GR OC: Finally Here. IThe roads are dark; the unseen figures thought to be shadows are threatening; the only lights around flicker hopelessly; the faith put into the senses are cast aside; the anxiety caused by fear is overwhelming.GR OC: Finally Here. I3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
A lone shape scurries across the deserted sidewalk in a sketchy alley. It stops a moment at the sounds of police sirens and yelling coming from the main street.
With a heavy breath, the shadow continues into the darkness. Then, two more figures appear seemingly out of no where. Immediately, a swift chase ensues onto a road perpendicular to the alley with but one dying lamp post shedding light onto the scene. There, the figures are shown to be two delinquent punks harassing a rather irritated-looking girl. She growls ferociously when one of the boys grabs her arm roughly to pull her towards him in a restraining hold. The other guy laughs menacingly and also moves in.
"Get the fuck off of me!" the auburn-haired girl screams as they yank at her clothes with much struggl
GR OC: Finally Here. IIA television -- no matter how grand -- gets quite boring after about a half hour. It doesn't even matter what is on the screen, whether it's hot guy or epic fight scene. Some time passes and it becomes kinda sad. The television seems to give you puppy eyes just to look at it a few moments longer as you begin to remove your gaze from it. But, I'm not the type to sit around and do nothing.GR OC: Finally Here. II3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
So, I find myself doing some exploration of my room. It's decent sized and I assume it's the same as all the others in this place with it's sickeningy plain colour pallette of greys and whites. Of course, I instantly plan to change the design of this room in the near future -- maybe even to match the colourful highlights in my hair. I smile at these thoughts and move on to the few drawers around. Happily, I find some of my belongings that my remaining family member probably sent and some more necessities that Providence may have provided. Satisfied at my findings, I stand by the door and look out at th
GR OC: Being a Heroine. III never imagined this to happen. Well, of course I had my fantasies and I have daydreamed about it happening . . . But never ever did I actually think my dreams would become reality.GR OC: Being a Heroine. II3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
With a flutter of my thick lashes I open my dreary eyes to the morning's light dimmed by curtains across the room. I think nothing of this discovery and just close my eyes once more as I sit up to stretch my bare arms dirtied from all my activities today above my messy head of hair. During this action, I realize that I didn't hit my head on the top bunk that should be there -- if I was at Providence. Immediately, I open my eyes in utter shock to get a good look at where I really am. Again, I set my sight upon the navy curtains across the relatively large room I'm in (something else I don't have at Providence). The walls around me are a similar dark blue with several posters ranging from rock bands to video games plastered to them. I instantly comprehend that I'm in a teenage boy's room as I evaluate
Last Flight - textLast Flight - text3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
It was a birthday present.
The kite was old, like everything else his father bought for him. Vintage, that was the word he'd said it with pride. As if age had made it even better.
He'd bought the kite from a little chica back in the Amazon basin, the last time he'd checked on the Nanite Project. It'd been handmade, apparently, with plenty of care.
Noah ran his hands along the wood, letting his fingers fall into the holes time had torn into the kite fabric. The gift was a peace offering, he knew, his father making up for all the Lil' League Basketball games when he was nothing but an empty spot on the bleachers. Care and a single present, Noah figured, was pittance for all the birthdays the man had missed.
"You weren't there for me,"
"I'm sorry, son," His father ran tired fingers through his rapidly-greying hair. "I mean, with the Project taking up this much time, I..." He paused, catching himself. "Wait. This is your birthday, right? I-I didn't miss it, did I?"
Bloody Nanite Soup 7"You can't save him, you know."Bloody Nanite Soup 73 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Shut up!" I shouted. I clasped my hands over my ears, trying my best to block out that thing's voice. I can't stand hearing it anymore. I wanted it to go away.
"I can show you what will happen to him. Show you that it's your fault."
I felt those hands cover my already closed eyes and I started shaking. I was suddenly somewhere else and there is smoke and heat surrounding me. I cough and hack when the smoke started getting in my lungs. Where did that thing take me?
A sudden crash made me jump, choking even more, and I stepped cautiously through the clouds of grey.
The noises are loud and incessant, nearly drowning out the sound of my bare feet against the asphalt. The ground was hot, but not enough to burn me and there wasn't any sign of fire being the cause of the warmth, so I didn't think there was a reason for me to be too wary of where I walked. I just wanted to get out of the smoke.
I felt myself step in something wet and the smoke sudd