running down to the riptide

hiya, aloha, whuddup - meg here with an important little message: i'm unfortunately going to be on hiatus for the forseable future. if you caught my most recent activity alert, you'll know part of the reason as to why i'm taking this break (and if you haven't, please click here to read it!). however, that information really only skims the surface - i've recently received the knowledge that i simply..  don't  understand  myself. i  '  m                 s  o  r  t                o  f                   a  n                   e  m  p  t  y                  s  h  e  l  l. and with that information weighing on me, i've decided to limit my interaction with social media (hell, i'm only on tumblr and instagram, but the former has sufficiently taken over my already boring life) and begin to pursue other interests, passions, loves.. everything i've never done simply because i've had something "easier" to fall back on (a.k.a roleplaying). it's my time to discover myself - if only a little bit. i've left a few ways to contact me above, so if you need to speak with me, feel free to utilize any of these resources. oh! and you can definitely message me and ask for my mobile number. if you live in the us or canada, of course! i love you all dearly, meg.

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[andrewbelami]

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ayy to close down all of my rp blogs or nah

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         “Fine.”

     Her teeth are gritted as she      speaks, she has no choice but      to trust the woman.

            “I’m one of those superheroes on the street.”

     She takes a sharp breath as she      forces herself to stay awake, focusing      on something outside.

       “But not one of those annoying ones. My sister is Hit-Girl. You know, Kick-Ass’s partner?”

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     She wants to laugh --          a superhero? That was the          best she could come up with?

  “Okay.. right. A superhero. And what was a superhero doing with a drug dealer?”

         Pulling into the hospital parking lot,          she makes a beeline for the          emergency doors.

[saint]

Pain changes people.

(via somedudebro)

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              “And what if I don’t?”

     She’s pressing her hand into      side even more now, trying      to keep herself awake as best      she could. She let out a small      laugh at her question.

        “Yes. You know you haven’t told me your name. An answer for an answer.”

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         “You're going to have one hell of a life in juvie.”

     Her jaw clenches tightly as the      girl laughs, pulling out the      dispatch radio in silent response.

            “Detective Beckett bringing a 10-45C, stabbing, to Lennox Hill. ETA, 3 minutes.”

     She puts away the radio after      confirmation, both hands again on      the wheel.

       “Does that answer your question?”

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     She’s feeling woozy now, but      continues to push it away, letting      out a laugh at the others words.      She has to raise her voice to answer.      She doesn’t know whether or not      she can trust the other yet.

          “Not really. I don’t wanna            end up in jail!”

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              “I'm sure we can work something out with the DA                                           -- --but only if you cooperate.”

     Cars have parted on either side of      the road, and she has a straight      shot to the hospital. The best thing      she could do was keep her foot on      the gas and keep the girl next to      her talking.

        “Do you go to school, Clarissa?”

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     She’s having a hard time staying      awake, but she won’t say anything      she refuses to be weak. She was      taught to never show hrt weaknesses.

          “Some scumbag drug dealer. Wrong place, wrong time I guess.”

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     She can't afford to look over at      the girl at this speed - not unless      they both wanted to end up      crashed into a median. But she      replies nonetheless, voice raised      over the siren, both hands curled      tightly around the steering wheel.

          “So a random drug dealer stabbed you for no reason..whatsoever. D'you wanna            try that story again?”

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     ayay like this for a starterrrr.

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 ❝ ——- saving people actually. ❞  he points back to the wreck a   couple of blocks back that he  just    gone     done         with. 

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     Her eyes flicker to where he pointed,      and immediately she drops her cup      of coffee into the trash bin.

           “Did you call 911?”

     She shouts, taking off at a run toward      the accident, not bothering to check if      he was following after her - though she      assumed he would.

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hi guys! just so you know, i've been feeling really up-and-down with my emotions for the last couple days, and there's no possible way i can play kate with that mindset. xD but i'll be back within the next couple days!

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                  [ h o l a    m u c h a c h o s ] ,

    meg here with a quick little announcement.

                             so.. yes. finals did end last week. but, the sad thing about                              college is that it never really ends. my summer courses be                              gin next monday, may 19th. and, yes, i have been doing f                              ull-time school since beginning college, but i’ve always fo                              und myself juggling school, roleplaying, and other real - li                              fe obligations.          suddenly, the other day, i realized that

                                                r e a l   l i f e   h a s   t o   c o m e   f i r s t.

                             And no matter how much I wish I could live the lives of my                              characters, at some point i have to come to the consensus                              that it simply won’t happen; no matter how  many  icons  I                              ake, nor how many drafts i get done in a day,  it will always                              be less important than studying or  spending  quality  time                              with                                                                                     family.

                                                                               s o.

                             This is officially my low activity notice for this account.  Fro                              m May 19th thru August 9th, I will be roleplaying selectivel                              y. I will compile a full list of those I will be interacting with d                              uring this time and will most likely place it in  a drop down t                              ab on my main page. Do not feel badly if you aren’t one of t                              hose few individuals. It is severely limited to those that I fee                              l particularly strong connections with both IC and OOC (plu                              s, it may grow as time carries on   -  so don’t be afraid to  sh                              oot     me     a     message    or     tag     me    in     a    starter!).

                             All in all, I hope you guys have a wonderful summer, and I c                              an’t wait to be back here full-time after the semester. I’ll mis                              s each of you every single day.                                              <3

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thedarknesstohislight, mattdxnovan, clawsbeneathskin, & bxckett ;

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  ❝ on your right! ❞  he’s gotta’ stop swinging so low. honestly. 

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     Shifting thoughtlessly to the left      (thinking a bicyclist or a jogger      might be passing by), she glances      beside her out of habit.

               “What the hell?”

     She's brought to full consciousness      of exactly who'd passed her - but      that wasn't enough to suppress her      irritation with him.

        “Are you trying to kill someone?”

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psa: i unfollow people who i’ve followed for a week and haven’t interacted with. i unfollow people who haven’t been active for a week and have no posted a absence notice. i delete starter posts that have no replies three days after i they’re posted.

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     She raises her eyebrow as the other      shut the door rather hard, her hand      pressing into her side quite hard.

            “I have this pain disorder thingy majig.          I got stabbed. What else is there to say?”

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     The brunette puts the car in      gear and pulls out, rolling up      the windows before flipping      on the siren.

          “Oh, I don't know, maybe who stabbed you? Why?”

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    Delphine entered the quarters with     her coat clutched close to her chest,     the inside of her cheek raw by means     of her worrisome chewing.

      ”You are Detective Beckett, oui?”

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     Having people walk back to her      desk wasn't exactly.. customary.      Silencing the irritation in her      eyes, she set the pen down and      folded her arms on the desktop,      looking up at the guest with      raised eyebrows.

          “That's me.”

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     She decides to lie, using Marcus’s      last name, it’s easier to do that.

         “I’ve got it. I can’t feel physical pain.           Clarissa. Clarissa Williams.”

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     She shuts the passenger's side door      slightly harder than she probably      should have - but she can't help it,      really. This girl was acting more like a      suspect than a victim.

            “Right. No physical pain.          Clarissa - okay. So're you going to tell me what happened?”