Trystan increased the speed on the treadmill, jamming the earphones into his ears. He shook his red hair from his face, sliding down his goggles over his eyes as he began to pick up speed. He stared straight forward at the wall as he ran, his focus altering at the red lightning bolts. The male slowed the treadmill and stepped off of it, slowly pulling the earphones away from him. Trystan stumbled back when a hand clasped around his neck, his gloved hands gripping at the yellow forearm.
"Where's your brother?" Trystan gasped out for breath, staring back at a familiar face. "Hu-Hunter!"...
I honestly have no idea what I just wrote… but it is what it is… Also, I'm sorry in advance about the length of this and anything that doesn't make sense, I just found the first half of this in my drafts and decided I should do something with it #wow
“Oh my god, you can’t just go around setting people on fire.”
"He had every intent to kill you, I had to do what was necessary to make sure that didn't happen. You're an asset- besides, he's not dead, is he?"
Fang was awoken by the sound of a knock, the male groaning and kicking the blankets off of his body. He looked over at the clock, it was nearly 8 AM but Fang hadn't been asleep long. The male coughed and spit into the trash can as he walked past, slowly trudging down the stairs. "Finally get to rest without waking up every hour and I get woken up by a knock." He grumbled, pulling a shirt over his bare chest, unlocking the door. Fang sighed and slowly opened the door, staring down at red hair. "Go home, Tobias." He said, already beginning to shut the door. "Wait!" The red head stuck his foot...
3:45 AM Paris, France AmourCafe
Cross has been sitting at the table closest to the exit for about 5 minutes now.
"Where is that idiot?"she sighs aloud drumming her black fingernails against the table. She looks at the clock and sighs again.
"Hey there toots,I'm here now." Bart stands next to her in formal attire.
"Don't call me that. Why are you late?"she gives him a dirty look.
"I was freshening up. Do you know how hard it is to find a cheap tux in France?" he sits across from her. Cross rolls her eyes annoyed by Bart.
Alex sat at her desk, humming quietly as she tapped the pencil on the notepad. "Where is my brother..?" She asked herself, tilting her head. The shorter layers of her hair fell from the ponytail, framing the blonde's face. "He's really tough to find.. But.. Where there's a riddle, there's a way..." She hummed out and stood up, sliding open her closet door. The blonde quickly changed in her usual hero suit, opening the window of her apartment. Alex dove out of the window and spread her wings, closing her eyes at the breeze. She flew in silence until she landed at Arkham Asylum, tucking in the...
The body fell through the air, lifeless, as if it were a weightless doll. The figure was shaded, giving no recognition to the Dreamer. The Dreamer had no idea where the body had fallen from, whether it was the sky, or merely a cliff. But, death was death, no matter the circumstance. The Dreamer could only watch in horror as the shadowed figure collided with the ground, the body recoiling.
Tobias sucked in air as his body jolted, causing the male to quickly sit up in bed, his shirt wet with sweat. "Another vision.." He said shakily and carefully climbed out of his comfortable...
Her hands were placed gently on the sewing machine as she pushed the fabric into the needle. The needle punched the cloth creating a straight and decorative line of thread.
The orange light from the sewing machine was the only brightness in her room and its chugging noise the only sound heard.
Soon the chugging stop she grabbed the scissors and clipped the extra thread. She smile, it was finished and it looked amazing. Her gazing soon led her to the clock which only startled her.
Name: Alexandria (Alex) Douglas-Michels
Appearance: Alex has natural blonde hair and blue hair, standing at 5'8 she has snow white wings with small brown freckles. While they aren't nearly as big as Fang's, they are 13 ft across. Alex is always found is some sort of leggings or skinny jeans and an oversized hoodie. The blonde has always been insecure of her wings and keeps them well hidden to produce the image that she is "normal".
Name: Michael Fanton
Occupation: Guitarist and Singer, Civilian
Personality: Michael is a very positive person, who often weighs others problems on him as support than solve his own. It's very unlikely to catch him in a bad mood.
Appearance: jade green eyes, he is a natural brunette but for the moment has his hair dyed black. he has freckles and barely leaves anywhere without wearing some type of hat ( usually snapbacks). He is 6'0 ft tall.
I love this song it actually describes for someone I love and suits Ari and jaime totally,they really love each other and were meant to be their love is endless (srry if i got a little carried away I'm a romantic and just love love) .
Well, I completely forgot about Fang's birthday on the 26th of March.. Whoops. Guess he made it to 20? Anyways, I got to watch Batman vs. Superman. Well worth the seven dollars.. It gave me a few ideas on Uncertain Death, and also the Flash CW is giving me a few ideas.. Don't know if I'll actually include these.. Decisions, decisions..
Posted 16 days ago
I know this has nothing to do with the club but I JUST PUBLISHED A POETRY BOOK-
I just had to tell some one and you guys are so awesome and supportive I thought I'd tell you!
You can check it out here:
Posted 16 days ago