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(Alright– I know I haven’t been on here for like AGES, but I have something to say. I’ll be keeping up this blog for archive sort of things. But the important thing to say is that I’m moving Dexter to my multimuse account, which is HERE. ))
((Stanton will be moved there (hover over the capped letters for the link)– as for threads here, shit… uhhhh…. either message me on the new multimuse account, or I’ll save my rps on my new account?))
(Alright– I know I haven’t been on here for like AGES, but I have something to say. I’ll be keeping up this blog for archive sort of things. But the important thing to say is that I’m moving Dexter to my multimuse account, which is HERE. ))
((Stanton will be moved there (hover over the capped letters for the link)– as for threads here, shit… uhhhh…. either message me on the new multimuse account, or I’ll save my rps on my new account?))
(Alright– I know I haven’t been on here for like AGES, but I have something to say. I’ll be keeping up this blog for archive sort of things. But the important thing to say is that I’m moving Dexter to my multimuse account, which is HERE. ))
((Stanton will be moved there (hover over the capped letters for the link)-- as for threads here, shit... uhhhh.... either message me on the new multimuse account, or I’ll save my rps on my new account?))
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since internet problems have been mostly resolved, I’ll be answering the longer posts tomorrow on my laptop.~ <3))
“Dark… bad, evil, villainy; it’s all semantics. In the end the only thing that counts is what you did” Liam shuddered, “And I did terrible things. It’s not the dark that made me do it, I did. I hurt people.”
Stanton furrowed his brows as he listened to the other. ‘’Okay... let’s put it this way then--’’ He said, as he gave a quiet look towards the other. ‘’--Did they DESERVE it?’’
Strange bedfellows
‘s why mos’ of us end up paranoid or dead. Either we get paranoid an’ learn all we can ‘bout what goes bump in the dark an’ how to get rid of it, or that one thing we thought was just a shadow, steps out of the dark sometime an’ kills us
Stanton lifted his eyebrows. ‘’Well.... I know... about sirvival, pretty much..’’ He coughed a bit, looking elsewhere. Then he shrugged. ‘’.....I can be quite sharp....’’
Prison Life - A Story about Survival (Prologue)
A/N: Firstmost, this will be a story centered around my EDITED version (( From HERE )) of Jeff. The non-sexual one. Jeff will be 44 in this, so that’d make Stanton 17. And this is purposefully short-- Kinda a lead in for rest of the story, I guess. Stay tuned for hopefully more-- as long as I don’t get lazy.
More characters will be involved later too.
Jeff, Stanton (c) Me.
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‘’…Who are we dealing with here?’’
‘’Just… who??’’
Brown boots appeared within the lights down the hall.
‘’This sick bastard… He was very precise in his work.’’
’’We finally got him.’’
Blonde hair with a splash of green appeared--- Two police guards surrounded the killer and torturer.
‘’His name is Jeff Wilkerson.’’
There were handcuffs around his wrists, and behind his back. Searched, of course, as well.
‘’Approach him with caution.’’
‘’…Hmhhh?’’
‘’He has a silver tongue--- psychically capable and a sharp mind. Very dangerous.’’
Circle of Entrapment
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Mika was vaguely aware of falling. And even more vaguely aware of the hard stop of the crash. His steel, the large ship he was usually in, was still in orbit far beyond any place they could track it, and he had been using one of the small shuttles to investigate, but it was not his intent to crash. He’d had it on autopilot, while he did his prayers, but a near-miss from a comet blinded it and by the time he had regained control there was little he could do but return to his prayers and wait for the inevitable.
The air was thin, he’d turned it down a long time ago, so that he could save what little air he had left. The gravity hadn’t been turned on for ages, because he’d scavenged those parts to keep the heat on.
So falling or controlled crashing as it really was, wasn’t hard. he just set the breaking thrusters to fire in time to kick him flat before he came down.
There were fragments of memory. Hands grabbing at him, dense air, and heaviness, and then a cold, chemical room, bright lights, scratchy sheets, but still heavy and heavy air.
talking, endless talking, it seemed like they were always talking, to him, about him, it didn’t matter.
By his count it had been a terran month, about thirty days before he started understanding the language. It was OLD, older than him, and that said a lot. Terran, maybe older thann that, maybe from the time before it was the first world.
“He seems lucid.”
“What about the collar?”
He refuses to let us touch it. He’ll let us work with him, but the minute we touch the collar, he shuts down. And the last person to make him angry got thrown across the room. We still aren’t sure how he did it.
He seems to have a pattern to his eating, certain days he refuses any meat, or anything he even THINKS is meat. His breathing has eased some and his movement is easier. Some of his muscles have atrophied but not as much as I would expect from someone who obviously spent long term in space. And His DNA is not human.”
Things went on like this for almost another month. Eventually they let him get up and walk around, and soon they would find him back at his prayers.”
“You are not like the others.”
It had been incredible.
If Stanton hadn’t been involved in such matters, he probably wouldn’t have believed it outright, only giving a brief thought otherwise. But here it was, actual and hardcore proof of alien life. ....For some reason, it felt like his life suddenly turned into a certain TV show.
For the black haired man, he handled the legal proceedings and such with such projects-- yet, it still gained him access to their findings and such.
He could learn as much as he wanted to, as long as he kept his mouth shut-- and secrecy was quite important in a matter like this, of course.
It was utterly fascinating-- yet again said.
He hadn’t interacted much with the alien, yet he observed from afar most of time. Deep down.. while seemingly in a trace over what had happened, he couldn’;t have helped to feel a bit... empty. Here was an innocent individual suffering at the hands of men that wan ted to study him... pick him apart. It almost made Stanton’d stomach turn inside out.
He gad developed a strong, yet twisted sense of justice due to his past...
It almost startled him when the alien spoke up towards him. He had to snap out of his thoughts, as he jolted his head towards Mika.
‘’W-What?’’
Strange bedfellows
It’s like when you see a picture, somethin’ abstract, an’ you see it a certain way. When someone else points out that there is something there, or here, or that it makes this shape here, every time you look at it you will still see how you see it but you will see the other stuff too. That’s how the supernatural is. You know it exists. So now, somethin’ strange starts happenin’ fore you would have just shrugged it off, now you’ll wonder what it is. You’ll notice things you ain’ never noticed cause your brain is starting to think that *maybe* just maybe there is something else out there.”
Stanton kept silent, to allow himself to let the words sink in. ‘’Huh... how odd... Yet so interesting, and.... Hm, stressful? In a sense? More stimulation of your environment... it can become overwhelming....’’
Strange bedfellows
“That ain’ how you usually get rid of a ghost, but I’ve had to get rid of a lot of sentimental stuff cause of my job. I don’ wanna trap any of my frien’s in the veil.” Bobby shrugged. “I know this is all a bit to get used to. But now that you seen it, now that you know what’s in the dark, things ain’ never gonna be the same.”
Stanton lifted an eyebrow and nodded. ‘’Yeah... It.... the necklace was an important symbol for me, for sure...’’ He seemed to randomly share as he fidgeted a bit.
‘’Never going to be the same....’’
The lawyer had to ponder on that. ‘’.......What do you mean?’’ he asked furrowing his brows, thinking it seemed to be quite a bit abstract in its meaning.
Strange bedfellows
“Yeah, I jus’ scrubbed it clean with the wrath of heaven, anythin’ like him (or myself) tries to take hol’ of it an’ there will be trouble for them. A ghost or anythin’ tries to grab it an’ they’ll smite themselves into the next galaxy.
Stanton blinked. Did... he hear that correctly? Wrath of Heaven? ....Right. This whole... supernatural thing was a thing to gradually get used to.
‘’Uh.... right......’’
He spoke softly, as he ran his fingers over Jeff’s old necklace. ‘’S-Sounds good.’’
Strange bedfellows
Bobby grabbed it speaking some enochian he had learned he used a ‘cleaning’ spell’ he’d dug up in his years, if it worked they wouldn’t have to destroy the necklace.
The ghost flamed out of existance and bobby winced as he went, he knew what that felt like. He handed back the necklace. “There ya go.” He can’ hold on to it anymore.”
Stanton looked away-- he didn’t want to see the destruction of a prized trophy of his. He had almost wanted to say ‘goodbye’ to it, but that would be stupid in itself. He blinked his eyes ion surprise, looking back over to the hunter at those specific words. Joy almost had lept up within the lawyer’s eyes-- that kill had been extremely important to him and probably would be forever.
He immediately grabbed it back and put it on after a moment’s hesitance.
‘’Y-You sure?’’
Well, Well, Well.
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It wasn’t often that it was called early to someone it had bothered before.
Especially if this was the second deathly experience that the person in question had had. It had come for the flower, as always. A small blackened lily was all the indication it had as to the manner of death of this particular soul.
As it always would, Lim came. It always came when called, no matter who called it. The air around the physical form of its task grew colder, indicating its presence. It smelled sweet, like bread and chocolate. Its demeanor was anything but.
Someone’s havin’ a bad day.
It.... Everything.... had just been too much.
Stanton knew it had been an inevitable event to happen. The pain within him had just built up way too much, and he had ended up falling off the edge. To think he had survived this long seemed like a miracle...
The ghostly image of Stanton winced upon hearing that statement from Lim. The... whatever it was called... had been a presence far earlier, and yet again, they meet each other.
‘’T-Thar’s.... an understatement..’’ He mumbled, barely audible.
Strange bedfellows
“Nah, jus’ regret bein sent to the Ya an that her second be was worse'n the first.”
A half grin was on Stanton’s face as he heard the other man’s words. ‘’Regretting is always a pesky thing..’’ He muttered, letting out a shuddering sigh, feeling relief that Bobby was like him in some sort of way. A connection to someone else.
‘’........Come and get it, it’s... It’s.,..’’ The man didn’t finish, simply unlocking the necklace from around his neck and held it out to Bobby. He looked like he really, really didn’t want to part with it.... but at the same time, he knew he had to.
~OPEN RP~
All she could do was be thankful as hell that the jury finally came to a decision, a guilty conviction thankfully. Harris watched as the two court officers took Stanton’s client into custody. She looked to Stanton and then waited outside by his car.
She was leant against it, blowing out a huff of smoke while her cigarette rested between her fingers, her eyes scanning the crowd of incoming people that were leaving the court house.
When she saw Stanton she rose a brow and pushed herself off of his car and then stomped out the end of her cigarette with her black boot.
“We should talk about your situation.” Harris said, gesturing to him as he got closer. “And don’t tell me some bullshit fucking story, Stan. I’m your friend.”
Originally posted by thezealotsblindfold
Fuck, the lawyer could barely think during the court trial. Just... wow. One of his deepest secrets was now out in the open for Harris... and he was downright nervous about it. Stanton tried not to fidget during the case, ready for an explanation to the judge if it had ever crept up in discussion.
Harris could have told anyone, but.... He swallowed hard. So she hadn’t told anyone--- and no one had pulled him off to the side after the trial to talk to him about his.... murder.
A huge wave of relief crashed over him as he left the courtroom-- but he abruptly stopped when he got closer to his car and Harris.
No doubt that she’d want answers......
Was he ready? He didn’t know.... He averted his gaze, his eyes showing through some pain. ‘’U-Uh... I.... Can we do this somewhere... more... PRIVATE?’’
MAKE MY CHARACTER FEEL LOVED.
all of this ANGST lately – while nice – it’s getting a bit OLD. I want your character to try their best and make mine feel super loved. give them ALL you’ve got. make them blush like crazy and CRY because they’ve never heard such beautiful things before. do it. I dare you.
