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“Then, I just wasted a cigarette,” he answered, faking a bit of insult at dropping his cigarette. However, it was no use to him and it only ruined the fabric of his attire when he was trying to move around London. He looked over the woman, “What is your name and why are you out alone?”
“I’d offer you one of mine, but I, uh… don’t smoke.” She flashed a smile and hoped she came across a lot calmer than she felt. Viola remembered a time when she kept a cool head in absolutely any situation. Hell, she’d punched a demon in the face. But now… she was shaky. Unsure. “I’m Viola Blake. And I’m… well within my rights to be anywhere I want to be.”
It was too bad the French resistance lacked for quality equipment. Sean could really use some binoculars. Or anything, really, other than the rifle scope he’d been squinting through for the past twenty minutes. He’d only picked out three sentries, but at that point, he was done waiting. Slinging the rifle to his shoulder, he was about to run for the nearest tower when he heard a snap that made him freeze.
Enough was enough, Viola had decided. She’d spent months—months!—of her life pining for some idiot with dark eyes and a mysterious smile, and she’d always told herself she’d never be that girl. And regardless of anything that had happened, it was time for Viola to be herself again. And that meant time travel.
It was an almost physical ache that hit her when she approached her home town, but she shook it off and walked straight through to the forest. Climbing the tree was easy as breathing; it just came naturally to her, even after all this time. A few short moments and she was at the top. She wasted no time in throwing herself off the edge, and as she plummeted to the ground she prayed, as she always did, that this wouldn’t be the time the magic stopped working.
Someone must have heard her, because she landed softly on dry leaves. Pushing herself to her knees and pulling a stray leaf from blonde curls, she took in her surroundings. The forest was so similar, she might as well still be in England, 2013. Huffing and getting to her feet, she began to walk through the trees with a particularly ungainly tread. Not seeing the limb of the tree that stretched across the ground before her, she caught a foot, and went flying to the floor with a thump.
“Shit!”
Rifle still on his back, Sean slipped the British-regular silenced pistol into his palm. If he had to kill some wandering soldier, he didn’t want it blowing the whole plan. At least not before he blew it up. Haha, yer a regular comedian, Devlin. Actually, this could work in his favor. He could slip inside if he had a uniform. Sliding the pistol away, he closed in on the source of the noise, prepared to spill as little blood as possible in order to preserve the disguise.
The absolute last thing he was expecting was a girl—strangely-dressed girl—sprawled on the forest floor. For a moment, he just stared at her. Then he laughed, just once, more surprised than anything else. Then he registered that she’d cursed in English not French, and he was even more confused. And somehow, through all of that, chivalry won out. Shifting his bag slightly, he crossed over, hand extended.
“Ye hurt?”
Viola lay on the forest floor for a moment, too stunned to do anything else. Carefully, she rolled herself over onto her back, blonde hair spilling in every direction as she tried to take mental stock of the situation. Tree root—tripped—ouch. There was an ache in her wrist, but as far as she could tell, nothing was broken. She thought about easing herself up into a sitting position, but her body remained on the floor.
Then she heard the soft, barely-there rustle of leaves, and tilted her head slightly. There was a man there, dressed in clothing she didn’t recognise, and holding a gun. Well, shit, Viola. You really are brilliant at picking when to time-travel. It only seemed fit that on her first journey in months she would fall straight into some kind of battlefield.
The guy made no move to shoot her though, and when he held his hand out, Viola accepted it, and got to her feet somewhat shakily.
“Nah, I’m fine. Slightly bruised and batted, but nothing serious.” She smiled slightly, taking in the figure before her.
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The Count took a second hit of his cigarette, before he ended up throwing it aside and blowing the smoke through his nose. It would not hurt him, nothing could, but what was inside his head was slowly trying to seep out. Trying to take control and he would not let the madness take control. “Sorry, no smoke here.”
Viola stepped forward slowly, eyes wide as she took in the man before her. There was something about him that she couldn’t quite detect; something that screamed at her to run. But Viola never listened to her sensible side. “I don’t care if you smoke or not.” She shoved her hands in the pockets of her jeans. “If that’s what you meant.”
It was too bad the French resistance lacked for quality equipment. Sean could really use some binoculars. Or anything, really, other than the rifle scope he’d been squinting through for the past twenty minutes. He’d only picked out three sentries, but at that point, he was done waiting. Slinging the rifle to his shoulder, he was about to run for the nearest tower when he heard a snap that made him freeze.
Enough was enough, Viola had decided. She’d spent months—months!—of her life pining for some idiot with dark eyes and a mysterious smile, and she’d always told herself she’d never be that girl. And regardless of anything that had happened, it was time for Viola to be herself again. And that meant time travel.
It was an almost physical ache that hit her when she approached her home town, but she shook it off and walked straight through to the forest. Climbing the tree was easy as breathing; it just came naturally to her, even after all this time. A few short moments and she was at the top. She wasted no time in throwing herself off the edge, and as she plummeted to the ground she prayed, as she always did, that this wouldn’t be the time the magic stopped working.
Someone must have heard her, because she landed softly on dry leaves. Pushing herself to her knees and pulling a stray leaf from blonde curls, she took in her surroundings. The forest was so similar, she might as well still be in England, 2013. Huffing and getting to her feet, she began to walk through the trees with a particularly ungainly tread. Not seeing the limb of the tree that stretched across the ground before her, she caught a foot, and went flying to the floor with a thump.
“Shit!”
Hellooooo.
I am here after about a month of… not being here.
Does anyone want to rp?
Viola has never liked the summertime. She likes ice and snow and temperatures around freezing. Rain, too. Viola finds a thunderstorm irresistible; no matter where she is, or when she is, if it’s raining, Viola will be straight out into that downpour. The people who knew her used to joke about her being an ice queen in her natural element, but Viola has matured a lot since then. She’s far from the uptight, full-of-herself little girl she was a few years ago, but her love for winter has never changed.
Let’s play “Never Have I Ever”. Cross out all of the things that you have done. You might just see that there are people just like you out there.
Sexual
Never have I ever kissed a girl.Never have I ever kissed a boy.Never have I ever received/given a blowjob, hand job, eating out.Never have I ever had sex.Never have I ever fallen in love.- Never have I ever cheated on someone.
- Never have I ever been cheated on.
Life
Never have I ever gotten into a fight.Never have I ever done something illegal.Never have I ever gotten wasted.Never have I ever used an illegal drug.Never have I ever snuck out.Never have I ever stolen something.Never have I ever vandalized somethingNever have I ever lost a family member due to death.Never have I ever been in a life or death situation.Never have I ever been arrested.- Never have I ever been fired from a job.
Emotions
Never have I ever been kept up at night due to guilt.Never have I ever laughed so hard I cried.- Never have I ever been abused physically.
Never have I ever cried myself to sleep.Never have I ever wished that I was someone else.- Never have I ever wanted to kill myself.
- Never have I ever tried to kill myself.
Never have I ever felt like an outcast.- Never have I ever wanted to do something just so I would fit in.
Friendships
- Never have I ever ruined my friendship with someone.
- Never have I ever had a friend leave me for other people.
- Never have I ever been kicked out of a friend group.
- Never have I ever wanted to fuck one of my friends.
Never have I ever been friendless.School
Never have I ever failed a test.Never have I ever cut class.- Never have I ever had to eat alone.
Never have I ever failed a course.Never have I ever been suspended.Never have I ever received detention.Never have I ever dropped out of school.
(Source: rokmysokz)
