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CP-OCT R3: PrologueJay paced absently along the edge of the veranda of 'her' cabin. Her words with the others had left adrenaline coursing through her for no real reason and with no real outlet, leaving her antsy and nervous (although she'd never admit to the latter). This was getting serious now with only four of them left - not that it had never not been serious, but now Jay could feel it in her bones. Although, to Jay, it half seemed to be a case of blind luck that any of them had made it as far as they had.
The clay soldier was sat on the rail, tracing her movements with swinging motions of its head. She had the feeling that it wasn't the only thing watching her...
She couldn't afford to drop her guard, not now, her prospective opponents had to have something, otherwise even with Lady Luck herself walking beside them, they wouldn't have made it this far. She ran over her assessments of them in her mind - quick checks as she tried to
CPOCT Round 2 Prologue: vs Judy LeRainJay stayed curled on the bed, pillow covering her head in a childlike move that no-one who knew her would believe her capable of, trying to drown out the screaming. (Screaming she wasn't entirely sure she was actually hearing, as it grew in pitch and tone, and seemed like that night...) Eventually, Jay forced herself to uncurl, throwing the pillow away and prodding one foot cautiously at the-
“It's safe now,” Roxanne's disgruntled voice had Jay pivoting, and groping for her rifle, only to find the clay monkey behind her. “It has been for a while.”
Jay just made a dismissive noise and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, rubbing her face wearily, massaging her eyes and the bridge of her nose.
“The feast is to begin shortly. You wouldn't want to miss it now would you?”
Jay shook her head, pushing herself upright, using her rifle as a crutch for a moment before she was steady. She took a second to calculate the last time sh
Child's Play OCT R1 Prologue: Vs Miles ArcherJay scanned the camp warily again once she was left in peace, cataloguing the various people (and that was a stretch) around the fire, and dismissing those she doubted would be immediately dangerous, and taking note of those who concerned her. (And if seemed like half of the people here were just children). Satisfied that she was at least relatively unobserved (she could feel eyes, she just couldn't figure out who they belonged to), she slid away from the fire, towards the trees, (after some debate, she'd made the decision that it was probably safer staying off the ground and out of the way, even if that afurisit monkey kept following her). After some search, she found a likely looking candidate still fairly close to the camp (not a pine, surprisingly enough, but with stronger limbs to hold her) and slipped into it, doing her best to stay as unnoticed as she currently was.
A fork in the branches provided her with a sturdy perch, and she settled in, absen
Just for Today Part 1
Just for Today Part 1
It was just another normal day for Jack. He just got up, brushed his teeth, and washed his face. After he changed into his usual clothing with his signature blue long coat, he headed down stairs for a quick breakfast. Beside his plate, Jack saw a metallic digital watch and a note. Curious, Jack took the note.
We’re very sorry, but we had to leave early for work and we’re probably going to arrive late tonight. To make up for this, I modified your skateboard to be remote controlled. Just press the side button, and the screen will become a touch pad for you to control the movement and speed of your board. I hope this fun feature this makes up for our constant absence. We love you son.
Jack gave a small smile. “Thanks, dad.”
Jack finished his breakfast and sped toward his school on his new board. He even tried a few stunts with the new feature.
“I think I’m doing pretty well,” Jack said to himself.
Just as Jack
Faceless Friendship (Slenderman x Reader) That was a final day of your work on school photos you had to take for some geology lesson, and you felt a nice warm rays of sun keeping you in a perfect mood, as soon as they made it yet better.
“That’s the weather I was just waiting for~ ”, you said with glad voice, walking through the chilled, green and attractive in itself forest.
Tall and seemed just like painted with pastels trees were surrounding you everywhere but the path you were walking through there. You felt cooled down there, as the sun hidden behind the corona of trees wasn’t making you overheated or at least shining harshly in the screen of your camera. You heard the birds singing, pleased with the great weather, flying from one branch of tree to the another one, making the orchestra of their throat sounds and sound of forest itself, as well as water splashing somewhere near you or your own stepping on the sandy path.
“It seems so peaceful in here”, yo
Grandma's SecretGroaning, Jack let his aching body fall on his bed. He'd helped his uncle for hours carrying Great Grandma's stuff from her adjacent cottage into the farmstead's large attic. Great Grandma had died three months earlier, but Jack already didn't remember her well anymore.
He'd often visited his uncle's farm during his holidays, but he'd seldom interacted with his ancient relative. While uncle and his wife were living in the farm's big ranch, where Jack even had his own room while he was visiting, Great Grandma had lived withdrawn in her old, tiny cottage. It had even lacked modern heating and fluent water, but the old lady had thrown a fit each and every time her grandson had tried persuading her into moving to the farmstead.
She'd even grown her own vegetables and farmed chicken, so she'd been completely independent, and eventually his uncle had stopped trying. Truth to tell, Great Grandma had not been a bad person. She'd always smiled when she'd seen her great grandson play
Just for Today Part 3
Just for Today Part 3
Hi, again. Nicole speaking. This mic is on, right? Good. So we’re just taking a break from practice. Jill is so amazing out there. It really makes me wish she was born a girl. But, I do have to respect that Jill is really Jack. He really has an open heart. I can see why Holly has a thing for him. But, just a little while ago, I saw Jill walking away. I wonder why. And I wonder if Sarah really is sick. Well Mr. Narrator, let’s all hear it.
“It’s okay, I won’t tell,” Jill said. “Just let me ask you a question. Why aren’t you in bed getting your rest, Sarah?”
Sarah was a little hesitant at first. Then, she started to cry. Jill brought her close to her.
“Hey, it’s okay,” Jill said. “I just want to know if something’s bothering you.”
Sarah eventually calmed down and began to speak.
“I…I didn’t mean to deceive anyone,
Mika Munch: The Hungriest ExplorerExploring the ancient world is a profession that requires a certain flair of finesse. You needed a distinct respect for the aging lands you traversed, showing them the admiration their great legacy’s deserved, while remaining on your feet in case of crumbling platforms or long hidden traps. A respectable job only for the most patient souls with the most delicate touch…
And then there was Mika Munch, who wore a bright purple top, had spent the first twenty minutes of her journey through the temple singing along to ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’ as it played on a loop on her iPod and had written ‘Mika wuz here XOXO’ on the entrance.
“Hmmm,” it had been a long trek, and not without its obstacles or hidden treats, but finally she was presented with a real puzzle.
Fortunately, it was her kind of puzzle.
Before her stood a set of three podiums, each bathed in light shining in from the ceiling. Behind them stood a mighty door, sealed shut with what
The Rise of a New WitchTrade with Clancy688
Wendy took every step with caution. One creaky board, one audible footstep, and her stepfather would know she was up in the attic. Up in the one place she wasn't allowed.
Time and time again, she had been reminded not to go to the dusty, ignored innards of the ceiling. "The floor might break," he said. "There are dangerous things up there," he said.
But alas, these warnings only added fuel to the proverbial fire of Wendy's curiosity. And so there she was, on a stormy Saturday evening, guided by the light of her cell phone's backlight.
While using the backlight limited her field of vision, Wendy still found some weird stuff. There was a box of necklaces, a black metal pot, a pointed hat-
"Ow!" Wendy stubbed her toe. She immediately covered her mouth, praying her cry wasn't heard.
There were no calls of worry, no sounds of concern.
Wendy shined her light on the artifact on the floor. It was a book, with a worn cover, yellowed pages, and blanketed by dust. She blew on
Just for Today Part 2
Just for Today Part 2
Hi everyone. I’m so excited that I’m finally getting my chance to narrate this bit. So as of now, the team and I were going to practice our cheer routine for the big game. And guess what, Jack, I mean Jill, is going to help us. I almost feel sorry for pushing this on her, but she’s too cute to not have on the team. Well, this is just for today. Better get out there, the team’s waiting. So is Jill. *giggle*
“Is there any chance I can change my mind,” Jill said, who is now clad in a blue cheerleader’s uniform.
“A man wouldn’t go back on his word, now would he?” giggled Nicole.
“That coming from the girl who changed me into a girl,” protested Jill. “This uniform is so embarrassing. How do you girls do it?”
“It’s just us,” Katie said. “Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be pumped up enough to forget that you’re e
Anime High: YamiIn the grounds of the high school, you got out of your (Relative) car. You had just started high school and were shaking like a leaf. People were walking in and you waked in as well. You decided that you would stay quiet and out of sight. You made no eye contact with anyone, although the guys you could see out of the corners of your eyes were cute. They also had huge groups of girls following them. You had to tell yourself more than once that you didn't stand a chance with any of them and that you should just forget about it.
You began in Homeroom and you got a seat at the back of the class. You took a look at your schedule and after the bell rang, you looked around to see who was in your homeroom. It was hard to do with the spiky-haired guy in front of you blocking your view. A sigh came out as you could not believe how unlucky you were. As homeroom continued to bore you, you decided to get out your journal. Before you got your journal you came across your scissors which made you gigg
Hagawa Hisame - Part 1
Name: Hagawa Hisame [Former Furukou Hisame].
Alias: The Honorable Blade.
True Age: 937 years of age.
Visual Age: Appears in his thirties.
Sexual pref: Heterosexual.
Family status: Married to Hagawa Miyabi. Daughter Hana [With Furukou Mako, now deceased], son Shinta [With Hagawa Miyabi].
Squad: Royal Division.
Former Squad/s: Division 7.
Ambition: To uphold the honor of all Shinigamis and his family.
Likes: Obviously his family. Calligraphy, art, music, poems.
Dislikes: Injustice, lies, immoral actions, suffering of the weak.
If there is anyone to uphold the honorable spirit of an samurai, is it Hisame. His life have been dedicated to honor, justice and honing his blade and family. However, at the beginning he was horrible at keeping it up duo a slightly different family.
His dislike for his father
TBOS: Char Ref, AndromedaName: Andromeda
Race: Humanoid reptilian
Appearance: Tall, slim, reptilian. Green, scaled skin, yellow reptilian eyes, nose slits instead of an actual nose, and a slightly forked tongue. Bald, tends to wear a bandana to detract from this, or a cap. Has a tendency to wear colours that clash with her skin tone (is colour-blind, sees mostly in heat instead, and even when she isn't, can't perceive colour), although she often seen in her dark uniform (she's an officer of the law). Wears long sleeves and warm clothes (she is cold-blooded).
Personality: Cool and normally rational, her mother has a tendency to bring out her temper. Hates the cold with a passion. Is bluntly honest, normally at points at which it would be better to tell a lie, although is also very good at defusing tense situations. Is cool in the face of fire, not blasé, just confident, and often violently ill after having a gun pointed at
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