Safe... For Now
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Thread Topic: Safe... For Now
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(Alright, I've imagined C1 as a girl, and C2 as a boy, but we can do it the other way around too.)
C1 is going through a hard time. They are a cutter, and people call them names like Emo. With a drunken father, a drug abuser mother, and a brother buried six feet under, their life is tougher than most.
C2 Just your average person. They don't go to school, they have a place to their own, oh yeah, did I mention they're a fallen angel too? Well, yeah. They died at a young age and did something to really piss God off, now they're forever damned to the hell hole earth will become, though they are actually pretty kind towards other people as long as you don't piss them off.
One day, C1 is out at night, crying after their father and his friends beat them and are chasing them. C2 is out with a few mortal friends they were able to make when they see C1 being chased by a group of people. C2 beats them and takes C1 back to their place.
Later that night, a bad hoard of other fallen angles that C2 got in a bad fight with, come to the house and attack C1 and C2. C2 is hardly able to fight them off, but the group gives the two a message that is almost impossible to understand.
Later they find the message was a death threat from Death himself.
(Then we can take it from there?) -
I like it.. But you don't have to soap with me since we are already doing the other one. I was just stating how good a plot it is :3
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No, dude I'd still love to soap with you!
But could I be C1 and a girl since of our other soap? -
Omg bro I love soaping with you!
Yes and yes :3 -
Yee, same here! ^-^
Sweet, just give me a second to make a charrie... -
You're my fav~
Alright ^^ -
Name: Saffron Tye
Age: I'll have to see yours...
Looks:
Wears: Usually ripped jeans, really crappy sketchers, and dark Tees. She usually steals the clothes from her mum while she's making drugs, so they're not going to be in the best shape. She also has a black sweater that she hardly ever takes off.
Personality: she's usually really depressed because of the conditions that she's grown up in. She's usually afraid to do things, but once she gets in a bad situation and she's forced to do something, she can go all bad ass.
Other: well, she's a cutter, so she has scars on her ankles, hips, thighs, and wrists from cutting. She usually has a razor of some sort on her just in case she can't take it.
I think I have everything... Oh, and your charrie can have powers too since he's an angle and everything ^-^ if you want him to anyways, just an idea. -
Really!? *huggles* ^-^ Imma fav soaper!
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-huggles- You're officially my sister on here ^.^
Name: Dean
Age: Looks 19
Gender: Male
Type: Fallen Angel
Powers: Unknown~
Personality: Dark, quiet at times when he goes back into his old days of how he fell and so on. He can be the person who likes to party and hang out but secreatly he is a sad, lost person who just wants to be happy again.
Other: He has two huge scars running down his back, lined up perfectly. Those where his wings until he fell. (I'm thinking they'll come back later on >:3)
Wears: Mostly jeans, tennis shoes, dark colored shirts and his favorite leather jacket. Always wears a brown leather belt. -
OMG I HAS A GTQ SISTER :D haha sorry for freaking out xD
Okay, Saffron is 17 then (because she's still living with her parents and shiz)
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BDJSBAHK. How dare you play me like this? D:))
Dean grinned happily and let his body be moved around and touched as the bodies around him pulsed and danced with the music in the night club. He laughed loudly as one of his friends, Jaxon, was trying to hit on a pretty blonde. Happiness and pleasure pulsed through his system in a never ending wave and it was filling his inhuman side nicely. Some nights he allowed himself to enjoy the guilty pleasures of life and feed his darker side. A small brunette was peering up at him with a face filled with makeup. He flashed a flirty smile and allowed it to happen even though he didn't like the fact that she wore all that makeup and such a skippy dress. -
Haha sorry XP))
Saffron felt the sting of her fathers hand hit her face. A high pitched scream escaped her lips as she staggered towards the wall. Her father's drunk friends were laughing at her, mocking her. She tried not to let them see her cry, but that was practically impossible. Helpless, she didn't know what to do. Stay and let them beat her? Or try and leave? There were so many people there, well, it seemed like it anyways. She couldn't take all of them by herself, and her mother was passed out on the floor; there was no way she could get help from her.
Quickly, she made the decision to leave the damn place. She turned towards the door and she began to run towards it, trying to reach safety. Her fathers words broke through out the laughs; "Where do you think you're going!" -
She giggled as if he had said something funny and he rolled his eyes when she turned around. He noticed his friends had found a companion but he was interested in none of them. Yelling over the crowd he got their attention and together they started to part the crowd and walk out.
Once outside Dean inhaled the nightly scents and smiled to himself. Narrowing his cat like green eyes he scanned the area before he started to lead them towards Jaxon's house which wasn't too far. -
Through the cold air, Saffron ran as fast as she could. Her drunken father and one of his drunk friends running- more like tripping- after her. Her breaths came quick and she tried her best to stop the tears from falling. The streets and sidewalks had no one at all! How was she going to get away from them if no one was going to help her...?
Of course, the classic horror movie hits as Saffron trips on some uneven sidewalk. She his the ground hard and she lets out an ear piercing scream as soon as she felt two pair of hands on her pulling her up from the ground. "Let me go!" She screamed over and over. "Let me go! Let me go!" -
Dean was on his way back to his own house when he heard someone screaming. His body went into guard and attack mode as he shot forward quicker then a human eye could follow. What Dean found made him so angry that he snapped. "Get off her!" He snarled and gripped the two collars of the men and slammed them up giants a near by building.
The smell of alcohol and fear rolled off them and hit him hard. He smirked and pressed them against the wall harder and bared his teeth. "I better not ever see your faces around here again.." He dropped them and he was positive one of them pissed themselves as they ran. He turned around and looked at the girl.
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