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Post by Spotify on Aug 25, 2013 15:27:58 GMT -7
Me too!!! Soooo bad
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 17:09:48 GMT -7
OK WHAT SHOULD WE DO
OH I CAN POST THE PLOT I HAD SOMEWHERE ELSE AND WE CAN LIKE USE IT BUT CHANGE IT TO FIT EVERYTHING
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2013 17:11:12 GMT -7
the mortal instruments : in a world of demons and demon hunters, is one ever truly safe? your character, the new guy at the new york institute, really starts to wonder this as he tags alongside my character, veteran shadowhunter cadee kessler, on a demon chase. the thing is, cadee isn't exactly who your character thinks she is. he assumes her at first to be some girl who thinks she's better than everyone, when in reality, she actually is. this is no natural talent, though. when she was a shadowhunter in training, she was absolutely awful, despite all of her hardwork. she would go off on her own and cry her eyes out because she would never be good enough, despite how much she tried to be. this is when she encountered a warlock, who made her a deal. she would become a better shadowhunter, better than the rest, if she would do a "teensy" favor for him. young, naive, and reckless, this teensy favor seemed to be nothing to her as the gift of being a great shadowhunter was all she ever wanted, so of course she accepted, never telling anyone. everyone just blamed her sudden skill on hardwork and whatnot. all was fine, cadee never telling anyone this, just living her life, not hearing from the warlock whatsoever. that is, until now; when his teensy favor will be put into action. cadee must betray her race and join him in a revolution of the downworlders, using her aquired powers against her comrades, or else the one who claims her heart will fall by her one fault. this is all good and well, as cadee doesn't have a boyfriend or even someone remotely close to being one, until your character comes along. in a struggle between love and betrayal, sacrifice and loss, falling in love by accident and then trying not to, the ending of this plot is up to the characters themselves.
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Post by Spotify on Aug 27, 2013 6:56:58 GMT -7
Lol I like that alot, but I want Hope to be in. She has the power of creating runes like her mother(Clary) and she's a handful like her father and she's a kickbutt shadowhunter(Jace) and they don't know it yet, but they have demons blood in them like Tessa ^^ expect they don't live forever..
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Post by Spotify on Aug 29, 2013 7:19:02 GMT -7
Hope's skin glistened with sweat, her breath came in short gasps, and her long beautiful hair was plastered to the back of her neck,"Shit."was the only sound that escaped her mouth inbetween gasps. Her heart raced as she backed up a few steps from a beautiful and big piano,"Shit. Shit. Shit."she gasped as she let her whip slid down her wrist and fall to the floor. She wasn't prepared to take on one of the fair folk and it's creepy minions. All she had was her trusty whip and that didn't compare to her beautiful serpah blades. She backed up once more and than her whip shot out and struck the piano. Wood shattered everywhere as the tiger launched itself free of it's hiding place. This would've been an easy mission if had not been for this changeling. It had the abliity to take whatever form it desired and that was the tricky part. Shadowhunters were not allowed to kill the changelings for they were so few and so sacred to the Seelie Court. The Consul did not want an all out war with the fair folk. The reason Hope had even agreed to go on the mission was because she loved dealing with the fay. They were so beautiful to look at and her quickmindness worked well against the fay's tricks. She could deal with the fay and if it came to blows she would easily outmatch it, but a changling made it tricker.
Hope sighed as her whip shot out once more and struck the changeling on the face, but she knew she would need some help if she was to beat the pair and not kill the changling.
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Post by Cloudy on Aug 29, 2013 13:00:18 GMT -7
[x3]
Leto cocked his head, as if listening for something. His nostrils flared, dragging several scents through his mind to catalog them. With a grunt, the Shadowhunter spun and lunged forward, his feet smacking absently against the earth. He moved at an easy pace, breath smooth and even. He dipped and swerved around several obstacles in his way, his step never faltering. He growled, pushing himself further, pushed his feet against the ground with more force, swinging his arms forward, attempting to propel himself faster. [/sub]
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Post by Spotify on Aug 30, 2013 12:07:24 GMT -7
Hope became a blur as she began to twirl, her whip lashing out, it was the perfect defense against te changeling and the Fey. She grinned as she lept up and struck down the changeling with her whip. It would hurt the fey minion, but not kill it.
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Post by Goldie on Sept 1, 2013 14:33:26 GMT -7
[OHMYGOSH. I JUST READ CITY OF BONES]
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Post by Goldie on Sept 1, 2013 15:00:44 GMT -7
[FREAKIN GREAT.]
Jolene Farsea brushed her milky blond hair back, lightly tanned skin looking golden in the light of an oncoming dawn. She pulled her light blond hair into a high ponytail before sliding a silky black blouse over her head.
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Post by Cloudy on Sept 1, 2013 15:52:30 GMT -7
Out of the blue, Leto slammed into the changeling, sending it flying away. Of course, he hadn't been expecting Hope's whip to lash out at that instant and so it snapped against his skin. He released a soft hiss, tackling the changeling to the earth. They both rolled a few times before Leto broke away, rolling onto one knee, a grin clear on his expression. "Fancy meeting you here," he chuckled to hope, eyes flickering between his fellow Shadow-hunter and the now-enraged Fey. His expression widened into a grin once more at the Fey's expression, serving only to taunt the creature. Finally, a good fight. Leto locked every muscle in place, bracing himself, smirking, waiting for the Fey to attack.
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