forum The Andromeda (Pirate RP//closed)

Started April 11, 2018 by Deleted user

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(Is there a way I could make my charcter appear even though she’s been forgotten for like 31 pages? Because I want to rp. ;-;)

(Uh, you could walk up to Jo and Ace?)

Lucian sank down on his cot that was near the corner of the medical office. He stared up at the ceiling before sighing sharply, rubbing at his eyes with his hands in a stressed manner.

Cicada stalked out of the room, returning to the deck and stared off into the sea. Wondering how she had gotten herself in this position. A sister, she had a sister. She used to be the thief from Cielo, the girl with no name, and the girl with no home. All alone, wandering the seas and streets.

Morrigan’s hands instinctively twitched towards her dagger to punish herself, but stopped when her eyes fell on the antidepressants Lucian had given her. He would never forgive her if she hurt herself now, she would have to wait.

(:D)
Alice sighed, and groaned a little. There was so much paperwork. She hasn’t talked to anyone in ages. She sipped her hot tea and glared at her papers.

(Nooo! Don't hurt yourself Morrigan! Paint or doodle on yourself instead!)

(YES.)

(Nooo! Don't hurt yourself Morrigan! Paint or doodle on yourself instead!)

Oml she loves doing that! So do ai lol)

(Can Alice and Morrigan he best friends? It’s okay if not)

(Of course! :D)

(Nooo! Don't hurt yourself Morrigan! Paint or doodle on yourself instead!)

Oml she loves doing that! So do ai lol)

(I just do it cuz I’m bored. I don’t have depression, I’m just bored.)

(Nooo! Don't hurt yourself Morrigan! Paint or doodle on yourself instead!)

(Yes, please don’t hurt Morrigan :..))

(Nooo! Don't hurt yourself Morrigan! Paint or doodle on yourself instead!)

Oml she loves doing that! So do ai lol)

(I just do it cuz I’m bored. I don’t have depression, I’m just bored.)

Samee

(Nooo! Don't hurt yourself Morrigan! Paint or doodle on yourself instead!)

(Yes, please don’t hurt Morrigan :..))

Don’t worry, she’ll get hurt plenty. She has the plague, remember?

Lucian rolled onto his stomach, his face buried in the pillow. He felt slightly suffocated, but he was to concerned about other things to care.

(Nooo! Don't hurt yourself Morrigan! Paint or doodle on yourself instead!)

(Yes, please don’t hurt Morrigan :..))

Don’t worry, she’ll get hurt plenty. She has the plague, remember?

(OOF I forgot about that ahh)

Alice ran her fingers through her ponytail, why was she the one to be assigned with the work?
(Wait was Lucian the other doctor?)

I gtg soon)

Morrigan took out her set of paints and brushes and began to swirl the colours around in her hand.

Cicada an urge to stab something, but she contained it knowing that at this moment it would do more harm than good. As she looked at the sea, her entire life seemed to move through her eyes. Everyone she had ever met, stole from, trusted, hated, and the ones she used. Her life wasn't good, she wasn't good. Cicada didn't deserve a family.

She took deep breaths, painting swirls and puffs of underwater galaxies and constellations all over her arms, sighing in relief at how cool the paint felt. She painted coral forests, abstracted, fractured galaxies, myriads of stars, and when she was done with her arms, she moved on to her legs, painting the deepest and darkest parts of the ocean.

(I’m going to be off and on too, I have to write an essay about why my best friend is my best friend and I’m OVERWHELMED.)

Aww sounds kinda fun though! I prescribe chocolate

She took deep breaths, painting swirls and puffs of underwater galaxies and constellations all over her arms, sighing in relief at how cool the paint felt. She painted coral forests, abstracted, fractured galaxies, myriads of stars, and when she was done with her arms, she moved on to her legs, painting the deepest and darkest parts of the ocean.

(That is a beautiful piece of writing that is.)

Alice would have thrown half of the paper work to Lucian but he was probably busy or something. She drank her tea and continued to angrily scribble stuff.

A half hour later, Morrigan was an image of tranquility, sleepy but fulfilled, her whole body painted with a surreal underwater sky scene. She added a few more white highlights to her face and put her paints away, getting up to visit Alice.

(When I say her whole body i mean that there’s a design in each limb, she’s nit completeky covered in paint)