Apr 3, 2014
"Who did this to you?"
Jim pulled a tissue from his pocket to dab the blood that dripped down from his nose. “Nobody.” he grumbled, “I’m fine.”
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"Who did this to you?"
Jim pulled a tissue from his pocket to dab the blood that dripped down from his nose. “Nobody.” he grumbled, “I’m fine.”
ask-nathan-wallace replied to your post “ask-nathan-wallace replied to your post:OOC: MY LIFE HAS BEEN MADE I...”
(I found it, don't worry! I'll respond tomorrow when I'm not half unconscious. X'D )
Alright, sorry I didn't mean to seem like I was pestering you. Right after I sent that message I noticed you replied to the ooc post. so sorry about that. but yes! can't wait to start tomorrow with you :)
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((Hello!! :D I tagged you in a starter btw, on my side blog CatherineLanda I can link it to you. I'm anxious to rp with you!))
Final Hour || @Ask-Nathan-Wallace
It was late at night, almost too much so to be out still. Catherine Elliott Abrecan was out running, trying to get to her flat down across town. She had no idea how she could get to it before he would come, it was inevitable that he would tonight. Catherine heard the stories, she saw the pictures, there was no escape, there was no extra moment, no mercy. She would be sent to the knife, and promptly, and there would be no amount of glow to dull the pain of it.
Catherine heard the chimes and footsteps, she was being followed and she knew it, she picked up her pace, walking faster, trying to get home just trying to get away. She didn't want to die, not like this. Catherine didn't have to see or even hear anything. Just the pure idea of it all was enough to spur the fear in her. She stopped short of a wall, pressing her hands there to catch her breath. Her synthetic heart protested every pump as it worked, it fought to pump harshly as Catherine pushed herself. This heart was going to be the cause of her death. She could hear it in her ears, pounding hard. Catherine didn't want this to be the end and she just couldn't allow it.