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With a laugh, Samuel shrugs. “It’s something I guess, maybe manifest but I doubt that’d work in here.” Velia shakes her head despite the notion being negative she meant that as an agreement. “Not work.” She says confirming this. Without any real ideas left they seemed a bit mentally hollow.
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Lucy nods and giggles following Emmaline’s figure to the fire. A new figure comes into light, another shadowy being at the flames. Sometimes if she squinted, Lucy could tell what color a fire was. It was nice to see something that’s not as traumatic. She goes for he figure loudly stepping to get their attention and then asking loudly but sweetly, being as careful as possible to not sound condescending,
“Excuse me?! Would you mind sharing the fire?!”
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Lucy hear’s the distant crackle and imagines it’s warmth…. “Listen, Emmaline there’s a fire somewhere that way” she points vaguely. “It’s really cold so maybe whoever’s there is nice enough to share!!” She says optimistically beaming, the scars cross crossing her lips show vividly when she smiles like this.
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Lucy looks over her figure, “Well I think no matter what someone can be okay, even if I don’t understand everything…and I dont, I think it’s good you’re not clear to me,mi know it’s bad to see.” She ramble explains looking up clearly, hoping that her pitch black eyes with no iris of whites would be a give away.
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Lucy blinks, weapon? Her axe lay against her back. “Um here, I’m not exactly holding anything but I’ll drop it anyways.” She attempts to smile pulling the axe out and setting it in the snow, it glints slightly. “So are you okay?” She asks innocently.
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Darkened flames draw Lucy’s attention but those flames didn’t worry her as much as the help calling to her from the one sitting in the snow she watches the distant flicker of black transfixed for a moment before shaking her head to remind herself what was going on.
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Lucy looks around coming to the voice and squinting at the darker shade of black against the constant grey creating a figure….most likely female sitting in what she assumed was snow, due to the temperature. “I’m Lucy Evans, and..I wanna help you.” She says talking to the figure hoping she is looking where their eyes would be. Lucy then turns around rapidly attempting to find shelter where there appeared to be none, no darker shade of a house in this hellish nightmare vision….a few tears of blood fall down her face, she wipes them away staining her exposed hand red for a moment, she looks to her hand in horror, the pale tiny hand streaked in red was hers….she needed to remember what she looked like…
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Velia blinks….concrete….maybe they could break it…she looks to Samuel,
“if all the trees in the forest fall at the same time how far does the sound echo?” Samuel thinks about her question deeply as if calculating,
“quite exactly 1 in 3000…” He says and Velia nods she knew as much, so they just needed to get lucky. Do they keep trying until the luck strikes or do they formulate fu rther…
“let’s try chopping anyways.” She decides, Samuel nods,
“we could try everyone going into the wall at once.” Samuel explains.
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Lucy continues walking forward. Coldness running through her hut she was so glad that finally she was completely blind. That means she didn’t have to worry. A frail voice in the distance is what makes her pause at all and even that is simply a hesitation because she continues walking towards the voice, not like she could help someone freezing to death, likely she’ll begin to freeze to death as well, and when she’s almost dead maybe she’ll finally see herself at least. She’s seen so many dead bodies…so much blood…so much evil….frustrated she continues walking towards where she heard the voice. Looking for any flicker in the cold,icy blackness where it could be distorted darker or lighter depending on the heart of whoever was calling….
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Samuel tries his hardest but anything outside was shut off, no image comes to his mind…not even one. It was alla. Giant game of chance this much seemed apparent, and form all this trying finally through the block he begins to space out into another reality….
Samuel continously screams starring at the place where Velia’s body had vanished to. She was attacked last moment and nothing was helping no one seemed to be of consult, Alex was crying and in frustration Elijah punched the wall. The horror of it all was imprinted on his brain and he probably didn’t realize he was screaming, the others in the room murmured in surprise and grief. Their sad tones bouncing like inaudible voices that once filled his head. When finally he went hoarse, he began to rock, his hands finding his knees and broken sobs breaking out, almost as if in response to the reaction, his brain metaphorically explodes with memories. White hallway memories, and people thrashing in seizures their eyes going white….then some didn’t have the seizures their eyes just clouding over…if Samuel had a mirror he’d watch this happen as it did once upon a time, as the magic memories fill him and the emotions get more and more severe….his eyes clouded more and more….until the bright yellow became pure white. He sat there not looking up as his thoughts get more and more tangled fragmented and complicated. His rocking more severe as noises echo through the room above the murmurs the noises that obviously weren’t real had to be fake…he was strangely aware of how fast he was loosing his mind. Every mental barrier he created exploded at once….who is Samuel without Velia? He didn’t have the answers it her name didn’t make sense in his head the image it brought was wrong, so desperately, he looks to the others now with eyes just like hers…..”Where….is the monster hiding, and how come the closet door is left so open…?” English? He couldn’t remember what that was let alone how to speak it…
“Sam-Sam?” Samuel opened his eyes to Velia looking at him with a worried expression. He hugs her
“oh thank god..”
“How is the water so cold?” She asks her tone very worried.
“….The ice broke off when we tried jumping on the island.” He explained.
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Velia looks up at Dakota in almost slow motion, she seems completely annoyed with such a statement. Almost as if language barriers weren’t the problem, there simply was no words. Finally she screams again. Before anyone can question her she sits down against the wall. Samuel moves next to her, his eyes darting to Alex and Elijah making sure they were okay before he mutters something in Velianese to Velia, he most audible words were “River” “broken” and “red” sounded like a pleasant conversation just based on that….*sarcasm*
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I can’t get in the actual roleplay forum, or…it’s better to say there is no actual roleplay forum.
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Name: Lucillia (Lucy) Rosy Evans
age: 14
looks: She has pitch black eyes with no whites or iris. As if it was only pupil, she cries blood and has very pale skin. She has rosy cheeks and lips making her look very much like a porcelain doll. She’s extremely short, but beign only 14 her growing seems likely still. She is about 5’2 to 5’2 and a half. She has rather long wavy platinum blonde. If you look closely at her lips, she has thin white scars crisscrossing on them. She currently is wearing a black t-shirt with a pink design of a creepy sharp toothed smile, with pink ripped leggings and a black tutu with black ballet flats with bows. Her hair is parted a bit more to the right but not extremely so.
Personality: very happy to lucky sweet innocent and optimistic, at least at first glance. Then, when you look again she’s demented scary and down right terrifying. She isn’t bipolar or anything she really tries to be as sweet as possible to the point that she fears scaring others and or being insensitive. She does enjoy when she gets to be violent but doesn’t encourage violence when not needed. She uses an axe normally, it’s a double bladed battle axe that’s made to be lighter then most weaponry, so she can lift it. She loves to be a bit childish and sometimes you forget she is 14 and not some really tall 7 year old, but others she is oddly mature and wise even, being very outwardly helpful and sweet to those around her.
Abillity: she cannot see things that are good. Her special eyes can only see things that are evil, and because of this her other senses are highly potent, meaning she has extremely accurate hearing, touch, smelling, tasting, and has shown signs of a slight sixth sense, not some sort of foresight but a compulsive urge to help find and support the good around her. Even if she can’t see it she knows it’s good.
Other: a slight fear of hospitals. She has been through ElectroShock Therapy.
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Samuel looks to the dead disappearance in a quick look of fear. He quickly embraces Velia who screams and buries it inside his scarf, which was now back around his neck, his coat still lies on the floor untouched from when it was Velia’s nest. It seemed to be much dryer at least. Samuel attempts to comfort Velia, but he himself is shaken. Drown, left in the dark, and who knows what will happen next.
((If I actually was right on the fear thing, Samuel fears hospitals, not being able to help, and the things he doesn’t know so there’s something to work with, as for Velia, well she fears being alone, sometimes herself, and the things she does know. They’re quite the interesting duo—))
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Velia resists to cover her ears at the sound, now joined by Emmaline and Samuel that’d be both rude and stupid to cover her ears. Samuel seemed to shudder at the sound meaning he heard it too….He can’t hear an audirory hallucination so something truly was scratching . Remembering Emmaline stating she feared the dark a popular saying pops into her head but before she could speak it Samuel provides a psychic translation.
“No one is afraid of the dark, they’re afraid of what lurks inside it…” The fear in his voice was both panic worthy as well as extremely ominous.