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helena-the-original replied to your post:✈, ϟ and ♤. Please.

OOC: HAHAHAHAHAHA I LOVE ALL OF THESE OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!! I kinda want to do threads based off of them now.

dude feel free to reply to any of them and we'll based our threads on them!!!! <3

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✈, ϟ and ♤. Please.

Send me a Symbol

✈:Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens. (Au’s because Helena you alive how how)

"Oy! you shut your bloody mouth or i’ll stab you with this plastic butter knife,” Sarah threatens in between her teeth, her eyes dark with actual daggers in their irises. Of all odds she had had to meet with this meathead again; internally thinking there is no way they could be blood related…”     what if… Will a jell-o make you sit straight for the rest of the flight?” bloody Christ she felt like talking to Kira, even worse, a retarded annoying neanderthal child.

ϟ:There’s a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?

It wasn’t already bad she got lost in the woods and had to hide in a cabin, but that she was lost in the woods; in a cabin, with Helena. Beth had her handcuffed against the iron bar of the bed, the fish dagger in her hands as she leaned her back against the wooden wall behind her; staying in the shadows, looking at Helena squirmed whenever she hears the thunder.”     i’m tempted to leave you here, fucking psycho bitch.”

♤:Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?

"Tell you what," Sarah said with a brighten of smile that surely hidden vicious intentions."You count till you get to 50 and i’ll go hide," this idiot would probably, most definitely, believe her and do so. And when she started counting, Sarah rob Helena’s bag and took off. Manning’s style.

[dirtylittlecopycop]

Give me a character and I will answer with a sample of how I would RP them? Helena.

Give me a character and I will answer with a sample of how I would RP them?

               Dirty little copies. That’s all they were. Satanic beings that needed to be dealt with. Needed to be and who better for the job than Helena, herself. She’d already gotten rid of the Italian, the Australian, the French and the German Copy. The detective had killed it’s-self.

"Five down. Four to go."

It was like a game, checking off pieces from a chess board. 

"Connection. Sarah, is Seestra. Can’t kill Seestra But, have to. Connection or not. She has to go." 

               Helena had been sitting on her dirty cot, in the ship that Tomas and her lived in, her shirt had been removed and she had her box cutter in hand, with an arched back, she reached backward and slowly began to cut into her skin, fixing the wings that had adorned her back.

"Seestra can’t kill me. I am the Original. I am the light."

               A slow, stream of blood began to pull down her back and glide down the cuts along her back, dripping downward, onto her trousers, staining them. Sarah had shot her, but did not kill her. She could not die. Could not, because she was an angel. 

The light; Gods gift. Her work was not yet done. She would die, only when it was finished but till then. She would remain. They could wound her, but not stop her

"The demons, within Seestra and others, will be purged. Will die and go back to belong." 

Her English was broken being raised in the Ukraine, was a result of that.

"Soon Seestra. Soon." 

Helena rose her head, her gaze on the ceiling above her. 

"Soon. God will forgive. For all those times I failed. Forgive. Will be forgivin." 

               She had stopped her curving her wings, into her back now and placed the box cutter onto the empty space on the cor beside her and pulled on her shirt, that had been resting on her leg and slowly and carefully, got to her feet. Her lithe form, swaying as she did. Plucking up her coat to slip it on, over petite, shoulders, she zipped and buttoned it up and pulled the hood, over her head and quickly, made her way across the room and out  the door. 

               The bright lights of the mornings sun, hurting her eyes, she shifted her head down and made her way across the street.

"Seestra. Seestra. Coming to get you.", voice soft, barely audible, her hands tucked into her pockets, a skip in her step, she carried onward, an eerie, yet gleefull smile pressed along her lips.

[dirtylittlecopycop]

I think I was born backwards. | Sarah & Helena | Kid!AU

"Sometimes I think I was born backwards... you know, come out of my mum the wrong way. I hear words go past me backwards. The people I should love, I hate, and the people I hate.." —Effy Stonem

                             She, a young kid, about the age of 6, was the more docile of her and her twin; Helena, whom she looked up to and Tomas favored, but she didn't care. They were the originals. The light. God's gift, as the Priest and Maggie had often said. The one's who were going to grow up, to rid the world of those abominations and being a child, being raised since birth, to believe such things. She has no other option to believe and accept it.

Here they are, in the little hovel they share with Tomas and Maggie. It's dark and damp, not fit for human life, but they weren't human, they were Angels. God's gift to this tainted world and they would meet with him, their father after the got rid of the others, but they were to young to go off and start killing people now, they would have to wait till they were older. It had been a rather long day, of Scripture reading and other such things, that now they were able to rest and eat. Quietly, the youngest of the two, shoveled her foo into her mouth.

"Wobba, gob. Opp, oop." Which meant, wanna go outside? Was she asking it? Yes, possibly. Was she telling her? Them? Most definitely.

[dirtylittlecopycop]

Happy Birthday, Sarah!

     "Ya', happy birthday, meat head. Hope you don't expect me ta'get'ya a gift."

[parumangeli-blog]

Hello Angel.

             "Hello, Helena."

[reverendxcoates]

OOC: can't reblog your reply for some reason there's no reblog button. "It was very good, thank you." Helena smiled at the priest. "I like your church very much. It is very pretty." She glanced around, before looking back at the priest. Maybe it would be alright if she asked if he knew Tomas. It would not be giving anything away. "Do you know my friend Tomas? He is a priest like you."

{OutOfSermons}

That’s really weird…I’ll see what I can do.

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"Thank you, I clean it up every day, you know, try to keep things in order…even though very few people come." Paul bit his lip, "Tomas? Oh, yes, met him a few days ago, actually.  He told me about you, too."