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Ōku Nomoji
May 5 ·
[~Viola~]
[~ C L O S E D R P ~]
{{Witch's House - Post events}}
Her favorite story was always about Little Red Riding Hood. A young heroine that dances through the woods around her house, avoids all kinds of dangers, and goes to see her grandmother with a nice little basket of goodies. Crooked wolf that attempts to be her grandmother and fails horribly, the fantastic huntsman that saves her in the end, and the family gathering that occurs far afterwards.
It reminded her that life was full of good things, out of positive memories that would always be able to dance around inside one's head and enter in positivity. Oh, how she wished that things were different now.
She looked down at the skin riddled with age and disease, the abilities that were given to her becoming apparent by the simple click of her fingers as fire erupts in a different part of the mansion that she was now shackled too.
How had she allowed her kindness to get her into this mess? How could she have allowed pity to cloud her judgement? It was something that she hated more than anything else.
A rattling cough shakes through her form, her body not even able to crawl through the debris that surrounded her. Her legs were immobile - she couldn't use them any longer. Instead of the beautiful blonde hair that she once had, now she had a mess of black spider webs, a mass of destroyed cells that just cluttered on top of her head.
She was sickened of herself. She hated it. She hated everything. She had to get her body back, even if it was the last thing she could do. Regardless, she wouldn't be able to manage that on her own; she would need help. Help that she wasn't certain would come...
Help that she wasn't certain would even believe in her story. Fairy tales and horror adventures were never true and real; how could she even be so certain that someone else would believe her? Not even her own father had believed her over Ellen's lies. Not even her own father could hear her whispered cries as he attempted to shoot at her through the falling mansion.
She had come so close to being able to perhaps get her body back. So close to being able to save her father... After all, there was something about Ellen, something that was definitely not good. That witch had tricked her into giving up her body, broken her promise to return it... and out of nowhere started threatening the only person in Viola's world.
Tears roll from eyes that could no longer see, blood oozing from stump legs that had been destroyed so many hours ago. She might as well give up. No one was going to help her.
Oh, Father... Father, she was so, so sorry. How she longed to be with him even now.
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Superbi Sharkweek-everyweek Squalo Life wasn't an easy thing to live in. It was difficult to have hopes and dreams when many wanted to see it crumpled like an old wall crumpling into pieces. Or how a house was fallen apart. It wasn't like the Fairy tales seen in books where the character gets a happy ending. No, no. That wasn't it.
No one got their happy ending, no matter how hard they tried. This included Squalo who only wanted happiness. Dealing with the abuse back at home to being Haunted by memories of the past, it tore him apart. Poor him. But he did get some happiness from those who lived with. Not all of the happiness.
White hair floated into the air as he moved around, silver digits flickered about eyeing his surroundings, and lips parting open and close to let out a flow of words. No matter how hard he tried, it still came out loud, tearing apart the silence filling the air that surrounded the mansion he found himself at. He just found this by accident and not on purpose.
Shortly after his study of the area and the broken mansion, he made his way to the building itself. His nerves sending out alarms, telling him something was off.
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Ōku Nomoji
Ōku Nomoji Body that was stretched across the ground continued to writhe in pain, legs disappeared, blood still oozing from where they had disappeared. Eyes were no longer able to see, no longer able to tell where her father and that girl had went. Hand outstretched, she did the only thing that she could.
Wailing and trying to continue to crawl towards where she had last heard the words and the gun shot that had come from her father's gun, Viola refused to give in. She should have died long ago, but she couldn't, not when he was in danger.
Why had she trusted Ellen to begin with? Why had she thought that it was a good idea to move foward and allow her to borrow her body? She should have known the girl wouldn't have returned it; who would have when they were this ill, this pained? Even Viola had freaked out and turned away in a slight disdain even with her being as friendly and kind as she was...
And now, her eyes were gone. The entire house was part of her, and now that it was sent into shambles, it was all she could do to not break down along with it.
New noise breaks through the underbrush causing her head to shoot up, hope surging through her chest. Was it her father? Maybe she could gurgle something out to him, a warning, that the other woman wasn't really his precious daughter. Maybe there were other things that she could do...
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May 5 ·
[~Viola~]
[~ C L O S E D R P ~]
{{Witch's House - Post events}}
Her favorite story was always about Little Red Riding Hood. A young heroine that dances through the woods around her house, avoids all kinds of dangers, and goes to see her grandmother with a nice little basket of goodies. Crooked wolf that attempts to be her grandmother and fails horribly, the fantastic huntsman that saves her in the end, and the family gathering that occurs far afterwards.
It reminded her that life was full of good things, out of positive memories that would always be able to dance around inside one's head and enter in positivity. Oh, how she wished that things were different now.
She looked down at the skin riddled with age and disease, the abilities that were given to her becoming apparent by the simple click of her fingers as fire erupts in a different part of the mansion that she was now shackled too.
How had she allowed her kindness to get her into this mess? How could she have allowed pity to cloud her judgement? It was something that she hated more than anything else.
A rattling cough shakes through her form, her body not even able to crawl through the debris that surrounded her. Her legs were immobile - she couldn't use them any longer. Instead of the beautiful blonde hair that she once had, now she had a mess of black spider webs, a mass of destroyed cells that just cluttered on top of her head.
She was sickened of herself. She hated it. She hated everything. She had to get her body back, even if it was the last thing she could do. Regardless, she wouldn't be able to manage that on her own; she would need help. Help that she wasn't certain would come...
Help that she wasn't certain would even believe in her story. Fairy tales and horror adventures were never true and real; how could she even be so certain that someone else would believe her? Not even her own father had believed her over Ellen's lies. Not even her own father could hear her whispered cries as he attempted to shoot at her through the falling mansion.
She had come so close to being able to perhaps get her body back. So close to being able to save her father... After all, there was something about Ellen, something that was definitely not good. That witch had tricked her into giving up her body, broken her promise to return it... and out of nowhere started threatening the only person in Viola's world.
Tears roll from eyes that could no longer see, blood oozing from stump legs that had been destroyed so many hours ago. She might as well give up. No one was going to help her.
Oh, Father... Father, she was so, so sorry. How she longed to be with him even now.
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Superbi Sharkweek-everyweek Squalo
Superbi Sharkweek-everyweek Squalo Life wasn't an easy thing to live in. It was difficult to have hopes and dreams when many wanted to see it crumpled like an old wall crumpling into pieces. Or how a house was fallen apart. It wasn't like the Fairy tales seen in books where the character gets a happy ending. No, no. That wasn't it.
No one got their happy ending, no matter how hard they tried. This included Squalo who only wanted happiness. Dealing with the abuse back at home to being Haunted by memories of the past, it tore him apart. Poor him. But he did get some happiness from those who lived with. Not all of the happiness.
White hair floated into the air as he moved around, silver digits flickered about eyeing his surroundings, and lips parting open and close to let out a flow of words. No matter how hard he tried, it still came out loud, tearing apart the silence filling the air that surrounded the mansion he found himself at. He just found this by accident and not on purpose.
Shortly after his study of the area and the broken mansion, he made his way to the building itself. His nerves sending out alarms, telling him something was off.
Like · Reply · May 7 at 9:05am
Ōku Nomoji
Ōku Nomoji Body that was stretched across the ground continued to writhe in pain, legs disappeared, blood still oozing from where they had disappeared. Eyes were no longer able to see, no longer able to tell where her father and that girl had went. Hand outstretched, she did the only thing that she could.
Wailing and trying to continue to crawl towards where she had last heard the words and the gun shot that had come from her father's gun, Viola refused to give in. She should have died long ago, but she couldn't, not when he was in danger.
Why had she trusted Ellen to begin with? Why had she thought that it was a good idea to move foward and allow her to borrow her body? She should have known the girl wouldn't have returned it; who would have when they were this ill, this pained? Even Viola had freaked out and turned away in a slight disdain even with her being as friendly and kind as she was...
And now, her eyes were gone. The entire house was part of her, and now that it was sent into shambles, it was all she could do to not break down along with it.
New noise breaks through the underbrush causing her head to shoot up, hope surging through her chest. Was it her father? Maybe she could gurgle something out to him, a warning, that the other woman wasn't really his precious daughter. Maybe there were other things that she could do...
Like · Reply · May 24 at 2:02pm