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JujuBee
Pettiest Bitch Out There
How did I fuck that up so bad xD. It was just missing a zero. Fixed though.
Thanks for the correction there!
ArtisticVicu
Member
He spat blood to the ground as he circled the groaning figure on the ground. The crowd held its breath, its gaze either on the prone figure or the stalker. He came to a stop at their head, his expression murderous.
“Stay down,” he growled, and the figure flinched.
He turned and stepped towards the ring of onlookers. There was a shout and a commotion behind him and he turned in time to see the fist coming at his face. It collided and snapped his head sideways. He took a step sideways to counter, absorbing the blow with ease. He recoiled, countering with an uppercut to the attacker’s gut. They choked as he fisted their shirt and yanked hard sideways. There was a crack as they hit the ground. He brought his foot down on their knee and their scream joined the second crack.
He glared at the others, hands relaxed at his side. “Any others?” he challenged, his voice calm but dark. The crowd took a collective step back. He turned around again and continued the way he had gone. The crowd parted as quickly as it could, people stumbling over their own feet.
He pushed the door open and made sure it closed completely behind him before he continued on.
He entered the room, a bloody mess and head held high. The other capo looked to him but his gaze was for the underboss. “Situation’s been handled.” The underboss nodded without looking up. “Is the Don available? He wanted an update.”
The underboss gestured towards a side door. He crossed the room but stilled with a hand on the handle as the underboss commented, “He’s not in a good mood.”
A rueful smile crossed his face. “Neither am I.”
He opened the door and made sure it closed behind him before making his way down the hallway.
He knocked on the thick door. A muffled voice permitted him entrance and he stepped in, closing the door behind him. The Don was situated behind a large oak desk, the consigliere sitting in one of the chairs facing the Don. He took a step forward and dipped his head. “Situation is handled.”
The Don arched an eyebrow. “And you thought it would be prudent to appear before me in such a shape.”
A tight smile curled his lips. “He knows.” The man tensed. “He’s going to start a war.”
“He wouldn’t dare.”
He shrugged. “We all know the consequences of going war, but that’s beside the point. He’s aiming to hit you and yours.”
The Don ran a hand over his face. He could see from where he stood the hand was trembling. “Can you take him out?”
His expression tightened as he thought it over, running plans and information as quickly as he could. “Possibly.” The Don looked to him. “You know my in. A situation like that–”
“No,” the Don spoke vehemently, slamming his hand on the desk. “I will not condone such an act on that family.” His expression softened. “I will not do that to you.”
He found himself relaxing. “I’ll talk to him, see what he thinks.”
“He the one that gave you this information?”
He nodded. “He doesn’t want this war. He believes his Grandfather has officially lost it. His father and uncles won’t stand up to the geezer.”
The Don chuckled. “Rightfully so. That ‘geezer’ is the Don of that family for a reason. He’s the reason why that family has the reputation that it does.” The Don narrowed his eyes. “How much time do we have?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know. He was trying to find that out without giving himself away.”
“He still has familiar support?”
He nodded. “The underboss has no qualms with our relationship, neither do some of the capo. But his father doesn’t know.”
“Find out. I do not want to be surprised.”
He dipped his head in acknowledgement before turning and exiting the room. He pulled out his phone and shot off a quick text as he made his way out of the building. He nodded towards the underboss on his way out. The underboss returned it.
The drive was quick. He pulled into the parking spot, smiling gently at the sight of the car next to his. He climbed out and made his way to the apartment, opening the door as excitement rolled through him.
It quickly turned to ice in his veins.
There, standing in his apartment, was his lover. But he wasn’t alone. The Don of his family was sitting on his couch, the underboss beside him. His lover looked ashamed as a stranger that had been behind the door closed it and patted him down. His gaze was only for his lover.
“He did nothing wrong,” the underboss spoke as the stranger relieved him of his concealed weapons. “He did something rather brave, actually.”
He frowned at his lover but he had yet to gain the other’s gaze.
The stranger grabbed his arm.
It was instinct as he dragged his foot about to shift his stance as his hands wrapped around the man’s arm. He jerked them sideways, leaving a sizable dent in the wall. He drove his knee into the man’s gut before socking him in the temple, knocking him out.
“Steve!” His lover was on him, dragging him away from the stranger. Slender hands were suddenly cupping his cheeks, forcing his gaze away. Brown eyes were sharp, alarmed, but oh so familiar and he relaxed as he pinned the man’s hands to his cheeks.
The Don rose, stating, “I want to end this feud but I am unable to do it on my own.”
He pulled his lover to his chest as he looked to the Don, curious.
“I have a job for you.”
He tensed up, not sure he was going to like this.
“I need you to cut my strings.”
He blinked.
“I don’t understand.”
The Don gave him a flat look.
“I am being controlled.”
Word Count: 1,000
Enjoy.
ArtisticVicu
Member
Hey, @JujuBee, I have no idea what happened to this thread or the people that used to write here but it may be benifitial for ya to extend your deadline. 0-0 I really do not want to 'win' on a technicality. xD Not to mention, I would love to see another win and get to present a prompt.
ArtisticVicu
Member
@Syzygy, were you wanting a tag for the next prompt? Either our current is getting extended or we're getting a new one in a few hours.
eclipsa
faerie sightings
I've been watching the thread, I doubt I'll post for this one, as I'm not a huge fan of the song. I'll jump in eventually!
JujuBee
Pettiest Bitch Out There
It's cool. I think I might just let you win. I didn't do the two days because the last time only two people did it. I guess my prompts just aren't good ones lol.
Tarmagon
Murphy was an optimist.
Sorry I had to sit this one out, but I've been pretty sick. I've checked in, but today was the first chance I had to post anything. I won't be home before the time limit is up.
ArtisticVicu
Member
Tarmagon
Murphy was an optimist.
I could give it a swing after I get home tonight. I'm not sure it would really be worth waiting on, but I'm game.
MidnightStar
REBEL
I would like to join in on the next prompt if I can.
JujuBee
Pettiest Bitch Out There
Gaycubed
Road work ahead, uh yeah.....I sure hope it does
I woulda hopped in on this one, but i was camping then got swept up by homework afterwards.
Gaycubed
Road work ahead, uh yeah.....I sure hope it does
I woulda hopped in on this one, but i was camping then got swept up by homework afterwards.
ArtisticVicu
Member
@JujuBee If you say so. @MidnightStar feel free to jump in on any prompt going. You don't have to wait.
Prompt:
Immortality
Word Count: 167 words exactly
Time Limit: 67 hours from now
Prompt:
Immortality
Word Count: 167 words exactly
Time Limit: 67 hours from now
MidnightStar
REBEL
Awesome super excited. Nice prompt also
MoltenLightning
aquatic fluff nugget~
Time.
What a silly concept. Something mortal beings use to make their 'time' on this dreadful planet seem more worthwhile. But, at the same time, it arouses questions that they don't want to be answered. 'When will my time be up?', they may ask themselves, watching as they wither away from the paranoia of such a concept. So, to preoccupy themselves from the prospect of death, they tinker with things that only further drive them from the truth.
They don't want to admit that their very existence is nothing to the plant they tarnish, when in retrospect the very thought of that notion is much too large for their minds to handle. But, who am I to judge such character? Who am I to know the apparent flaws of these supposed mortal beings? Who am I to you?
You, in all your wisdom, you should know who I am. For I am everywhere, always, silently waiting. I am the one that you mortals call...
Death.
Word Count:
167
(I'm pretty sure)
Notes:
I wanted to get a bit more profound, I guess... Sorry if it's weird? I dunno. I'm sort of tired right now, hehe...
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Verdana
Meme Ghost
I was reminded of a username from another roleplay website.
Immortality, AKA Luthor, the absolute. The god of all insane gravity-wielders. Luthor was the embodiment of epicness.
Sometimes, though, I really question his divine judgment.
What about Salsa? Wasn't he also a god in some respects? Isn't he an equal to Luthor?
But no. That is impossible, for Immortality is the ultimate power. There are no exeptions, and there never will be.
But is it true? Is Immortality's power just... a lie?
No, that cannot be. All I have been taught has to be real.
Luthor is God, and there are no exceptions. For one who can control a law of physics must be all-powerful.
There is no way that a mere mortal could have such awesome power. It is impossible.
So Luthor has to be God. He must be. And there cannot be a single exception whatsoever.
Immortality is our king, and all should find that out. May his wisdom live on until time absolutely ends.
Immortality, AKA Luthor, the absolute. The god of all insane gravity-wielders. Luthor was the embodiment of epicness.
Sometimes, though, I really question his divine judgment.
What about Salsa? Wasn't he also a god in some respects? Isn't he an equal to Luthor?
But no. That is impossible, for Immortality is the ultimate power. There are no exeptions, and there never will be.
But is it true? Is Immortality's power just... a lie?
No, that cannot be. All I have been taught has to be real.
Luthor is God, and there are no exceptions. For one who can control a law of physics must be all-powerful.
There is no way that a mere mortal could have such awesome power. It is impossible.
So Luthor has to be God. He must be. And there cannot be a single exception whatsoever.
Immortality is our king, and all should find that out. May his wisdom live on until time absolutely ends.
_GreyJazz_
Back from the dead, maybe
It wasn’t unusual. We loved the smell of dew on the leaves of foliage as we drew nearer and nearer to it. We would dance through branches and brambles, soaking our clothes as we went. We never had to say anything, but we both agreed that these were our favorite mornings. You were the reason I became a morning person. Watching your face light up in glee was my greatest pleasure; your smile was brighter than the sun. We glowed together. No one could deny that we were perfect. I never saw the night sky, for I was always basking in your radiance. We didn’t need the pleasures of the mortal world--not the food, material objects, nor anything else.
All we needed was each other.
Now, I see the night sky clearly. It is dark behind you, brimming with despair as you are forced to recall: there is one thing that you have that I do not.
Will you promise me something? Live on and smile again.
Word Count: 167 exactly (used a word processor to check)
Notes: That was kind of depressing, now that I read it back. I mean, it starts out calm and happy, and then death. I don't know. This looked like fun. I tried.
jinkx
amateur sleuth
Note: I got 168 words on my first attempt and then knocked one off the end B|
[COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]There was a time long ago when Moses parted the Red Sea, spreading it apart so that his people could walk to freedom. The waves stood high, like walls of frothing sea water, and the sun had beat down overheard. My skin had blistered, sweat dripping from my face, and I had tried to wipe my face on the back of my hand with no avail. I had been there. I had been many places. [/COLOR][COLOR= rgb(39, 42, 52)]Being immortal is a lot like crossing the Red Sea or at least, that's the example that I'd use. I suppose somebody else might compare it to being a god. Not me. I walk the path of immortality, alone and almost defeated, ready to collapse onto the sand beneath my feet. A single individual, I split a path through the lives of many and I walk to freedom. The path stretches on forever, the promised land further and further out of reach, as I continue to walk. I never reach the end. [/COLOR]
Verdana
Meme Ghost
I cannot read it.
#NyteLife
#NyteLife
jinkx
amateur sleuth
copy and paste it into the text box and remove the formatting
then you can read the paragraph i wrote in five minutes flat
Tarmagon
Murphy was an optimist.
Time flows unbidden,
Ever onwards,
Carrying all before.
I watch them come,
I watch them go,
Do they know my envy?
My Shadow Lover, why have you forsaken me?
From forgotten beginnings,
To unknown endings,
I journey, the future dark and bleak.
A thousand, thousand lifetimes,
My burden, my curse, my pain.
My Immortality.
My Shadow Lover, why have you forsaken me?
Was I once a man?
So much I have forgotten,
Swept away by time uncaring.
From joy springs bitterness,
From love springs hate,
From familiarity, contempt.
My Shadow Lover, why have you forsaken me?
How long must I journey alone?
How many lives must I see pass before me?
How many loves can I endure?
How many dreams must I see die?
How many losses can one survive?
How can I not survive?
My Shadow Lover, why have you forsaken me?
Oh my Shadow Lover,
I cry for your embrace.
Why will you not my burden lift?
My Shadow Lover, why have you forsaken me?
Word count : 167
MidnightStar
REBEL
Trapped!
I’m trapped in an endless word. No aging, No death. WHY ME!? I didn't choose this life to be trapped and walking the earth for all eternity. I will never be able to love anyone again knowing that one day they would leave me, never to be seen again. Sure it seems fun being immortal but it’s getting boring after a while. Hundreds of years I have to live on an endless loop. Trying to keep a secret you immortality is hard two. Being on the run constantly, never getting a chance to breath. My hearts aches everyday yearning for the day I DIE!
I can’t escape. The only thing I can love is myself. I never die, I can't, It’s a curse I will never be able to escape. Every second I can feel my mind and body fading away. Even though I can’t die my mind is dying.
[SIZE= 14.6667px]Fading away[/SIZE]… every second...a sm[SIZE= 14.6667px]all part of my soul leaves[/SIZE]… until there is nothing left...
Word Count: 167
I’m trapped in an endless word. No aging, No death. WHY ME!? I didn't choose this life to be trapped and walking the earth for all eternity. I will never be able to love anyone again knowing that one day they would leave me, never to be seen again. Sure it seems fun being immortal but it’s getting boring after a while. Hundreds of years I have to live on an endless loop. Trying to keep a secret you immortality is hard two. Being on the run constantly, never getting a chance to breath. My hearts aches everyday yearning for the day I DIE!
I can’t escape. The only thing I can love is myself. I never die, I can't, It’s a curse I will never be able to escape. Every second I can feel my mind and body fading away. Even though I can’t die my mind is dying.
[SIZE= 14.6667px]Fading away[/SIZE]… every second...a sm[SIZE= 14.6667px]all part of my soul leaves[/SIZE]… until there is nothing left...
Word Count: 167
