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"From the fiery depths of Hell, shall a Savior be born."
What does it mean? No one knows, well, one knows, but reliving the gruelsome tale is a road one isn't willing to follow.
i'm in! ;D
[Great! There's the character searching for something so they ask it of The One with the memory (me). Do you mind being the character that's searching froth answers?]
i'm up for this hoho
[Great! We'll just fill in the skellies as we go. I don't know where the story will go, but do you want to start?]
Meez skellie! Trayiane Drecstrinak 16 Tray has been called by some unknown force to murder his parents. After being sentenced to life in jail, she has pain that nobody can cure. Tray is intelligent and has both a high school degree and a bachelors despite the fact that she is a teenager. She is 5'6" tall with a slender dark figure with black stained hair due to the activity of the nearby volcano. She recently got a tattoo with her jail id number on it. It was required of all inmates.
Maria Pablo, 17. Maria. Something happened to her. She doesn't talk about it, matter of fact, she doesn't talk about anything, which is why her parents placed her in the Psych Ward. She only sits and shifts her eyes from side to side. She has long red hair, which has long since paled due to her not taking care of it and emerald green eyes haunted by what she saw.
i'm kinda interested...
what sort of main characters are you looking for?
what point of view will it be written from?
Is it necessarilly horror, or could it be bleakly funny?
Would it be fantasy, set in another world, or would it be set on earth?
What era would it be set in?
Oh, and would it be vampires and orcs and witches... or a full on ghost story?
tell me how you imagine it :)
The main characters (Trayiane and Maria) are ... well, Maria is plagued by an event that happened and Tray is investigating the event but in order to do that, she needs to get Maria to open up. I'm not really big on witches, vamps or all that. Fantasy isn't really my thing. Horror? I don't know. You're welcomed to join ... somehow we'll figure out a way to fit you into the whole story line.
My orange jumpsuit is ripped and I find it a force of habit to pick at my "branding label". No school, let alone person my age will even look at me. I am an outcast, shunned from my society. Tormented and abashed, I leave the place I once called home and come to a town unbeknowngst to me. A town they used to call in the old language as Pompey.
[Mind if I do it in third person?]
Maria sat, staring at the wall. It's been a while since she's been let out into the world, much less out of the tiny white room they have her confined in. It's been three years since the event and people are just now giving up on getting her to tell them what happened.
(Ur the boss. Ill follow suit) "Great. A girl that won't talk about a touchy subject." Tray sighed, "Listen, you need to understand that there are just some subjects that a person doesn't want to revisit. I know the feeling, but can't you trust me?"
[Is Tray already talking to Maria?]
(Yes. Is that ok?)
Maria continued to stare at the wall. Of couse she knew she was being spoken to but she refused to acknowledge her speaker. Trust? Trust is the thing that got her into this mess. She never should have trusted them.
She sighed for she knew that it wasn't going to be easy. She sensed betrayal and deceit. She paced for a while, gathering her thoughts. She rolled up her jacket and revealed her tattoo. It was now more or less an irremovable scar. She stopped and said " There is a price for trusting the ones you hold closest. " Maria glanced for a second. Tray continued " I have nothing left. I can empathize, but if you feel otherwise I'll let you be for the night.
((Replace the shes with hes. Oops))
Still, Maria said nothing as she stared at the scares. Subconsiously she wrapped her arms around her waist. Even without looking into the mirror, in which she broke a couple days ago, she can feel the scars on torso threw her thin shirt.
Tray knew that something was wrong. He thought he might get her to talk and lessen the pain for the both of them. He sees now that it was pointless to ask any further questions. He was tired of interrogating her for answers that nobody had the answer to. He sighed again as he shook his head. He left the room saying "Perhaps someday we can discuss this in a less hostile environment."
"Perhaps," Maria whispered. Her voice soft like the wind, barely audible. Slowly she loosened her arms around her torso and started rocking back and forth, again, each time accelerating.