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Deahma's End « Thread Started on Jun 24, 2007, 8:42pm »
Deahma Marls walked down the deserted sidewalk, shoulders slumped over slightly,dark eyes troubled. Most of the city was asleep, but Deahma had too much on her mind to sleep. Sans her, F.E.D.O.R.A.'s members had been killed or vanished in rapid sucession. Her boyfriend was missing too, having mysteriously vanished as well. ((HAH! I need to delete him.)) She didn't know what to do. Deahma stopped and looked up at a streetlamp, and the moths running into it over and over again. The wind ruffled her black hair and she huddled deeper into her jacket.
Re: Deahma's End « Reply #1 on Jun 25, 2007, 6:41pm »
((This is actually going to almost have humor.)) A car came rambling down the street, loud music practically blasting. Some 18-year-old kid pulled up next to Deahma, and shouted something. She apparently couldn't hear, so he shouted it again. "Get in the car, bitch!" He shouted angrily. He took his hand out of the car and revealed a pistol, aiming it at Deahma. "I said, get in!"
Joined: Jun 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 64 Location: Somewhere not normal.... Karma: 2
Re: Deahma's End « Reply #2 on Jun 25, 2007, 8:08pm »
Deahma made a scoff/giggle sound, rolling her eyes slightly. " Pffh. I-" Then Deahma saw the gun. She stopped midsentence, and eyed it warily, backing up a little.
Joined: Jun 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 64 Location: Somewhere not normal.... Karma: 2
Re: Deahma's End « Reply #4 on Jun 27, 2007, 4:45pm »
Deahma realized she did not care. " Pffh. What the hell, go ahead and shoot me." She spread her arms wide, and scoffed. (( I'm so bad with death scenes. I'm so bad at everything. i'm so lame, it's hilarious,))
Joined: Jun 2007 Gender: Female Posts: 64 Location: Somewhere not normal.... Karma: 2
Re: Deahma's End « Reply #6 on Jun 27, 2007, 5:04pm »
Deahma fell over,her back arching before she fell over into the puddle of blood leaking from her head. Her black hair obscured her face and the moths kept ramming into the streetlamp. (( Bugs don't care about Deahma.))