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Will I be ok?
Something seemed off in the garage. Everything was brightly lite but was just barely out of focus except for the few things closest to him. Jericho stood still as he looked around, finding that nothing was out of place. But something felt wrong, "Maybe it's me", he thought. Then, seemingly out of no where Dapper appeared, smiling and cheerful as always.
Jericho smiled, then froze as memories of 420 torturing Fawkes in an attempt to prove his love was a lie and strange images of her killing him in various ways. Fear surged through him as he realized that Dapper was just a kind front to the violent psychopath within. Jericho had one single thought go though his mind as he stood froze in place, staring at a now slightly worried looking Dapper," She's going to kill us... but not if I can kill her first."
Jericho lunged at Dapper, tackling her to the floor. She screamed in surprise. Jericho sat up, pinning one of Dapper's wrists to the floor with his hand and slowly lifted the other in a fist. In a low whisper,"I'm sorry, love."
He began to pound his fist into her face while making sure to avoid her free hand, and by extension, her grip. Dapper tried to scream and yell for help, and even to Jericho, pleading with him to stop. Jericho's eyes were emotionless but burning red. The fear hidden and only an instinct to survive drove him.
At one point, Dapper managed to kick Jericho off of her and made a break for the door, only to be caught again and stopped by a punch to her face and a kick to her chest. He reached down and grabbed her ankle and drug her back to the center of the garage. "Stay," he said coldly and walked off.
"Why ar' you doing this?" Dapper asked, dragging herself to a nearby toolbox and leaning back against it. She was only met with silence. Jericho returned with a long pipe in hand. "Huh, figured the psycho would have showed herself by now." Jericho lifted the pipe and looked into Dapper's fearful eyes, oil streaming from them. Jericho drove the pipe into Dapper's chest and almost immediately left, leaving control to Fawkes.
Fawkes took a moment to take int he grizzly scene before him. His green eyes showing little remorse. He knelt down and pulled the pipe from Dapper"s chest and carefully putting a hand to her cheek. "Why?" she asked again. Fawkes just shook his head. "W-will I be ok?" she knew that he would at least answer that and no matter then answer, he would fix her.
Fawkes smiled slightly and simply said," No." He softly patted her cheek, stood, and headed for the door. Ignoring her cries of pain and sorrow.
Jericho burst out of sleep mode, he was trying to scream but all that came out was quiet and distorted. He was still broken and alone on the side of the mountain, weak from low power and damaged or rusting parts. Tears of oil started to flow at the realization of where he was and the emotions brought on by the nightmare he just had. He wasn't going to die, not like this. Not alone. Not without Dapper, or that matter 420, even if she was by her hand.
He tried to scream out again, only to have the sound be slightly louder and even more distorted.
Jericho had lost all hope at this point.
Friendly reminders about roleplaying with me;;
♥ I have skype and will gladly share it if asked for it. ♥ I love plotting and it is always much appreciated. ♥ I love asks of all kinds! Want to know something ooc? Send it in! Want to ask my muse questions that relate overall to fandom? Send it in! Want to ask my muse questions that pertain to a certain verse? Send it in! ♥ Short paras via ask are love. ♥ Random starters are SUPER love. ♥ Most of all : never be afraid to approach me because I’m the biggest dork and as intimidating as a happy feet dancing penguin.
I'm one good sit down away from sketching out F/J's face and head. I just hope I can do it and not hate it.
Headcanon: Fawkes will hum Earth Angel when he works while Dapper is around.
So I'm about 4 or 5 episodes into Supernatural season 8 on netflix.
I've finally found the perfect explain of Fawkes/Jericho and Marcus's friendship. Dean and Benny. Now mind you I'm still very earily in the season so I don't know if it goes south but so far, they're exactly like F/J and Marcus.
Not but a select few will understand what the hell I'm talking about but still. I wanted to share
Body Language Cheat Sheet for Writers
As described by Selnick’s article:
Author and doctor of clinical psychology Carolyn Kaufman has released a one-page body language cheat sheet of psychological “tells” (PDF link) fiction writers can use to dress their characters.
This is gold, pure gold.
For lying, you can also have them avert their gaze in some way or another.
For distress, I also recommend rubbing an arm or so.
Please reblog if you are an OC/OC friendly rp blog
Being an OC is like being a peasant sometimes.
((This blog is 100% OC, and I’m amazed that people actually take an interest in it, given that the stories in my mind can’t possibly be that entertaining.))
The End? Part Two
The colorful flashes and quiet sounds of the pops ans booms from the fireworks over town jerked Fawkes away. It took a few moments for him to realize that he was alone and hadn't moved from his spot against the tree. Fawkes tried to move but the dull pain of everything that was broken and damaged increased with each twitch. To make things worse, he "good" joints were aching as well.
Getting still again, Fawkes started to walk things through in is head. The fireworks had to be for 4th of July. If hat was the case he had been here for a week or more. Surely some one would have started to wonder where he was. Fawkes didn't think he would be that hard to find. Sure he was on the side of a some what steep hill. He was to close to the road and the hill was to steep for any in season game and hunters to stumble across him and the same went for hikers. But he wasn't so far down that he couldn't really be seen from the road.
"Think they'll find us?"Jericho asked quietly.
"I hope so," Fawkes whispered. " I wouldn't think on it to much."
A tear trialed from his right eye and over his nose and fell to the leaves under his head. "But we still need to hope."
Fawkes shut himself back down into sleep mode, a small trail of tears still dripping onto the leaves.
not being able to draw ur own oc
So thanks to my father, I think I'll be able to make Fawkes' mask. The design will have to change abit. Just some detail pieces but I think I can make it and be happy.
That said, I'm going to have to look into face paint to do a half assed cosplay of sorts.
If you would be so kind as to reblog this if you feel insecure about your writing skills.
Just because this is an RP blog, doesn't mean I won't answer questions like an ask blog. My askbox is always open to any questions you might have for my muse.
Happy birthday to this post
Has it really been a year since I did this? (as in: I ganked Mimi’s song to draw this)
Wow……
We’ve come a long, long way since then, huh, guys.
My character has gone insane. How did this happen and/or how does your character react?
The End?
With Dapper back to normal and off to reconnect with her friends, Fawkes made his way upstairs to change his clothes and pack for a weekend at Marcus' compound doing maintenance on the small fleet of vehicles.
While he changed, Fawkes made a couple call just to tie up the two loose ends. One to Marcus letting him know he was about to be on his way and another to Ellijah, the bot that brought 420 home, to let her know that Dapper was awake.
Fresh clothes and a packed bag, Fawkes locked up the garage and mounted his bike. The ride out into the country and up the mountain would be fun, and something relaxing that he had needed for a very long while.
The ride through the country was nice. Open fields for scenery and fresh air can do a lot for a bot. Add in the setting sun and it was perfect.
The winding mountain climb was just as relaxing. The sun on the far side of the mountain, still setting, left the road in a light shadow. Fawkes always enjoyed this road. The almost constant twists of the curves and the slight danger of going off the road and down the mountain side, but Fawkes was a good rider. He had the control and the ability not make too big mistakes.
As it got darker Fawkes sped up his pace so he wasn't riding this ride in the full dark of night. With the mountain being mostly wooded and a narrow road, the risk of deer and other animal along with careless drivers worried him.
As Fawkes came around a blind corner, just a few miles from Marcus' compound, there were two deer standing in the road. Fawkes did what he could to slow down, but he was just going too fast. The back wheel lost traction and started to slide just before catching the road and throwing him off the bike.
He hit the road hard but was still going so fast that he bounced and slid off the road and down the mountain side. There were thick trees all the way down to the bottom of the mountian and Fawkes seemed to hit every one.The bike had slid off the road as well but was caught on a tree, not too far from the road.
Once everything had stopped and calmed down, Fawkes tried to get up. His left leg was completely busted and so was his hip, and that was just from being thrown off the bike. Both hands and his right arm were serverly damaged from the rolling down the hill and hitting the trees. To make things worse, Fawkes' cell was in his pocket and was destroyed when he was thrown.
No one other than Marcus knew where he was going. And he was sure that no one would be able to figure out where he was from the road.
Fawkes just laid there, on his side, what little hope he had of being found slowly dying as the hours past. All he could think about was how he just got things to what seemed like normal with Dapper and 420 and now this.
Oil slowly dripped from his eyes again as he went into sleep mode. At least that would possibly save his mind if he was ever found.