe?” She nodded meekly. “Here. I grabbed your stuff.” He handed her the worn textbook and a black notebook covered in doodles. She took them in one hand, resting the free one on his shoulder. Josh turned them in the other direction, headed for her locker.

xxxxxTemperance glanced back over her shoulder at the classmate left behind. Plume. Cherno Plume. They did some horrible things to people, him included, and yet he was always so nice regardless. Normally, nice made her want to vomit. She watched him fade into the background as the other students pooled in between them. There was a throbbing in her chest as she turned her face forward, watching other students cut in front of them. Her cheeks burned and she let her hair fall in her face once more. Josh began to talk to her, but she tuned him out-- nodding on occasion. Her father's large form kept crossing her mind. His low husky voice, the dark curly beard and chest hair. She wanted to throw up again.

xxxxxThen there were those golden eyes. Those golden eyes that always seemed to read right through her. Why did he always look like he was watching her? Him and his weird way of saying things. She shook her head, resting it on Josh's shoulder and walked away.

 

Full Name: Darrius Grey
Appearance: Here
Age: 17
Likes: Making friends, helping others, tea,
Dislikes: Unnecessary conflict
Weaknesses/Fears: Others dying in front of him
Strengths/Talents: Physically strong and cunning.
Personality: A very playful and nonchalant kind of guy that just goes with the flow of life
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Contact Information: None
Favorite Color:Light Blue

 

Accepted.

 

welp caught with the ooc thread too. Also really scared with the HOW BORING *SNICKER* God forbid something extreme happens while I'm in class or something.

Edit- OH GOD IT REALLY HAPPENED.

 

Thankyou for everything guys

https://www.box.com/s/wvq2ozr7t772tgfoozqu

 

Spoiler: Fresh Murderer of Brookridge

Now this is the story all about how
My life got flipped, turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the king of a town called Brookridge

In west Coy City born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And kicking some ass outside of the school
When a couple of guys, they were up to some good
Started making harmony in my neighbourhood
I got in one little murder and my bro felt proud
And said "You're moving with the boys and girls in Brookridge"

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
License plate said "Bob" and had a dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was crap
But I thought nah, forget it, yo homes to Brookridge!

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, homes kill you later!" (I killed him either way)
Looked at their kingdom I was finally there
To sit on their throne as I kill em with style!

 

Hi. Just letting you know I've been out of commission for a little bit because of my wrists. Speech Recognition is not fun. But I will try to pick up on posting tomorrow.

 

Spoiler: Three years Later

 

Wow so manly .

 

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DEATH.
edit; new rules added

 

Full Name: Nate Daniels
Appearance: http://images.wikia.com/spore/images/1/17/Anime_guy_2.jpg
Age: 17
Likes: Computers, Electronic, programing
Dislikes: computer crashes, power outs
Weaknesses/Fears: Not having power, not having anything electronic
Strengths/Talents: Hacking skills,
Personality: He doesn't socialize more than he has too and prefers to be on his computer
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Contact Information: http://nephilimzero.tumblr.com/
Favorite Color: White

I'll be sure not to waste my last chance.

 

accepted

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