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Oh what the Hell... I get distracted by other RPs for a few months and suddenly there is no more Kingston?!
My infinite sadness!

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Oh what the Hell... I get distracted by other RPs for a few months and suddenly there is no more Kingston?!
My infinite sadness!
Where am I?
Luke, you need to calm the fuck down. -grabs his shoulders and stares at him- I know we aren’t friends, but now I’m looking out for you. You have no weapons, you’re stressed and you look pretty banged up. Come inside the room. We’ll find you a partner and you two can go out and look together. I know you want to find them, I want to find Micah… -bites her lips, holding back her tears- But you need to stay safe for them.
-ignores the fact that he's bleeding, and hurt all over and keeps shaking his head refusing to listen to her- I can't! Missy! You don't understand! It's my brother! My best friend! and the love of my life! I don't care about anything else except finding them. I need to find them, or something bad will happen! Tannor will tell some asshole to fuck off, and he'll shoot her. Trina will get dragged off by psycho who will torture her. Elliott will probably end up in the wrong place, and either die because he tripped over his own shoelace, or because some jerkoff wants to beat the shit of him. They need me! -feels like he's completely breaking, and falling apart- I can't waste any time. Come with me! We'll find who you're looking for too. -grabs her hand, pleading, and recklessly starts tugging her away-
If you keep screaming they are going to get you and then you’ll never find them. Come in here, me and Hannah set up shop in here. -tilts her head towards the door behind her-
-blinks, and stares at her blankly; looking completely lost- W-What? No. No. -shakes his head rapidly- I can't. I need to--- -inhales a shaky breath trying to gain control over himself again- I need to find them, Missy. You, go in there. -almost wants to make a zombie apocalypse joke, but can't find it in himself to do it- I don't care if any one of those bastards find me. I'm not going to leave Elliott, Tannor or Trina out here by themselves.
Where are they?! -frantically scrambling around the hallways searching- TANNOR! -screams desperately trying to - TRINA! -helplessly starts trying to pull open doors to search rooms- ELLIOT!
There's a room where the light won't find you | [-el-Han-]SOLO
When the sound of an explosion echoed through Kingston, shaking its foundation down to its very marrow; Luke had been laying on his bed. His brows had been knotted, his mind full of unpleasant thoughts, as he toyed with a two rings in his left hand, and a silver charm bracelet in his right hand. They were gifts. Valentines Day gifts. One was something he received and two were for him to give away. It was stupid, and he knew that, and he had just decided to tuck gifts away at the bottom of his underwear drawer when it happened.
Why would you? That holiday is stupid.
Sounding like a regular cynic. So not cupcakes, and no chocolates for you?
Dear Luke,
I know. I know. Valentine's Day is such a horrible and mainstream holiday that is so commercial blah blah blah...
But I'm a sentimental, prissy, girly girl so I obviously got you something.
I know we've had a long and rough year to say the least. We've have a shit load of downs, but never to far from the downs were the ups and even if they didn't last too long, they were something. There was, is, and never will be someone who I would enjoy those dangerous downs and those blissful ups with, regardless of what you want to feel or think or believe.
Sometimes I think back about the situations we were in and the choices we made. Sometimes I just want to stop myself and tell her what she should have done instead. I want to tell her to stop trying so hard and to stop worrying so much about keeping you around. She never understood that you aren't something that can be captured and caged up like a bird. You're...majestic. You need to be free. You need to roar. You need your space so you can see what you need. I understand that now. And I'm sorry for not understanding it before.
I'm probably rambling now, saying unless and pointless things. I should just get to the heart of the matter. (Haha. Get it? Heart of the matter...Valentine's Day? Ha.)
I love you Luke Petrelli. I love you more than words could even begin to explain.
A while back, I bought you a ring...when we were going to get engaged. It sat on my dresser for the longest time. It was meant for you. I'd never be able to give it to anyone else, because it belongs to you. You're my Jedi. Always and forever.
Happy Valentine's Day.
Love,
Katrina.
Oh.
Ew you’re gross.
And just for that I'm not going to give you anything for that stupid day.
That sappy couples holiday is coming up again.