Post by ASHE RIVIERA on Sept 1, 2011 17:10:06 GMT -5
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ashe riviera,
twenty, shade, female, sarcastic, bitch, survivor,
XIII || emily didonato
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Answer to the best of your ability...but no one word answers!
[/color][/b]If you could kill anybody in the world and get away with it, who would they be?
Don't be fucking stupid. Death isn't something to joke about, ok? It actually fucking effects people, you piece of shit. What is this? You call this a mother fucking questionnaire? People are so fucking insensitive these days. Jesus fuck, what is wrong with you. Why would you ask this sort of question anyway? You trying to breed fucking psychopaths or something? You know what, you're probably someone who hasn't been experienced the death of a loved one, right? Well i fucking have. So don't ask me a stupid question like this again, or i'll end you. Understood?
If you had the choice to save a person's life, but in return yours ends; would you do it?[/color][/b]
No. No one's worth that. The only person I may have done that for is my brother, and he's dead. Seriously? If you value your life as little as that, then you shouldn't even be alive. Anyway, if the other person had gotten themselves in a position where the only other possible outcome is death, then it's their problem, not mine. We can't all be martyrs here, you know.
What did you get up to last night?[/color][/b]
Last night? Fuck if i know. Don't remember. Well, i know that i started the night with the casual bow and arrow routine.. You know, go into the forest and hunt for some game. Obviously, i don't have to do that any more, but old habits die hard. And, it's the only place i can get some peace and fucking quiet. Like seriously, everyone here is so god damn noisy. Ok, going back to the first question? I wouldn't kill anyone (well, unless they really deserved it) but i'd probably cut off everyone's tongues. That would make me pretty content. Anyway. After hitting some rabbits and a deer, I headed back to my place, then headed to the club. And the rest is history.
Have you ever been in love? If not, do you want to be?
Urgh. This is the most shittest questionnaire in the world. Love, doesn't exist ok? Why else do you think we have this whole.. match shit going on? Love is something made up to soothe the pathetic people in the world that there's a hope for happiness in this lifetime. It's stupid. So no. I have never been in love, and never want to be. Because it's shit. And it doesn't exist. Ever.
I hear you have quite a history. Care to share?
No, i don't. Why should i fucking tell you? I don't know who you are.
..What? You're kidding me. There's no rule like that! Fuck sake, lemme see..
Oh.
Shit.
Fuck.
..Fine.
Well, my parents were pieces of shit who ditched me and my twin brother. So yeah, they were cunts. Don't even remember them, so they don't matter. So basically, it was just me and my twin, and we had to survive the woods. Alone. Which is how i'm so good with my weapons. My survival skills? They kick ass. But, it came with a price. Being alone for most of my life, i prefer it. Being alone, i mean. Not to be over dramatic or anything, but i sorta hate people. Like seriously. Don't even get me started.
Everything was going alright for a while. But then my mark surfaced. I didn't know what it mean, you know? I was uneducated in these things. But my brother knew. God knows how. So he took me to the council, and i became one of them. Unfortunately. You see, being in the council means that i have to interact with people. Which is fucking annoying. I hate most of them.
I'm not going to go into my twin's death. I don't give a shit about the rules, you can't make me. Basically, he fell in love with a girl he shouldn't have. So he committed suicide.
Wanna ask me how i feel about love again?
So, yeah. That's it. Not detailed enough?
Don't give a shit.
Geez, i hear the Council are being bitches these days. Your view on them?[/color][/b]
..Are you fucking stupid? I am the council. I don't like most of them. Call me a bitch, don't care. Most of them piss me off. There's even fucking Angelli's on there for fuck sake. It's a stupid idea. I don't care if i've got a mark. If i don't want to be there, then i shouldn't be. God. This is why i hate people ok. You all suck.
Idea of a perfect date?
I don't date. I don't do anything to do with relationships. It's a waste of space, and time. But if someone wanted to put me in a good mood? Easy. Just ask me to go hunting with you. I'll happily oblige. But mess up my game, and i'll probably shoot you. So actually, thinking about it, don't ask me. Just don't even talk to me.
If your life had a slogan, what would it be?
Hm. Never thought about this before. I guess it would be something like.. Fuck life? Hell if i know. But that would be my attitude about life. Don't give a shit about anything, and just do whatever the hell you like. Life's too short to worry about what people may think about you, you know? Just ignore them. If they don't like you for you, then you don't need them. In my case, I don't need anyone. So yeah. Fuck life.
Your favorite meal?
Don't have one. Just give me an apple and i'm happy. It's probably the only thing i ever really enjoy eating around here. Sure, i hunt meat and shit, but that's only because i need to eat it. Otherwise i'd get all weak and shit, and that's boring. But if i had a choice i'd only eat apples, everyday. They're heaven.
Wow, you have quite a reputation around here. How'd you get it?[/color][/b]
Like you'd love to know. Reputations are so overrated. Anyone with a loud mouth, bold actions and a distinctive face can get a reputation around here. I don't bother with those silly things. Got better things to do, in my opinion.
Do you like your family?
..Are you fucking kidding me? My family is dead. Well, to my knowledge, anyway. With the exception of my twin, i hate my family. Why would i like someone that left me for good? Seriously, if your family ditched you forever, never bothered to contact you again, didn't even give you any foundations to live on, would you like them? No? Didn't fucking think so. Twat.
Good or evil? Which do you choose?[/color][/b]
Evil, i suppose. I'm a shade after all. But still, i have my morals. Like death? I don't believe in killing people, just for the sake of it. You should only kill, if they truly deserve it. In my opinion, i think that evil is just so much more fun. You can get away with so much. Leave the good shit to the fucking Angelli. They're so annoying, jesus christ. If my match is ever an Angelli, i will kick up hell like no other.
So are your sheets being tousled or what?[/color][/b]
No. I'm a virgin, and proud. No one will ever get into my sheets, ok? End of discussion.
If you had to chose, what is your least favorite thing about yourself?[/font][/color]
Oh fuck. Don't know. Probably the fact that i'll never open up to anyone? The fact that i hate everyone? That i only like eating apples and everything else makes me feel sightly sick? Who knows. I don't really like thinking about that kinda shit, ok? Although i'm quite a negative person, i think positive about myself. Otherwise you might get all depressed and all that shit. Seriously, not worth the time. Like always, i got better things to do.
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holy shit, XIII is that you? we haven't talked for over a year! that is just ridiculous.
we should meet up sometime; PM ok?
Show Off;;
[/b][/i][/size][/color]<div align="justify">She felt as if she was in a fucking horror movie.
Lightning grit her teeth, angrily punching the black wall beside her with a loose fist, cursing under her breath as the wall scraped exposed skin. She despised being told what to do. Following orders that she didn't want to. But here she was, stuck in some fucking shitty house, with her fucking friends and 3 fucking psychos, with no way out. Like seriously, what the fuck. None of this felt real; as if they were just like the stupid, predictable, overrated characters in a stupid, predictable, overrated plot of a badly directed gore film. It was fucking stupid.
Why were they even splitting up anyway? That was just the most fucking retarded thing to do. People were vulnerable when they were alone. No one had your back. Fucking hell. It was as if they were all that moronic blonde slut that always appeared in the horror movies; the one that died first because she fucked off from the rest of her friends. Frustrating. So. Frustrating. She felt like screaming at anything and everything; her mind was hectic, trying to shout what to do at a screen showing Lightning's situation. A screen that didn't exist.
That dickhead of a cunt Julian had told them all to find a room. And then one by one, they had all left. 'No,' she wanted to scream at them, 'don't leave! Stay together!' She ran the words over her mind as she walked, not taking care to see where she was going. Why hadn't she said what she was thinking? She was going to.. But she didn't. She couldn't understand. She had a fucking tongue -- 4 words were all that needed to be said; stay in a group. But no. She said no such things, and so here she was now. Fucking alone. Which was just wonderful. Fuck sake.
Lightning carried on down the hall, light blue orbs warily searching for anything that seemed dangerous, the tips of her fingertips just briefly touching the walls beside her.
They were supposed to find a door, then confront their worst fears. Jesus fucking christ. Did they want to be more fucking vague. There were probably hundreds of fucking doors in this fucking house; it would take her hours to find the specific one. And worst fears? She didn't know what they were! How was she supposed to prepare herself when she didn't even know what she was scared of the most. I mean, yes, she had a few ideas of what she feared. But the worst... Well. It couldn't be possible, could it? Lightning absent-mindedly shook her head as she thrust open a black door, peering in to be greeted with vast darkness. Slamming the door back shut, she carried on walking, biting her lip. How did they even know what her fear was? Lightning never told anyone; it was impossible for Julian to know. But somehow-- if somehow they knew..
Cloud?
She drew to an abrupt stop; eyes wide in fear. No. No. Her twin was fine. Per-- no, not perfect; never perfect. But he was alive. They couldn't have.. hurt him, right? Or.. worse? She forced a laugh, the sound empty; echoing off the walls with a hint of worry dragging it away from sounding amused as it should have been. No. They couldn't have killed him. That was murder. Teenagers weren't capa--
Pride. Her line of thought faltered, as she remembered the state of Raea's boyfriend. Running a hand through her hair, she let out a breath of air. Anyone was capable of murder; regardless of age.
Cloud; her brother, her twin. The only person that she trusted, and loved. The only family she had left.
He had to be alive.
She had to get out of here, with her friends, and make sure that Cloud was safe.
Lightning narrowed her eyes; the light blue now sporting a much, much darker edge. New yet grim determination set in her mind, she strode forward, banging open any door she could find. "C'mon," She muttered, her teeth grit, "Where the fuck are you?" She rounded a corner, only to be greeted by a narrow staircase; on the landing above her, she could make out a door that seemed more sinister than the others. This was the one.
She leapt up the stairs, taking two at a time, desperate to get this over and done with. Her feet landed safely on the landing, and she placed a hand on the wall next to her, bending over slightly to catch her breath. Her eyes closed, trying to soothe her nerves at the same time. This was it. She was about to face her worst fears.
Standing up tall, she turned, slowly, to face the door. Hesitantly, she turned her head to the right, and pushed her ear up against the wood, straining to hear anything that could warn her about what she was up against.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock--
Lightning ripped her head away from the door; heart pounding. The sound of a clock. Shit. Fucking mother fuckers. How the fuck did they know? How, the fuck did they know she despised the sound of a ticking clock?
Brows knitted tightly together in concentration, she softly touched the wood, sliding her fingers down to curve into the door handle, gently gripping it, ready to turn. She took a deep breathe. This was it. Now or never.
She opened the door.
Darkness.
Soft ticking from the far off distance.
A shiver crept up Lightning's back. She didn't want to go in. Fuck, she just wanted to turn around and leg it. But that wasn't the rules. And if she wanted to help save anyone, she had to follow the fucking rules. Whether she wanted to or not.
Cautiously, she stepped inside, jumping out of the way just in time as the door slammed shut behind her; cloaking her in darkness, her eyes slowly adjusting to the blackness around her. Where was she? One sense already lost to her, she decided to count on a different one; touch. Reaching out, she rummaged around to see what she could feel, letting out a little gasp as she felt a rough substance that could only be bricks. The gap she was in seemed narrow; how long was this room? Sending a burst of energy to her hand, she felt a burst of energy erupt into her palm, electricity circling itself into a tiny ball; it's light making the perfect lamp.
Ahead, Lightning could only make out more darkness. Making the ball of electricity more contact, she took a step back, before throwing the ball, baseball style. She watched, confused, as the lightning flickered out. There was nothing but more darkness ahead. Was she supposed to walk down this alley? Was that it?
Trying her best to ignore the ticking (because if she didn't, she might have tried to make a run for it) she started to slowly walk down, ignoring the urge to call out. She refused to be like those people in horror films, who shouted if anyone was there. Like the killer hiding behind the door was going to reply. Yeah. Right.
Another electricity ball ready in hand, she continued to make her way down, her figure rigid, fear already setting place. Briefly, she wondered if the others were doing ok. She shook her head; they were fine. Of course they were, they were the fucking bratpack. She couldn't be distracted right now; concentrate on herself and the situation at hand.
Right. Concentrate.
Easier said that fucking done.
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