If Today Was Your Last Day {Semi-lit RP- Open and Accepting}

[apathy,]

( whoa; long post. Mine won't be that long since I am on my phone. Lol I didn't even read all the way through it...))

[Thankyouforthecoffee]

{{ xD Ya, I usually write that much on a basic. if I'm really into something maybe like 3 or 4 times more. Depending.... }}

[Shadow Lurker~]

ஜ I believe in myself and everyone around meஜ

♥ ▬▬▬ஜHikari Alisson Fergusenஜ▬▬▬ ♥
"Never give in when time's almost up."

"Life is short, embrace what you have and never let it go"

The only haven they knew was run by some annoying man that beat them with a metal ruler and he always treated them like dirt, strict rules and everything else that became a rule was bad enough to make you huddle in a corner and hide your face away. Kind of like when you were small and always haunted by the creatures in your closet or under your bed, but this time you didn't have anyone to come rescue you from those horrible beings with glowy red eyes. Hikari had been sitting far away from everyone else as she possibly could, everytime a small child would run over and just annoy her with pointless questions she would always get overly angered, then explode on them with words full of hatred. They didn't deserve the hate, but she couldn't stop the feelings that surged forward from the weight of the world on her shoulders. That's when the scraping of the grotesque geavy metal door began, at first it wasn't so bad, but as soon as it dragged on it made her want to scream, but the children just played on. To her it felt lik it was coming to haunt her, like it had only eyes for her so it could drag her in and never let her out from behind the horrid door of terror. Hikari felt like the pull of the heavy door was always weaker and weaker, the scientists were probably doing it to tear out their eardrums and make everyone go insane with anxiety.

Hikari's cell was rather average shaped, but there was way to many people within it's chambers. It was her and a few others that were just sitting there weeping or drawing in the dirt. A few were children not too much younger than herself, maybe two or three years younger. Most of them were grieving over something or they just wanted to go home and find nothing, then they would die a lonely death without food or water to sustain them for the years to come. There was a few others who were about her same age or a year or two older. No one dared to speak out of term unless they were begging for food or water to drink, they must had of tired themselves out from all the running around and screaming like monkeys. It was just great to see them in high spirits racing around and bothering people like most younger children. Hikari watched the main chaperone walking around he always carried his ruler at hand ready for someone to slip up and do something that displeased him. He reminded her of an owl, he never rested at night when he made sure they were asleep and a rabid animal, because of his hair loss. She didn't know if it was natural or it went off because he was insane, whichever it was neither seemed pleasant.

Laying down on her side Hikari pushed her dark brown hair away from her ice blue eyes, she was probably going to lay there a while and try to understand wha was going on, and she planned to act like she was sleeping when a shadow would pass over her line of vision. Sometimes no one would ever come, but more often now people passed by, most were scientists while others were people wandering around probably looking for something to eat or their friend sin another area. The place wasn't pleasant and that was an obvious fact, the floors were hard, cold and had a musty smell, while it was crawling with bugs the youngers would pick them up and play with them. The olders would graon and take them away before they ate them, nobody knew what they could had of picked up from the dirt littered on the floor sometimes covering areas to the point where you couldn't see the floor anymore. It was just disgusting from her point of view, but once you got past the disgusting parts you would be grateful. A place to stay, food, shelter, water, warmth all bundeled up and shared by others. It was the perfect haven.

[free.]

Cal

He glared, uncaring and fearlessly at the old man, whats-his-face, as he walked aorund, shouting and probably almost giving himself a heat attack. Cal hope he did. Or maybae some one would get fed up enough and go poison his drink. A grim smile curled lazily onto Cal's pale and pointed face. His ice blue, emotionless eyes sought the man out, and he bared his teeth like a wild creature. Making a small hissing noise, he kept his eyes locked on the old man. Cal knew how to scare people out of their deary wits. And plus, it was a little payback for all the hitting he'd recieved. Glancing down at his hands and arms, Cal could still see the swelling and bruises that had appeared after every beaten he'd gotten. For sneaking into restricted places, arguing with others, being a rule-breaker in general. The old man hated him, and Cal hated him even more, with a fury he'd never felt before in his life. ussually a passive aggresive person, Cal didn't like fights. But something about the dottering old man made Cal want to rip his head off. The deep, bubbling and boiling anger Cal felt for the old man was enough to send chills running down anyone's spine.

Turning his head away slowly, so not to let the old coot think he was backing down Call glanced at the giant doors that were slowly going up to reveal the daylight. Or that's what he supposed the bright light was. Ugh, Cal frowned. he had hoped it would be winter, so that the sun would not bother his pale skin. Grumbling curse words under his breath, the ornery boy took out a hat and slapped it on his head. As the other kids around him jostled and shoved, he shoved them out of his way, creating a little personal bubble for him. He wasn't a fan of large crowds. Not normally as grumpy as this, Cal could generally be cheerful. But hungry, restless, and in a foul mood, the boy was in no mood for the antics of others. He did not want to go out. The world was dead, in his opinion. He cared little for it anymore. Everything he had ever cared for was gone. He liked it better in the bomb shelter, with no sunlight, easy routines, and non-toxic air to breathe. If the world no longer had trees to provide him with oxygen and fresh air, or shade for his sensitive skin, then he would very much rather remain in here, where life was simple. Maybe not sweet, but simple.

[Melocat]

☄ Kosmas Aphrodidios Tryphon ☄

Kosmas Aphrodisios Tryphon. Who was he, what was he, how does he play a part in this story? Kosmas, you may ask, is a Greek-American who fears nothing {everything}, and has been taken from his home to be placed in the safety of a completely unsafe bomb shelter. True he was thankful for the small fortune of his life being still intact, but one could also feel very lonely at times and Kosmas was no exception. The only company Kosmas had there were the thick, cracks dark colored walls and the painful concrete floors. There was no light there, the amazing little shelter didn't have much and natural, splendid light coming from the sun was one of the things it lacked. It chilled Kosmas to the bone, not just the lack of heat either, the horrid scene around him; it all looked like something out of a horror film. The stuffy, stale air filled your lungs making every breath go down burning your throat, and the underground cave they were in plus the overall stench and no subsequent air had the boy's eyes watering.
Of course along with all of that there were little rooms littering the place, each individual survivor receiving one cell already filled to the brim with people. Also, no personal items were brought other than a few clothes, it was a fast retreat. They had to leave their homes quickly, these teens and young adults stolen from their lives. Honestly, Kosmas would have rather died with his family, no instead of that he had to face everyday with a broken heart, it was easy to put a smile on your face but it was hard to really truly fill that gap, the missing piece to your life; your whole existence.

Then there was the fact that you could get beaten for trying to fill that gap with some sort of happiness that could only be felt upon breaking the rules. You could never do anything to entertain yourself, treadmills were used when the schedule allowed them and no other time, going outside without direct permission was a penalty that could be punishable by death, so of course not many had tried such a thing. An old man with such a distasteful appearance was in charge of minor incidents though, the only real punishment being a hard slap to the skin with a cold, relentlessness of the ruler using such methods as teachers had done in older times.
Kosmas had only been punished in such a way a handful of times, and considering how long they had been there that wasn't too bad. Kosmas wasn't a trouble maker, he did break rules occasionally but should it honestly be taken up and dealt with by such means as those? He didn't think so and he honestly felt for those one got the ruler often; he guessed the metal would leave such marks on one's skin that it would hurt to just look at them.

But now was no time to think such things. The doors to the outside were opening, freedom- directed, monitored freedom- awaited just outside those doors. He pushed past people, trying to be as polite as he could but as well get to his destination at the front so he could be one of the first few out. He missed the outside world, and no matter how bad it was going to be he was going to deal with it because he missed it too much to complain. I suppose you never really do know what you have until you lose it, Kosmas found this out the hard way; his body, his mind, his soul ached for the opening of the doors. He swayed nervously, shifting from foot to foot as he pressed against the people who wouldn't let him through.
What did others think about this, this revelation, this privileged to let out once more? And now that we know Kosmas, who are the people around him? Kosmas had yet to talk to them, those two boys. The people he had never come in contact with because of their certain rooms and schedules, though it was clear Kosmas was quite nervous to actually talk to a few of them. That one boy, the pale child with the hat, he didn't seem like he would appreciate a conversation with him, and the other boy seemed to be in his own little world. He smiled lightly, maybe if he came off to be friendly one of them could come talk to him even though he was more than willing to strike up a conversation.

[apathy,]

| ~ Okay, So, I will post tomorrow AFTER school, since i have my laptop back! Yay! Anywho, I have a mager headache, and that is why I am not posting now. Sorry! ~ |

[free.]

Cal

His eyes rolled to the back of his head in annoyance as people pushed forwards, trying to smash him against the door. Growling under his breath abount insolent, ignorant idiots, he shoved back, staying where he was. He wasn't moving until he felt like it. In fact, when the doors finally did open up comepletely, he still wasn't going to move. Cal was going to let everybody rush forwards in delight, because he wanted to see the looks of joy on their faces turn to looks of sorrow. Cal was highly intelligent, almost genius level. He knew that a gigantic bomb would kill the entire world, not just the human race. The world was dead, now, just rock and dirt. No more specimens. Or at least that's what he figured, and seeing as he'd had nothing else to do but think, Cal was pretty darn well assured he was right. And not to mention the other issue, that of which Cal had no intentions upon leaving this little shelter until he was manhandled. He liked the darkness of it, the simple life and ways, no matter how crowded. For Cal, if there were no trees to climb amongst, no rocks to lie atop, no rivers and valleys and streams to explore. he was as good as dead. What was the point of a world if there was no world to livein? To think of it, he'd rather live underground. Ha! At least there would be no sunlight there. Backtracing frmo his thoughts for a moment, he glanced over to spot a boy watching him with a polite smiling on his face. Cal first checked himself to make sure he didn't have naything on him, then decided the boy was just being friendly. Cal stared at the other kid witht hose emotionless, cold ice blue eyes for a full minute before allowing a lazy grin to curl onto his face. He gave the othre guy a slight nod, but nothing more. If the guy, whoever he was, wanted to talk, he could start up the conversation.

[Thankyouforthecoffee]

ChRiStOfEr AlExAnDeR dReW

Oh great powerful witch, may you hold what little light I have left and bottle it up?

It was amazing. Once you were living in a cell, closed off from every form of life possible, that one little breeze, that one little light source...A real light source, not artificial, nor a match. He couldn't even remember how much he had to strain his eyes to see by firelight. It was pretty and could be used in the right way, but every countless day after another. Just picture yourself after a blackout. Your mother and father calling everyone done into the living room and lighting up a few candles. of course they told stories and for the few hours that you sat there, it was alright and you ended up going to bed with a broad smile on your face. This was just like that. Except...no family and...the power never actually turns back on. So it's like living in a black hole basically. At least to him that is what it felt like. All alone in a world that you couldn't stand in without thinking of those that left you.

He could remember his mother, probably the most. Her warm smile always took the air and morphed it into something new. it was comforting to know that she was there. She had a face that anyone could fall in love with, with these striking blue eyes that could just make you understand. Not to mention that she always smelled like her perfume, flowery and sweet. Little things that he could remember about her and it really was the little things that made him smile. The cookies she would make around Christmas, always fresh from the oven and he could barely wait till they were frosted to shove them in his mouth. His mother wasn't a harsh person. She would never reprimand him for doing something wrong. As long as she believed it was good intentions she rarely ever strayed from her bright smile and shining face. Would he really never be able to see that face again? No...No, never again.

He knew that the bomb had pretty much destroyed life as they knew it. He knew that...there would be nothing, but that wasn't why he wanted to go out. He didn't care for the trees and he didn't want to see the rivers or the lakes. They were gone. Nothing more then life, a dead picture you couldn't seem to find. Who cared? He felt like an ant trapped in this cramped cell. The feeling, no, the need to be set free kept him pushing forward, watching the bodies around him as he squirmed. There were a few in particular that held back, a few that were pushing with everything they had. He bumped into a particular few, making sure to maneuver around them a bit more carefully then others. He knew some of the people here, people he had talked to in the halls as he walked by. No, he needed to get out. He seemed to lose his footing though, trip over someone's foot and as he stumbled, he looked back at the boy, carefully. Had he seen him before or was he merely another body swerving past him? Nothing. No, he was...nothing more than that. Nothing.

Will you keep it for someone who will need to remember me? Well you make my light count?

[Melocat]

| ~ Okay, So, I will post tomorrow AFTER school, since i have my laptop back! Yay! Anywho, I have a mager headache, and that is why I am not posting now. Sorry! ~ |

{Ah, well I hope you feel better tomorrow!<3}