#dusktask003

[toxicityinmytouch-blog]

Beneath the Earth →Self-Para

Some people would have called her crazy--and perhaps she was a bit crazy in the end. You can only trust someone so far until even then it becomes blind faith. That’s what she calls it now. Blind faith. Blind to trust a pathetic man so completely. Blind to think someone with such a twisted sense of morality, sense of self could ever help her. Shy, innocent withdrawn Pamela.

Explamiary student. That’s how he’s phrased it for her. Asking for her special touch in an experiment, Pamela had no reason to think it was anything more than just a once-in-a-lifetime chance at something. She’d been naive. Smitten, even by Professor Woodrue’s charm, wit, knowledge. He understood her passion for plants. Seemed interested. What more did she need? He was smart, she was brilliant. Somehow they clicked.

It was a whirlwind. That’s what she remembers. Chatting, flirting. Touching here and there “accidently”. A brush of hand, a strained laugh. She could if she wanted to pinpoint the exact moment it went wrong. The first time she felt the slight pinch of needle pinching past skin. Had she known what was happening, maybe she’d have done something. Fought back or left right away. Stopped the process, but the first inject wasn’t enough. No. it was becoming routine. Around the clock. She’d see the syringe, she’d try to do something, jangle whatever he’d bound around her ankle and wrist to the wall beside her. It was always so yellow in the light, but when she looked at it the first time it was most certainly chloroplast green. 

Pamela wasn’t the chosen pupil swooning over the professor. No, maybe she’d never been. But that’s what you get for trusting someone, or so she’d decided.  she’d been mistaken of course. She knew that now, lying on the cot ready to discard whatever left in her stomach. By now, she knew her mistake. All the times she’d helped him, all the time he’s praised her. Seduced her, Pamela had thought she was special. Thought he was made for her. She wasn’t.  She wasn’t special. Not yet at least

That part happened, gradually. Each injection bringing her a bit closer, even she didn’t know it.The first time she’d felt herself drawing closer--heart-stopping--Pamela was very certain this was how she’d go out. A nobody. No higher call no purpose. But it didn’t happen. Slowly she felt things slipping past. And she could even swear that her skin was taking on a slight green tinge when she looked at it in a certain light. Days flowed together. And then her heart slowed, close enough that she knew it was time. She could just melt into the dirt floor beneath her feet. that always caused a smile to form on her lips. 

The day Woodrue left, Pamela didn’t understand what had happened. She was far past gone now. She was special. just special enough. but even then she didn’t understand just what had happened. Those injections were nightmares she relieved nightly at his handy--that were the end of a chapter when it was only just the beginning of the novel--had suddenly stopped and she was free.

[thedcrk-knight]

Let Darkness Come ↠ Self-Para.

He hadn’t been here when they put them in the wall. He’d ran off. He couldn’t watch them unload his parents like furniture into a stone wall with their names etched into it. And, dates too early than ever intended. 

He was eight years old. His father? Thirty-nine years old and his mother only thirty-five. Never to gain another year, she wouldn’t have to worry about turning forty. Not that he ever recalled his mother worrying about such a thing. She was beautiful and would always be so, a goddess on Earth. His father would always say that. He could recall the very last moment he’d said it to her. Over breakfast just a few short weeks ago. They’d been bantering and he’d called her a goddess just to get out of the gutter he found himself in after sticking his foot in his mouth.

He didn’t know what that expression meant. His mother had said it. She didn’t sound, she’d smiled and patted Bruce on the head. Told him to take pointers from the head of the table. He wasn’t sure if he ever picked up any pointers. He hoped he did, then maybe his father could live through him. That is what everyone kept saying. That his parents lived through him. They would comment how he had his mother’s nose. He had his father’s eyes. 

Nobody bothered to remember he had his mother’s smile. 

Because he hadn’t smiled. Not since moments before he heard his very first gun go off. Leaving him with nothing in the world but a pain in his chest that isn’t going away and tears that have made everything taste so bitter and disgusting.

That pain slowly evolved into anger and before he knew what he was doing, his fist was ramming into the stone wall next to the tombs. Over and over again until his his knuckles and fingers were no longer white, but a striking dark red. A flex of his hand and a disgusting cracking sound confirmed one was out of place, if not broken. He didn’t feel that, though. Just the same pain that made him feel like a goddamn shell.

He didn’t realize Alfred was at his side until he felt the stinging sensation that came from the soap seeping into the small cuts along his fists. If the man had said anything up until then, Bruce didn’t hear it. His eyes had clouded and that was the only change. His eyes confirmed it was late. The last of the blood on his knuckles seemed black from the lack of light. The bats would come out soon. His parents were buried in a cave. It was either this or in the ground and he decided to take the lesser of two evils. 

As Alfred stood up and moved to the door to open it, Bruce knew that was code for ‘come along, it’s getting late’. He wasn’t one to defy an order, even a silence one. But, a few more seconds he could bare. His eyes bore into the freshly words ‘Martha’ and ‘Thomas’. 

“I’m gonna kill him,” he whispered but it echoed through the tomb. Of course Alfred heard it, but he chose not to comment. “I’m going to take that gun and I’m -- I’m gonna shoot, I’m gonna shoot him right in the face and then in the heart and the stomach and -- and --” he stopped as the words turned to sobs. 

His knees buckled but they didn’t hit the floor. He was against Alfred’s chest and the man was soothingly running a hand up and down his back. Like his father used to. The tears were falling and the blur had gotten so bad, he didn’t even get a chance to watch them walk away from the stones or the grave house that now held his parents.

[quothrae-blog]

The Point of No Return ↠ Flashback ↠ Self-Paragraph

Loosely based on: Everybody has one moment in their life that they can look back on and think ‘this is the reason for everything’. Whether it be a traumatic experience, a realization upon waking up one day, hitting rock bottom, peaking from the top. Tell us about that particular moment in your life.

Raven's head was reeling; feeling herself almost suffocating by the amount of information she had gained. What had she done? Why did she think it would be a smart idea to open the Great Door of the Temple? Her nightmares had become more frequent, they had seemed almost prophetic. It wasn’t until know that she realized that’s what they were – prophecies of her destiny. Throughout her whole life, she had been yearning answers from her father, needing to understand his side of the story. After the meeting, she could confirm that it wasn’t what her heart had desired to hear. Even though he was gone now, the sense of his power flooding in her veins was still traceable. Fingers were digging into locks of dark hair as she paced back and forth, her anxiety building up. She wanted to scream, to cry, but she couldn’t allow herself to do that.

Her breathing heaved, holding onto the wall for something to support herself with – she felt weaker than she ever had been. Or maybe it was the power coursing through her that caused the dizziness. This was what her whole life had lead up to – becoming a portal for a demon? He would have to coerce her to join him, if that was the case. She didn’t want to be a pawn in his plans, used to conquer planets and dimensions. There must be more to life than this, she hoped. Thinking of his next destination. Earth. It was going to be Earth. Raven only knew about the planet from the literature she was offered from her teachers, which wasn’t much. However, a particular thing had come to her attention when reading. It was a peaceful planet, refraining from galactic wars. During her reading, she had also noted that they were weak. They wouldn’t stand a chance against Trigon, unlike her.

Looking down at her hands, she spotted the red marks she had received after her confrontation with Trigon. Maybe the humans wouldn’t be able to stop Trigon, but with her help – they might would stand a chance. Raven couldn’t do it on her own. As much strength as she had, it was Trigon who was in possession of the energy flowing in her body. He could take over her whole being if she lost control, meaning that her inner demon would come up to the surface.

Glancing around inside the temple, looking up at the statue of Azar – Raven knew of what she must do. There wasn’t any other way. Closing her eyes, she reached out into thin air, murmuring to herself. “Azarath, Metrion, Zinthos.” When opening her eyes, Raven spotted a dark portal opening before her. As much as she loved her home, she knew she couldn’t stay. If she were to save Azarath and the planet Earth, it would be time to say her goodbyes. Taking a deep breath, she took a leap of faith – entering the portal. Fleeing from the only place she had ever known as home.

[leftfordusk-rpg-blog]

Task 003: Turning Points !!

Everybody has one moment in their life that they can look back on and think ‘this is the reason for everything’. Whether it be a traumatic experience, a realization upon waking up one day, hitting rock bottom, peaking from the top. Tell us about that particular moment in your life.

Please take note that every task, unless otherwise stated, is optional. They’re here for character development reasons and to help you get a little more closer to your character.

However, if you complete it, your FACTION will be rewarded.

Tag this task: dusktask003!

DIRECTIONS: This is a self-para task! You’re expected to write one self-para on an important moment in your character’s life. There’s no wrong moment to choose. It can be something from the comics, the movies, the tv shows, or it can be completely made up -- a personalized headcanon of your own. Be creative with it. There’s no certain length this needs to be, just be sure to say everything you need to about said event.