vkontakte | instagram | links | faces | vacancies | faq | rules
Сейчас в игре 2017 год, январь. средняя температура: днём +12; ночью +8. месяц в игре равен месяцу в реальном времени.
Рейтинг Ролевых Ресурсов - RPG TOP
Поддержать форум на Forum-top.ru
Lola
[399-264-515]
Jack
[fuckingirishbastard]
Aaron
[лс]
Oliver
[592-643-649]
Kenneth
[eddy_man_utd]
Mary
[690-126-650]
Jax
[416-656-989]
Быть взрослым и вести себя по-взрослому - две разные вещи. Я не могу себя считать ещё взрослой. Я не прошла все те взрослые штуки, с которыми сталкиваются... Вверх Вниз

SACRAMENTO

Информация о пользователе

Привет, Гость! Войдите или зарегистрируйтесь.


Вы здесь » SACRAMENTO » Альтернативная реальность » Beware the witches


Beware the witches

Сообщений 1 страница 5 из 5

1

ORIGINAL

Romana & Rowena
http://media.tumblr.com/12c96893ae9e1f383cc57703fe5880cb/tumblr_inline_mvnezeHChA1snrgr2.gif

Let me guide you through the dark valley. Let me show you my secrets and let me create a bond between us such strong that no men or women can break. Let me call you my sister and let me be your guide.


[NIC]Rowena[/NIC] [STA]mother of a satan[/STA] [AVA]http://funkyimg.com/i/2mkP1.gif[/AVA] [SGN]  [/SGN]
[LZ1]ROWENA, unknown y.o.
profession: witch bitch;
relations: none
[/LZ1]

Отредактировано Chloe Thompson (2016-12-23 11:14:03)

+2

2

- Be a good girl, and the God will bless you! - they always told her. She tried so hard and failed. No, wrong word not failed, - fucked up. It was just a matter of time for her to make the very first mistake. And she did. In the end of that awful story she was sitting on the floor, supping whiskey from bottle and crying her eyes out, while he was laughing somewhere else. She's got a hole in her heart, actually it is still there, and nothing she could ever change. For him she was just another toy, another puppet, such easy to though away one day. How could she have been so blind for falling in love with such asshole?
Actually, line between love and hate is so narrow. It's thinner than tissue paper. And now, a year later, all she needs is not love, as Beatles said, - it's revenge. She would like to see his warm heart bleeding and beating in her small hands, but she really doesn't know how to do this without being arrested for murder. So she waits for a proper chance, still googling weird stuff all night though, fighting with insomnia. Sometimes she even gets somehow in deep web and freaks out, closing her laptop. Sometimes she reads whole site from main page to the last foot-note, but pieces of advice Internet gives her are not helpful and even dump. Day by day she passes time in different ways before mornings come, waiting for a miracle. Of for some sleep before sunrise - doesn't matter.
And one day miracle happens. Romana has been feeling that something was going wrong since early morning. Every single part of her existence was somehow turning around by mystical power. It felt like The Powers were solving puzzle of her live for the last year and finally solved.
The woman appeared at bus stop like out of nowhere.  Late night, nobody around. The other day she’d pick up her bag and ran away, but she was sitting still on metal bench, waiting patiently for something or for her bus.  She was watching that woman out of the corner of her eyes. Nothing special: dark auburn hair, black clothes, but the colour of her eyes was kindna shifty. It was defiantly neither black nor brown, but dark, like the obsidian. People here never changes. She saw the same faces day after day, but never this one. It was strange, here in Toronto's suburbs families lived for years without even thinking about house move. She was also a guest here some years ago, but one day neighbours just got used to her and her jingling earrings, as well as they got used to clamorous Indians next door.
- Does it bother you if I smoke? – asked Romana finally, feeling really nervous about sitting side by side with this strange woman. She didn't get an answer in a minute, but fished out of her bag a lighter and crumpled pack of cigarettes. Last one here. She'd better give up smoking, but she's too weak for this or something bigger. Smoke was going up and up in cold and clean winter's air.
[NIC]Romana [/NIC][AVA]http://68.media.tumblr.com/f1c0ea1f68d6df86eb355ef003b7a251/tumblr_o3cmb6a6Xh1ujvpguo2_250.gif[/AVA]

+2

3

People are always afraid of something they really don't understand. If you take someone from the 21st century and put him into the Middle Ages, he will be soon considered a wizard and most likely be burned because the technology and hypothetical knowledge that he possesses could be considered a witchcraft. Beware the witches, my children for they are cruel, beautiful creatures whose only intention is to kill or to mock at you.
I've been living in shadows my whole life and maybe this is the clue to survival for someone with great powers. I was blessed with them when I was born but my mother left me at the doors of an orphanage. Great story, right? There were lots of nuns at these dark times and all they've been doing was the simple act of making little children believe in God as he is considered merciful, forgiving and generous. I don't believe in God but I truly do believe in Satan who is not giving a single fuck at what is happening here in the Earth. And I never did actually confess in any of my sins and, believe me, there is much to be confessing in.
Times are passing by, people are changing and new cities are being build. I met the 21st century with an inspiration, with great idea that I'm gonna find someone to share my gift with. We'll become sisters, and one day we'll establish a coven so great and powerful that every witch in the world will know us and fear us. But that was too much to wish, I guess because modern girls were mostly focused on their social statues and the mere idea of sharing the gift and all the knowledge with the wrong person is giving me shivers.
But I did find someone lost in the end. A pretty girl with charming dark eyes and a pack of cigarettes whom i met at the bus stop. I don't often use public transport because it's too crowd-ish and people there are impolitely staring at me all the time. This is just uncomfortable and why would I bother to use a simple method of transportation when I have my own beautiful car, which I'm quite satisfied with?
- Oh, dear, America is a free country, so feel free to whatever pleases you, - I'm smiling just because she smells like grief. A loss which is maybe a year old, and that is something witches feed on. She lost someone because of something and I guess now she is desperately seeking some kind of revenge on him. That is interesting, intriguing a bit.
- Do you need a ride? It's kinda cold and the bus doesn't seem to appear, - well, maybe it's because I've done some things to slow it down. For another hour there will be no bus, dear. Just you and me, talking like best friends which we're about to become.
The bench on the bus stop is cold and I don'r want my lad parts to freeze so I'd better get up. Right now I'm standing under the small circle of light coming from the roof so you can see my face. They say that if you smile, people will get you. Most of times people are just like animals with their own behavioral patterns. I'm smiling and that means I'm a friend. Do you copy?
- I've got  pretty comfortable car, - another smile just to persuade you. Come on, dear, I'm not a maniac, I'm here to help.
[NIC]Rowena[/NIC] [STA]mother of a satan[/STA] [AVA]http://funkyimg.com/i/2mkP1.gif[/AVA] [SGN]  [/SGN]
[LZ1]ROWENA, unknown y.o.
profession: witch bitch;
relations: none
[/LZ1]

+2

4

It was strange, even creepy. Itself, every single part of this day was the same as hella a lot of days before, everything was usual, but in the same time something was really wrong. Romana felt like she was inside a psychedelic dream, because some pieces of this universe didn't fit in. They were abnormal. Maybe she was sleeping in this moment, but she didn't feel like she was sleeping. You never know till you wake up.
Another smoke ring was rising towards the evening stars. Telling the truth, young woman hardy could see Polaris and twinkling Charles's Wain from her place, but she knew that all of them were still on their places. Thermonuclearing balls made of hydrogen and helium didn't really care about their positions in the dark bilberry sky and astrology - half-true science, everyone around was so found of. But seldom Romana felt that she wasn't born under a lucky star. If she was - she wouldn't be sitting here and smoking as a chimney.
- We are in Canada, actually, - smiles she sadly. Another outstanding peace of existence in her imaginary still bank was added. How woman next to her could not know in which country she's living? Hello? Is there some candid camera around? It isn't supposed to be funny - playing jokes on late pedestrians. Once somewhere between llate night surfing Internet (Youbube particularly) and painting nails in awful bright coral colour, she run across Korean or Japanese video, where some prankers were faking a murder at bus stop. So maybe it's just a matter of time for a red dot to appear. But it doesn't seem to appear at all. Might be another kind of prank.
- Excepting the fact, that gay marriage is legal here from 2005, if I'm not mistaken of course, there isn't a lot of freedom here. We are all about  to taper ourselves in social rules. And American dream. Two kids, a dog and other obligatory things. Fuck them all,
She didn't feel ashamed about swearing, inhaling so deep that till her lungs began to ache, but her body had its own opinion about this kind of action. So she felt how her ears were burning, thanks to long hair - it wasn't that fact this woman need to know. And then everything has completely gone mad. She had a fit of coughing.  And she was damn well disoriented. She has never felt this smitten, this confused.
- But why are you sitting here in that case?- asked Romana a little bit huskily, shaking her head in order to get rid of black veil, her cigarette has already burned to filter, so she has almost burned her lips trying to make another toke. - If you are looking for troubles, you've come absolutely to the wrong place. Nothing seems to happen in this city. The more safe is only somewhere in Sweden.
She thoughs cigarette butt into trash bin. Everything in this world seems to end too soon even those things that are made for passing and killing time.   Cigarettes, tv-shows even love, especially love. It just blows away like a smoke. Here it is, near you, but when you are going to keep it – there is nothing. Nothing at all.
- It's really kind of you, but I don't even know you name. How can I have confidence in you?
[NIC]Romana [/NIC][AVA]http://68.media.tumblr.com/f1c0ea1f68d6df86eb355ef003b7a251/tumblr_o3cmb6a6Xh1ujvpguo2_250.gif[/AVA]

+1

5

Witches are always lost in time and space so no wonder I've mistaken the cold country with the one right next to it. Canada, America - who cares, anyway? The're pretty much the same except for some minor changes invisible to simple people out there. Te girl seems nice but scared and that is okay - these days girls must be scared and parents might have taught her not to speak with the strangers, not to sit with a stranger in the car and not to take anything from someone you barely know. These simple rules may be a key to salvation and survival in extreme circumstances but they're also a huge "stop" sign for fun. I hope deep down in her soul this girl is as courageous and rebellious as her revenge is.
- Oops, my bad. I always mix them up, - I'm smiling because I'm trying to understand you, dear. What happened in your happy life that made it into a sad one? Whom to blame? Whom is it that you want to avenge? It doesn't seem like the person you're looking for is a kind of your own - so no family business, I guess. Then, maybe, is it a boyfriend? A cheating boyfriend, I suppose.
- I'm not looking for troubles, - but you, my princess, are certainly do. I want to help you and instead of accepting the help you're just swearing and connecting all the inner demons, gathering the bad energy and sorrow-ish karma. I guess, there were no need to stop the bus - it wouldn't have come for you anyway. Now you're gonna need someone to save you and I don't think that I have time to wait for you to come and get me. It's time to act or not to act, honey.
- I was just sitting here and your negative vibes hit me so much that I decided - maybe I could be a help of some kind, - that's bad, you know. I'm not a psychiatrist, I'm a witch. Of course, I could persuade you to come with me, but in this case you'll probably hate me for the rest of my life and there will be no trust for Rowena. And I do like it when people have faith and trust in me.
- I'm not talking the whole "momba-woomba" weird stuff and I'm not gonna take your money. But I see that you need help; and not because you've lost someone but because you want revenge. I can make it happen if you come with me, - well done me. I'm bad at telling people what is best for them because sometimes (and very often, I mean) I tell them the truth they don't like or are not prepared to hear. Witches have always been living away from ordinary people so it's quite obvious that we might experience certain problems when it comes to communicating.
- My name is Rowena. And I do really want to help you. If you don't like the whole idea, at least let me give you a ride to your home. Or to the nearest decent cafeteria because I'm dying with a good cup of coffee, - I hope that maybe coffee is connecting people. My grandma have always thought that it's the tea but I bet on coffee. It's too delicious to resist its tempting powers.
[NIC]Rowena[/NIC] [STA]mother of a satan[/STA] [AVA]http://funkyimg.com/i/2mkP1.gif[/AVA] [SGN]  [/SGN]
[LZ1]ROWENA, unknown y.o.
profession: witch bitch;
relations: none
[/LZ1]

+1


Вы здесь » SACRAMENTO » Альтернативная реальность » Beware the witches