Tara: Tara sat at the tavern, ordering a whiskey. She had gotten off looks from everyone around her when she walked in. She knew there was unrest between humans and elves, but this was strange. She had never gotten looks like this, not even from her owner who she had escaped from. She had only recently turned 18, and had been taken from her home when she was 2. She was forced into labor, and had the scars to show for it. She had her head down, only taking small sips at a time.
Alya: Alya had just returned from the nearby forrest. She had gathered the potion materials she needed for the next batch of healing medicine and would be ready to sell them in a fortnight. She stopped by the local pub, for a well deserved drink, when she saw an elf. Pure blood elves didn't tend to like her, so she promptly turned around and left the pub in favour for her house.
Marella: Marella climbed out of the lake. She headed towards the nearest town, Silbermond.
Camellia: Camellia walked through the tavern doors, weaving through the feet of all the customers, picking a few pockets on the way. Swerving into a booth at the back, she sat and waited for her possible client. Her search for work had led her to a medium sized town. She twirled the five newly acquired silver coins between her fingers as she waited.
Vitimar: Vitimar sat at his usual table in the corner of the pub, taking a slow sip of his ale. His dark eyes scanned the room. He was in this pub every night; this was essentially his pub, except if it was he wouldn't have to constantly be reminded to pay his bar tab. He squinted at a few tables and their single occupants. He had never seen them before. Most of the commoners knew his face and were not scared by his appearance, but neither were...
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... She glared at the door one last time before sighing and standing up, starting towards the bar. She climbed up onto a stool carefully, waving the bartender over and ordering a small shot of ale. As he walked away, she took another glance towards the door, watching a blonde elf walk out. Turning back around, the tiefling from earlier was leaning on the bar beside her. She kept an eye on him, pretending to be very interested in the hem of her coin pouch.
Tara: Tara sighed, reaching the doors before stepping out. She needed to buy some food soon. The bushes weren't exactly plentiful here and she hadn't eaten in a few days. She headed towards a shop, but their doors were locked when she got to them hearing shouts of, 'We don't like your kind here.' and 'Go away elven demon.' She sighed once again, and looked to the forest. "I guess...I'll need to scavenge what I can..."
Willowbrook Institute was built in the late 1930s. It was a state-supported institution for mentally retarded children located in central Staten Island in New York City. By 1965 it had 6,000 residents, while it was only planned for 4,000. “A combination of rising placements, budget cuts, ignorance, arrogance and indifference, created notorious conditions at Willowbrook.” This institution was called a “snake pit” by Senator Robert Kennedy. It was very unsanitary and short staffed. Even though it was called a state school but very little “teaching” happened. Under these horrible conditions, children were deliberately infected with Hepatitis under the guidance of Dr. Saul Krugman, as part of an experiment to understand it more.
Staring blankly up at her white ceiling; gathering her thoughts. Arayneyin got up and headed for her armoire. She pulled out her curtain, so she could change. Arayneyin pulled off her white and black, star patterned pajamas, revealing her black under garments. She then put on her black and white corset and meticulously tied up it’s bright green ribbons. Arayneyin then pulled up her long, baggy, white skirt. “I wear so much white” Arayneyin thought to herself. She does quite enjoy the color white, but it also complements her faint, almost colorless complexion. Arayneyin ran down the stairs, slipping on her neon green flats as she swiftly exited her room. “It’s such a beautiful day” she thought to herself as she walked outside. “Salem!” She yelled over to her friend who was simultaneously stepping outside. Salem motioned Arayneyin to walk her way. “Did you hear the news?” Salem asked Arayneyin. “No” she confusedly replied. The long pause from Salem suggested that the news was bad. “Well……… the humans are planning to attack again.” She said with a blank, mono tone voice. “Your father spotted their fleet early this morning and………..” She sighed. “And what?” Arayneyin said demandingly. “And they want consult the head witch on what to do.” Arayneyin stood still, absent minded. This decision horrified her. She hates anything to do with violence, she hates even having to make big decisions for her people. Arayneyin is a very
She stood up walked to the door, turned and looked back at the waiter and started to speak, but she stopped herself and she walked out the door.
Taking the top part of her grandmother’s gown, she cut loose the heavy bottom and quickly replaced it with material gained from her gown. She talked her grandmother into just being patient and going along with what she was doing until she saw the finished product. Foregoing all undergarments except her drawers, Allie dressed her. Searching through her grandmother’s assortment of corsets, she picked the prettiest one and loosely laced it over her quickly made gown. A feathered hat, mask, and laced booties completed the
The walk here had been strange; Willa, her sister Willa, pressing a gun to her back and marching her through the woods amidst the howl of wolves and Willa's own taunts. Wynonna's head had spun for awhile- the last time she'd seen Willa, the last time anyone had, Revenants had dragged her off the Homestead, Wynonna shot, screamed, cried out, and tried to help but- when she saw their Daddy go slack, gun in her hand, Wynonna knew she truly was cursed. Beyond the realm of Earp curse, beyond being the
best food and a fire to keep warm. She kept on her journey and dwarf went with
"And this is the library," the principle droned. I kept standing on my tip toes and then went back to standing flat on my feet. "Books can be checked out for 3 weeks before becoming overdue. You are welcome to come here during lunch and after classes." he continued. I spotted this girl with black hair and bright blue ends. Wicked! I thought, I had always wanted bright blue hair but my mom wouldn't allow me. She liked my golden hair, I have no idea why. I walked over to the girl. "Hello! My is Anya," I began excited, "Who are you?" I asked. I noticed a girl who was standing next to the girl with sick hair turn around. The girl had very pale skin, and cool, mint green eyes. I wonder if she's a vampire? If she is, I so want her turn
Shianni ducked back into the house while the old elf grabbed a couple buckets by the doorway and walked towards the square. Knowing water was involved in the clean-up process helped me to relax enough to listen to Soris reassure me no one was going to throw me out. I felt better until Shianni came back outside with a bowl full of disturbing looking tools. Seeing my reaction made her smile, showing
Adam and his mother went to the store to shop for lamps. The store was about one
The sun had begun to fall over the Hollow when Maeve, finally, entered the throne room. She carried herself with purpose. Each step displaying an undeniable sense of pride. She paused to gather her silver skirts, revealing her bare feet for an instant, before sweeping into a respectful bow before her King.
side path off to the side of her usual trail. This path led her through a different area of the woods. Then she noticed a small house that she paused to look at. Then a man stormed out of the house and grabbed the girl, put her
When they finally made it to town, she didn’t waste any time, she went straight to the mercantile. The proprietors name was Benjamin Butler. He was a kindly man, with a warm, friendly smile. She explained what she wanted to do, and although sympathetic, he said he really didn't have much call for
...tow upon him the humanity we so brutally robbed him of the previous night. The counter clerk replied that he came into the restaurant often, ordered a cup of coffee, sat at the same booth in the dark corner, and slowly sipped the hot contents as if savoring every last drop of the civilization it provided.
She now wants to carry a candle with her at all times, to have the light with her always. She is now trying to get the stench of blood off her hands, but is unsuccessful. The guilt of murdering Duncan eats away at her.
One day,the town’s peaceful routine was disturbed.Word spread of an odd man from the city who walked from house to house asking to stay as a guest.One by one, he was sent off with glares, snide remarks, and rude gestures.This was because the man was different than the rest of the townsfolk. He wore strange looking clothes, his accent was unusual and hard to understand,