City of Ashes RP ~~Players Needed~~

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(Hey guys. I'm not going to be on for a while. I've spent too much of my time on here, and it's kind of getting in the way with my family time and time spend reading my bible. So, I think I'm going to stay off it for at least a few days. :) anyways, I'll probably be on later next week for so. So, don't expect me to reply to any posts for the next few days. :D cya.)
 
((Hey guys. Sorry I haven't been on and that I haven't alerted you yet. But I will not be able to get on to RP right now but I hope to relatively soon. I HAVE NOT LEFT FOR GOOD. Please don't delete my charries! I will come back but I can't just yet. I'll just catch up to what's going on then. I'm really sorry.))
 
((Must... revive... dead..... RP!))

Plot: Two weeks have passed, and no answers have been found. Every day the group searches the city, but there has been nothing useful whatsoever. The search becomes more and more hopeless. Recently, there have been sightings of a figure in the shadows, watching over the group. Nobody has ever gotten close to it, though, as it disappears before anybody can.
Tensions between people have been getting higher daily, and nobody can shake the feeling that they're being watched... because they are.
(*commence creepy organ music*)
 
Autumn was perched high in a tree, looking down. She nocked an arrow silently, aimed, and fired. The quail had no idea what had hit it, and it lay there, dead. She climbed back down the tree, retrieving her arrow and putting the bird in a woven basket she had made for her kills. She had been spending more and more time hunting, preferring to spend time alone than with the group. She picked up the basket and carried it back to their camp right outside the city. There were mattresses strewn about the ground, which they had moved from the city. Autumn didn't like the city; it gave her an eerie feeling.

Elishawas sitting on a log away from the group. He felt more distant from them than ever, and mostly just sat out there, listening to his own thoughts. The others hadn't contacted him for a while, and he was starting to worry that something had gone wrong. He sighed and just watched the mountains.
 
(Yay!)

Beatrix hated the city. She hated the woods. She hated the lack of memory. She hated the figure that she could never catch. She hated Elisha. (There was just something wrong about him!) She hated how edgy the place was making her. She hated hunting for food. She hated that she couldn't take a shower. And she poured all of her hate into a dummy she had made out of old clothes from a shop. Stuffing (grass, dirt and sand, mostly) poured out of it as she slashed with her katanas. It swayed from the branch it hung from and she gored it. As she kicked it, it swung back and it happened again – time seemed to slow down. Slowly, oh so slowly, she dodged the dummy as it swung forward and she slashed its side open. She moved behind it and gored it from the back. She used her katana that was still in it to drag it back, and the other to slit open its "throat". Beatrix withdrew her weapons and stood there, panting slightly, sweat poring from her and a vicious snarl still on her lips.
 
((Sure! xD))

Elisha watched as Beatrix slashed at her practice dummy viciously. He sighed, closing his eyes to think. When he opened them, he saw the figure, way off in the distance. He watched it, not taking it out of his focus and it vanished. He didn't even think about talking to the others; they had all already seen it before.
 
Mantha8225 said:
((Sure! xD))

Elisha watched as Beatrix slashed at her practice dummy viciously. He sighed, closing his eyes to think. When he opened them, he saw the figure, way off in the distance. He watched it, not taking it out of his focus and it vanished. He didn't even think about talking to the others; they had all already seen it before.
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Beatrix turned slowly, noticing Elisha and then what he was focusing on. She gazed at the figure. "Come on," she muttered, "Come face me. Stop lurking in the shadows, you d*** coward." Slowly, she began to move forward, her eyes always on the figure. Time slowed again, and she could feel the twigs through her boots before she snapped them, letting her move quietly.
 

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