Some People Don't Want to be Found

Um, can we all just pretend you didn't see me here? Thing is, I've been kinda dodging my old man for a few weeks now and if he found out where I was well...let's just say it wouldn't be pretty for my physical health. //Independent Rp blog for Supernatural and The Walking Dead

[frommemetoyou]

|REACTION MEME| Bruised and Broken Version

[msmysticundead]

centricism:

"Woah, when did you get that?"

"Who did this to you?"

"How many time have I told you to be more careful?"

"You’re saying this was an accident?"

"What a shiner!"

"If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy."

"I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!"

"Does it hurt when I touch it?"

"Let me kiss it better."

"If you don’t rest, you won’t heal."

"Another fight?"

"What happened to your face?"

"I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…"

"Let’s get you to bed."

"Let’s get you to the hospital."

"Why are you so calm about this?"

"You’re bleeding!"

"What are friends for, ey?"

"So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?"

"You need to look where you’re going."

"I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious."

"Do you want to tell me what really happened?"

"Don’t move! You’ll faint!"

"I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec."

"You’re the clumsiest person I know."

"I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this."

"How could you be so careless?"

"I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!"

"H-how many of them were there?"

[itty-bitty-runaway]

It's a Brand New Year- Closed Rp

[aloneandfighting-blog]

The bully scowled and let go of Veronica, stepping forward. “That’s what I said, yeah” His hands balled into fists, and his face clearly showed his anger. “I’d like to see you try”

Veronica sighed with relief when she was released, rubbing her shoulder. There’d definitely be a bruise there by the end of the day. Her attention was quickly drawn back to the boys and she started to mentally panic. What was she was supposed to do? This boy was going to get himself seriously injured because of her, and she didn’t want that! But she also didn’t want to turn the bully’s attention back towards her. Finally, she cleared and her throat and said “H-Hey, u-um…th-there’s really n-no need for v-violence”

[itty-bitty-runaway]

The teen honestly didn’t hear the girls whimpered plea through his anger. If he had maybe he would have spared a second thought. Maybe even a glance, anything to see how desperate she was, but Morgan wasn’t interested in that. His focus was on the boy that stood before him. The bully that had just moments ago been gripping tightly enough to leave bruises. He knew how hard you had to squeeze to make those. He knew the face of pain that girl had had moments ago. The look of fear, the look that prayed that this time it would all be over soon.

"You don’t want to see what I’m going to do to you kid." His voice was dripping with a vile hatred that Morgan did almost everything he could to repress. His fists tightened and he could feel his blunt nails cutting into his flesh. Could feel the sensation of warm thick goo slowly ooze from the new wounds. "Trust me kid, cause I won’t leave this here. I will put you in the hospital. I will kill your dog. I will destroy your everything. Leave now, or I will." He was trying to remain calm yet his voice shook. Morgan never liked resorting to violence, but if he had too he might as well make it worth the effort.

[aloneandfighting-blog]

While her plea seemed to have gone unnoticed by the boy, the bully had heard her and his attention returned to her just long enough to shove her back  “This isn’t any of your business anymore. Just get out of here and be glad you’re not the target anymore” Had he been more focused on her than the boy threatening him, his words would’ve been far worse. As it was, his anger was directed at the boy threatening to beat him.

Veronica stumbled back a few steps when she was shoved, almost losing her balance and falling. However, she quickly steadied herself and focused her wide eyes on the two boys. The boy who’d saved her from the bully was actually starting to frighten her, but the boy had still saved her, and she needed to do the same in return. There was no reason for him to get hurt. Her only idea was to step between the two, and that was even more frightening than the boy’s words. She didn’t want to anger either of them, but this needed to stop, and stepping between them was the only way she could come up with.

‘He won’t swing, neither of them will, but especially not the bully. They don’t hit girls in front of anyone else, remember?’ The bully was saying something to the other boy, but the words barely registered as she tried to make herself put a stop to this nonsense. Taking a deep breath, she placed herself between the two boys, facing the one who’d stuck up for her. “L-Look, there’s no need f-for any of th-that. If you just w-walk away there’s n-no need to get v-violent. B-Besides, there’s not e-enough time for this a-anyway, the bell’s g-going to ring soon.”

[itty-bitty-runaway]

He had touched her. Morgan watched as the other boy shoved the poor girl and it took everything he had to not smash the boys face into the locker right then. Instead he took a few deep breath, disappointed that they did nothing to calm his nerves. Instead his anger only built. The bully was speaking again, words that didn't really register in his brain at the moment. The girl said something too, her voice soft and broken. Her words were never heard, but her terrified tone was all he could stand.

With as much calm as he could muster the teen took his bag from his shoulder and placed it on the ground with shaking hands. He straightened himself slowly before letting one of his balled fists fly, happy that it collided with the bully's face.

[itty-bitty-runaway]

-sends you a thousands crown symbol things-

[itty-bitty-runaway]

[SEND ME A PROMPT AND I’LL WRITE A 4-5 SENTENCE DRABBLE ABOUT IT.] Morgan kept one item from the past with him always, even when he moved into the prison. What is it, and why did he keep it?

The silver chain felt cold in his hands, pulling his thoughts from the empty dank cell he sat in and thrusting them back into the warmth of his sister’s embrace. Sure they had had their difference, and she had pretty much hated him, but in times like this all he could do was wish she was here. Here with him to tease him and tell him that everything was going to be fine before calling him a name and hitting him. He ran his fingers a crossed the metal before closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath of the memory of her scent. With quiet tears the boy slipped the chain back around his neck, praying that he would never loose it before drifting off to sleep.

[itty-bitty-runaway]

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[itty-bitty-runaway]

M!A Abloo Bloo

Muse can’t stop crying.

He felt the tears burn at his eyes before he felt the moisture. The boy swallowed in an attempt to push down the lump growing in his throat. When that didn’t work Morgan sighed and allowed the tears to fall.

[ordinarilyperfect]

The boy visibly relaxed when the angel told him that, smiling a bit when his hair was tousled. Still a bit weary of the creatures Morgan took another step back from the ledge. “I don’t have to go down there at all right?”

No, not if you don’t want to. Now, is there anywhere in here you’d like to see? I have library and a few other interesting rooms, like an armory. *puts an arm around Morgan’s shoulders.* Don’t worry nothing is going to hurt you, not anymore. 

Morgan smiled at the man, at his words and the way he wrapped an arm around him protectively. The warm safe feeling that had been lacking from his life for so long felt great. “Hm, maybe the library. I don’t think I’ll like armor.”

Lucifer smiles “All right, library it is.” He turns, gently steering Morgan from the room. “I gather you enjoy reading books.” He guides Morgan down the halls. It’s so easy to care about this kid, he wants him to feel safe. He doesn’t understand why he feels this way but, and he hates to admit it, he likes this feeling of helping someone.

[itty-bitty-runaway]

Morgan was more then a little happy to leave the spiders behind, smile widening as he was led from the room. The boy nodded his head with a bit more vigor then necessary. "Oh yea, I love it! When I was little I used to read to my sister all the time..."

[legolasofthefellowship-deactiva]

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[itty-bitty-runaway]

I Don't Play Dodge ball- Closed Rp

[itty-bitty-runaway]

For the rest of the class Morgan found that he had trouble focusing on the words spread acrossed the pages before him. He found himself glancing up at the man that ran between groups of kids with a smile and ridiculously kind words. Finally when it came time for the bell to ring he stared where he was, trying to see if the man would return to him. When he did Morgan flashed him a smile. “That was an eventful class, you seemed busy.”

[deanbitchwinchester-archive]

"It always is the first day of a new class. Actually, all classes. I try to involve everyone, get to know them a little. If they see me less as a teacher and more a friend, they’re more inclined to learn. Philosophy and Psychology one oh one, buddy." Dean grinned brightly.

[itty-bitty-runaway]

The explanation sounded stupid to him in all honesty, but Morgan didn’t know much about that type of stuff. The teen nodded slightly, his smile widening a bit. Leave it to this guy to think of something like that. “Sorry to break it to ya, but I don’t those dumb ass jocks in there have ever learned a single thing in their entire lives.

[deanbitchwinchester-archive]

Dean laughed and playfully cuffed the top of Morgan’s hair. “Oi. I used to be one of those ‘dumb ass jocks’ thanks. I used to be captain of the football team my entire highschool, even at Stanford. And I’d like to think I learned a few things along the way. Even jocks can be spurred on to learn.” Dean chuckled and smiled brightly, looking like he had the body of a jock but a personality of a geek or a nerd.

[itty-bitty-runaway]

Morgan winced when the man raised his hand. It was a reaction he had been worried about, but to late to do anything about it now. He forced a small through his mild panic and racing heart beat as he swatted at the teachers hand in what he hoped would look playful. "Well you probably had a brain, or something close to it. I'm pretty sure it is a fact that those losers don't even know what that is let alone even have one."

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[itty-bitty-runaway]

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[itty-bitty-runaway]

Tired of Beautiful Liars

How beautiful you are, yet you are Drowning in your Fear.

Life is often miserable in the search for happiness. He was sure he had heard those words before, spoken to him long ago by someone he trusted, but Morgan couldn’t entirely remember who had said them. It shouldn’t be important. The teen had heard many things in his short life, all words that had left him with nothing but more questions, pain, and fear. Words never did anything for him, because that was all they were. Words. The actions of his life had been almost over powering. They had swept him into a sea of doubts, doubts that only led him to where he stood now.

I Just take Care of myself and no one Else.

His feet felt numb as he walked through the empty streets of his home town. There was no sense running anymore. He should have listened to her. Maybe then Morgan would be able to find himself on another path.Maybe then he would be able to smile and laugh and enjoy the days that led him ever closer to his adulthood. A far away dream that seemed almost impossible now. There was no happy ending. The world outside those four walls that had trapped him for years was even darker and sicker then his own personal Hell. Sinful in its desires and demands. Damaging on his flesh and soul.

Why do you Need another Me?

A strong breeze pulled him forward and he did nothing to catch himself as he swayed dangerous closer to the edge he perched on. The sounds of dozens, maybe hundreds, of tired commuters rushed below him. The smell of the car exhaust slowly nuzzling daggers into his chest. The concrete of the bridge beneath his feet felt like ice beneath him as he stared down at what his fate now held for him. He stepped over the barrier, clinging to the what little courage that still remained in him. One more deep breath, and no more waiting. No more begging, or crying, or bleeding. No More.

But I feel like I’m just Talking to Myself.

[aloneandfighting-blog]

Tears burn the girl’s eyes as she slams the front door to her house shut, not sure if the tears are of anger, sadness, or a mixture of the two. Either way, she needed to go on a walk, to clear her head. She didn’t care where she went or how long she was out, she just needed to be gone for a little while. At this point, she didn’t care if anyone she knew saw her, if she really needed to be alone she could outrun them. She knew all the less-obvious places to hide, she’d used them several times.

She stuffed her hands in her pockets, the tears finally pushing past her eyes and falling down her face. Her brothers had somehow found her journals and glued the pages together again. Hundreds of poems and short stories were now most likely ruined because of them! She was really proud of most of that stuff, and she’d finally been building up the courage to give some of the poems she’d written for Morgan to him. But now, she couldn’t, because they were all ruined. Hours and hours of writing hundreds of poems and stories were gone and wasted because she had two jackasses for brothers who thought this shit was just hilarious.

Veronica was wrapped up in her thoughts and hadn’t been paying attention to where she was going, only aware enough to wait before crossing the street and to not run into anyone, but she somehow found herself in a familiar place. On the very rare occasion that she needed to get out of her house so bad that she actually left, she would come down to this bridge. The wind on her face was always a little calming, and leaning against the edge and peering over at the people and cars rushing around below had a calming affect. All those people down there had their own lives, and one of them was bound to be happy, even if she wasn’t happy at the moment, the thought that maybe other people were made Veronica feel like she’d be fine. As long as there was happiness somewhere out there…

But as Veronica steered herself to the railings, the sight of a familiar person stepping over the barrier stopped her in her tracks. No, there was no way, that couldn’t be, why would that be him? There’s no way, no, it couldn’t be. She moved closer, and the closer she got, the clearer it became that yes, it was him, and yes, this was happening. She started walking quickly to the edge, soon she was running, and as she drew even nearer she was calling his name. This couldn’t be happening, no, why was this happening?

"Morgan!" She was closer and closer, and soon she was right at the barrier, her eyes wide and brimming with tears. "Morgan, what are you doing? You don’t…You don’t want to do this!" Her voice shook with fear, a look of desperation on her face.

[itty-bitty-runaway]

His foot raised, leg extended, and then a voice. A voice that somewhere in the back of the teenagers mind he recognized. He wrinkled his brow, slowly leaning back against the railing as his mind did the best it could in its muddled state to understand what or who had said his name. It wasn't until the voice spoke again that he turned to glance over his shoulder at the blond girl with eyes full of tears. Morgan felt the faintest of smiles ghost a crossed his face before vanishing. Was he even happy to see her?

Morgan shuffled his feet around, turning his body so he could face her. With every slight movement his body swayed dangerously closer to the edge of the small over hang. Once he was facing her he stared for a moment before sighing as if he was disappointed. "Hey Roni, what you doing up?"

[itty-bitty-runaway]

[itty-bitty-runaway]

I Don't Play Dodge ball- Closed Rp

[itty-bitty-runaway]

Words caught in his throat as he stared at the man. Talking, that was thing Morgan knew how to do right? It didn’t seem so anymore. Was this guy even real? He watched as he was excused from the question so the man could get up and go rescue another student. Morgan felt a small smile reach his face as he watched the man lead the other boy to the side and produce another ice pack for his injury. Well, if this guy was for real Morgan decided that as long as he was here gym might not be so bad after all.

[deanbitchwinchester-archive]

When class ended, Dean had sat with each student at one time or another whilst they took breaks whilst focusing on the rest of the class as well, taking mental notes about everyone as he went.

He was the kind of teacher that liked to know the students under his care, not just be a mindless ‘sit down and do your work silently’ kind of moron.

"Alright, Morgan, time to take this off." Dean chuckled and snagged the ice pack from the kids leg.

[itty-bitty-runaway]

For the rest of the class Morgan found that he had trouble focusing on the words spread acrossed the pages before him. He found himself glancing up at the man that ran between groups of kids with a smile and ridiculously kind words. Finally when it came time for the bell to ring he stared where he was, trying to see if the man would return to him. When he did Morgan flashed him a smile. “That was an eventful class, you seemed busy.”

[deanbitchwinchester-archive]

"It always is the first day of a new class. Actually, all classes. I try to involve everyone, get to know them a little. If they see me less as a teacher and more a friend, they’re more inclined to learn. Philosophy and Psychology one oh one, buddy." Dean grinned brightly.

[itty-bitty-runaway]

The explanation sounded stupid to him in all honesty, but Morgan didn't know much about that type of stuff. The teen nodded slightly, his smile widening a bit. Leave it to this guy to think of something like that. "Sorry to break it to ya, but I don't those dumb ass jocks in there have ever learned a single thing in their entire lives.

[itty-bitty-runaway]

M!A Abloo Bloo

Muse can’t stop crying.

He felt the tears burn at his eyes before he felt the moisture. The boy swallowed in an attempt to push down the lump growing in his throat. When that didn’t work Morgan sighed and allowed the tears to fall.

[itty-bitty-runaway]

maxx-ridealsoknownaslucifer:

Yes. *shows him into a large chamber. They’re standing on a balcony overlooking a large deep pool of water. Across the room are several cages.* The pool contains a baby sea monster. In the cages are several rare species of giant spider. They get fed every day by me. 

Morgan leaned over the balcony, blinking at the water and the cages that sat below. At the word spiders the boy paled and took a step back from the edge and look up at the angel with fear on his face. “Like giant like giant right? Like bigger then a person giant? That can eat me?”

[ordinarilyperfect]

*laughs, ruffles Morgan’s hair.* No, real giant spiders only grow to the size of a large dog. They won’t eat you, unless you do something stupid like climb into the cage. 

[itty-bitty-runaway]

The boy visibly relaxed when the angel told him that, smiling a bit when his hair was tousled. Still a bit weary of the creatures Morgan took another step back from the ledge. “I don’t have to go down there at all right?”

[ordinarilyperfect]

No, not if you don’t want to. Now, is there anywhere in here you’d like to see? I have library and a few other interesting rooms, like an armory. *puts an arm around Morgan’s shoulders.* Don’t worry nothing is going to hurt you, not anymore. 

[itty-bitty-runaway]

Morgan smiled at the man, at his words and the way he wrapped an arm around him protectively. The warm safe feeling that had been lacking from his life for so long felt great. "Hm, maybe the library. I don't think I'll like armor."

[itty-bitty-runaway]

-head desk- Ok, so I have no muse right now so I'm just going to go sit on Alex and watch people ignore me. Maybe I'll get something done tomorrow.

[itty-bitty-runaway]

SWITCHING BLOGS

//Ok, lost some muse for Morgan so I'm gonna hope over to Alex. Anyone wanna message me on anon or not that would be great, I get lonely over there. Night guys.

[314eater]

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