I was hoping this could be a fantasy one because that's what I generally do. I am not a fan of horror.
Also I kinda wanted to play with this with a boy, but if you are a girl that can play a boy easily that would work too.
If we are doing fantasy the I was hoping we could do like a pirate one. Argh.
(May I join as Orange? My example paragraph is below):Orange layed on a patch of dry leaves and thought about her life. She was categorized by people everywhere. "Oh look at that orange pumpkin". They would say. They recognize pe that it was orange not that is was a pumpkin. She thought about if it would be better if there were no colors just black and white . But she wiped that thought out of her mind just as quickly as it appeared. If there were only black and white they would be constantly fighting. If everything was white there would, be no darkness. But if everything was black all there would be was darkness. She sighed. That's how it is and that's how it always will be.
Mikasa heard the screams of the agents, the spattering of blood and the thumping of bodies on the floor. She could feel her breath catching in her throat as a feeling of utmost fear flooded throughout her body. What was going on? Her good eye managed to just barely open as her blurry vision caught sight of a figure near her now, seeming to be facing her with two swords. "E....E....ros......" She managed to gasp this out. It was him. She could feel it. But, at the same time, she felt like it wasn't him. Eros wouldn't kill this many people so easily. At least, not now. Not after everything that had happened.....would he? She tried to remember times where his eyes had changed to red. He had gotten pretty scary, but she didn't remember him doing anything. She did, however, remember what happened at he warehouse before they came on the Helicarrier. But he had seemed regretful of it afterwards, when he had found out what he had really done.
But he was just staring at her. She could just faintly hear his heavy breathing, and his stature seemed defensive and tense. Was this really Eros? Her battered body was trembling, from both pain and fear as her mind flipped through all the possible scenarios that could be happen. Some of the scenarios she was imagining....was not good for a partner to be imagining it about the other. His stance, his breathing and his seemingly unwavering appearance...was he going to kill her too? She knew the real Eros would never do that, but was this the real Eros? This figure seemed completely different. It was not the alien that hated fighting and bloodshed and avoided it as much as he could unless it was necessary. She couldn't help but feel the fear inside of her, though a small voice told her that it was okay. That Eros would never do that. But she had her doubts. She hated those doubts.
A black t-shirt that says follow your dreams in a sparkly violet color and a light pair of jeans.
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