#openmcustarter

[amywhitc-blog]

                                                  I can’t control their fear, only my own.

[thisbittersweetvictory]

Open to All

She leaned in close, whispering in a tightly-wound kind of forced-optimism, “Hey! Listen! Wanna know a secret?” She paused to draw them in, “You’ve been singing poorly to whatever trash is playing through your crappy headphones for almost 30 minutes and now: You’re about this close to getting punched the fuck out.”

Her expression dropped into unmistakable seriousness, “Got it?”

[thisbittersweetvictory]

Open to All

“Shut up!” Victory scrutinized the figures 500 yards away, the cover of darkness protecting their facial features. “The target beat us here.” Now, they had no way of knowing who arrived with who, how many members of either gang were present, just that there were 12 of them all together. She tossed her partner a glance, “You ready?”

[daughterofthecavalry]

Open

Leanna took a long drink from her water bottle, sweat beads gliding down her cheek. Exhaling slowly, she dapped the sweat off her brow with her towel. She could feel the other presence in the otherwise empty room. It was habit now to train in the late hours for the privacy. The girl had a lot of... aggression she needed to work out.

Taking another drink, she swallowed before finally addressing the figuring lingering in the shadows. “How long have you been standing there?” 

[youthinkinwhatimthinkin]

“It’s just... been hard, I guess.” Adrian finally admitted, feeling distraught at his vulnerability.

[youthinkinwhatimthinkin]

open to all

Adrian’s eyes were screwed shut so tight he was seeing stars and had been for thirty minutes. He’d been playing for 45 minutes in total, but the stars didn’t always come willingly. He had to coax them into view from the shadows behind his eyelids. With the eb and flow of the drawing of the bow on his violin, it was as if the sea itself were playing his tune. The swinging of a door interrupted his incalculable counting (the song was in 11/12). He drew out one finishing note before allowing silence to reclaim the room. A little agitated at the intrusion, he asked, eyes still tightly closed, “May I help you?”

[thunderwielding]

☠ open rp ☠

          “ ....this is a  ｔｅｒｒｉｂｌｅ plan.”

[thunderwielding]

☠ open rp ☠

“Fool!”

              “---you could’ve [ killed ] us all!!!”