guys!
going to a friend’s all weekend (:
i’ll post starters when i get back :D
[ooc]
guys
guys
i think i’m going to take up
the hatter
bcos i have ideas for him
so many ideas
[the sound of silence | open]
It was there again, festering in the pit of his stomach like a sickness. That feeling he couldn’t shake; the feeling he thought he could outrun.
When he’d arrived to find an empty house, the Oogie Boogie Man’s collected demeanor shattered. Her belongings were gone, the room was neatly ordered.Sally was missing, Jack was missing. The calm, rational part of his brain concluded that these facts were separate; they had absolutely nothing to do with each other.
But his control eroded with the plausible explanation.
Jack and Sally had finally run off together, Barrel and Lock were gone. Everyone had fucking left him. As he suspected they would.
Oliver stood near the edge of the bluff, taking an occasional drag from his dwindling cigarette. Dark eyes moved across the horizon as he took in the details of the setting sun and the great expanse of ocean.
Funny how things always ended where they began.
He was a boy again, dragging his broken universe. He had allowed himself to make a foolish mistake. He’d let himself believe that it might be different this time. With her.
Silly dreamer; in the end, one of them would always leave.
And now, Oliver would have to recollect himself. Start again. With Jack Skellington gone, the town was his. He would have to constantly remind himself of his purpose, move toward it without fucking distraction this time. It would all be his; he’d have these pathetic little people in the palm of his hand. A grin flickered across his lips at the thought.
He exhaled and a cloud of light grey smoke rolled from his lips and billowed into the frozen atmosphere.
She stared at the sky, the grey clouds slowly gathering above her head, strangely copying the way she felt like now. Her thoughts were a gaze, a thick mist which she couldn’t decipher. In truth, Shock didn’t know how to react right now. With people missing or leaving, days had gone by without her noticing or caring. Even the ones she thought she’d never miss, she missed.
Fate had pulled her a cruel trick. First shattering her shield by throwing these people at her, and then taking them away. She’d managed to recover the bits of both her shield and her life. Beth was one of the few exceptions who would still be able to go through, but then again, it seemed that she herself had put up a shield of anger and revenge about her.
She missed her friend. She missed her friends. (Were they ever friends?)A feeling of loss came over her, stronger than ever.
Sandy started walking, her feet taking her to unknown destinations. She’d always been a wanderer and running was one of the few things she was good at. She didn’t even notice the bluff when she reached it. The only thing she felt was the soft caress of wind on her cheeks and the scent of the sea.
Shock walked towards the end, a bit surprised by the height of the cliffs. She felt tiny compared to them. Tiny and weak.
Something, a feeling, made her lift her eyes and look around. She wasn’t alone, which was an unsettling fact. She’d been avoiding most people for some time now.
Her eyes fell on a shape and after a few minutes, she recognized him. Images of the last time they’d met flashed before her eyes, and she took a few shaky breaths, trying to calm her already fragile nerves. Shock opened her mouth, but was at a loss for words now, a rare thing.
“Oogie…”
The sound of his own nickname sent a shock through him—an odd wave of some sort of emotion he couldn’t quite place jolted along his spine at the word. Although he hadn’t noticed her before she’d spoken, for some strange reason, he wasn’t surprised by the fact that she was there. It was as if he was expecting her.
Or they were meant to find each other.
For several impossibly long seconds, he didn’t look at her. Didn’t even acknowledge her existence. He simply watched the grey skies and the stormy ocean below. Took a drag from his cigarette.
Fate was a cruel fucker. Oliver let slip a small smile as he realized. There was always a loose end. There would always be somebody from his past, something left to do. He would always be the little boy, running.
Finally, he turned to face her. The smile broadened as he looked her over quietly and slipped the cigarette from his lips. “You’re walking again,” he stated simply. As if every aspect of the conversation was normal. Pleasant. “I’m glad to see it, Sandra.”
[ooc]
holly [sally//victor//alice] wanted me to let you know that she’ll be taking a break. she should be back by the end of next week (:
[the sound of silence | open]
It was there again, festering in the pit of his stomach like a sickness. That feeling he couldn’t shake; the feeling he thought he could outrun.
When he’d arrived to find an empty house, the Oogie Boogie Man’s collected demeanor shattered. Her belongings were gone, the room was neatly ordered.Sally was missing, Jack was missing. The calm, rational part of his brain concluded that these facts were separate; they had absolutely nothing to do with each other.
But his control eroded with the plausible explanation.
Jack and Sally had finally run off together, Barrel and Lock were gone. Everyone had fucking left him. As he suspected they would.
Oliver stood near the edge of the bluff, taking an occasional drag from his dwindling cigarette. Dark eyes moved across the horizon as he took in the details of the setting sun and the great expanse of ocean.
Funny how things always ended where they began.
He was a boy again, dragging his broken universe. He had allowed himself to make a foolish mistake. He’d let himself believe that it might be different this time. With her.
Silly dreamer; in the end, one of them would always leave.
And now, Oliver would have to recollect himself. Start again. With Jack Skellington gone, the town was his. He would have to constantly remind himself of his purpose, move toward it without fucking distraction this time. It would all be his; he’d have this pathetic little people in the palm of his hand. A grin flickered across his lips at the thought.
He exhaled and a cloud of light grey smoke rolled from his lips and billowed into the frozen atmosphere.
one last thing (:
i’ve unfollowed barrel bcos apparently she’s only going to be roleplaying with people outside of the group [“group” .___.?] and i don’t really see the point in continuing to watch that blog.
^this actually makes me a bit uncomfortable. it makes me feel as if i’m not roleplaying oliver or zero well enough…or something |:
and, uhm ;; just wanted to know if everyone is going to continue to roleplay with people outside of burtonville. if that’s the case, i’d rather just keep oliver and unfollow everyone. [i think that’s called independent roleplaying?]
i mean ;; i think bringing in other random characters is a bit silly. and, even if i have to write by myself like a loner sobbu, that’s all right (: i think i’d like to just stick to the storyline…even if the group has sort of crumbled.
please let me know whether i should just let this go or continue on with the group.
also, i don’t mean for this to sound offensive. it’s just how i feel (:
ღ
birdie
@Emma
And who is the lucky groom-to-be, darlin’~?
@Beth
We’ll settle with just that: you.
For the time being.
Now…tell me what you’d like me to do with her.Your wish is my command, beautiful~.
She needs to be taught a lesson that her perfection is overrated. I want her destroyed. In every way possible. And if she happens to die in the process, then so be it.
She must have been a great fuck. Heh—I’ll have to ask your exboyfriend.
That is the reason, isn’t it~? Nobody kills a sibling simply because they have inferiority issues.
dead group.
so burtonville has officially closed—but i honestly don’t understand why.
lack of activity? no offense, but the only real lack of activity came from the group administrator. and i don’t exactly understand how the group was difficult to manage if nobody has recently applied for any positions. the group basically ran itself—not only with morgan’s effort, but with the effort of all the other members as well.
i know i didn’t log on for a period of time due to massive writer’s block. but i always came back bcos i had faith in this group. and i loved the idea.
i’d like to say that i’m not closing oliver’s account. i worked far too hard to get him where he is now and i love the relationships he has with everyone else.
oogie boogie is still here. and i’d like to continue to roleplay with whoever is left.
|| birdie
