Shadowrunner240

I sit here, alone in the dark, and I wonder. Lone and still, I wonder how people think, of things and how the emotions work; very seldom, do I ever have the chance to experience it, even though, I feel something – something that an A.I. shouldn't have felt. You have been there for me, as I have been there for you, over the years, over the short time we've had to one another, unless, of course… something changes, yet I don't think it will ever happen.

Ginko sighed as he stared out the window of the house. It was a Sunday afternoon, and not many people were dropping by his shop. That didn't bother him, really. Who'd want to have a conversation with a mental case? Well, in the normal people's opinion, that's what Ginko was. However, he noticed that two college students, both young women, who would curiously come by. They never directly approached the place, but occasionally peer in the windows. He thought about talking to them, but then that would possibly scare them off. Maybe coming to this country was a bad idea, he told himself. The people here don't even seem to recognize the Mushi tha

Name: Ania Briar Alkaev ((Briar is her alias, Ania is her true name)) Freelancer Name: New Mexico Date of Birth: June 19th Age: 23   Occupation: Fellow Freelancer and given the sworn duty to play "Distraction" Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde Eye Colour: Faded Green Height: 6'1" Weight: N/A Medical Problems: Blind. Blood Type: AB+ Personality: New Mexico is still sarcastic and snarky – yet respectful. She's mellowed out since she's joined Project Freelancer, but she still keeps a part of herself separate from the group. There's something about the place that she can't trust… Once someone gets to know about her, she’ll open u

Faster. Faster. That's all I can think off, as I pounded my way into the whore under me. Forget. Forget. The words chanted inside my mind, like a mantra, as I continued to thrust, ignoring the fake moans and whimpers of my name. She was paid to give me pleasure, but I find it hard to focus. Especially since her face, her eyes – her lips quivering, about to say my name – her image fills my mind. Faster. Forget. Faster. The words begin to blur together, eventually ending in a crescendo of screams and wails as I lost my appetite, and pulled out, disgruntled. The whore gives me a look of annoyance, almost ready to speak out, wh

Once… there was a mirror. Perfectly shaped; perfect in every aspect. Not a single spider crack was upon the surface of its clear and shining image. It gave a clear double of the person who viewed themselves in it. However… one day, one fatal, crucial event occurred…   "I trusted you!" gunshots were heard, screams intermingling. "I trusted you – but you…" two men stood in the middle of a street, already gathering spectators. It was a clear night – and the stars twinkled merrily down upon the two warring men. "You killed her… you killed her!" he ran forward, gun forgotten; ready to kill the one he

Name: Ania Briar Alkaev ((Briar is her alias, Ania is her true name)) Freelancer Name: New Mexico Date of Birth: June 19th Age: 23   Occupation: Fellow Freelancer and given the sworn duty to play "Distraction" Hair Colour: Dirty Blonde Eye Colour: Faded Green Height: 6'1" Weight: N/A Medical Problems: Blind. Blood Type: AB+ Personality: New Mexico is still sarcastic and snarky – yet respectful. She's mellowed out since she's joined Project Freelancer, but she still keeps a part of herself separate from the group. There's something about the place that she can't trust… Once someone gets to know about her, she’ll open u

I was five years old when I died the first time. It had been of a rare disease that the doctors couldn’t cure at the time. With bated breath my parents sat beside me and whispered how much they loved me through their tears. I was so young that I couldn’t understand their pain, but I knew something terrible was happening. That’s when Death came to me. He had held out his hand, and I had reached for it. He told me, “I’m taking you to a better place.” But for some reason, he didn’t. Instead, a rose had appeared in his hand, and he knelt to tuck it behind my ear while I giggled. I thought it wasn’t

The child reached up to grab two hands, only one was held. “Mama,” The child asked, looking up to their mother with wide eyes. She was humming today, swinging their arm gently. What was happening? Mama never did this. Never looked so… happy. “Mama, what’s going on?” they repeated themselves, before their mother stopped. She knelt, and a sad smile is given as she runs a hand through their hair. “We are going to see your father, little one. He wished to see you.” At least, that is what is offered. The child gives a beaming smile, and reaches forward to tug on their mother’s face, forcing h

Riley pulled the gun close and tucked in his body as he sprung forward; dropping the handful of playing cards he had been given. "Damn," he swore, throwing out a Pokéball, unleashing his Lucario out to the en mass of the casino – people running amok and causing chaos. Perfect. "Go, Lucario – catch him!" he shouted, indicating to the thief who was running away. Quickly, he stood and spun on his heel, throwing a knife out and throwing it quickly, stopping another. "Not so fast," he said with a smirk. "Damn you," the thief swore as they swung around and met his Lucario, who had its teeth bared and facing him. "Damn you both!" th

Note: The template and everything else is sourced at the bottom. This character is for an A.U. story of Kuroshitsuji, but hopefully will retain the elements of the original concept. Also, I will RP with this character in modern settings – I doubt she’d fit in the Victorian times. I’ll make another character for that. :) Name: Raine Eleanor Domville Age: 20-21 Height: 5’5” Weight: 125-130 lbs Eyes:  Bright Blue Hair: Chestnut Brown Race: Human Contract: None. Nationality:  British Birthday:  January 23rd Other phys. traits: Raine has brown hair that goes a little past her shoulders; long enough to pull b