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" I'm gonna need some popcorn to watch this."

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The fact I rp a Jeremiah.. and he's an engineering genius and knows how to science.. meanwhile I'm here, a potato that looks up half the stuff he does..

My boy needs out over stuff i cant even learn to comprehend and I'm here dying... help

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@sanestbuilder || plotted starter

She lays at the ground, having been shoved by the young billionaire who had followed them to Ace Chemicals. Blood stained her glove, holding the gash she sustained from facing Selina earlier. The young woman’s claws had came a little too close and as a result, the sharp metal slashed into her side. Head spinning, her legs work to get her up. Jeremiah and Bruce were struggling with one another and the beating in her chest skips in horror as Jeremiah begins to stubble over the edge of the platform. It seemed to happen in slow motion. She rushed towards him and grasps his wrist as he begins to fall back, but she fails to pull him back up. She’s drawn forward into the fall as well, but her bloodied glove quickly reaches out to the platform’s side. They hung in peril over the vat.

Bruce had rushed over, attempting to help in what way he could to try and bring them up. She tries to pull them both up, but her muscles ached too much and the blood at her hands made her grip slick on the metal. It was no use.

Both hands were losing hold. Her fingers were slipping at the metal platform and her hold wasn’t strong enough to keep his wrist in her hand. It was as if the universe was telling her to choose and pick one over the other. He told her to let him go—to let him plummet down into the chemicals. He gave her an order and for once, she wasn’t going to listen. If he would fall, so would she. Her life was his. She promised him that from the start.

She turns her head to look down at the chemicals, then to him. She wasn’t afraid to die, nor had there been any hesitation in her decision. When they met, she told him she had nothing left. She couldn’t allow herself to feel that pain again, so she lets her fingertips graze the metal and they fall down into the vat.

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The way @sanestbuilder writes Jeremiah is so cool! There is so much content which allows the opportunity to understand Jeremiah's thoughts and decisive thinking. I think it's a positively unique aspect of their muse which I enjoy (:

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Oddly enough, her focus lay not on the utter danger or crisis of being surrounded by the greeting of slate walls, but instead it drew to the upmost complexity of this labyrinth. The game, as it was, caught her interests. She was supposed to find the exit && natural to her curiosity && instinct to survive, her legs carried her forward to experience this game for herself.

There had been no indication of a clear marked-out route to follow and reach the end. It was most certainly a challenge, one which would be hard to crack, but challenges always had peaked her interests.

Led further into the depths, increasing the number paths to be lured into, she kept a mantra in her head. Don’t get distracted by the outer paths, pick what feels right. Her heels didn’t help at all with the clicking bouncing off the walls, likely alerting her kidnapper of her position. Consequently, she slipped them off, pointing the toes of the shoes in the complete opposite direction of where she was headed. She hoped it bought her a bit more time to figure the way out.

With more wandering, she was brought to a intricate set of paths. Hmm...looks like they work around each other, connected to nothing but themselves. That won’t lead anywhere I want to go. With a growing noise echoing from down the hall she walked down, her body halted in her tracks, turning to move away from the approaching disturbance, quickly slipping down another path.

However, this part of the maze made her much more uneasy. Something felt off, gut sitting uncomfortable. Before she could notice, her foot hit a trip wire && some component had retracted, metal slicing a cut in her lower leg. She winced, silently biting her lip at the sharp pain. Her legs carried her as fast as they could from the area, a light limp slowing her down && small drops of blood falling behind her.

#[au* stillness of the labyrinth ;; (sanestbuilder)]#sanestbuilder #(I kept forgetting to post this. oops)

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Send in some shit to your local homicidal alien for her spawn day! | @sanestbuilder

Calculating eyes perform a side-glance to and from the cake and the terrified gentleman perched in a seat, complete with a birthday hat and balloons wrapped around his torso. Blackfire simply smirks, eyes glued to the character suddenly struggling, forcing muffled screams between taped lips.