Post by stitchpretty12 on Apr 4, 2011 1:02:12 GMT -8
(Hey guys! This is Selena's /39's first ever role-play so you can guess that I am new here! Feel free to get involved, especially the canon characters! But trust me anyone can join in the role-play whether you are a canon character or a OC. Just jump in!)
Amongst the rain and the swirling mud of the emptiness, a cream-coloured stitch punk with a blue-purple velvet vest and cotton blue sleeves speeded across the rubbish and ruins of human houses and roads.
39 could feel the rain drops furiously on her skin, pounding at her with no end. She had run, she had to get away... get away from the machines, away from the serpent-like creature that nearly slashed away her life...
Don't stop, don't stop. keep running, KEEP RUNNING!! She screeched in her mind, not allowing herself to stop and slow down for a moment.
Not looking, her foot caught over a stray iron barb, making her fly into the mud and dust of the shaken ground.
Selena had lay in the mud, wet, dusty muck now drenched on her blue cotton sleeves and purple-blue vest. "Must.. keep.. running.." Selena gasped, feeling her heart plummet and hammer with complete and utter fear.
The seamstress could be behind her trail, slithering ever so silently just waiting for her to collapse and have that precious moment to coil around Selena's chest and drag her to its master..
Selena looked over her leg, recoiling with terror. Her leg was completely mangled, a long sliver needle pierced in her ankle that tore down from her calf. She remembered how the seamstress tried to capture her by digging into her leg with one of its needles.
She remembered how excruciating it was, the long, thin needle twisting and dragging though her cream silk fabric, pain pulsing though her like some type of fatal venom...
39 looked up to see what was there. There was a large building, a church that remained intact, its beautiful glass windows unshattered, is walls untouched; almost as if there was no war.
39 tried to stand up, trying to drag her mangled leg upwards. Instead, she fell again, her a verge of pain rocketing though her leg.
"You can't scream... not now, not now" She sobbed, trying to stifle her cry by quickly slapping her hand over her mouth. Her leg had hurt almost like a fire was scorching her leg, the needle twisting and turning though her fabric with every movement she made.
In the heavy, pattering rain did Selena see something; the outline of stone steps that leaded to the church entrance. Holding her bow and arrows protectively at her shoulder, she dragged herself though the mud and the rain, not caring to stop.
Once she got to the top of the steps, 39 had stopped, allowing herself for once to lie down exhausted. The stone steps were cold, but were dry making it better then a wet, mud filled terrain that lay beyond the marble pillars.
Selena took out her bow and arrow and hugged it very closely to her, trying to find some source of comfort. "If I was not so tired, maybe I could heal myself" She softly gasped, eyeing the bag that hanged over her shoulder. Instead, she kept holding the bow and arrow close to her chest, lay against the pillar, closed her eyes and waited for someone to come.
Amongst the rain and the swirling mud of the emptiness, a cream-coloured stitch punk with a blue-purple velvet vest and cotton blue sleeves speeded across the rubbish and ruins of human houses and roads.
39 could feel the rain drops furiously on her skin, pounding at her with no end. She had run, she had to get away... get away from the machines, away from the serpent-like creature that nearly slashed away her life...
Don't stop, don't stop. keep running, KEEP RUNNING!! She screeched in her mind, not allowing herself to stop and slow down for a moment.
Not looking, her foot caught over a stray iron barb, making her fly into the mud and dust of the shaken ground.
Selena had lay in the mud, wet, dusty muck now drenched on her blue cotton sleeves and purple-blue vest. "Must.. keep.. running.." Selena gasped, feeling her heart plummet and hammer with complete and utter fear.
The seamstress could be behind her trail, slithering ever so silently just waiting for her to collapse and have that precious moment to coil around Selena's chest and drag her to its master..
Selena looked over her leg, recoiling with terror. Her leg was completely mangled, a long sliver needle pierced in her ankle that tore down from her calf. She remembered how the seamstress tried to capture her by digging into her leg with one of its needles.
She remembered how excruciating it was, the long, thin needle twisting and dragging though her cream silk fabric, pain pulsing though her like some type of fatal venom...
39 looked up to see what was there. There was a large building, a church that remained intact, its beautiful glass windows unshattered, is walls untouched; almost as if there was no war.
39 tried to stand up, trying to drag her mangled leg upwards. Instead, she fell again, her a verge of pain rocketing though her leg.
"You can't scream... not now, not now" She sobbed, trying to stifle her cry by quickly slapping her hand over her mouth. Her leg had hurt almost like a fire was scorching her leg, the needle twisting and turning though her fabric with every movement she made.
In the heavy, pattering rain did Selena see something; the outline of stone steps that leaded to the church entrance. Holding her bow and arrows protectively at her shoulder, she dragged herself though the mud and the rain, not caring to stop.
Once she got to the top of the steps, 39 had stopped, allowing herself for once to lie down exhausted. The stone steps were cold, but were dry making it better then a wet, mud filled terrain that lay beyond the marble pillars.
Selena took out her bow and arrow and hugged it very closely to her, trying to find some source of comfort. "If I was not so tired, maybe I could heal myself" She softly gasped, eyeing the bag that hanged over her shoulder. Instead, she kept holding the bow and arrow close to her chest, lay against the pillar, closed her eyes and waited for someone to come.