#tw:shooting

[is-it-gabriel]

do they have any phobias?

" Not really. I used to be more freaked out by situational phobias, but after what happened to Mia and I, I feel like I don't have too much to be scared of anymore"

[is-it-gabriel]

👄 + Mia

"I think the moment I met Mia, I knew she was going to change my life for the better. I kind of felt a little lost and had become so disillusioned with everything going on. I really wanted out of undercover work, because it felt so manipulative and I hated lying to people. I knew when I met her, that after the case was finished I would give it all up for her. She saved me from how bullshit the work was. She saved me from so many things. Even now she saves me from the more depressive states I can get into after the incident. When I thought I lost her, it felt like everything positive I had envisioned for us just fell apart. I didn't want to exist without her. Now that she's here again and we were given a second chance, its almost like I'm getting the opportunity to fall in love with Mia all over again. And every day I feel lucky to experience that again. @beautyxnthefire

[is-it-gabriel]

👀+ any crushes?

"Well the last time I had feelings for anyone I got shot. So I'm literally trying to protect my heart lately. So I'm not really invested in putting myself out there like that right now. Most of the people I run into are hot though? If anyone wanted something not that serious though? Well, happy to oblige"

[ladderswithoutpools]

I don't think any of my mutuals are in the Plymouth area nor do many know I study there, although I was in the city earlier today I actually left a couple hours before the shooting occured. My heart goes out to all the people involved this is almost unheard of in England, if anyone knows of any verified funds for the families of the victims please reblog with them.

[cinzuku]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMexYmT9F/

[roleplayhq]

plot drop 01: the carnvial

BEFORE THE READ:

Please note there are strong trigger warnings for bombings, potential bombs, people being shot and hurt, if these are things that trigger you, please do not read or engage with this post.

THE PREMISE:

The Carnival was going swell, lights were shimmering, kids were laughing, and parents were mingling with friends, but danger was lurking in the shadows, it had been planned for weeks in advance now - for a bomb to planted on someone to then be let off in the midst of everyone as a message to authority that if they ever tried to hijack their plans or take from them once again then this is what would happen - but the FBI were on it, Irina and her team had been following this for a while now and were one step a head which is was she was here with the arranged bomb squad having received anon tip offs a head of time. 

But once she was spotted, things needed to move swiftly from there, her hand on her gun as she moved towards the target with the bomb attached to his chest, he was screaming, yelling about death, about his plans and what he wanted, but Irina wasn’t going to let this happen, she wasn’t going to let any life be put in danger ( she may be guarded  but she wasn’t heartless ). Shots were fired and people were hurt-... Redwood’s own Brett Hexworth, owner of Hex was hit and found to be bleeding towards his car in amongst the chaos as well as Elena Watson being separated from maybe boyfriend Beau Valentine, no one really knowing if they were reconnected but that’s not all.

Not even the workers of the Carnival were safe as Asa Rodeo as he was trying to help everyone protect and keep them safe out of the way was secure himself as fate had other plans for him, tripping over a stray metal bar in amongst the panic and shuffle of people having his leg trampled on and injured to the point where he couldn’t aid himself in the terror of everything going on. We can all thank Irina Balinska, the Federal Bureau of Investigation and their affiliations for saving the night, securing the bomb and preventing anyone and everyone from being hurt.

THE OOC INFORMATION:

The Carnival Event will be drawing to a close on the last day of January in preparation for our February Valentines Day event.

You're welcome to have your character interact and react with the plot drop whether they attended or not, I feel like this will be like a newspaper article or on the social media’s whether it be Facebook, Daily Mail, Snapchat, Youtube ect. 

If you would like to have your character written into the plot drop, there is still room and time to do that, just send the main or me a message and I’ll be able to do that. 

You’re welcome to continue any thread after this one has ended.

Thank you to @muzeisms for lending their characters to be hurt and involved.

[thecursedson]

B O U N D  I N  B O N E S

H A R R Y

It was always the weakest of the group that was picked out on the Isle, and it still shown today that it hasn’t somehow changed. They knew Baelfire was the weakest of all them. Harry was downright insane, CJ was gone, and Harriet was murderous and vicious like her little brother.. but Bae.. he was a truly weak one.. to damn kind and full of heart.

Harry found him there, laying there and for a second his heart stopped, fearing the worst. He saw the blood all over him and the bruises.. and he thanked what ever Evil that kept him breathing as Harry lifted the boy up as quickly but carefully as he could with ease. “Ye fool.. ye foolish laddie” He whispers, keeping his hold and running back to the Jolly Roger, ignoring anyone that looked his way.. his focus all on Bae getting help from their mother. Harry just had to get him to the boat like somehow that would save his life. “Don’t ye dare die.” He whispered while running.

Soundly Baelfire slept in his bed just the room next to Harry’s, across from Harriet’s and down from his parents. He was dreaming of oceans far off in the distance when someone came into his room. Hearing the door, he squinted his eyes trying to see in the darkness. “Harry. . ? Is that you. . .?” He asked to the figure in the darkness. Then one figure became two and before he could scream for help he was gagged, dragged from his bed, bound in chains, and taken from his home. All that was left was his door wide open and his bedsheets that had been pulled across the room while Bae fought for his freedom. That was the last time Baelfire saw the stars. . .

No matter how much he screamed and pleaded, they wouldn’t let him go. Hours turned into days.  No food, no water. Bound in darkness by chains as he endured stab wounds, punches and more at the hands of his captures. Normally, Baelfire had enough strength to fight on but the light he had was fading quick as he lost more blood every day.  By the fourth day of enduring brutal torment, Baelfire had completely given up hope that he was going to live past this.

After a week, news got out that someone was looking for him and offering a hefty reward for his return.  Note-- it wasn’t specified that his return was safe, which his kidnappers took note of. They dragged Bae’s barely alive body to the sidewalk where they were going to leave him for dead by his hair, but not before delivering one final blow. To them, the deep stab wounds on his sides and legs, bruises on his arms, cuts on his ankles and wrists from chains, and the gash on his head and cheek were not enough. Bae’s eyes opened just enough to see the blurry barrel of a gun and then - 

-Everything went black. 

He laid there suffering, struggling to live as he laid in a small puddle of his own blood. His breathing was slow and painful as his body counted the minutes until he would eventually stop. If it weren’t for Harry finding his little brother it would have been too late. He could hear his voice as he picked him up from the ground and held him as he ran. Something about hearing Harry’s voice was comforting, perhaps because it was the first voice he recognized since he had gone missing. 

“H. . . a . . .r. . . .” Was all that Bae had the strength to force out from his cut-up lips before he let himself slip into darkness against Harry’s chest. 

{ @secondbcrnpiracy​ | cont. }

[piixelatedpastries]

I stood just behind the heavy black curtains, trying to avoid touching them, lest I release the down pouring of dust that had built up against the moth-eaten velvet material. Lights flashed out, piercing through the thin slit that we all hid behind, waiting for our turn to take the stage. The other women chatted and bickered in the background. They didn’t speak to me though. I wasn’t quite like them, I hadn’t come there to feed an addiction or put myself through college or put food on the table for kids I had back home.

I didn’t come here at all, I was brought here, and kept here a prisoner in an invisible cage. They didn’t know that though, they only knew that I showed up and was some sort of exotic dancing sensation overnight. It wasn’t because of talent, not really, I had learned the moves and dancing came easily to me, so the show wasn’t a disappointment, but that wasn’t what filled the run-down strip club up night after night. They came because I was a novelty, billed as a living doll to the human world. But more and more what was showing up to fill the club wasn’t humans, but creatures that humans didn’t even know existed, creatures that knew exactly what I was, the daughter of the forbidden union of an elven prince and faery maiden. We had grown up isolated for the most part, my family, hiding from the Fae council and from humans. Mother had even had her wings amputated to make sure they were never found. She often told me how relieved she was when I never grew in my own wings. My brother wasn’t so fortunate, he had grown his set in before his third birthday. There was hushed talk in the evening when we were supposed to be sleeping of what to do about them, but neither of our parents could bring themselves to remove them no matter the danger they possessed. They made hiding from the human world difficult, and almost impossible to hide from other fae’s who knew the tricks that were used to keep the secret of our world within their world. Maybe had they removed my brother’s wings when they first grew in, maybe I would be telling a different story today, but there is no undoing what is done, no changing the past or predicting the future we were blind, so very blind to the path we were on, to the danger hurling it’s way closer to our safe haven with each rising and setting sun that watched us grow. The day was burned in my memory, it was such an ordinarily beautiful day, the sky was clear, and the sun tickled my skin as I raced across the hills towards the creek, racing my brother and splashing into the clear cool water.  Our giggles rang out, travelling across the grassy meadow. Little did we know the attention we were bringing. In my memory it’s as if a dark cloud fell down over the meadow when he and his men came trudging up the hill, their eyes filled dark and hard, sparking with angry embers of greed and perversion. Things I never knew existed until then. The gunfire, startled us both, the shattering ripping sound shredding our warm cocoon of peace and safety in a split second. Bright red blood welled up from my brother’s chest, his hand flying over the hole that had been left, as if it alone could stop the precious liquid from spilling from his body. I heard one of the men curse, shouting to the others that the damn gun’s sights were off, that he thought he had killed it. “Don’t worry, we can still get a fair price for it, I know a taxidermist that can make that hole disappear!” Chills ran down my spine as I stood holding my brother, begging him to keep breathing. A second shot rang out and my thigh exploded in fire, my body tumbling into the water beneath me. Our innocent giggles had turned to screams and bloody gurgles, as boots splashed into the water around me, something tugged over my head, blocking out the sunshine, replacing the fresh meadow air with a choking musty smell that threatened to suffocate me. A blow to the head though and the struggle came to an end, as did the happy life I had led. Now I worked here, did as I was told, with their promise that they would not harm my parents. For them I danced each night, for them and for their safety.