Post by &Mango on Jan 3, 2009 14:12:11 GMT -5
Teacher
Name: Carmen
Age: 15
Contact: tabbycat324@yahoo.com
Why you want the Job: Because I think this place needs Teachers in the beginning. I`ve also been a RP Teacher before on a few sites that have close down but I did a very good job.
What good will you bring us: I think I could help others better there skills descriptive, grammar, and creativity wise. I could also advertise for this place to grow and prosper.
References? jettebug5@yahoo.com - Heart
Are you applying for a roleplay or picture teacher? Roleplay
If roleplay, how long have you been playing? Three and a half years.
If photo, how long have you been making photos? Zero
Three photo examples please: None
Roleplay example: Two at the bottom for different genders.
Anything else? Nothing.
c y a n i d e
the page is out of print, everyone is temporary
I`m sure your dreams are sweet, carefree, and everything you can imagine comes true in them. Mare filled with the sweet smell of burnt hair and flesh, screams renting the air, and a cackle soars above everything else, catching my attention. It is me. Those daring flames lick up my already charred legs, imps and demons whispering revolting but tantalizing things. I give in. To their ways, works, and actions. I will never cry at night again.Jaws unhinged, exposing those crimson pearls gleaming in the werelight. Oh look at my toy, just as fragile as my others as I have so recently discovered. Alabaster eyes looked down at her prize and coveted the bloody boy as he whispered and begged for forgiveness. If you could look through the vicimts eyes you would see white orbs looking down in a haunted, leering way, jaws opening with gullet gaping and being placed upon your visage. The whispers that were said nonstop stopped suddenly and trickled into a strangled gurgle as you clamp down slowly slowly.
Oh parting is such sweet sorrow. Storm cloud hide rippled over bones that jutted from the inside. Her hips looked like jagged mountain peaks, her ribs could be counted perfectly, her back straight but ridged also. No people she isn`t dead, she is just a walking corpse that has yet to be put into the earths soil. Her steel grey coat is clean and smooth though, void of any sign of her torturous methods unless you count ruby red lips that make her less than innocent. Dry veins and bloodshot eyes, your hands are tied and the page is out of print, we are all temporary.Why`d you have to go and let it die? He seemed like such a gentle beast unlike yourself. You could have kept him in the dark and cut him little by little. She thingyed her crown in a avian fashion and leaned down and whispered to her red lover. "I`m mirrored in your glassy stare love, you know we all pretend." Of course a carcass couldn`t hear her lyri and understand for that matter but she understood and that was all that mattered. Lips curved and pressed together tightly as she swallowed back a giggle that rebounded up her gullet and knocked at her door. Puckering her lips slightly she pressed her crimson muzzle agianst the boy`s smooth neck. Fate wasn`t going to deliver him from her hands now, he tasted like heaven and she was built for sin.
You can scream out loud, you can beg, you can even pity her, but she won`t care. All she wants is your rubies on her lips and your death as a tick mark in her life. She wasn`t always like this, so obsessed with being the puppeteer of life or the flames she imagined her own sweet dreams that licked up her spine. I watched the world from the inside of this steel bodice that walks this earth like the grim reaper. Life has not been nice to me, but when does it to anyone? No don`t pity me, never pity me, but when you see me fear will grip your fluttering heart and squeeze it until it explodes in your chest like a chaotic meltdown.Icy boughs stretched over her and the mangled body, the blood steamed and vapor rolled off from it in curling waves and designs into the chilly air. Lips twitching she puckered them and blew a rattling breath, shifting the air waves and creating a rent in the fumes. Once more the giggles rose up and this time she let them tumble from her still ruby lips which dripped innocently to her, small holes being melted in the ice below. He was nothing but a simple man and she was the still blushing bride. Oh dear dear me, it seems I broke him to early in the relationship. I`m not like the others, I don`t pretend and flutter arund like a social butterfly. I`m a black widow, waiting for those to fly into my trap. I`m the voice inside your head when I look down upon you and giggle in delicious delight, I`m not your friend and I`m not even the enemy. It`s not like you`ll even have time to figure out my name.
wretched// cyanide
word count// 735
author`s note// done.
I JUMPED FROM EVERY ROOFTOP!
SO HIGH, SO FAR TO FALL!
I FEEL A MILLION MILES AWAY!
I DON`T FEEL ANYTHING AT ALL!
SO HIGH, SO FAR TO FALL!
I FEEL A MILLION MILES AWAY!
I DON`T FEEL ANYTHING AT ALL!
%TAKE!MY!LIFE!%
The fire within my soul was suddenly diminished. Every orange spark, every blue ember bedded down for a deep slumber that wouldn`t awaken me for some time. So some would say so long and good night while my lady love cried over my bleached bones, my ripped carcess that had been picked clean by the buzzards the bastards. I hope they choke on my rancid flesh, every single one of them. Whats the worst that I can say dearest all? I carried out my plans of bleeding into history, staining into the wide, white canvas with my black blood. But baby I`ll tell you this, and take these words true to the heart. I`ll never suffer, I`ll never be broken. I was one of the few that couldn`t be tamed, my souls till screams for dank and despair to run free under a gnarled hand, fingers bringing black death to all, not just to me. And as for the promises that were given to me when my soul had a physical concubine, you better run away: I`ll attack. And that is a d**n true promise, I`ll make sure of it one way or another. Oh its like a hurricane that started turning long ago when you were young. You could close your eyes and shield yourself from seeing all of the bad things, but dearest they will catch you. And when they do I`ll sit and watch like a gleeful little boy, cackling my joy. The devil`s water is so sweet darlings, you have no clue. But then again maybe some of you do, yes indeed some of you do. Well then, what is your excuse for being here? What did you die from? Heartache? Sadness? Suicide? Oh don`t give me that bullnuts! Suicide is a form of depression that sits and rots inside of you like a dank log in the middle of a swamp and it is nothing but a d**n poor excuse.
%DEVIL!WEARS!PRADA!%
Heaven? Hell? You know, in a twisted way of truth, they are both alike. And I will explain my meaning to you in a truth that I`ve now had many, many weeks, months, and years to think over. Its not confidential, its just a tiny detail, something that only the brightest will see. And no, I`m not saying that you dumb f**kers don`t have a chance, I`m just saying stick close to the smarter ones you know. But I shall be nice for a moment or two to explain my findings to the public that is reading this. Heaven is said to be a perfect place designed by God in his glory. And Hell is said to be a dark pit of black nothing made by the tenacious Devil himself. When I was a young boy in my first weeks of life my soul was untainted and pure as could be on the earth. But my lovely father ruined many things for me and in the end almost ruining my life before taking it away forever. Yes my darlings I could have been dead before now. But I will describe him to be somewhat of a experimenter. He made me, created me in hopes that I could be a white God on earth, but then named me this cause he couldn`t tame my free....spirit. He did not stop at me when I escaped and made m home here. No. Shortly after he created another, this colt just as pure but twice as black. My full brother, my only full sibling in any way possible. Antichrist. I never thought he would follow after me, to come here and terrify Dream Field`s beautiful occupants. but now that I see how the earth is falling under wrong hands I say go for it all the way.
%IF!YOU!WANT!TO!STEP!UP!%
Oh lookie here at this! Is it true? The rumors? They were whispered through the grapevine like a high school drama play. Oh but dearest they play out before him in the most delightful scene. A old friend, a new buck, and more float on the wind to start arriving soon enough. Do my eyes decieve me? They better not d**nit. I used to say if you were dead or still alive I would never care, but buddy I`m going to go back on my word this time. I won`t let you smother me, bury me, take me. Never my darlings, but this tops the cake with trick candles. Amber eyes that were nothing more than dusky headlights inserted into a light and airy skull danced with a twisted gleam. He stayed within in the shadows, letting himself blend so much more than before. Though his bleached bones lay wasted in a dark corner of Widow Maker he had so much more....spirit. Good karma huh? He watched as another made his daring entrance to the King and him, still unknown. So to play or not to play? I will join this game with roman candles and broken glass. A lively jig was answered as he struck out with flints stepping high. Tossing his skull, tones that seemed like a earthquake rumbled from the dear fellow.
Ahhh, I see this now. I was always one to play a game dear man. You look better now old chap I must say.