forum Ill start my own Rp, and it will be the greatest rp in the world!
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@Book_Lord24

(Susan is letting me write for her character for a while. She wont be able to have contact with a computor anytime soon, so dont worry shes not dead.)

@Book_Lord24

Sami saw Michael rush off out of the corner of her eye, but at her moment, that wasn't her problem. Right now, her problem was Anna.
Muttering incoherent things, Anna was delirious from blood loss, and fading fast. Sami didn't know a whole lot of first aid. She lifted up Anna's shirt, exposing the wound.
The gash was long, and deep. It was bleeding heavily, and looked fatal. Suddenly, Anna let out a rasping breath.
She held Anna's head in her lap. She tore the sleeve off her jacket, and attempted to staunch the bleeding.
"Anna?" Sami's voice was raw, barely more than a whisper.
Anna looked up at her with wide eyes and a dirt smudged face, looking innocent and pure. Sami felt tears collecting in her eyes, threatening to spill over. Anna lifted a hand, ghosting over the outline of Sami's face.
"Anna?" She said one last time.
"Stay." Anna murmured, her eyes drooping. Sami could hear fighting ringing out in the background. Michael, Amber and Ariane were probably over there.
"Anna please." Sami said hurriedly, tears falling down her face. "Stay awake. Come on."
"Hey." Anna interrupted her, laying a hand on her wrist gently. "Make sure something cool is written on my gravestone."
Sami let out a choking noise, something between a laugh and a sob.
She held Anna's hand as the light faded from her eyes.
Sami let out a strangled cry and curled her body into a ball, caressing Anna's head hopelessly.
The battle raged on around them, but all Sami could see was shades of red and black.

@Book_Lord24

(im so sorry)(dont worry susan is notified about this)(we can resurect her thats what i was planning)(pls tell me what u think about how good i am at writing death scenes)

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(NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!)
(My spirit animal is DED!)

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Kira's breathing returned to normal, but the guards at her door ran off somewhere, she noticed. She heard a few loud thumps down the hall, followed by a few yells and slashes. It sounded like a fight. Did someone try to escape? Suddenly, there was silence, followed by a single pair of footsteps. Someone was coming for her. Who? "Eugh!" Kira's eyes, adjusted to the dark, were squinted, trying to see who just walked through the door.

@Paperok

Michael looked around in the dark room "who is in here?" he stumbled into the room bloody and battered "Hello?"

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Kira screamed. Like, hardcore screamed, backpedaled, and jumped into the back wall of her cell. She could hear Shey's voice in her head, Shut up, you stupid princess.

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(so, so, so, so, what do you think of this poem?
In January, you wait for the sun to come back
In January, you wait for family to go home
In January, you wait for the snow to melt
In January, you feel empty positivity,
what seem to be full promises,
emptied out by a flicker of reality
on the news

In January, you smile, half-heartedly
at the third cup of coffee you hold in your hands
In January, you sit at the windowsill,
wondering what to do with yourself
until school starts

In January, you put your fake smile back on,
you know, the one that you stopped bothering to put on
last October,
maybe sooner
In January, you look around your house,
amazed at how different it looks,
even though it hasn't changed

And somehow,
through all this,
In January,
you are content)