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[boffin1710]

[reesesparas]

Character: Katerina “Karma” DiMera FC: Candice Accola RP: initiatesrp Description: To complete the first stage of initiation, Karma has to go through the physical training.

“Karma, you’re up.”

Hitching in a breath, the blonde knew that it was time to prove that she belonged in Dauntless; that she deserved a spot above the cut line. Choosing the new faction had been a life-changing decision for her, and she was starting to realize why her family had stayed in Amity. Amity was simple, familiar even. She knew what to do, what was expected of her, and what influence her family held.

Dauntless was different. It was loud, it was tough, and on her third day, she had been shot. Needless to say, it was a shocking wake-up call to the blonde. However, she seemed to have been improving since her first day. She distinctly remembered throwing a knife for the first time and completely missing; now, she’s managed to secure almost a dead-on hit 85 percent of the time. However, she knew that she was being judged, and her rank and security in Dauntless on the line. The pressure was intense, to say the least, and with the rest of the initiates eyes on her, as well as the trainers and leaders, she needed to make a good impression. And this was her only shot. Stepping towards the door, the blonde took a deep breath. She had told herself that she needed to complete the course in fifteen minutes or less. She was still below the line, and although she’d moved up a good ten rankings, she was still in danger of being cut — something that was on her list of eight biggest fears. ”Karma, once you step through those doors, your time will begin. There are absolutely no do-overs. Good luck.“ The blonde rolled her eyes at the disembodied voice, stepping through the open doors. She whipped around when she heard the whoosh of the door shutting behind her, quickly shooting back forward to see a bullet whiz past her head. “HOLY SHIT.” She shouted, darting to the side. Apparently, while she was shooting, she’d have to be dodging bullets at the same time. Reaching for one of the guns, Karma waited until the bullets had ceased, before popping up and aiming at one of the six targets within the room. She fired quickly, beaming when the bullet actually hit the target. “Yes.“ She whispered, a bright smile gracing her features. However, the expression didn’t last long, as the sounds of gunshots once again and she felt a blinding pain in her bicep. Glancing down, Karma groaned. “Fucking fantastic.” She muttered, shooting up the rest of the targets as quickly as she could. 2:13. Fuck. Karma sighed, tearing a piece of her shirt off and tying it around the fresh bullet wound. She sprinted through the door, skidding back and to the side when she noticed that there was only a small platform for her to stand on, and three platforms across the room that held each of the targets. But as she reached for the set of knives, she felt a cold, sharp pain across the side of her face. Reaching up, she ignored the pain in her forearm, groaning when she felt blood on her fingertips. “Really?!“She shouted, rolling her eyes. ”Are you trying to land everyone in the infirmary?” She grunted, regaining her balance and chucking the first knife. She secretly prayed that they all stuck, as the crashing waves below the platforms was enough to scare her stiff. Drowning. One of Karma’s seven fears. She idly wondered if the leaders based the course off of each initiate’s personal fears list. Once the knife hit the target and stuck, she exhaled the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. Sure, it wasn’t a bulls-eye like she had hoped, but it was close enough, and turned to face the next target. She threw the second knife and cursed under her breath, watching as it bounced off the edge of the target, sinking into the water. The blonde froze. The waves crashed below her relentlessly, and she backed up against the wall. She knew that she’d have to go retrieve the weapon, but she couldn’t seem to move. Glancing up at the red numbers on the mirrored wall, she sucked in a deep breath. 5:47. She knew she had to ace the obstacle course if she wanted to move up in the rankings, so she took in a deep breath of air and jumped off the platform, into the chilly water. It was dark under the water, and she could feel her heavy jacket weighing her down. Shrugging out of the leather item, she headed towards the bottom, fishing around for the weapon. It wasn’t until she felt a slice in her hand that she knew she had found it. Ignoring the stinging pain in her hand, she kicked her way up to the top, climbing back onto the platform. 6:23. Fuck, thought the blonde. She had wasted almost a full minute looking for the knife and immediately threw it again, beaming when it stuck to the target, in the upper corner. At least it stuck. Gripping the final knife, she glanced at the target, ducking to avoid another knife coming towards her. She threw once more, sighing when it stuck to the bottom center of the target. Immediately, a platform seemed to rise out of the water, and the blonde sprinted across and towards the open door. 7:07. Karma groaned when she realized which room she had entered. Archery. She hadn’t been working much with the bow, as she hadn’t thought that it was an effective means for fighting. However, she should have known that if they were being taught, they’d have to be tested. Hastily picking up the bow, she sees an arrow come flying towards her and immediately swerves out of the way, watches as it sticks into the wall. Noting that she had six arrows and three targets, the blonde twirls around and grabs the arrow that missed her, adding it to her arsenal. Just as she does, another grazes her thigh, cutting into the lightweight fabric of her leggings. “Are you fucking kidding me? We’d better get new outfits for this shit.“ She shouted, grabbing the other arrow and preparing herself for the targets. Pinching the arrow back, Karma aims for the first target, tilting her body weight onto her right leg to avoid another whizzing arrow. The pain in her thigh from her previous bullet wound momentarily causing her to lose her balance. And as she fell, she felt another arrow hit her, lodging itself in her foot. “Son of a bitch!” She cried out, yanking the piece of wood out. “Well, at least now I have nine instead of six…” She muttered, trying to find the silver lining in the shitty situation she had been placed in. Oh how she wished she had chosen to remain in Amity… Finally regaining her balance, Karma pulled the bow taut, pinching the first arrow between her finger. She released the wire, watching the arrow sail through the air before sticking the bottom rung of the target. Better than nothing… she thought, setting herself up to hit the next target. Thankfully, the targets were stationary, and slightly larger, despite their being farther away. Rubbing her fingers in the dirt to counteract the sweatiness of her hands, Karma aimed again, this time missing the second target. And the third. And the fourth. The blonde was thanking herself for grabbing the extra arrows that had tried to harm her, as she was running out of ammunition to hit the targets with. However, she had found the perfect angle to hit the middle target, and releasing the bow, watched as the fifth arrow struck just above the center of the bulls-eye. Suppressing her excitement to keep her concentration intact, Karma once again loaded herself, pinching the arrow with her thumb and index finger, pulling the wire back until it was taut at a 45 degree angle. She let the arrow go, watching it stick to the top corner of the target. Better than nothing, apparently, as the door opened behind them. Scrambling to her feet and avoiding the arrows still shooting out at her, the blonde rushed to the fourth room, stopping and pressing herself against the wall at the sight before her. 9:19. One large box sat in the middle of the room, three dummies visible through the makeshift “windows.” The flames that erupted from the entirety of the box made the room feel twice as hot, and the layer of sweat coating the blonde’s body wasn’t helping. Fire. Karma’s second biggest fear. ”You must rescue the three dummies in the fire. The longer you wait, the larger the flames will become. The dummies are coated in flame-resistant material, but can only last so long. Failure to retrieve the dummies before they become engulfed in flames will result in termination of the test.“ The disembodied voice instructed, and Karma turned to face the mirrored wall. ”Fuck you!” She shouted angrily, still pressed up against the wall. Of all things, it had to be fire. She knew she was wasting time, and that if she failed, she would undoubtedly be kicked out of Dauntless. 11:54. ”Pull yourself together, Katerina.” The blonde whispered to herself, her birth name sounding foreign against her lips. “You can do this. Prove yourself. Prove to not only yourself, but your family and everyone in Dauntless that you belong.” The blonde finally sprinted forward, ducking into the building through the tiny opening at the bottom. Through the burning flames, she spotted the first of three dummies and reached out, hissing when one of the flames licked at her forearm. “Great. I’m going to look like a train wreck after this..” She muttered, yanking on the dummy’s leg and  dragging it towards her. Luckily, the second wasn’t far off, and only having to stretch a bit, grabbed hold of it’s arm, pulling it towards the first. She proceeded to remove her shirt, tearing it up the seams to create one large piece of fabric, and tied the two dummies together, dragging them out through the larger opening on the side. Dropping them off in front of the mirrored wall, Karma gave the finger to the mirror, knowing that the leaders were watching her intently before ducking back into the building. However, the flames had seemed to grow, not only in size, but in brightness and temperature. Unfortunately, the third dummy was not as easily spotted in the heavy fire as the first two. Dodging the harsh flames, she delved further into the cage, finally spotting the third dummy. It held a couple burn marks, from where the fire had begun to eat away at the material. Rushing over, she grunted, the dummy heavier than the two combined. Untying the bright red ribbon from her blonde hair, Karma tied the thick fabric around the neck of the dummy, hooking it through her belt loop. She found it easier to support some of the weight on her good arm, dragging the rest with support from her belt. And after what felt like minutes, she finally emerged from the cage, the dummy burnt, but not flaming. Untying the ribbon from the dummy’s neck, she looped it through her belt, not wanting to lose yet another piece of clothing. The familiar sound of the door opening was like Karma’s saving grace, and ducked through the door to the next room. 13:37. Stepping into the final room, Karma gave herself a moment to check out her surroundings. A rock climbing wall, a balance beam over a bed of hot coals, a series of ropes, and one single rope, suspended over a bed of spikes, all leading to the last platform which was a bright red circle on the ground. Naturally, the walls were dotted with open holes; no doubt heavy fire would be an aspect in her agility. However, this is where Karma knew that she could make up for lost time. Being from Amity, she had been trained in gymnastics from a young age, as a way to get out some pent up energy in the children. Rushing towards the wall, Karma ducked, the now-familiar sound emerging before the firing of bullets a clear indicator of what to come. Waiting out the bullets, the blonde jumped up, grabbing onto the rocks as high as she could. Being 5’ 8”, she was taller than most of the other girls, giving her an advantage. She didn’t have as much to climb, and with her legs being rather long, she could swing over before actually reaching the top. She moved quickly, and groaned when the all-too familiar sound of the bullets ringing through her ears. She couldn’t risk dropping off the wall, not halfway up. Hooking her foot into one of the small crannies, pressing herself as close to the wall as she could. One of the bullets grazed her back, and Karma fought the urge to arch backwards, knowing that if she did, a bullet would surely find its way into her head. Ignoring the burning in her upper back, she continued on, using mainly her upper arm strength to scale the wall, trying to keep her legs as high as she could. She finally reached a point to which she could swing her legs over, and did just that, hopping off the top of the wall. She landed steadily on the balls of her feet, wincing at the various injuries that she had obtained during her test. However, she could see the door ending the test now, and knew that she could push her body to its breaking point. She needed to finish the test, there was no way around it. Stopping for a moment, Karma felt a fairly familiar rumble in her stomach. Oh no… A violent round of nausea hit her, causing her to heave, but not throw up, as there was nothing in her stomach to throw up. The blonde caught her breath, glancing at the rest of the course. It seemed easier, especially with her gymnastic background. Leaping easily up onto the beam, Karma began to quickly skip across the beam, slipping into a split, her head resting on her thigh as another round of bullets fired across the room. Luckily, she had managed to get low enough to avoid the bullets, that seemed to be above her head, even at the lowest point. Once the silence captured the room again, Karma raised herself up, crossing the rest of the beam and grabbing onto the first rope. Naturally, there was a dull, burning fire underneath the ropes. Not enough to cause severe injuries, but enough to slow one down and rake up time. Luckily, Karma had been working on her upper body strength, and swung across easily, landing gracefully on her feet. She knew that her natural flexibility would prove impressive to the leaders, and arched her back, ignoring the searing pain from the bullet that grazed her, her hands hitting the floor and leaving her in a back bend as a final round of bullets rang through the room. Final obstacle. Karma assessed the rope, leaning forward and grabbing onto it. She pulled it towards her, stepping backwards as far as she could. She jumped up, wrapping her legs around the rope as she swung over the spikes, landing on the platform, stomach down. A loud buzzer sounded and the blonde glanced up at the bright red numbers on the wall. 15:51. Tears pooled in Karma’s eyes, a range of emotions flooding over her. She was in pain; the injuries she had acquired in the past sixteen minutes was enough to kill a person who hadn’t been trained extensively to withstand them. She was upset; sixteen minutes was not the time the blonde had hoped for. Her personal goal had been under ten minutes, but the hold-up in the weight-lifting room had been one of her major downfalls. She was proud; she had actually finished the test. Sure, she was battered, bloody, and bruised, but she had finished. She had proven that she was tough, that she wasn’t one to just give up. Pushing up on her palms, Karma unsteadily scrambled to her feet, brushing the dust off her leggings. She took a moment to assess each injury she had gotten during the duration of the test. A fresh bullet wound to her left bicep, check. The wound looked more severe now that she had shedded her jacket and shirt. A three-inch gash on her left cheek, check. Damn the knife that she had failed to dodge in time. Two smaller stab wounds, one in her lower left thigh, and one in the top of her right foot, from the arrows, no doubt. First-degree burns on both arms, as well as her stomach, check. And of course, the brush-burn across her back from the heat o the bullet casing that grazed her back on the rock wall. It was inevitable that she would be spending at least a week in the infirmary. “Congratulations, Karma. Your official time was 15 minutes and 51 seconds. Outside the door, a nurse is waiting to escort you to the infirmary, where your injuries and burns will be properly treated.” The disembodied voice instructed, the final door sliding open.

[stileserudite]

cold front | open

Stiles rushed down the stairs quickly, skipping the bottom few as he jumped the rest of the way and looked around for the closest person, eager to show them what he could do. "Yo!" He grinned in delight when he saw someone sitting in the lounge by themselves with a hot cup of tea in their hands. He smirked and walked over to them and in their way so he had their attention, "Look what I can do..."

[treesuhlovesherparas-blog]

Character: Dulce Monroe FC: Kylie Jenner RP: thefostersrp Status: closed Description: Dulce and Gianni’s wedding day! <3

November 8th, 2019.

Dulce sucked in a breath as her mother slid the zipper up the back of her dress. She couldn’t believe what was finally happening. Three times that day she had pinched herself just to make sure she wasn’t in some fucked-up weed induced dream, and would eventually wake up in her room at 17. Her fingers trailed down the white satin material, finally gaining the nerve to look up at her reflection in the wall-length mirror.

She was standing in her room in Nora’s house. But she wasn’t seventeen. No, she was 23 years old, about to marry the boy who had somehow managed to capture her heart. Nora had managed to keep the Fosters house up, but it didn’t house nearly as many kids as it had when she lived there. The brunette had contacted the woman she saw as a mother figure for eight years and explained what had been going on with her, and knew that having her wedding in the backyard of the home she met Gianni in would make their day more special than it already was.

The brunette snapped out of her thoughts at the tiny pitter-patter of feet skidding to a stop beside her. She smiled down at the tiny three-year-old and beamed. Kylie Rylance. Their daughter. She was absolutely perfect. She managed to be the perfect blend of her two parents, and while Dulce never imagined having children, she couldn’t see her life without her. “Hello peanut.” She cooed, placing a kiss to the small girl’s cheek. “You ready to be mommy and daddy’s flower girl today?”

As the music began, Dulce watched as the line of bridesmaids made their way down the aisle. Myla. Kylie. Rylance. Two girls Dulce had become close friends with during her time in culinary school. And finally her daughter,who she had to admit looked cute as a button in her flower girl dress, happily tossing flower petals down the aisle, casually throwing some at the people sitting in the white chairs lining either side of the aisle. As the strings shifted into the song Dulce knew she would be walking to, she looped her arm through her stepfather’s, receiving a light squeeze of her hand from the man.

However, Dulce couldn’t seem to focus on that. As the doors to the backyard opened, the brunette’s eyes immediately found the tuxedo-clad man standing at the alter and her breath hitched in her throat. He looked just as handsome as he had the day she had met him at eleven years old. It wasn’t until her stepfather had tugged her arm lightly that she realized she hadn’t even begun walking.

Slowly making her way down the aisle, Dulce smiled at the various faces that had shown up to their wedding. Friends they had made since living in New York. Old fosters who they had managed to track down. And Nora, who was sitting in the front row beside her mother. The brunette smiled at her before stopping at the front of the alter. Again, her gaze went straight to Gianni, a genuine smile appearing on her face.

It was finally happening…..

“By the power vested in me by God and the state of Washington, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

[the-tamer]

❀ } not forgotten -- open

it seemed like it had been ages since the tamer had visited her beloved paradise within the sixth sector and she wondered how it had fared during her small disappearance. what was unusual was that shiemi couldn't recall what had happened during the two months of her dispersal-- every time she made an attempt to recall the happenings, all she would remember was what happened beforehand. either way, the garden was of upmost importance to her and, after settling only somewhat into her new apartment with her teacher, decided it was high-time to visit the nursery. 

jade eyes caught a glimpse of green in her peripheral vision, causing a soft laugh to slip from her lips. her cherished greenman was dangling from a small gathering of her hair before climbing upon the crown of her skull with a cheerful "nii." shiemi laughed again as the two grew closer to the small gates of the garden, eyes fixating on the almost brown blossoms within.

once she pushed past the rusted wire-frame door, shiemi's eyebrows furrowed at the sight she saw; her once vivid flowers were now overcome with an earthy pigment, nothing worth fawning over. she laughed softly before rubbing the back of her neck.

"Alrighty nii-chan, i think we have some work to do!" 

thankfully, it appeared that some of the inhabitants had taken it upon themselves to care for some of the garden. while passing by, the exorcist in training caught a glint of blue out of the corner of her eye, causing her lips to curl into a grin; at least her most important flower survived. 

[pushpopstiles]

sugar we're going down

Considering the complete overhaul Beacon Hill's had thanks to a few (few meaning a shit tonne) of their residents, school was the very last thing on Stiles' mind, and graduation was but a tiny miniscule blip on his radar of 'shit to deal with'. Besides if they hadn't done anything about the supernatural infestation then he was sure there wouldn't even be anyone to graduate with in the first place. As it was, vampire's, werewolves, witches, and hybrids alike began to clear out the minute the curse on the town fell. The only shadows that followed them at night now were their own, and though Stiles had to admit he missed the excitement and constant danger, he was glad to be rid of it.

After all it gave him more time to focus on school, making sure his dad was looking after himself, and of course, Caroline. They had their arguments like any other couple really, then again, they were always arguing. The important part was that they always made up. Always. Something Stiles loved actually to be quite honest. And now they were graduating together. Neither of them really struggled in their classes, so it was easy to study together and not bash each others brains in, but they made it. And seeing her walking up those steps to receive her diploma was just as exciting for him as it was for him to do the same soon after.

As much as the both of them wanted to see each other after graduation was over, they both knew they had family to attend to... even though with how close their parents were it wouldn't even have mattered. That aside they were supposed to meet up at the graduation party at the Lockwood mansion. Lydia had made sure it wasn't quiet around there much after Tyler had skipped town, even getting a few of her girlfriends to stay with her. Time drew on, more graduates showed up, more alcohol was consumed, the music got louder, Caroline continued to be MIA and Stiles grew more anxious. It wasn't until he got a tap on his shoulder that he finally started to let himself relax.

"Care! God you're a sight for sore eyes." He said happily and obviously a little drunkenly, anything else he attempted saying lost as he wrapped his arms around her immediately and pressed his lips against hers. Her lips were warm against his despite the whole cold-blooded vampire thing, he savoured the taste of her lips before he pulled apart slowly, his lips pressed together in a small grin as he glanced back at her, his expression a little glazed over, "I missed you."

[sabishii-oujisama-blog]

Princely lessons [@ Camus]

It's a refreshing new day, both Ittoki and Reiji are nowhere to be seen, what only adds to the good feeling that Tokiya has. Less noise on his rare day off, after all.

With a small huff Tokiya gets out of his bed and heads for the closet, to find some comfy clothes for today. Since there would be no practice or lessons today, no work that he needs to attend to, the teen will be able to finally relax a little, maybe read a book or something.

The walk to library is rather eventless, if you chose to ignore the various screams coming from the outside, where Tokiya is sure that Syo is being teased yet again with something rather stupid. They were all children, really. Still, he finally reaches the library and with a little sigh opens the door, stepping inside the quiet room.

However, once he looks around the room, thinking about which book he should read, Tokiya's blue eyes stop at the sitting section and he blinks. Never did he think that someone else would be here, especially when that someone was Camus. Wasn't he supposed to teach Cecil?

"Hello." he says and then walks over to one of the bookcases.

[rhaegarwhiteash]

the sword and the shield | solo para

When Daniel had devised the plan to take over Dragonstone while Stannis Baratheon was out claiming Storm's End, Rhaegar had hesitated at first. The plan was absolutely mad! They had no army, no extra swords, and though they had been there for a while, they had no friends other than the company they already kept. There was only he and Daniel, and Rhaegar had refused to even acknowledge the possibility of letting Sansa and Rebekah in the vicinity of Stannis' men. But the more passionately Daniel spoke, Rhaegar had eventually given in, after all the idea of holding Dragonstone until the mother of dragons arrived to take back her claim had appealed to him very much. Of course he hadn't agreed until both the girls had promised to keep themselves safely tucked away, only coming out as they advanced through the castle.

In the end it was actually a brilliant plan, Stannis had taken most of his cohort with him leaving only guards for the castle, and though there was only he and Daniel, using the shadows of the night proved to be their advantage. Actually because of his size, Daniel had a better time slipping through the night, and where Daniel easily crept up behind them and slit their throats, Rhaegar found himself fighting a few of them off. Of course it was nothing he couldn't handle, and in no time at all, together they had rid the remaining of Stannis Baratheon's guards, Rhaegar himself hardly even breaking a sweat. He wasn't known for modesty after all.

As soon as he knew it was safe and that Daniel was unharmed, Rhaegar immediately searched for the girls, becoming increasingly troubled the longer he searched for them and still could not find them. The big oaf of a man was just mere moments from shouting out their names in panic when he heard their distance voices chattering against the wind. He found them in what he assumed was one of the old solar's, and when he did he could not help but rush towards Rebekah and engulf her in a hug, breathing out a huge sigh of relief when he held her in his arms again.

In the days that followed Rhaegar had noticed a change in Daniel, of course it was obvious from the minute that they had stepped foot in Dragonstone, but now Rhaegar could see the change happening more quickly now. He smiled less often now, not that Rhaegar had seen the boy smile much to begin with, but now garnering a smile from him was a rare oddity. Some would believe him broken, just like the boy they had seen last in the royal court of King's Landing. But Rhaegar knew better. Daniel was not fragile, he was made of stone. The time he had spent in King's Landing had tore away at him until there was nothing left. Did Rhaegar need to worry about that, and the boy? Of course, but he no longer believed Daniel was the fragile little lordling he had stolen away that night. The boy had been through much and survived, if he hadn't believed he would die for the boy then, he definitely did now.

Oft times he spent his time walking the castle gates, heading up the watchtowers to look out for the ship that would eventually beach with the last Targaryen. He looked forward to that time, often trying to rehearse what he would say. In the meantime he found himself spending more and more time with Lady Rebekah. Rhaegar wasn't sure where he stood with her yet, but in that moment he didn't care. All he knew was that they were safe, and that the only person he meant to bend his knee to was sailing for them now.