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04 September 2011 @ 10:04 pm
Julia looks when she smells a person who is edible as opposed to off limits because, as you know, the Others are not allowed to eath other Others. It is frowned upon and Julia had no desire to be a social pariah for violating this particular taboo. However, the tantalizing presence of fair game so close to home base was too much to ignore, so like her fellows, she found herself tracing the progress of

She wanted to eat him and this was okay. She tries to eat him.

He is very surprised and unhappy.

Luckily for him, it does not work.

Julia is sad because she was not able to eat the person she wanted to, and she was very hungry. But no one cares what Julia thinks. Julia is an NPC. The opinions of NPCs are always discarded unless convenient for the furthering of plot. We have no further use for Julia.

Let us continue, gentle reader, to the main happenings as they unfold. Hark, our hapless edible has had another encounter, this time, with a playable character.

c) RUN

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28 November 2008 @ 11:42 pm
Ellis was out of control. He’d been this way since Henry, since he'd come across the sweetest blood he'd ever tasted. Or maybe not ever - maybe the reason he craved it so much was because of its very familiarity, because he'd lived with it for months and years in college and somehow never noticed that it was good to eat.Collapse )
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27 September 2008 @ 10:49 pm
...yeah. Let me just say that this prompt went through a radical change very recently.

Alecto Crabtree is charming, well-mannered, handsome, more than desired by every single family in Italy.Collapse )
25 September 2008 @ 11:24 am
I've been away from here far too long. Miss me?

(And for once, not a music post. Also, it doesn't actually make any sense because I by nature don't make any sense. Also, I have an exam in one hour. This is apparently how I cope.)

(Prompt)FIC: On the Backs of Our Apostles
It's in all the times there was nothing to say because there was too much to say, in the smell of gasoline and iron and wine and all the times he thought: "there's a moral about this one here, somewhere". (Alecto / Ellis / "Assumptions")

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12 September 2008 @ 12:37 am
In which Justin does nothing but talk and Ellis kind of just SITS there... Yeah... Also, there's always surprises buried in those old profile/applications...

“I’m not entirely sure how such things are conducted at Umbrella these days.”Collapse )
28 August 2008 @ 12:04 am
I am apparently incapable of writing a prompt of only a few sentences. Brevity is the soul of wit, which means...yeah, I suck, XD.

Mark isn’t exactly sure when it started...Collapse )