✥ Murphy's Law ✥ Semi-Literate ✥ Open and Accepting

[Runningdawn]

[[ I'm sorry I didn't get to posting yesterday, I had a lot to do. D: ]]

-- ◆ -- ◆ -- Dakota Maria Carter -- ◆ -- ◆ --
|| 17 || ♀ || Single ||

Give me attention, I need it now
Too much distance,to measure it out, out loud
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Tracing patterns, across a personal map
And making pictures, where the lines overlap

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Dakota looked at Mylo, grateful that he was willing to help. "I'll... help you," she forced out, really, honestly not wanting to - but nobody else seemed all too enthusiastic about making a body count either. She took a step forward, about to walk back inside the bus, but stopped. Her head went on it's own wind ride - she suddenly couldn't tell up from down, left to right. She swayed on her feet, threatening to fall, and then, just like that, it was over.
Dakota touched the wound on the back of her head again - maybe it was more serious than it felt? She shrugged it off, though - the effects would fade, right? "Okay, well... um, I'll check the bottom row," she said quietly, and ventured quietly back into the bus. It was even more eerie inside than she had remembered, even though she'd been inside it only a few moments ago. The side of the bus, which was now the bottom, was filled with water - she dreaded checking on dead people who were soaking wet... somehow it seemed even eerier. What if some of them had been alive, but had downed in the water. Was that possible?

[111misc]

[[ 111misc: Wow, lots of characters (It's really only three, but I usually only play one so it's a lot to me xD). I lurve them all, good job on your forms, accepted. 030 ]]

{Thanks ^^ I saw that boys were in demand, so....}



{Also, bear with me guys. I haven't quite found a pretty header for my posts yet >.>}

PYE

The scrawny boy blinked, light filtering back to him after being blacked out for so long. His head hurt; it felt like Frankenstein was drilling screws into his brain to make a loose hook stick. He gently placed a scratched hand to his temple, sitting up slowly. Even that small movement made his vision blur more, so he let his eyes close once again. Heaving, Pye lurched forward, throwing up next to him his breakfast--he was surprised it hadn't come up before this, after such a maelstrom in the bus. There was broken glass around him, and blood from a few cuts. He sucked on them, still feeling like there were clouds in his head, before clearing his throat weakly and coughing. He figured by now that he should say something, in case anyone else had made it out, though he doubted that was very likely. "...Hello?" He croaked, calling out as loud as his wounded vocal chords (screaming'll do that to you) would let him. Pye's hair fell into his face as he rested his chin on his chest, and desolation approached. I can't believe this is how I'm going to die. Sitting by the side of a school bus. Lame.

NIKITA

Sprawled on the ripped grey seat of the bus lay a pale girl with dark hair covering her face, long legs strewn over one side limply. Her clothes were ripped and she was bleeding from a gash in her knee, which had scraped against the side of the bus. Passed out, she had yet to wake, and as all the other kids had filtered out, she had stayed, seemingly dead. Her breath was even and slow, her icy eyes closed, lashes brushing the top of her bloodless cheek. One hand held an iPod chord in it, where the actual devise had flown off the chord, smashed into a wall, or person, or window, or something, as the bus collided with the slope, and tumbled down down down. Her nails were painted bright blue, and they caught the sunlight through the trees and mountains, gleaming ironically in that scene of death. In her dream, in which Nikita floated like a bird, through the haze of it memories shifted. Her sister, the girl who had sat next to her on the bus before falling, her friends, her room...it was all a blur, before blackness again was the only thing registered in her mind.

NICO

Nico rubbed his head, blinking swiftly, though a good humored smile played on his lips still. Whatever, right? The only thing to do was not to get to upset, or he might never get over it. Walking towards a crowd of people he saw through the trees where he had landed, a bit farther from the bus and the other survivors, he limped a little. "Well, that was pleasant," He said, coming out from the shadows, a bruise on his arm. He winked at one of the girls, the one talking, a crooked grin playing on his rugged face, though if you'd have looked closely, you'd see his eyes were dark and shattered.

[Puzzles]

Thick skin, Soft touch,
Heart of gold but it's na-na-na-not enough,
Forgiving arms, The higher road,
Working hard but it's na-na-na-not enough,
You say, I'm not good enough, I'm not good enough
But what you really mean is,
You're not good enough, you're not good enough
You can't deliver so you turn it around

You didn't let me down, you didn't tear me apart
You just opened my eyes, while breaking my heart
You didn't do it for me
I'm not as dumb as you think,
You just made me cry
While claiming that you love me
You love me, you love me
You said you loved me but that I
I'm not good enough, I’m not good enough

Stronghold, but fun ride,
But roller coasters aren't just na-na-na-not enough,
I keep it in, you wear me out,
This kind of love is na-na-na-not enough,
Said I'm just a sinking ship, I'm just a sinking ship,

But what that really means,
Is you can't handle this, you can't handle this,
You couldn't win so you turn it around...

You didn't let me down,
you didn't tear me apart
You just opened my eyes,
while breaking my heart
You didn't do it for me
I'm not as dumb as you think.

~ ♫ ~ ♪ ~ ♫ ~ Gwyndoline Tanner ~ ♫ ~ ♪ ~ ♫ ~

Gwyn looked over at a hot guy that was coming out of the shadows, she noticed as he winked at one of the girls and rolled her eyes boredly. She was still sitting boredly on her heels and glanced arond seeing if there was anybody alive that she could see. She noticed a boy with his head rested on his chest and stumbled over to him, kneeling beside him. "Hey, come on. We gotta get out of the rain. I'm Gwyn. Gwyn Tanner." She said, placing a hand on the boy's shoulder. A sharp pain ripped through the upper part of her body but she waved it away and pulled the guy's arm lightly. "Come on." She said stubbornly, rain and pain bluring her vision.

[111misc]

PYE

Pye blinked, lifting his eyes, the effort of which almost made him breathless, to a girl beside him with long, unkempt dark hair. She was beaten up like him, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to connect the dots. He didn't recognize her, but figured she'd been on the bus, too. He felt a touch on his arm, something unwelcomed, because it kept away the numbness of all the pain he felt. He winced, but got up, anyway. Weak, he used the bus to help him up, half scrambling half sliding upwards. "What...?" he tried to mouth a question, but words refused to come. Instead he blinked, and looked her in the eyes, hoping she could read them. He felt perpetually tired, and sore. And lost. Oh so lost.

[Vespur]

Joining I would love to roleplay with anyone please (:

[Runningdawn]

-- ◆ -- ◆ -- Dakota Maria Carter -- ◆ -- ◆ --
|| 17 || ♀ || Single ||

Give me attention, I need it now
Too much distance,to measure it out, out loud
-- ◆ -- ◆ -- ◆ -- ◆ -- ◆ --

-- ◆ -- ◆ -- ◆ -- ◆ -- ◆ --
Tracing patterns, across a personal map
And making pictures, where the lines overlap

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Dakota couldn't help but scream as the shadows shifted and, suddenly, there was somebody else, alive and well, smiling broadly. Dakota put her hand to her chest.
"Oh my god!" she said, forcing her heart beat to slow - she didn't want to have a heart attack when she had already come so close to death before. She looked more closely at the young man and realized she recognized him - not to say she was pleased to see his face, exactly. Wasn't he the school's player, or something of the sort? Not that Dakota wasn't glad that he was alive, but she could have though of some better lives to save...
Shut up, she scolded herself internally. How could she be so coldhearted? To think something like that was just cruel. She forced as calm of an expression as she could on her face, and looked at the boy with concern and curiosity in her eyes.
"Are you... you're okay, aren't you? Is there anyone else with you?" she asked, sounding a little mystified. After all, it wasn't every day that you saw a shadowy figure emerge from the rain.

[Runningdawn]

-- ◆ -- ◆ -- Dakota Maria Carter -- ◆ -- ◆ --
|| 17 || ♀ || Single ||

Give me attention, I need it now
Too much distance,to measure it out, out loud
-- ◆ -- ◆ -- ◆ -- ◆ -- ◆ --

-- ◆ -- ◆ -- ◆ -- ◆ -- ◆ --
Tracing patterns, across a personal map
And making pictures, where the lines overlap

.

Dakota couldn't help but scream as the shadows shifted and, suddenly, there was somebody else, alive and well, smiling broadly. Dakota put her hand to her chest.
"Oh my god!" she said, forcing her heart beat to slow - she didn't want to have a heart attack when she had already come so close to death before. She looked more closely at the young man and realized she recognized him - not to say she was pleased to see his face, exactly. Wasn't he the school's player, or something of the sort? Not that Dakota wasn't glad that he was alive, but she could have though of some better lives to save...
Shut up, she scolded herself internally. How could she be so coldhearted? To think something like that was just cruel. She forced as calm of an expression as she could on her face, and looked at the boy with concern and curiosity in her eyes.
"Are you... you're okay, aren't you? Is there anyone else with you?" she asked, sounding a little mystified. After all, it wasn't every day that you saw a shadowy figure emerge from the rain.

[[ Alrighty Eli - I try not to ignore anyone, or at least acknowledge everyone, but I only have one character so it may take a while for me to get to you when your character comes into play. Also, misc, I'll try to get to Nikita shortly when people are searching the bus so she isn't stuck in her own little world forever. ]]

[Puzzles]

Thick skin, Soft touch,
Heart of gold but it's na-na-na-not enough,
Forgiving arms, The higher road,
Working hard but it's na-na-na-not enough,
You say, I'm not good enough, I'm not good enough
But what you really mean is,
You're not good enough, you're not good enough
You can't deliver so you turn it around

You didn't let me down, you didn't tear me apart
You just opened my eyes, while breaking my heart
You didn't do it for me
I'm not as dumb as you think,
You just made me cry
While claiming that you love me
You love me, you love me
You said you loved me but that I
I'm not good enough, I’m not good enough

Stronghold, but fun ride,
But roller coasters aren't just na-na-na-not enough,
I keep it in, you wear me out,
This kind of love is na-na-na-not enough,
Said I'm just a sinking ship, I'm just a sinking ship,

But what that really means,
Is you can't handle this, you can't handle this,
You couldn't win so you turn it around...

You didn't let me down,
you didn't tear me apart
You just opened my eyes,
while breaking my heart
You didn't do it for me
I'm not as dumb as you think.

~ ♫ ~ ♪ ~ ♫ ~ Gwyndoline Tanner ~ ♫ ~ ♪ ~ ♫ ~

She smiled lightly. "It's gonna be alright." She helped him over to the tree she was standing under before so that the two of them were out of the rain. She grabbed her bag and pulled out one of the bottles of water and held it out to him. People weren't gonig to die if she could possibly help them, Gwyn glanced over at the guy, he looked just as hurt but probably less considering. She rolled her shoulders back and pushed him lightly to sit down on the large dry roots of the tree. She rubbed her hand across her ribs and hissed lightly at the pain she felt from the simple touch. She knelt down next t the guy, hoping that he would soon be able to tell her his name and that he was alright.

[Runningdawn]

[[ Oops... I double posted... how'd I do that...? o.O ]]

[111misc]

{lol}
NICO

Nico rubbed the back of his head, ruffling his rain-flattened hair. "Nope," He said lightly, shaking his head a bit. There was only just a tad too much lightness to his voice, so that an astute listener, not that there was one in the midst of this tragedy, might have picked up on his tension. "I crashed out a window a little ways down, and rolled to over there," he pointed back towards where he'd come from. He glanced then to the others in the clearing. His shirt was wet and clung to his broad frame, and blood seeped through the fabric in places, but he knew he'd be fine. Sizing up the others, he doubted they were as collected as he was, which was a source of pride to him, even in these worst of times. "What about you all? You guys alright?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.


PYE

Pye blinked, numbly doing as he was told. He looked at the girl then, really looked at her. Out of the rain, sitting down, the pain felt lessened, and it was easier to think again. She was pretty, and looked even more torn up than he was. Pye knew she'd told him her name, he could just remember it began with a G, but that was it. He hadn't really been listening at all, but he tried to remember, for a moment, before the stress of it hurt his head. "Thank you," he mumbled softly, blinking once. He glanced down at the damp ground again, sighing. He couldn't get enough air. "I'm Pye," he added, in just above a whisper, throat sore with every word.