Death is nonexistent

Undying un·dy·ing ənˈdī-iNG/ adjective (esp. of an emotion) lasting forever.

[actoring]

Umbral does not give up. He does not hesitate nor does he compromise.

Umbral is sick of being depressed. He isn’t sad anymore- he’s angry.

The performance is not over, it was simply an intermission.

[apocalyptiacs]

Hey have some mfkn uhhhhhhhh orphans

[actoring]

Your name is Umbral.

You’re fourteen, nearly fifteen. Backup gave you a goodbye kiss and jumped out your window. By the time you realize what happened, you look out your window, and Backup is gone.

Most Umbrals stay in their rooms and gloom, and a few Umbrals go to Backup’s room to look for him.

You are the Umbral that seeks out Obelus.

Something about the halls feel colder. A large crack of thunder kicks off a heavy rain, a sudden storm very typical of Winchester. It’s not the storm that bothers you, it’s the lightening and your run in with bad luck.

The walk to Obelus’ room feels unusually long, and the more you think about Backup’s sudden exit, the more you wonder if this is the right thing. You are doing the right thing.

You are the Umbral that seeks out Obelus.

You reach his room. Though normally you would knock, you see that the handle is wet and the door is cracked slightly. Obelus was in the rain. Obelus just got back in his room.

You press your ear to the door carefully, but you don’t hear much. Actually, you don’t hear anything at all. The uneasy feeling in your stomach grows, but you are bold. You push the door open, and you see Obelus kneeling in the center of his room. He’s looking up, and you can just barely make out that his eyes are glowing a faint shamrock green.

Glowing.

You rub your eyes in confusion. When you open them again, the world is blurring. You didn’t knock out your contacts, because you don’t have contacts yet. The world is crumbling around you- no, around Obelus- and there’s no possible way this is an earthquake.

“O-o-o-Obelus?!” You stutter out.

Obelus turns his head slowly toward you. It’s to an unnatural angle, and you cannot flinch back. There is no where to go. Obelus tilts his head and smiles at you. The floor crumbles beneath you, and you fall into the darkness.

You wake up in a familiar bed in a familiar room in a familiar house. Your parents are still alive, and you can hear them arguing in the room over. You are eight, and all you can remember is a brunet stranger with glowing eyes and a mole.

You are the Umbral that seeks out Obelus.

[actoring]

Saturn wrings his hands before putting them in his pockets. "Me too. But I guess that's what the meds are supposed to do." Saturn pauses and just stares at Umbral's face for a little while. "I miss you."

Umbral looks to the side. “Why do you miss me? I’m right here.” He crosses his arms and frowns. “You know you can talk to me, right, Sam...?”

[actoring]

"You haven't been.. acting like yourself lately. Are you okay? I'm worried about you."

“Huh?” Umbral scratches the back of his neck. He looks uncomfortable. “I mean... I feel fine. Just tired.” He shrugs and shakes his head. “What about you? Are you okay?”

[actoring]

[txt] Happy valentines day. [txt] I miss you.

[txt] Miss you too, babe. [txt] Wanna go out to dinner tonight?

[actoring]

You know Umbral, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Look. I’m tired. I’ve made a lot of mistakes. At least I tried hard at everything I did.

If I go to hell, I’ll be seeing a lot of these people with me.

[goldenprairies]

fluffy the cat’s home. she passed away in 1996.

[moosenotgoose]

Long ago, people in Tennessee who were traveling to Newport would have passed right by this now forgotten place. 

[actoring]

he’s tired

[actoring]

Gatorade. Just. Ugh.

[actoring]

Umbral is now at u-undying.

This blog is not dead- I’ll continue rp’ing this Umbral along side the new one.These are TWO DIFFERENT UMBRALS, the other Umbral is a clean slate.

[actoring]

So I’ve been thinking about remaking Umbral from the start for a long time. He’s changed so much since I made him, and now he’s practically nothing like I wanted him to be. Some of it is for the better, but mostly it feels hollow.

I’ve decided that I will be remaking his blog and starting over from the beginning.

However, this Umbral is important to many characters, so I’m keeping this one, too. This Umbral will remain for those that need him.

The new Umbral will be at u-undying, when I finally make the blog.

[goodishmusic]

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[actoring]

With your bad history with gingers who would have thought you'd be marrying one

Wow, how observant. You do realize how stupid you sound, right? Like a totl jackass.

[saturnscholar]

please no pranks tomorrow im weak and my life is already one long april fools joke

[pxsse]

One of the biggest hypocrisies of life, he thought, was how skin became dried out when subject to an excess of water.

This is what occupied his mind as he stood alongside the row of sinks, watching gentle, thin rivulets of blood lap down bumpy knuckles. The rush of water filled up the air bloated with silence beside either ear, though he’d zoned so effectively that his world was made, in that moment, only of the split skin drawn taut over joints. Pain was an obscure, paranoid, social fever, and at the moment, it had busily wandered outside to address the murmuring crowd, rather than hanging around his hands like…handcuffs.

At the sound of the door opening, the slightest tilt of a jaw brings the fluorescent light of the bathroom a radical inch closer to the left of his glasses.

The teenager turned a gaze sidelong, brown curls partially obscuring his view of the hunched figure staggering its way through the swinging door. Death, he saw, was twisted into horrible, grotesque knots over the other’s head, whispering things of panic and haste into lively ears. Maybe those kind of words would snake into his head, like leeches, or tapeworms. Feed off that kind of fear for the rest of his…ahem. Life.

Eye straightened up from his hunch, unceremoniously wiping his own blood onto white button up, rather than running them underneath the water.

The olive branch of a gesture went ignored, as most things do in the state of a panic attack. He’d know, he’d only just recovered from one moments prior. But, really, to ignore his presence altogether…interesting. Blank stare watches, mesmerized, as a bead of sink water hung off a strand of dark hair, quivering, like…like the first wet breaths of a freshly birthed fawn. Lungs still slick with blood, life hanging on with the strongest grip it would ever manage.

“Have you ever felt so alive?” he said, blank expression rivaling that of a poorly carved statue. Poorly carved, because the stone set forth by long-gone Greeks had more life than any flesh vessel he’d ever set Eyes on.

He only thought then, that this would be the second time Umbral saw him covered in blood.

[actoring]

Choices splayed out in front of him, Umbral kept his focus on the mirror. It took a great deal of willpower to not immediately look over at Eye and snap at him.

Options: Run. Respond. Hide. Screa--

“No-” the actor put a hand to his forehead, grabbing some of his hair at well. Don’t go back to that, he thinks, remembering the days he would spend coming up with stranger and stranger ideas.

The pressure of the world around him has been building up, and it’s become extremely difficult to keep being what he’s built up. What other people have built him up to be. It feels as though the shackles on his legs have tightened- he can’t have any free will by now, it must have been taken away.

Options: Scream. Threaten. Cry. Barf-

“No!” Umbral shouts, finally looking over at his bloody peer. Yes, it immediately occurs to him that Eye has started a trend of being a bloody bastard around him. Literally and metaphorically. He slams his hands against the sink before fully turning towards his peer. Doing so only agitates the pressure consuming Umbral’s unusually delicate mind.

“I don’t want to hear a WORD from you, Eye! You don’t even take this seriously! None of you take this seriously!”

Choice: Scream.

“All of you only care about your stupid relationships! Who fucked who, who likes who- it sickens me! But you, you’re the worst. You don’t care about anything! Did this even phase you? Are you happy? Are you proud of yourself? Because you’re sure as hell calm about everything!” He gets closer to Eye, but he’s out of arms’ distance.

“You’re disgusting, and so is everyone else! You’re all shit! I fucking hate being here, and you all make me want to-!”

He stops suddenly, then takes a deep breath. Calm down. Calm down. Calm. Down.

The actor drags his hand down a few inches away from his face, and clenches it into a fist. He appears calmer now, but he himself doesn’t notice that he’s trembling.

“Hey, how about that for a performance, huh? Was I convincing? Did you think I was really freaking out?” Umbral grins, then holds out his hand as some kind of peace offering. “I didn’t mean it, you’re not shit. A little disgusting, but not shit.” The boy leans ever so sliiiiightly.

“But I still hate your fucking guts.”