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TOPIC: Ebony's Short Stories/Poems .:The Burning Building - A Subjects Fanfiction:.


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RE: Ebony's Short Stories/Poems .:In the End - The ending to the Patriots RP:.


Hahahahaha!!! XD Go, go read it!

Well, I actually haven't a clue what she would have said. That's kind of why I didn't actually have her speak through the whole fanfiction. I tried to keep her part to a minimum that way I wouldn't ruin her XD So, if you've got an idea what she said, I'm all ears. The only thing I can think of is that she told him to go live a happy life, or forget her or something like that. She seems like that kind of person, wanting his happiness even when she's gone. Too bad he never got over her DX He's a hopeless romantic that way ;~;

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I am and - oh my gosh, Ebbs - all the feelings I'm having! :C

afsak;fl - that's exactly what I would've made her say! "Take care, live a nice life, name your kid Dex - ta ta for now!" *BOOM* In one of my previous works, it was if Dex blew up that command room by herself towards the end of the roleplay and her thought was that she wanted him to name one of his kids Dex when he had a kid.

Because she expected him to have kids.

Hahahahaha. But she didn't realize poor Ghost Town is a forever kind of guy. :'C

 

edit/ re-reading the roleplay... REMEMBER MARY. THE LITTLE GIRL? IS SHE HIS ADOPTED DAUGHTER. FFFFFFFFF. PERFECT ENDING. BAM. 



-- Edited by Florestadream on Thursday 2nd of August 2012 10:45:17 PM

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okay, then.
unfortunately loving an idiot
who doesn't love me back.
but i'm not falling.
i just kind of...
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Yeah, the poor guy... Only on gal for him, and she just wanted him to be happy after her DX>

Of course I remember Mary DX Problem with that is... Remember in the fanfiction? No one from Outcast survived...

I originally planned for a few refugees to have been evacuated and Ghost Town adopting Mary, but it just seemed to be too happy for the poor guy. Ghost Town's life is a tragedy DX If we had developed the RP further, I may have just kept the little girl around... This is why Ghost Town hates his life. Everyone he ever cared for died D:>



-- Edited by Ebonycloud on Thursday 2nd of August 2012 11:00:51 PM

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Good bye, hopes and dreams... I was hoping that Mary was like the lone survivor, like the little champ she was. ;A; Okay, crying again... See you another day --

Joking-ish aside, I was rereading it, and Dex compared the two of them to a tragedy, and she said the hero always dies and that, if one them dies, she wanted it to be her... fsshhh. Foreshadowing. I made Dex so bi-polar but I really want to write in her point of view again, so badly. So I'm probably gonna scurry off and not do my summer work and relive the good days of the Patriots. And don't worry, Ghost Town. When you die, you'll see Dex again. And she'll kick your butt for being so sad when she told you to be happy. Because she thought that you heard her... Which was an unfortunate event of miscommunication...

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07.08.13

okay, then.
unfortunately loving an idiot
who doesn't love me back.
but i'm not falling.
i just kind of...
am.



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Yeah... I'm a horrible person DX I torture my characters like you wouldn't believe. You should see what I'm doing to my characters Sixteen and Jessie in the Subjects RP. Jessie is the one in my siggie. My and Goldie should have our RP licenses revoked for being such horrible people DX

Poor little Mary! Gah!

Ooooo! I'd love to read the ending from Dex's point of view 8D And yeah, I can totally see her kicking his butt after he's dead. Such a goober for never trying to be happy again. Oh Ghost Town... Why you so silly?

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Honestly, I love making my characters those irritating martyrs that are totally like, "ME ME ME MINE MINE MINE NOW NOW NOW NOW." (Hook reference, there. C; hehe) Actually, I like making mine as realistiv as possible at the moment... Which is difficult because my writing reflects my personality... hehe. C:

And I will definitely write the ending from Dex's point of view. :D Probably just the last scene, though. All the thoughts and feelinggssss. Go.



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okay, then.
unfortunately loving an idiot
who doesn't love me back.
but i'm not falling.
i just kind of...
am.



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Ebony's Short Stories/Poems .:The Burning Building - A Subjects Fanfiction:.


title: The Burning Building: Part 1

genre: Unrequited/Romance/Angst/Alternative Theory

pairing: Eric/Samantha, Narrator/Eric

notes: This isn't canon, but I thought it would be a fun story. (Excuse the grammar/spelling errors)


It wasn't the first time I'd seen him, but he wouldn't have noticed me now even if my hair was on fire. No, not when she was around. Those hazel eyes, that brilliant smile. There's no way that boy would look at me when he had those. It's okay though, someday, he'll be mine. I'm sure of it. At least, I was sure of it. Now I'm not quite so sure. Now that I stare down in to the backyard of his family home where he plays with his three children, I feel a deep sense of dread and longing. He won't be mine, not so long as she is in the world. I want him so bad though, and I find myself willing to do just about anything to get him. Perhaps, I should go back to the beginning. You don't understand why I need him so much, so I guess I'm going to have to tell you.
The first time I met the boy, though he isn't a boy anymore, was when I first joined up with the Better Living Institute. It's not like I had much of a choice mind you, my mother had just gone through a bad divorce, and wanted nothing to do with my father, not that I can remember anything about him. I only found out about him much later. Back to my mother. I look just like her with my rich darker brown hair that flows down to my shoulders and my similarly colored eyes. I look in the mirror, and can see my own beauty, but I know it won't tempt him. Actually, I only know that after I meet him, but that's beside the point. For as long as I've been aware of myself, I've had what you would call fangs. The only way I can describe what I am is something between a vampire and a human-leech. It's not it's cracked up to be though. I'm not immortal, I bleed just like anyone else.
Just like so many others, I have had my past taken from me and replaced with a power that I must learn to use. Unfortunately, mine comes with a rather high price. I won't speak of it now, it didn't matter back then anyway. My power is to get in close to another of my kind, a person with powers, to bite them and take a taste of their blood. Getting woozy yet? Blood is the key, it always has been, especially for powers. The only reason for my fangs is for the extraction of the blood, and I don't need a whole lot to active mine. Getting it though is the dangerous part. The only power I can truly call mine is the short burst of speed I use to get close to my enemies, catch them off guard, and get out of there. As soon as their blood is in my system, they're no match for me. Not only do I have my speed, but I have their powers as well. Not permanently, but for long enough.
Training myself to use my power was difficult, but well worth it. I became an indispensable part of B.L.I., which granted my mother many privileges. I was glad for her, but now I see that it was all nothing but foolishness. She bought in to everything that snake preached. A better tomorrow, a new future, the perfect world. Lies. All of it. I found that out when he burned the number six on to my arm. I saw so much of battle and war from that day on, and I lost faith in myself. How was I supposed to handle death at the age of fifteen? It was madness. Then, I saw him. It was as if a light descended in to my darkness. His blue eyes, his blonde hair, that perfect smile. He wasn't like me, and he certainly wasn't like her. There was a darkness in her heart I could see. Samantha Shepherd. Nothing there but hate and pain. Just like me, but at least I could see the light that boy brought in to that hell.
I watched him, Eric Jackson, every chance I got, was even put on to his team a few times. He saved my life more often than not. Every kind word he spoke to me made me desperate for another. I craved his attention, desperately needing his words. However, his attention belonged on to that [bimbo]. Didn't matter how many times I saved his hide as well, he never looked at me the way he looked at her. That is, until the day I saved her. Surrounded by enemies, and the only way out was to sacrifice someone. So, I did the only rational thing, I would die for him. Okay, so it wasn't so rational, but I had to do something. I grabbed ahold of Samantha's arm, and bit deeply. Of course she cursed me with every horrible name you could think of, but I paid no attention. I then rounded on to Eric, and bit in to him as well, drinking deep of his warm blood. His was different than hers, and I still remember it now. It felt alive, like electricity dancing through my veins. Of course he called me just as many rotten names as she did, but for some reason, his hurt me inside.
I didn't exactly have time to tell them my plan, but forced them to get out. I used their powers for as long as I could. Making barriers to protect myself, crippling the minds of my enemies. I barely managed to get out without dying, though I was badly hurt. I managed to get to the safe house, and that's where I found them. It was the first time he noticed me, and I felt my heart swell with devotion to him.
"Thank you Gwen," he smiled at me, and I felt my heart burn so brightly for him. It was then I believe he noticed me, because he took care of me. Samantha didn't pay much attention to my existance, but Eric bandaged me up, portected me, all because I'd protected her. I would gladly do it all over again if I could just see his eyes glow at me that way again. After that I didn't see him again for a long time. Not until that fateful day years later. I was waiting at one of the B.L.I. outposts for orders on my next mission when the warning alarm went out. I raced through the halls until I was standing outside the "swipe room" and it was then I saw him again. He was unconscious, and he would probably be that way for a while. Anger raced through my veins at the sight of his prone form. They'd taken his memories, as well as Samantha's. Not that I really cared about her, but still. Losing yourself inside your own mind because someone else said that it should be so didn't make it right. Now the boy I fell for was gone, taken away. The light was gone, and all I could think to do was give him a chance to be my light again. I had to get him out. I had to get them out of here. Maybe... Maybe this time he would love me instead.
My mind was made up, this place would not be left standing. It would be nothing but a burning building, and I would save the boy I loved so much.

 



-- Edited by Ebonycloud on Saturday 23rd of February 2013 06:34:25 PM

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