will you be aware of when you slip into insanety?
I know that i'd get to accept and cherish madness anyways, because it's all what i'd have left, but that transitioning moment between both states intregues me. I mean, the amount of potential for what's to come and fear of losing your very...
i don't really know under what tag i should put these stuff. They're not poetry, nor are they stories. they're just....thoughts? i guess. Insignificant most of the time, -probably with some spelling mistakes- also probably won't be read by anyone anyways.
sooo there they are.
enjoy....or not.
"If by any chance one of you were to be a Spy it would be too late anyways. So, cards on the table. We're getting out of here tonight." Echo frowned slightly as her ears caught what Stryke was saying. The group around her seamed both excited and interested, all speaking in hushed voices. The...
SUBJECT'S IDENTIFICATION:
NAME:
Emilly
CALLSIGN:
Echo.
AGE:
8 years and three months/ 21 years
GENDER:
female
ETHNICITY:
Sweden Fin
SEXUALITY:
Asexual
SUBJECT'S BEHAVIOR PATTERNS:
Echo tends to keep to herself a lot when it comes to her problems, she hides this trait however by helping...
Mira Atkinson
They both knew there were no earpeices, and the idea of implants scared both of the women. Mira now was able to focus her attention on her breathing, Joyce's footsteps and the awful smells around, thus managing to throw the voice who kept telling her to stab her companion, to the...
Sloan (September) Riggs
She let herself in, looking around the familiar setting, and entered M's working room to find him seated in front of his computer in his usual position.
September sat on one of the sofas, took the cake out of the box and handed it to M who talked to her without turning...
Mira Atkinson
''I'm Mira'' she answered allowing Joyce to lead the way. ''um, i woke up in kind of a room that led to four different corridors... I took this one but I think the other three are open as well. We can try looking there''
The voice was becoming louder........louder..........louder...
Sloan (September) Riggs
A large screen almost taking one of the entire walls in September's home office desplayed the cursive letter M, as the familiar voice started talking. September was seated four feet away from the screen, on her desk, classifying old cases, looking for paterns and...