#141 rp

[tazofthe141-blog]

Panic Switch

The darkness was alive. It threatened to consume him if he didn't get away fast enough. But that was just it--he couldn't get away. A feeling like quicksand pulled him back under repeatedly. Each time he began to feel as if he would break through the web that confined him, he was shot back into the darkness. Something grabbed at him with clammy hands, wrapping him in a chokehold. He struggled in its grip and tried to yell for help. If he could only get one word out, someone would come for him. Just as he was about to scream, that thing came out of the darkness. It circled him like a predator, its gnarled hands reaching out for him. He blinked, and there were suddenly more. Dozens became hundreds, multiplying until they were breathing right down his neck, trapping him in an icy coffin of terror. Their ragged, shuddering breath chilled him to the very soul. He knew what they were. He had tried to keep them locked away in the furthest recesses of his mind for so long, but they had found a way out. Unlike him...

Aaron's demons brutally murdered his loved ones right before his eyes, slowly. Again and again, his deepest fears played out before him, each person ripped apart along with his heart. As each death played out, he felt their pain, but he could not move. His body was paralyzed, whether in fear, rage, or agony, he could not tell. Maybe it was all three. All he knew for certain was that help wasn't coming. This was it for him. His own personal hell was here, and he would never escape it, no matter what he tried. He could lie to himself, he could try to crawl out of the hole, but something would always drag him back under. The only thing he could do was cry out in agony because there was no end to the suffering. Suddenly, he found his voice...

A chilling, drawn-out scream sounded in the barracks. It fell on deaf ears, for everyone else was in slumber. All, except for one...

[kurtzofthe141-mia]

[As some of you may have noticed, I have added some of you guys on my account once again. I was getting really tired of not being able to follow up with your posts because they were usually washed away by the flood of images I have in my regular tumblr account. So, I did what I should have done since the beggining: I created a separate account for Kurtz. Maybe this will make my life a bit easier and I won't get lost with all the flooding.

Additionally, I feel that I really need to practice my writing a lot more. For now, it's a bit complicated because I have a ton of pending issues to solve, mostly related to work and post-grad. I won't be done with my post-grad until April, so I WILL be quite slow on... well, whatever things related to internet stuff.

Anyway, I plan on forcing my brain to think a bit more and practice more writing and hunt a few prompts to write - which includes the once I posted previously, but all of my posts will be in the new account. Feel free to add me - or not - if you feel like it!

Also, if I left someone without replies, please let me know, I may have left a few posts get away and I'm completely unaware of them. I'm always free to RP, even though I may be a little slow on responses.

Cheers!]

[hissingthroughmyteeth-blog]

OPEN

Text: You're nowhere near authorized to have that file.

Text: I'm on my way to get it now.

Text: You have five minutes to explain why you have it before I come to hit you over the head with it.

[kurtzofthe141-mia]

[Oh, my gods, this is brilliant. Why didn't I think of Jake Abel when creating a new character?? Seriously, someone please create a character for Jake Abel!!]

[kurtzofthe141-mia]

Echoes - part 8

tazofthe141:

Taz chewed on the inside of his lip as he watched Kurtz’s gaze travel over the plaster which held his body together. “This won’t be forever, though. Just take it one day at a time and you’ll be back in flight before you know it.”

He had seen the lieutenant racing around the base and in the woods in the past. Kurtz was right, it was more like flying, the way he moved. Taz had admired him for it, but he had never talked to him about it. He made a silent promise to ask Kurtz to train him in the future. Moving like that had to come in handy on missions.

Taz met Kurtz’s gaze for a moment before he shook his head and glared out the window. “No. I can’t begin to imagine who it would be. But I can’t shake the feeling that it…that it was someone on the base. Someoneright there with us. And I don’t want to believe it of any of our friends, but…the evidence is there. There’s no way in hell anyone else could have tipped the Russians off otherwise.”

He sighed deeply in an attempt to calm his growing anger. His clenched fists were shaking slightly on the armrests of the chair. “We’ll get them, though. Whoever it is. I promise, they’re not gonna get to go free after what they did to you. It’s their fault you’re in this room.”

“This won’t be forever, though. Just take it one day at a time and you’ll be back in flight before you know it.”

Elliot smiled at him with his eyes (if that was even possible. He had been told for several times that sometimes his smile showed in his eyes rather than his lips). He waited until Taz settled down before he spoke again.

"That’s not my only concern. I do know we’re short of men for recon missions. and now… we have another one out, I guess."

He sighed. What Taz said about the traitor being among them had got into his mind. He was new around there, there was no way he would know who that would be. Ironically, the fact that he was new in the band would make him a suspect as well…

"Well, at least I guess I can at least stick around in the base and help with terrain data. I had a short run before, but it was a good one. Although…" he attempted to set himself in sitting position, which wasn’t exactly an easy task with his leg hanging on a thread connected to the ceiling like a dead chicken. The lad groaned with the effort, adjusting his pillows to support his bandaged torso. "…I honestly don’t think their intel is very good. I understand why they would target you, you’re one of the big cheeses around here. Wolf too. Archer, Widow, Toad, Cowboy. You name it. Me? I just got here."

He closed his eyes for a couple of moments, still slightly feverish, most of the parts of his body still pulsing with pain that was subduing the anesthesia effect. He opened his eyes again, looking directly at Taz’s eyes.

"Taz, I think it’s you they were trying to get. You and someone else that wasn’t supposed to be me. Who was I replacing?"

[artemisoftheshadow]

[Artemis is new on the 141 base and would love to interact with you all. Like for a starter.]

[tazofthe141-blog]

Taz grabbed his car keys and shut his room door behind him. He spun the key ring around his index finger, creating a light jingling sound as he strode down the hall.

"Yo! Anyone have requests for groceries? If you do, tell me now! I'm leaving! If anyone's coming with, let's get going!"

He knocked once or twice, sharply, on each 141 member's door as he sauntered past. Annoying or waking anyone wasn't really a concern for him at the moment; he had to get groceries before they all starved to death in the barracks.

[ravenofthe141-archive]

The sound of a violin echoed down the barracks hall, filling them with music. Matt hadn't bothered with closing the door to his and Viper's room all the way, so the music was much more noticeable than when he normally practiced. He didn't mind if people watched him practice, it was just habit to do it when he was alone.

He swayed slightly as he pulled the bow back and forth over the strings and his fingers moved over the neck of the violin. The movements were a kind of comfort to him. During his parents divorced, he'd spent much of his time playing to distract himself.

He had his back to the door and didn't even notice when someone pushed it open and stood in the doorway.