Username:
AbbeyDawn
Favorite type of RP:
Realistic human RPs
Sample of writing:
AbbeyDawn
Favorite type of RP:
Realistic human RPs
Sample of writing:
AbbeyDawn wrote:|ωнєяє ιѕ ѕнє؟|
{With Nic and Isabella}
|тαℓкιиg|
{To Nic and Isabella}
|тнιикιиg|
{Sam = Jerkzilla}
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"ι нανє α вσσк σf ѕє¢яєtѕ."Bryn watched, slightly horrified, as Sam entered the room, a stern look on his face. He was like a tornado who came to their little town and took it apart in a matter of seconds. He shouted commands at them, like they were his own little dogs, bred and raised to listen to his commands and follow them without hesitation. Her fist trembled. Would it be wrong if I hit him? She wondered, her dark, forest-green eyes staring the leader down, even though he didn't realise it. Tretcherous thoughts wizzed through her mind, a thousand snappy - and slightly offensive - comebacks that Sam should be told. What are you doing, Sam? You call what you're doing "productive"? Oh, why don't you just go die in a hole.
A small smile appeared on the girls face as she imagined all the things she could have told him, right there and then, but didn't. There was one thing that had held her back.
Isabella.
Surely, Sam would not have let them get away with that, and who'd be the one he'd punish the most? Yep, you guessed it, Isabella. Somebody, give the girl a prize. Why go after the others, who are faster, younger, and possibly smarter that you, when you can take out whatever anger you had on the girl, injured, lying on a bed, who can't walk. It wasn't that hard to figure out. It was tempting, but she couldn't let her friend get hurt. Well, even more so.
Brn had forgotten Feather was in the room, and walked over to her, stroking her silky neck. She had always comforted her, but this time, the horse only brought more cruel and harmful thoughts to mind. Such as, Y'know, if Feather kicked you, nobody would be there to save your life. Or maybe, Go on Sam, get on her. Oh, right, she'll kill you, you say? Even more reason to.
Suddenly, a dark, fearsome growl errupted from the dog on Samuel's right, causing Bryn to slowly walk to Nic's side, to help protect the little puppies. But there was no need. The dog struck out at Sam, sharp long canines sinking into his owners flesh. But not a moment later, no douptedly realizing what it had just done, the dog retreated into the safely of the Skyscraper, likely not to be seen for a long time. But only just before Sam hed uttered a dreadful curse that had shocked Bryn slightly. Not that it was Sam who had said it, just that he would say it infront of those younger than himself.
"You two. Leave to do something productive. When I get back you better be." Sam had growled before exiting the room, muttering something about getting a first aid kit. Not until his footsteps had dissappeared, did Bryn dare speak. "Good luck finding somebody who would help you." She said, mostly to herself. A small smile appeared when Issie threw away the tablets, only for the dog to lick them up.
She spun around and looked at Isabella. "Well, I guess the dog has left the dog had left the building. And I thought we were doing something productive. We were keeping you company." Bryn sighed, and just caught what Nic had said. "I guess I'll help you. Its better than waiting hand on foot on His Madjesty and he searches for Le Royal First Aid Kit."
AbbeyDawn wrote:|ωнєяє ιѕ ѕнє؟|
{With Nic, Feather
& Pancake}
|тαℓкιиg|
{To Nic}
|тнιикιиg|
{Ooh, chewing gum...
Do you have peppermint?}
"ι нανє α вσσк σf ѕє¢яєtѕ."Bryn ran over towards him, slowing down to a steady walk as she got nearer. A small laugh echoed out of her moth and around the long hallway. "Oh, thats what the 'would' is for, my tall friend. And whats the fun in having a jerkzilla for a Leader if you can't shove it back in his face?" Making a innocent face, a small smile tugged at her lips, her eyes gleamed with mischief.
"So, what are we doing exactly? I know that Voldermort had demanded we do something 'productive', but what does that mean? What is there to do around here, apart from getting your hand chopped off on a piece of glass or something?" She wondered outloud, and her forest-green eyes looking around the dingy corridor, but saw nothing that was of interest. Well, apart from the lights, but how were they going to get them powered up again? It would take forever to find something of use, and even them it'd probably have a gigantic hole in it, and the best thing they could get to fix would be a ton of chewing gum.
'Ooh, chewing gum. I wonder if anybody has any... Bryn wondered, and saw something large move in one of the corners. A shiver crawled up her spine, whatever it was, she did not want to know. Obviously, humans, dogs and horses weren't the only animals still alive. And speaking of horses...
Turning around, she held up three fingers as if to say "Wait" and whistled a four-note tune. A couple of seconds later, a whinney interrupted the silence, only to be replaced by the noise of a horses hooves on a metal floor. A smile appeared on Bryn's face and she turned around, starting to walk again. Wherever she was, Feather couldn't be far behind.
Any semi-lit/lit RPs you have:
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