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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Sept 3, 2015 3:45:57 GMT
Crunch.Crunch.Crunch. With every step Rosemary took, leaves crunched beneath her. The leaves from the trees were turning autumn colors and falling, at least in that part of the forest. Rosey's pink hair dye had grown out, and now she was a red-head again. She was still cold, despite wearing her favorite fall outfit, which consisted of a somewhat heavy sweater, UGGs, a scarf and a beanie. Yes, through that she was still cold. Maybe it was the ripped jeans. Or maybe it was the academy. Nothing new had occurred, not that she had heard. If there was a new injury, that would definitely something she would've heard about. If someone left... Well, sometimes people leave without saying goodbye, but she still probably would've heard. Maybe she wasn't hearing about anything because no one liked her anymore and she was just being excluded. Rosemary always saw that as a possibility. We're all poltergeists, aren't we? We move, make noise, do our regular things but no outcome comes from it. No one hears about it. It's always small talk, no more major events. Rosemary kept her head up and puffed out her chest to make herself feel strong, but she always knew her courage attempts failed. One tear trickled down her cheek. Then the second, and then the third. Maybe I should just go back to my dorm. But soon she found herself at a little opening. It was the little hill where she had went with Adam when she met him. Rosey sat on the hill and sighed. "She says, 'We've gotta hold on, to what we got. It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not..." Rosemary sang quietly to a song she heard recently. It was Livin' On A Prayer by Bon Jovi. After doing a little bit of research, she learned it was an old rock band formed in the early 1980's. Though she was not a big fan of rock, the song perfectly portrayed what she found love to be- only love matters, despite hardships. Tears tricked down her face. As she sang her voice cracked, and she tried to focus on the lyrics but she was so distracted by life...
"We've got each other, and that's a lot for love... We'll give it a shot..."
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Post by Adam Griffin on Sept 6, 2015 6:15:19 GMT
(the site needs some more Rosemary and Adam fluffy love) (and oof i have not rp'ed in awhile) The whole academy was quiet, or as some students of the academy say, namely Adam, was that it was simply waiting; Waiting for its next event. Waiting for another kidnapping. Waiting for something to happen. To be quite frank, it was boring. Not that the academy wants some bloodthirsty, vengeful assassin to strike once again, it's just that...it was simply terrifying that nothing had happened in weeks. Shadow could be inventing some new type of torture, or planning her next blood bash. Claire could also be planning on how to catch the assassins and banish them from the once peaceful Animalia Academy. But nobody knew. No one knows what's happening or what will happen.
Adam was perched up in a pine tree, in his animal form, a hawk. He had been sitting there for quite awhile now, almost...let's see...2 days, maybe? Yeah, that seems right. Well, he hadn't been sitting there, not moving. Adam had just lived in the forest as a hawk, hoping the assassins will never find him. Even though Opal had blessed him and his girlfriend, Rosemary, with their own "safe haven" that was underground and password protected, Adam still didn't feel safe from them. Probably because he had been assaulted and kidnapped by two assassins. For the first time in forever (,'  ) Adam transformed back into a human, and leaned back against the trunk of the tree and sighed. He looked down at his clothes, which was the same thing he wore two days ago: a black & red plaid flannel shirt, black jeans, and black converse. Except, all of what he was wearing, was covered in dirt and torn. I guess that's the consequence of being a hawk for two days straight. Soon he heard crunching. By instinct, he quickly changed back into a hawk, thinking that it could be an assassin. But instead of quiet and quick steps, the way assassins would walk, it was regular, normal-paced steps. Then he heard her voice. Adam heard the sweet and playful voice of Rosemary. On the verge of tears, the hawk swiftly flew down, and sat in front of Rosemary, hopefully stopping her. The hawk turned its head at Rosemary, and blinked. In just a second, the hawk transformed into its human form: Adam. Honestly, he looked like he had been beaten up bad. Adam waved slightly, and softly said, "Hi, Rosemary."(wow i wrote a lot) |
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Sept 6, 2015 17:07:37 GMT
| Yes very true :3 |
She stopped in sentence when she heard the noise of a winged creature flying. Maybe I should chase after it, Rosemary thought about her cat form, who had been neglected recently. I suppose for her being human was better than being an animal.
Rosey wiped her tears away from her eyes and cheeks. When she opened her eyes again, she saw Adam. The one she had not seen in forever had suddenly come to see her. Was he just as bored as she was, or just as grateful as she was to see her significant other again? She morphed into her cat form and nuzzled his ankle. Rosemary looked up at him and hoped for a smile, however when she looked at him she saw ripped clothes and filth all over him. With great concern, she morphed into her human form and asked, "Adam, what happened to you? Your clothes are ripped and you're filthy... Did Opal get you?" She attempted to bear-hug him with all her compassion and girlfriendidly-love.
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Post by Adam Griffin on Sept 6, 2015 21:53:17 GMT
(i swear my muse is gonna go down a whole lot)
Adam's dark brown eyes twinkled as he smiled down at Rosemary, who was now in her cat form. When she transformed back into a human, she had the same concerned face that always made the pit of Adam's stomach turn. The same face that made him want to hug her, and tell her that everything was going to be okay.
"Adam, what happened to you? Your clothes are ripped and you're filthy... Did Opal get you?"
Adam's smile softened, and became less enthusiastic. He rubbed the back of his neck, and looked down. "Well, I've just been hiding out in the forest...as a hawk...for a couple days..." Adam's voice became more and more quiet as he finished the sentence, hoping Rosemary wouldn't hear the part about him being alone in the forest for a couple of days. He still accepted her hug, hoping he could reassure her. "I'm sorry I haven't seen you in so long."
(wow nvm)
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Post by Opal Strole on Sept 15, 2015 1:02:09 GMT
Worse than heartbreak;
Worse than grief;
Worse than a bullet to the gut - and that's something she had felt before;
Worse than anything she had ever felt before, was this guilt that forced her to keel over and vomit ever waking hour. The guilt that demanded her tears, demanded the regret, demanded she relive every thought, every word, every murder. The guilt that enveloped her in paralyzing confusion. The guilt that made her attempt amends from a distance, where she couldn't cause more wounds. This was the consequence of vengeance. This was Opal's fate.
Many, many days had passed since Shadow has last been seen or heard from because of this. Opal had eaten her first meal in a week that morning, and her body was still convulsing from the effort. Her usually perfectly straight black hair was slightly tangled and oily, her clothes was not a sleek black jumpsuit but a pair of tattered, dirty jeans and a plain gray sweater. And her face was not of discipline or dignity, but what a scolded dog would look like.
She heard her name off in the distance, a trick from her training as an assassin. She didn't like it, but she felt drawn to the sound, and she came up quietly over the ridge of the snowy hill in time to see the two lovers whom she hurt in an embrace.
Opal was not injured and yet she fell to her knees as a silent tear slid across her cheek as a chilling reminder of what she caused. Only a soft murmur of "Help" was spoken as she let herself fall to the ground, wishing for it all to be over.
|OMG this post please let it be okay for this thread to still be open. I plan on ending the plot here and now in this thread. Maybe the site will be revived if Opal is gone *cries*|
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Sept 25, 2015 1:13:50 GMT
"Well, I've just been hiding out in the forest...as a hawk...for a couple days..."Rosemary's eyes widened like saucers. "A couple days?!" Rosey panicked. "You must have lost your sanity! What have you eaten? Who have you encountered? Did anyone hurt you? My poor Adam, you..." She sniffed and tried hard to hold back tears. She hugged him tighter than she ever had before. "I'm sorry I haven't seen you in so long." "Adam, it only matters that you're here now, and in one piece." She smiled and attempted to hold his hand. "I really do hope you've been safe. If you want we can go get dinner, on me."Due to her cat senses, Rosemary heard leaves crunch. She couldn't tell if it was far away or not, but she felt it was near. Her ears twitched and she looked over towards the woods. "I heard something," She exclaimed. She morphed into her cat form (she looked something like this) and ran over to the nearest tree in the direction she had heard the noise from. Then Rosemary heard a soft voice- "Help"
She ran fast in the direction she heard it from, leaves crunching beneath her. It wasn't long before she saw a person had fallen. Long, tattered black hair. A grey sweater that smelled a little weird. Dirty jeans. Rosemary instantly thought of Claire, but why would Claire be out in the woods looking like this? Then she recognized it was Opal. Rosey morphed into her human form. "Adam!" She yelled. "Help! Opal needs help!" She attempted to shake Opal. "Opal? Hello?" |
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Post by Adam Griffin on Sept 26, 2015 0:03:48 GMT
"You must have lost your sanity! What have you eaten? Who have you encountered? Did anyone hurt you? My poor Adam, you..."
Adam flinched slightly as Rosemary hugged him tighter, tighter than ever before. Instead of pulling away, he hugged her tighter as well, hoping to put her heart at ease. "I've managed to fit in with my surroundings. Don't worry, love." he whispered softly into Rosemary's ear.
"I really do hope you've been safe. If you want we can go get dinner, on me."
Adam's soft smile had grown into bigger smile, hearing an indirect invitation for a date. "Dinner sounds awesome." accepted Adam. He noticed Rosemary's attempt to hold his hand, and he took her hand into his own, intertwining his fingers with hers.
It didn't matter though, Rosemary had said that she had heard something, and in seconds, morphed into her cat form. Not wanting their interaction to end this soon, he morphed back into his familiar hawk form, and followed Rosemary a short distance behind.
However, Adam wasn't prepared for what he was about to see.
The soft voice of - "Help" - gave him a hint of what might come next. It was not long until Rosemary, still in her cat form, ran in the direction of the voice. Adam started to fly higher into the sky, getting a better view of where she was heading towards.
"Adam! Help! Opal needs help!"
Swiftly, Adam flew down to Rosemary and Opal, and saw how terrible Opal looked. She looked fatigued, dirty, and it almost looked as though she had been crying. Adam didn't know what to feel, whether it's happy that Opal had gotten what she deserved, or if he should feel empathy for how bad she must feel. Being the kind and forgiving person Adam is, he decided to feel empathy for the what-now-seems retired assassin.
Alongside Rosemary, he started to shake Opal's side, hoping to wake her.
(dang my muse will never go down *violently celebrates* )
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Post by Opal Strole on Sept 26, 2015 0:57:31 GMT
|No, your post was great, Mabel | Those voices... Where were they? Everything felt like a deja vu; the sound of those people, the feel of the snow on her cheek, the distraught in every word...
It was Death. Yes, that's what it was. Death had arrived, and it was taking another soul, and Death didn't care if it was a soul shrouded in light or a soul purged out of darkness; Death took all souls. And Death was the executive of Fate, who led Souls down the path of their demise. Opal had seen it, seen Death in the eyes of her victims, and she had praised herself for that look. Now, Death played on her own pupils.
Opal longed for death and the embrace of finality. She wanted to be cloaked by that stillness, that peace, and no matter where it took her, she would accept it, because any Hell she would be sent to would be better than the one she was living.
She didn't want to. She didn't want to wake up, but her body resisted her pull on the darkness. Her senses flooded again with the reality of the world, and Opal's tears slid down her cheeks as she remembered it all again, and again, and again.
Rosemary was there. She looked so frail, so determined to make others feel alright in place of her own horrible past. That was Opal's work. And Adam was crouching beside her as well, a somewhat distraught and confused boy, a broken Adam. That was Opal's work. And as the world spun so did her heart as she reached up with all ten shaking fingers and tried to take Rosemary's and Adam's hands in her own, her gaze vacant and between the two. "I'm sorry."
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Sept 26, 2015 7:06:03 GMT
| Oh my narwhals we are all MLG RPers  | The sunlight cracked in through the forest trees and Rosemary saw shiny tears sliding down Opal's cheeks, almost as if they were secret ninjas themselves. Rosemary's stomach tied in a knot. Why was the once fearless assassin breaking down? Rosey reluctantly grasped Opal's hand. Her fingers were shaking. Was Opal falling ill? "I'm sorry."Rosemary tried to keep calm, but inside she was a little nervous. Had Opal killed someone else, or was she regretting her actions? No, she would never do that. All killings and attacks were to be finalized in the assassin's world, or at least by how Rosemary saw it. She tried to hug Opal. "You better accept my friendship now, if you're apologizing for your attacks and murders." Rosemary grinned. She hoped Opal knew she was joking, however despite all the trauma Opal had caused, Rosemary still had a piece of her that wanted to befriend the assassin. She felt the killer deserved another shot at living life the right way. But there was another conflicting part of Rosemary that believed Opal would stay the same. After all, Rosey had given Opal the chance at being friends before, and she had declined. What if the assassin wanted things to be mutual? |
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Post by Adam Griffin on Sept 26, 2015 14:56:28 GMT
(omg i woke up early today my muse is not that high, but let's see how this goes)
As the sunlight found its way towards the clearing, it opened a new curtain of reality. Adam now saw the tears that were streaming down Opal's cheeks, and soon felt a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach: guilt. He wasn't exactly sure what he was guilty about, was he feeling guilty on the assassin's behalf~or possibly the thought that Opal could have been in the forest for a while, along with himself, and that Opal wouldn't have turned out this way if Adam knew about her current condition, and took care of her inside his and Rosemary's secret hideout.
"I'm sorry."
A lump formed in Adam's throat, beckoning for tears to fall freely upon his face. Adam had a general idea why he wanted to cry, but inside his head, there was a ongoing rant about if he should really feel this way, even though Adam himself had made the descision a while ago.
Adam. She nearly killed you. Pour l'amour de Dieu, THIS HAPPENED TWICE TO YOU. BOTH UNDER HER COMMAND. Seriously, guy, even I'm not on board with this.
Adam tried to clear his head, by inhaling, then exhaling. When he noticed Opal reaching for his hand, Adam smiled softly, then took hold of her hand.
"You better accept my friendship now, if you're apologizing for your attacks and murders."
Adam chuckled softly at Rosey's facetious joke, but still stayed silent.
(YASS HONEY MY MUSE WON'T GO DOWN *nearly kills self by celebrating* )
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Post by Opal Strole on Sept 27, 2015 23:52:16 GMT
|*Backs away slowly*|
Somehow, Rosemary's embrace sent a chill through Opal's spine. Her warmth and her life engulfed the darkness of Opal's struggling soul, whom wished with all her heart that she could edit the past.
"You better accept my friendship now, if you're apologizing for your attacks and murders."
Opal didn't think she had any strength left, but apparently she had enough to wince noticeably. She knew Rosemary didn't mean to be completely and bluntly rude, and that's not what it would have sounded like under different circumstances, but Opal was numb to all humor at the moment, and thought Rosemary was scolding her. The memory of Opal's rejection of Rosemary's friendship came back to her like a bolt of electricity-
"Look, I... I... I know this sounds really crazy after all you did to me, but I'm willing to give you another shot. I'm... I'm not the killing type, you can probably already tell. But I think we could be friends. I won't betray you, I won't reveal your real name, I promise. And I will not break that promise. Please, Opal, let's just be friends."
"You... but I... After all the things I said. All the things I did... and I... Adam... And Damian.. and... W-why would you protect me? I can't even stop m-myself!"
"I forgive you. Even the most murderous people can be forgiven. I protect you because I see potential in you, and I know you can change. Opal, at the bottom of your heart I can tell you... you... you have kindness. That's something I used to have and now I lost it."
"I've killed so many.. The person I once was is g-gone, with my father, who und-doubtfully killed hundreds, like me. Thank you. But I can't be your friend, as much as I want to. I can't though. I need to get vengeance for my father. And... If you tell anyone my true identity... I-I will.. I will kill you, and... And Adam."
Another chill swept throughout Opal's body, and she closed her eyes against the pain. "Only if it is your heart's true desire..." Opal stated blankly, her eyes drowned in hurt as she looked back up into the eyes of her first victim.
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Oct 1, 2015 4:04:18 GMT
| FLASHBACK TIME *turns on strobe lights and does the nae-nae*|
The red-head looked at Opal, then at Adam, and then Opal again.
Opal snarled and, in a swift motion, had slid the knife across Rosemary's arm, a good half-inch deep, not caring if blood dripped on the carpet. Returning the knife to the girl's throat, she yelled, "I said, WHAT DID YOU SAY!?" Of course, Opal knew exactly what Rosemary said, but she needed to teach her a lesson about talking behind Shadow's back. "I thought we could be friends in some ways, but some kitty needs to be potty trained!"
A high-pitched shriek was released when Rosemary felt a sharp pain in her arm. "I JUST MADE A STUPID JOKE, ALRIGHT?" She screamed. Rosemary was pissed at Shadow now, and she wanted to fight, but she was just a pink-haired coward. She started crying heavy tears. "Just let me go! I want to see Adam!" She screamed, crying, tears streaking her face. Rosemary wanted to see Adam more than ever, and she wanted to go. Back to her dorm at the Academy, back to happy times. She would never step foot in the forest again, she vowed to herself in that moment.
One tear slid down Rosemary's cheek, then another one on her other cheek. Her stomach tied in a knot and she felt like she was going to vomit. But she plastered a smile on her face and tried to forget, though forgetting was hard, and the days were long and cold.
"Yes. It's what I want."
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Post by Adam Griffin on Oct 3, 2015 0:18:22 GMT
(im super sorry if this post doesn't match my recent high-muse posts)
Adam had the same feeling of doubt in his stomach. Was he really making the right decision? Was befriending the infamous Opal, aka Shadow, the right and humble answer? Adam started to tense up as memories started flooding in.
Holding the knife by the blade, Opal watched the beating wings and, at the right moment, threw it accurately and quickly at astonishing speeds right towards Adam's right wing.
Adam woke up tied to a pole, confused. "Wh-what is this place?" pondered Adam in a tired voice. Then he saw the assassin who stabbed his wing. "Y-you! Y-you've kidnapped Rosemary! W-what're going to do with me?" asked Adam. Opal smiled as the boy came to consciousness, and with somewhat a ferocity in his tone. "Don't be unfair; I set Rosemary free, didn't I? I only gave her a little scratch because she disrespected me. I want from you exactly what I wanted from your pitiful little girlfriend,"
Opal rolled her eyes and slowly, painfully, drew the edge of the knife along Adam's arm, not deep, but still enough to leave a bit of blood welling out.
Holding the knife still again, she drew the blade into the wound on Ada- er, Mada's shoulder, laughing in a low key.
Internally, Adam cringed as each memory of Opal injuring him continued. He started to rub on the scars that were left on his wing, nearly starting to cry.
All Adam wanted now was to forget.
Wearing a half-fake half-real smile, Adam nodded, and replied, "It's what we want."
(*cries because the post is only long cause i copied and pasted* D: )
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Post by Opal Strole on Oct 3, 2015 15:44:12 GMT
The tears continued as Opal gazed between them, between her two friends. It felt like nothing had changed, and yet like everything had, all at the same time. Opal was aware that the two, let alone anyone else, would ever truly consider her a friend - perhaps Rosmary, but - no one would ever confide in her like a true friend. That's okay, She thought, slightly sullen. It's okay.
The girl's mouth moved, trying to form words, but it was too much work, so she simply closed her eyes and laid in the snow, half conscious. It felt like she was laying there for days, when really it was only a minute or so before she came back to the world again. "Thank you," Opal stated, her voice cracking. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Again she sat quiet, then, making sure it was obvious, slid her hand into her pocket. "R-Rosemary, I have something I want you to.. to have, Okay?" She withdrew her hand, closed in a fist, and lifted it up to her... her friend. Opal then attempted to drop the object - a black key with a simple red S on it's handle - into Rosemary's already-extended hand (from when she was holding Opal's hand).
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Oct 3, 2015 17:10:36 GMT
| OOH SNOW |
Rosemary pitied Opal and took the key from her. The red S engraved in the handle made Rosemary wonder for a moment what it stood for- then she remembered S for Strole... Right? Or was it S for "Slaughterer"? S for "Slayer"?
Or, S for "Sorry"?
"Thank you, Opal." A tear crawled down Rosey's cheek as she smiled at the small token. "But what is this key for exactly?"
She looked at Adam for his opinion on what the key was for, and what the S stood for.
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Post by Adam Griffin on Oct 4, 2015 2:15:40 GMT
(its the key to her heart accept it rosemary)
"Thank you, thank you, thank you."
Adam's smile slowly faded into a softer smile, and nodded, happy that he and Rosemary were now known as friends to Opal. "R-Rosemary, I have something I want you to.. to have, Okay?" Adam looked down at Opal's pale hand, holding some kind of friendship token. As soon as Rosemary held it in her hand, Adam scooted closer to her to get a better look at the object: A black key with a red "S" on the handle.
Adam's eybrows furrowed, confused on what the S stood for. The most logical answer was "Strole", Opal's last name. But, why would she give that to Rosemary? Perhaps it unlocked something...
"Does...it unlock something?" questioned a confused Adam.
(ohh now i know what it unlocks...)
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Post by Opal Strole on Oct 4, 2015 3:16:09 GMT
She could take it back before they got too curious, her black inside thought. She could just say it was just a little token with no real meaning, just a keepsake. No, I'm not going to let it be like that anymore! Her consciousness demanded.
Get rid of those thoughts, get rid of them , gone gone GONE!
Opal smiled, a faltering smile, but a smile nonetheless. The S was definitely not what they thought it stood for. "Well, actually it's to lock something, not unlock it," Opal stated in response to Adam first. Struggling to sit up further, Opal took a breath against the wave of nausea that came then. She answered Rosemary next. "It's for Shadow."
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Oct 5, 2015 5:10:25 GMT
A wave of disappointment flooded through Rosemary as she learned what the S stood for. It stood for Shadow. Not slaughterer, not slayer, not sorry, not Strole, but Shadow. Rosemary couldn't piece together Opal's mind- it was a puzzle thay couldn't fix. If Opal was breaking down, apparently feeling guilty of all her crimes, why was she giving her first victim a reminder of her murderous personality? Rosey wanted to start a forest fire and chuck the key into it. She didn't want a permanent reminder of who her new friend used to be.
"O... Oh." Her disappointment wasn't leaving. Rosemary looked to Adam with tears filling her eyes and running down her cheeks. I wonder if Adam's thinking what I'm thinking. If he's thinking this key is a permanent reminder of suffering and havoc.
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Post by Adam Griffin on Oct 6, 2015 2:00:18 GMT
"O... Oh."
Oh was right. Adam wasn't expecting that at all. The same feeling of paranoia and fear washed over Adam, much like the ocean over a sandy beach; The wave will come, then leave, then come, then leave.
Adam felt his head drop, leaving it hanging, and looking towards the snowy forest floor. Was this supposed to be a joke? Right after they made their friendship official, Opal just gave them, "a key to Shadow,". Was this supposed to be the reminder of what she did to them? Or was it to make sure to lock Shadow away, and let Opal come out, and would they have to lock her away physically or emotionally?
Adam looked over to Rosemary, and saw tears running down her cheeks. Wanting to comfort her, he scooted closer to her, and attempted to wrap one of his wings and an arm around Rosemary's shoulder. "What...exactly is it supposed to lock...that relates to Shadow...?" asked Adam, cautiously curious about the black key.
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Post by Opal Strole on Oct 6, 2015 2:07:07 GMT
"I'm sorry," Opal said, truly upset that she had hurt her new friend. Hanging her head a touch, which was much more relaxing than keeping upright, Opal let the two ponder.
"What...exactly is it supposed to lock...that relates to Shadow...?"
The world was laughing. Heart thudding from all that she had endured and the fear of how they must be looking at her, Opal looked back up, her blood-shot eyes looking in the direction of her base, where a new set of iron bars stood.
She gulped in nervous unease. "Well.. Me. All of me.." she said simply, licking her lips out of habit. "Rosemary, it's- it's for my prison..."
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Post by Rosemary Jackson on Oct 15, 2015 2:52:35 GMT
Rosey's eyes widened like saucers. Opal... Opal was going to jail? Half of Rosemary knew it was for all the crimes she had committed- murders, tortures. And that half of Rosemary also thought Opal being locked up was for the better. No one would be kidnapped, or tortured, or murdered. Everyone at the academy would finally be safe- or at least, safer than they were before. On the other hand, the other half of Rosemary thought it was unjust for Opal to go to prison. Opal was her friend, and Rosey knew the lead assassin was already feeling regretful. It was the end- couldn't the antagonist have a somewhat happy ending, too?
A boiling rage built up inside of Rosemary. She stood up and screamed at the top of her lungs as she hurled the black key with all her strength. It flew about
twenty feet, then landed on the forest floor with a soft crunch.
"Opal... I know you, and you know me, and we both know I can't lock you up after what we've been through." Rosemary knelt back down next to Opal. "I... I just can't." A tear rolled down her cheek and she smiled a small, soft, kind grin.
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Post by Adam Griffin on Oct 25, 2015 22:42:50 GMT
(and here is the part where my muse goes down)
Adam shivered at the thought of being locked up in a cell. He didn't have claustrophobia, he just hated being confined to a small area or even the idea of it. He even felt this way if others had...or even wanted...to be locked up. So, of course, hearing Opal's wish of being locked up made him want to shrivel up and die in a hole.
The 5'1" male was so focused on trying to be okay, he flinched as Rosemary shrieked and threw away the black key.
"Opal... I know you, and you know me, and we both know I can't lock you up after what we've been through."
Adam smiled sympathetically, and nodded. "You may have done some things wrong, some things you can't really forgive yourself for. But just know that we both forgive you from the depths of our hearts." Adam insisted.
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Post by Opal Strole on Oct 25, 2015 23:41:14 GMT
Watching the key fly away, Opal felt a sense of deja vu. She had once wanted to do the same to it, but she had grown to accept that it was required for the survival of this unique sub-species of human. Swallowing her cry, Opal turned and gazed into Rosemary's eyes, vaguely hearing Adam's words.
"I know..." Opal whispered, her face cringing in misery. "But I can't forgive myself. Please... Please do this one thing for me..." Opal bowed her head, a chill rocking her body. She only wanted to go back to her... prison, and weep on the couch.
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) Adam transformed back into a human, and leaned back against the trunk of the tree and sighed. He looked down at his clothes, which was the same thing he wore two days ago: a black & red plaid flannel shirt, black jeans, and black converse. Except, all of what he was wearing, was covered in dirt and torn. I guess that's the consequence of being a hawk for two days straight. 
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