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It all started when a crystal dropped into existence, punched a hole in time and space and landed into the lap of one the most insane men to ever walk the Earth.
At first, the clown didn't know what he had been gifted with, stuck in his cell in Arkham, staring at the reddish purple crystal laying innocently on the dirty stone floor.
And then the voices started, telling him of another universe, talking of power and chaos beyond what he could have ever dreamed.
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LET THEM KNOW WE
WONT BACK DOWN
a marvel/dc roleplay
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Post by umbra on Mar 19, 2013 13:03:45 GMT -5
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i walked across, It began long ago, when darkness, through its deceit captured the hearts of the sons and daughters of light. We looked for light but we found only darkness. We searched for bright skies but walked in gloom. We fumbled like the blind along the wall, feeling our way like people without eyes. We were destined to fall. Even in the brightest days, we stumbled as if it were dark. Among the living we were like the dead. We looked for justice, but it never came. We looked for rescue but it was far from us. |
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somewhere only we know
Michael stood outside the church that a pastor he had met when he visited home for his mother’s funeral worked. It was a small suburban church outside the city. Brick and morter with a steeple and a small cross on top, nothing to different from normal churches. Yet from what he knew from Chris the church wasn’t exactly what he was used to. The fiery preacher, or the overly caring pastor was more of a thing he knew, but what Chris had told him had been different. So here he was looking at it from across the street, stratling his Harley and wondering if he should go in.
Hell, what had he to show God these days in his walk with Him? His death count had mounted up in the weeks before his mother’s death and now that he looked at Harlem what had it actually done? Those who he had taken down, the men, the gangs, they had all been replaced by the smaller ones that Michael had ignored as too small to matter. Now the district was still ravaged and falling apart. What would stop it? More killings? No, that would do nothing but add more weight to his already heavy burden. He needed a different way of doing things. If he was to use his mutant abilities, his GOD GIVEN abilities he needed to find another way. The issue was what was that? What would the other path be?
After thinking about all of this, letting all the confusion and not understanding flood his mind, Michael sighed and stood up from his bike and made his way across the street towards the church. He needed another way, another path. God show me what I need to do, I’m lost and need you Father. His prayer seemed premature, even before he walked into the building, yet as he reached it and open the door he started to wonder what exactly it all represented. A church was just a building where people met to talk about Yeshua right? Then why should his prayer feel so hallow when he wasn’t inside? He really didn’t know who he was anymore did he? Michael couldn’t understand anything he once believed, his first kill and those that came after had torn him from who he had been before, and as he walked through the quiet front room of the church, moving into the rectory he started to sag, his body feeling every bit of how lost and broken he was.
“God what am I? What have I done?!”
[/left] WORDS, TAG, outfit, NOTES SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by KEANE made by ANYA of caution 2.0 [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center] [/quote]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 19, 2013 21:39:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][cs=2][th][atrb=style, background-color: #121212;,true] This Snow Don't Melt Miss Independent,Miss Self-sufficient, Miss Keep-your-distance
| [atrb=width,220px,true] What happened to Miss Independent? No longer need to be defensive
Jordan was alone, she was haunted by the memories of her past, it was the day she lost her mother to her crazy psycho dad, and she had come to the church of her family before everything turned bad. She sat in the back letting the tears of snow fall to the ground. She wanted to fall apart and become the little girl she use to be, the one who loved everyone and the one who lived under the 10 commandments. But the teenage girl was no longer the little brunet girl that everyone loved; she was now the white haired girl that a lot of people feared. The girl herd the door open and she hid herself in a storage closet, she didn’t need anyone calling the cops on her. Jordan peaked the door open only enugh to see the boy who opened the door. He seemed to be just as upset and broken as she was, he asked for god’s help.
Jordan wasn’t sure if there was such thing as god, if there was then why did he allow her dad to kill her mom and her sisters, if there was some all powerful being why did he not show himself in her time of need, this made Jordan a bit angered that the one she loved more than anything when she was a child had abandon yet another person. Jordan made her way out of the closet and looked at the boy. her torn blue jeans and her blue tank top showed just as cold looking as she was. She opened her mouth to say something to the boy but she didn’t want to ruin his time in the building that only held memoires for her. Then it caught her eye a RIP family picture. If it wasn’t enough that she was abandon from god her child hood picture was there with her dead parents on a wall with other pictures of lost friends and family. She made no sound but when to steal the photo so she could burn it later; she just hoped that the boy wouldn’t see her as she walked around him. but she wasn’t quite enough, the boy did notice her and he was quite shocked to see her.
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this post is for TAGS. there are currently 377 words in this post. Jordan is wearing this outfit. Madd is listening to set fire to the rain by Adele. she/he wanted to say these last words: "I set fire to the rain watched it pour." written by KRDZALIC of Caution 2.0. no stealing! |
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Post by umbra on Mar 21, 2013 12:36:36 GMT -5
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i walked across, It began long ago, when darkness, through its deceit captured the hearts of the sons and daughters of light. We looked for light but we found only darkness. We searched for bright skies but walked in gloom. We fumbled like the blind along the wall, feeling our way like people without eyes. We were destined to fall. Even in the brightest days, we stumbled as if it were dark. Among the living we were like the dead. We looked for justice, but it never came. We looked for rescue but it was far from us. |
[/size][/div] to begin,
somewhere only we know
Michael fell to his knees before the pulpit, head in hands as tears start running down his face. He was finally feeling all of it, finally feeling all of the deaths he had caused. He could see them all in his mind, each time he brought down his swords, or buried a knife into someone’s chest. He saw the life leave their eyes. What had his favorite line in Troy been? When Achilles talked about his dreams, he had said that he saw every man he had killed, waiting for him on the other side of the river Styx with arms out welcoming him as a brother. That’s how he felt right then as sobs began to rack his body.
“God, save me. What am I anymore? I have killed so many I feel like I have lost my very soul. Please help me!!” His words sounded like screams to his ears. Yet he really didn’t know how loud he was speaking, hell he could be whispering, but every admission felt like a stab in the chest. Like he was condemning himself to death with every single word.
“I let them die; I didn’t try to help them even if I hadn’t killed them. I saw them as the reason why Harlem was on fire, why people there are so scared. Eventually though I started seeing it was my fault Father. Families were burying the children because I was killing them in the name of justice. I was hurting sons and daughters because they’re fathers had made a wrong choice. This wasn’t what I wanted, I just wanted to help people with the abilities you gave me. Instead I’m ending lives and hurting more people then I was saving.” He started rocking back and forth looking back up at a cross that hung behind the pulpit on the wall. So many people looked to these when they thought of God. Yet in his mind he looked at it as a symbol of the release of struggle at the feet of Yeshua.
As He thought about all of this he started to hear what sounded like moving to his left. He hadn’t looked around the sanctuary before he had fallen apart but he thought it had been empty. Maybe That guy Christ was here? If anyone was there he needed to get himself together, he couldn’t allow many people to know what he had done or he might end up in jail, and that really was NOT what he needed right then.
Michael stood up slowly and looked around until his eyes stopped on a white haired girl trying to hide. He cleared his throat and whipped his eyes.
“I’m, I’m sorry…I uhh…I didn’t know anyone else was here…”
[/left] WORDS, TAG, outfit, NOTES SOMEWHERE ONLY WE KNOW by KEANE made by ANYA of caution 2.0 [/td][/tr][/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Deleted on Mar 21, 2013 15:59:25 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][cs=2][th][atrb=style, background-color: #121212;,true] This Snow Don't Melt Miss Independent,Miss Self-sufficient, Miss Keep-your-distance
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Jordan was caught. The boy noticed her, now what should she do. “no no its ok, I was just leaving, I won’t tell your secret, besides it sounds like I have the problem with killing as well.” Normally Jordan would have just walked away but there was something she felt she should say to help calm this broken boy. She couldn’t find the words or any action to make. How was she going to make him feel better when she herself was broken. Then she remembered what her mother told her when she was small, the young girl thought that that is what she should say. She figured her mother was the smartest lady on earth, well until she was dead but again another story for another day. “God forgives even the wicked, all you have to do is ask for forgiveness and ask him if you can walk with him, prey to him confessing you have sinned.” She didn’t understand why she was trying to give him advice when she didn’t do that herself. Jordan believed with all her heart that she was alone, that the once beloved god had forgotten her and abandons her, which was one reason she was a bad kid, no one needed or wanted her but the brother hood. The young girl made her way to the door. It was time for her to leave before anything to life threaten happened to anyone. leaving small ice patches as she walked Jordan put her hand on the door to leave.
“I’m sure God hasn’t left you yet, you seem like the type of person who he loves.” With that said Jordan pushed the door open feeling the cool air on her face when I should have been warm made the young girl frown. “I wish you the best of luck.” So with that said the white haired girl looked out side the door. Jordan didn’t know how to socialize with anyone. ! | | [cs=2][atrb=width,450px,true] So, by keeping her heart protected She’d never ever feel rejected Little Miss Apprehensive I said ooh, she fell in love
this post is for TAGS. there are currently # words in this post. Character Name is wearing this outfit. Alias is listening to song name by artist. she/he wanted to say these last words: "quotequotequote." written by KRDZALIC of Caution 2.0. no stealing! |
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FORUM SKIN BY KATYA OF GANGNAM-STYLE
do not steal
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