ride the cyclone sentence starters.
' it turns out being told the place and time of your death in front of your family with a mouthful of corn dog at a fairground is the very opposite of fun. '
' meet my executioner. '
' i'm well aware rats cannot play musical instruments. '
' when you've been alone for as long as i have, you tend to anthropomorphize your friends. '
' the armrest to your left is yours. the one to your right is your neighbors. if you believe both armrests are yours exclusively, you are part of the problem. '
' this just shows the high standard of excellence ! even in competition against yourself, you can still walk away a loser ! '
' tonight, we shall raise a middle finger to that most ruthless adjudicator called time. '
' something doesn't feel quite right. '
' how can this be fair ? '
' what's the point of even suing ? '
' there's nothing left to do except to rot. '
' i hope i wiped my browser history clean. '
' i did not feel safe at all .'
' democracy rocks ! '
' even in death, i can't escape her ! '
' well played, satan, well played. '
' being the only gay man in a small rural high school is kind of like having a laptop in the stone age. i mean, sure, you can have one, but there's nowhere to plug it in. '
' i'm really freaked out right now. '
' do you want to know what really freaks me out ? '
' when a lioness has children, she stops making love to the lion. the lion gets jealous. sometimes so jealous that he eats the children. you'd think this would upset the lioness, far from it. they make love again as if the children never existed. '
‘ i’m going to stand a little farther away from you. okay ? ’
' ever since i was six years old, i knew i wasn't long for this world. '
' don't interrupt, sweetie. '
' i am the best by any metric of society. i get that. but if that is how worth is measured, i want no part in it. '
' okay, it's clear, i'm the top of this class. '
' fetch me a coffee, shine my shoes. '
' some of us are winners, some were born to lose. '
' he'll rob a 7-11 and go straight to jail. '
' what's he gonna do, solve a rubik's cube ? how long's he got if we feed him through a tube ? '
' he'll never learn to read. he's never gonna breed. he's going to jail guaranteed, and she's a freaky monster ! '
' we need a little less of them, a little more of me ! '
' you just told your best friend that her greatest achievement in life will be to become an organ donor. '
' that's okay ! it kinda, really, super hurt, but . . . '
' what i did there is exactly what you shouldn't do. '
' you challenged my preconceived notion that all gay dues are fun to be around. '
' sweet jesus christ on a bike. '
' i've seen the movie the blue angel about a billion and one times. '
' mom tells me i gotta try to blend in so i tried really hard to dial it back. '
' i wanted a man that would drive me to drink. '
' can you keep it in your pants for one second, you horrible succubus ? '
' i embrace a new man every night. '
' i want to be that fucked up girl. '
' i think i am in love with you. '
' i've heard that lie a million times before. '
' tell him that like him, i choose to burn out, rather than fade away. '
‘ that was dope ! ’
‘ level up ! ’
' in my country it is natural for two men to show affection by kissing. '
' there is a difference between affection and smut. '
' what's the lesson ? '
' not every story has a lesson. '
' every story has a lesson except saw five. '
' porno ? that is a genre. that doesn't tell a story. '
' i think it's messed up that we celebrate violence and demonize the very act of love. porno is magical. '
' i'm never mad at you. i'm just frequently disappointed. '
' just cause i'm all gangsta doesn't automatically make me a homophobe. '
' that shit was emotionally devastating. '
' we were engaged. '
' i have no respect for this country. '
' my life is awesome. '
' this beat is awesome ! '
' i am vulnerable now. '
' i lay my masculinity at the altar of your maidenhood. '
' i wanna be with you, baby. '
' love conquers all. '
' look at me, i am physically weeping ! '
' and that is why not everyone should have a library card. '
' the world needs more poets. '
' and this is why you both sucked at math ! '
' there are no accidents. '
' since we're all sharing, i would like to talk about my religion. '
' for lo, i am a prophet. '
' i guess you could say i'm pretty sexy on another planet. '
' who are you right now ? '
' we need your fantastic seed. '
' i know you've heard the legend of the sexy cat women from zolar. '
' won't you please help save our galaxy ? '
' what would you do in my place ? '
' oh my goodness, what have i gotten myself into ? '
' i'm a lover, not a fighter ! '
' i wanna hold your hands. '
' i have no desire to rule the galaxy. to hold you close is enough for me. '
' i'm gonna give you the cliff notes for every prophet that ever lived: life is hard enough without making up reasons to be dicks to each other. '
' let's take care of each other. '
' for love is the closest you can come to another person, for it's the closest you can come to being another person. '
' and then peace was restored. '
' there's only one commandment in my bible. don't be a dick. '
' in choosing myself, that would be the ultimate dick move. '
' i'm the same person i always was. it's just no one ever listened to me. '
' if the holy people are to be kept harmless from war, then make all people holy. '
' we all know the worms must be fed. '
' my soul. is it here ? '
' cruel existence was only a shame. '
' won't you tell me at last who i am ? '
' i hear the anguish of the street. '
' if this is how i die, lord, why be left with no family and no friends ? '
' time eats all his children in the end. '
' this is no way to die. '
' isn't there anyone to tell me who i am ? '
' that song is so overplayed. '
' how did you find the entire meaning of my life in such a phrase ? '
' not even the dutch speak dutch. '
' i've never been drunk before. or kissed a man. '
' your life was tragic. '
' how do we know it's my birthday ? '
' what's a savannah ? '
' it's a fire sale in my brain and everything must go. '
' you know i envy you. '
' i was building a life and you were satisfied doing nothing. '
' i thought my life had meaning, turns out it didn't. '
' my death has really affected me. '
' naturally my death has affected you ! can't you just listen for once, without making everything about yourself ? '
' i lost my virginity to a carnie in a porta potty. '
' he had this tattoo on his forearm. it was of two skeletons having sex, and it said born to bone on the bottom of it. '
' after a while, i started feeling crummy about stuff. '
' i really wish i never thought those things. '
' i just wanted to do it, so i didn't have to think about doing it anymore. '
' i used to think that life was just a heart breaker. it breaks til you can't take no more. '
' there's nothing wrong with being the nicest girl in town. '
' you knew all along i could never do it. '
' no one will win here, and no one can lose. '
' no one keeps score of how hard we tried. '
' your lucky number is seven. '
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Heather Fetherington
The most floaty girl in town
Born June 20th, Gemini, the soft spoken nature
Favourite ride, The Cyclone
TW DELUSION
Heather was born in London England, her mother sadly died not long after. Having no family that would claim her she was sent to an orphanage. She was adopted at the age of 2 by a rich family called The Fetheringtons. She loved her life, she had whatever she wanted and she was happy with her life, however they had to move to Uranium at the age of 14 for a reason they wouldn’t tell her.
While they were unpacking she found her adoption papers. She had asked her adopted family about them and they had told her everything, which might not of been a good idea. You see she couldn’t cope with the news, and so her brain put her into a state of mild delusion (that she was very good at hiding). During this state she believed she was a witch who could communicate with animals, making her very superstitious. She would always salute magpies for hood luck, she did this every morning as there was a magpie nest in the tree by her window.
Each morning she would wake up, salute the magpie she would see, and have a rather long conversation with it. She did this every morning, and one day she had the idea to try sing like the magpie. While doing this a bluebird flew by, convincing her that she sang more like a bluebird than a magpie. Her singing was heard by her adopted parents and they suggested that she join the choir.
The only problem was that she never felt like she truly fit in at school. She joined far later than everyone else, everyone was already friends. Everyone had a place at that school, but she never felt like she did. She only joined the choir to keep her parents happy, even there she didn’t feel like she could fit in with the rest of them.
The only time she ever felt equal to them was when she was flying to her death.
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Gonna be doing a open roleplay soon, I will make a post on open spaces when I've confirmed with some friends. Anyways I'm playing Jane Doe and my friend @democracyrockz is Ocean O'Connell Rosenberg
Here's my character sheet:
Name: Jane Doe
Gender: Female
Pronouns: She/Her
Age: 17
Sexuality: Asexual lesbian
Appearance: She wears a grey knee length high waisted v-necked pleated pinafore over a white Juliette sleeved high necked lace blouse with black ribbon accents on the collar and puffs. She also wears white knee high socks and black Mary Janes. She is tall and very thin, bony in fact. (The second tallest of the group at around 6'0, with Mischa being a bit taller.) She has a small chest. Her skin is pale and dull. She is headless, and wears her dolls head as a replacement. Her heart-shaped face is porcelain white and paler than the rest of her body. Her eyes are big and round and appear completely black, including the sclera. (They are actually just empty sockets.) Her hair is chin length layered light blonde ringlets with fluffy curved bangs that fall above her eyebrows. It's styled in a way that almost looks like a heart. She wears a thin black headband. She has long black eyelashes (including drawn-on lower lashes) and her thin eyebrows are black as well. Her eyes are shadowed in grey only on the crease. (These are the doll sockets that allow her to blink.) She has a button nose and rosebud lips. Her cheeks are pink and her lips are dark pink. Her nails are short. She carries a headless doll dressed in a white floor length high necked lacy dress with puffy sleeves and a square bib collar with a white ribbon detail and a small white bow attached at the neck. She moves like a broken marionette, with head bobbing, mechanical head turning and tilting, side to side walking, barely bending knees, blinks a lot, staring rather than looking, neutral facial expression, occasionally parted lips, mouth moves up and down like a puppet when she talks, dangling stiff arms with fingers that don't bend often, when she walks she sometimes leads with her head. Her voice is echoey, singsongy, and dead. She is cold to the touch.
Personality: She has amnesia due to losing her head, and cannot remember who she was, not even her name or what her face looked like. She is often confused. She is creepy, morbid, and gloomy. Despite this she is quite sweet and kind of silly. She has a melancholy air to her. She has the personality equivalent to a shattered mirror. She is lonely. She has accepted that she is dead and that she will never know who she is as no one else does either. Despite this she has this slight glimmer of hope that one day she will. She does not understand personal space, nor social cues. She is touch starved and seeks warmth like a moth. She is curious and asks a lot of questions. She is book smart and often shares morbid facts. Probably autistic.
Backstory: The one unidentified body of The Cyclone Roller Coaster Disaster. Everyone knew everyone in Uranium, but no one could recall this member of the choir. There were rumors of a girl who joined at the last minute, but as the choir conductor, Father Marcus, died of a heart attack seven hours after the accident, there was no one left to verify. Some believe that perhaps she was never in the choir at all. All one knows for certain is that a body was found in a Saint Cassian uniform without a head. So... a mystery.
The most forgettable girl in town.
(Got the shattered mirror part from @bi-shop I just love it)
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