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Mila Barnette - #75 The House Two months after Mila’s capture, the buzzing started. At first it was insignificant – a faint humming in her ears, so soft that she had first mistaken it for a straining light bulb, a broken alarm, the static of a surveillance camera. Something that would fade...

Mila Barnette - #75 Mila had spent years craving for this very moment. For freedom. Lying down in her white-coated room, these thoughts would devour her mind, pulling her in and through daydreams that were both familiar and new. But now she faced quite an opposite dilemma. In her newly...

[div class=charactername]Mila Barnette[/div] fa-quote-left[div class=quote]It's difficult to decide where to go when there are 100 different possibilitiesfa-quote-right[/div] [div class=textarea][div class=tabs][div class=tab]Information[/div][div class=tab]Images[/div][div...

Sorry, I’m been a bit busy over the last couple of days. I’ll be getting my cs up by tomorrow morning!

Really interested! I'll post a character sheet tomorrow

I was thinking the exact same thing! @Hoodie if you or @SophisticatedTruffle want to chat about it, feel free to pm me. Sorry for invading the thread! I just love Umbrella Academy haha

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Sometimes Eilidh would think herself to be invincible – as if some sort of undeniable force was shielding her from the great unknown. No matter what danger she’d end up facing, the pirate always left with herself intact, even if it was just by a fraction. Perhaps such near-misses had gotten to...

Joce quickly let go, looking at the boy with wide eyes. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry," she sobbed, whipping her tears on the cuff of her jumper. "Where- why - how?" the mumbled nonsensically, shaking her head slightly. He had disappeared six months ago, taken by a monster. Joce could remember every...

A pulse of panic undulated through her, starting deep in her chest and spreading across her body like blood through veins. She watched Vanek double over and cradle his chest, trying to comprehend the situation. Was this a reaction to the planet’s oxygen? Was it poisoning him? Then, without any...

Joce ducked down into the bushes. Oh gosh - she was so stupid. The girl squeezed her eyes closed - if she couldn't see him, he couldn't see her, right? Nope; The world didn't work that way. The bird perched itself delicately on one of the house's wires. It looked down at her smugly, chirping a...

Joce crept up to the house's front, making sure to keep her footsteps soft and silent. Why was she doing this? She didn't know exactly. It was a gut feeling the moment she caught sight of that man - not that his back was an exact give-away that she had any connection with him. But she trusted...

Eilidh narrowed her eyes and turned to the solider, "You saw that too?" she remarked, cringing at the slight croak in her voice. The pirate placed a hand up to her forehead and wiped some sweat away, "I thought I was loosing my mind," she muttered to herself. Maybe she was, in all honesty. Maybe...

"Idiot," Joce muttered to herself, crumbling the wrappers into a ball and pocketing them. If she'd been there a second longer, that store-worker would have probably caught her - then what would have all this been for? Ray would have been in and out of that store before anyone could see him, then...

Joce almost slipped when she ran around the corner. The girl had ran a few blocks before she finally decided to stop, having noticed that she wasn't being followed. In her hands, she cradled the candy as if they were pieces of pure gold. Which is what they felt like, in all honestly - a heavy...

Joce had to hold the candy bars down in her coat's pockets to stop them from flooding out. The store's supply was rather sparse, but the young girl was ecstatic that they had KitKats - they were, by far, her favourite. She quickly passed up a look upward and noticed the peak of someone else's...

Well, that candy-bar did nothing. The girl licked her fingers one by one, removing any last remanent of sugar. Once again, her stomached snarled up at her. This time, however, it started to threaten the slow and painful process of self-digestion. She didn't have anything to silence it, though...

Joce barely slept last night - but that wasn't exactly a surprise. She sat silently on the cobbled stone floor, pulling her coat's red hood delicately over her face. Recently, the days had passed by like shadows drifting slowly over the moon, slicing its figure bit by bit night by night...

  A story about a boy, a girl and a whole lot of monsters. Wick and Iridescence