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Palis’ Interior Design
my take of Muse’s template
- Benton Borteillo
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- Occupation: Mr. Drug Dealer Drug Man- retiring.
- : aka EON, Roswell Godfrey
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- Writer: Quix
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Time Stamp....
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he man did stuff.
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In hell I'll be in good company.
- Sednai
- Posts: 66
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- Topics: 10
- Race: Human
- Occupation: Resistance
- Location: The Stacks
- : "Cypress"
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- Writer: Quix
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Time Stamp....
T he man did stuff.
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BURNED, NOT BURIED.
- Palis Ainu
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- Race: Galdor
- Occupation: Young politician. Temporarily out of service.
- Location: Vienda
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Fear.
The once resilient, confident, and hopeful mask was being drained and replaced by fear, a fear so great it was palpable on the air, a fear so great it could be heard, smelled, tasted, and seen. His eyes were wide as he crouched on the ground, a deluge of tears mapping lines on his dirty face. He could not speak, could not move, could not turn his face away as his pursuer came forward. Palis watched mesmerized, paralyzed. It was over.
The once resilient, confident, and hopeful mask was being drained and replaced by fear, a fear so great it was palpable on the air, a fear so great it could be heard, smelled, tasted, and seen. His eyes were wide as he crouched on the ground, a deluge of tears mapping lines on his dirty face. He could not speak, could not move, could not turn his face away as his pursuer came forward. Palis watched mesmerized, paralyzed. It was over.
Last edited by Palis Ainu on Thu Nov 22, 2018 10:57 am, edited 1 time in total.
tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 2699
- Benton Borteillo
- Posts: 99
- Joined: Mon Jul 09, 2018 11:15 pm
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- Race: Human
- Occupation: Mr. Drug Dealer Drug Man- retiring.
- : aka EON, Roswell Godfrey
- Character Sheet: Character Sheet
- Plot Notes: Plot Notes
- Writer: Quix
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- Contact:
Time Stamp
Anger.
The lines of his face were well-practised in faked emotion, faked empathy, faked neutrality. Anger was always shooed away, shut off in the woodstove of his mind. Not today. Today his face cracked with an anger so bitter and vengeful that it burned palpably red and hot. His arm shook as he pointed the revolver, teeth bared, eyes wildly narrowed into mere slits. He pulled back the hammer of the revolver, the bullets rotating into place behind the barrel. He stepped forward, bringing the revolver to Mordecai's temple where the boy shook with the sobs that racked his body.
"You dirty sonuvabitch," Benton swore, hot tears welling in his blue eyes as he spat out his own words like poison. Mordecai opened his mouth, but Benton pulled the trigger.
Empty. The gun was empty. Benton collapsed.
The lines of his face were well-practised in faked emotion, faked empathy, faked neutrality. Anger was always shooed away, shut off in the woodstove of his mind. Not today. Today his face cracked with an anger so bitter and vengeful that it burned palpably red and hot. His arm shook as he pointed the revolver, teeth bared, eyes wildly narrowed into mere slits. He pulled back the hammer of the revolver, the bullets rotating into place behind the barrel. He stepped forward, bringing the revolver to Mordecai's temple where the boy shook with the sobs that racked his body.
"You dirty sonuvabitch," Benton swore, hot tears welling in his blue eyes as he spat out his own words like poison. Mordecai opened his mouth, but Benton pulled the trigger.
Empty. The gun was empty. Benton collapsed.
Last edited by Benton Borteillo on Wed Jan 02, 2019 7:40 pm, edited 2 times in total.
In hell I'll be in good company.
- Sednai
- Posts: 66
- Joined: Thu Jun 21, 2018 8:04 am
- Topics: 10
- Race: Human
- Occupation: Resistance
- Location: The Stacks
- : "Cypress"
- Character Sheet: Character Sheet
- Plot Notes: Plot Notes
- Writer: Quix
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Time Stamp
Sednai stumbled backwards, the pain of the blow echoing through her skull like the vibrato of a church bell on a still, autumn morning. Her boot slipped suddenly in the sludge of mud and half-melted snow, and she fell with a sickening squelch into the puddle. The goo enveloped her slowly, covering the 90 degree angle of her stomach and legs before she could stand up and flick some of the excess off.
"Fitting, isn't it?" she said with a cruel laugh, looking down on her pitifully emaciated form, now drenched in a freezing soup of mud. "What's born of mud should die in mud."
Sednai withdrew the pair of familiar, spiraled daggers from her coat, wiping them dramatically across her shoulders where a patch of dry fabric remained. She smiled a sad, nostalgic smile, a smile lined with blood and mud, a smile in front of lost goals and dreams that would always remain just as the feeble butterflies of hope that they were. She looked up at her pursuer, defiance still alight in her eyes as she raised one dagger to point directly into the center of her chest. She thrusted the knife into herself.
After years of pain, addiction, betrayal, abuse, and solitude, this, this was freedom. She smiled, her lungs filling with a slow and warm deluge of liquid.
"So be it."
"Fitting, isn't it?" she said with a cruel laugh, looking down on her pitifully emaciated form, now drenched in a freezing soup of mud. "What's born of mud should die in mud."
Sednai withdrew the pair of familiar, spiraled daggers from her coat, wiping them dramatically across her shoulders where a patch of dry fabric remained. She smiled a sad, nostalgic smile, a smile lined with blood and mud, a smile in front of lost goals and dreams that would always remain just as the feeble butterflies of hope that they were. She looked up at her pursuer, defiance still alight in her eyes as she raised one dagger to point directly into the center of her chest. She thrusted the knife into herself.
After years of pain, addiction, betrayal, abuse, and solitude, this, this was freedom. She smiled, her lungs filling with a slow and warm deluge of liquid.
"So be it."
BURNED, NOT BURIED.
- Sednai
- Posts: 66
- Joined: Thu Jun 21, 2018 8:04 am
- Topics: 10
- Race: Human
- Occupation: Resistance
- Location: The Stacks
- : "Cypress"
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- Plot Notes: Plot Notes
- Writer: Quix
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- Contact:
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BURNED, NOT BURIED.
- Benton Borteillo
- Posts: 99
- Joined: Mon Jul 09, 2018 11:15 pm
- Topics: 8
- Race: Human
- Occupation: Mr. Drug Dealer Drug Man- retiring.
- : aka EON, Roswell Godfrey
- Character Sheet: Character Sheet
- Plot Notes: Plot Notes
- Writer: Quix
- Post Templates: Post Templates
- Contact:
location | date
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In hell I'll be in good company.
- Benton Borteillo
- Posts: 99
- Joined: Mon Jul 09, 2018 11:15 pm
- Topics: 8
- Race: Human
- Occupation: Mr. Drug Dealer Drug Man- retiring.
- : aka EON, Roswell Godfrey
- Character Sheet: Character Sheet
- Plot Notes: Plot Notes
- Writer: Quix
- Post Templates: Post Templates
- Contact:
Time Stamp
Anger.
The lines of his face were well-practised in faked emotion, faked empathy, faked neutrality. Anger was always shooed away, shut off in the woodstove of his mind. Not today. Today his face cracked with an anger so bitter and vengeful that it burned palpably red and hot. His arm shook as he pointed the revolver, teeth bared, eyes wildly narrowed into mere slits. He pulled back the hammer of the revolver, the bullets rotating into place behind the barrel. He stepped forward, bringing the revolver to Mordecai's temple where the boy shook with the sobs that racked his body.
"You dirty sonuvabitch," Benton swore, hot tears welling in his blue eyes as he spat out his own words like poison. Mordecai opened his mouth, but Benton pulled the trigger.
Empty. The gun was empty. Benton collapsed.
The lines of his face were well-practised in faked emotion, faked empathy, faked neutrality. Anger was always shooed away, shut off in the woodstove of his mind. Not today. Today his face cracked with an anger so bitter and vengeful that it burned palpably red and hot. His arm shook as he pointed the revolver, teeth bared, eyes wildly narrowed into mere slits. He pulled back the hammer of the revolver, the bullets rotating into place behind the barrel. He stepped forward, bringing the revolver to Mordecai's temple where the boy shook with the sobs that racked his body.
"You dirty sonuvabitch," Benton swore, hot tears welling in his blue eyes as he spat out his own words like poison. Mordecai opened his mouth, but Benton pulled the trigger.
Empty. The gun was empty. Benton collapsed.
In hell I'll be in good company.
- Benton Borteillo
- Posts: 99
- Joined: Mon Jul 09, 2018 11:15 pm
- Topics: 8
- Race: Human
- Occupation: Mr. Drug Dealer Drug Man- retiring.
- : aka EON, Roswell Godfrey
- Character Sheet: Character Sheet
- Plot Notes: Plot Notes
- Writer: Quix
- Post Templates: Post Templates
- Contact:
Time Stamp
T
he man did stuff.
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In hell I'll be in good company.
- Palis Ainu
- Posts: 71
- Joined: Mon Jun 18, 2018 11:48 am
- Topics: 10
- Race: Galdor
- Occupation: Young politician. Temporarily out of service.
- Location: Vienda
- Character Sheet: Character Sheet
- Plot Notes: Plot Notes
- Post Templates: Post Templates
- Contact:
location | date
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tonight we’re gonna party like it’s 2699