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calliopes_pen) wrote2004-09-21 03:16 pm
calliopes_pen) wrote2004-09-21 03:16 pm
Tara
I am now Tara Maclay in a RPG set post-season 6. It is an alternate reality where Tara did not die. The group is called lifeinsunnydale. My username is heavenly_tara
This is the sample post I sent to join the game. A friend seemed to like it, and so did the person I sent it to when I applied. I just wanted to post it, since it might work as a story idea.
Feeling the bullet tear through my shoulder, I scream in pain. I am unable to stand any longer, and fall to the ground. Weakness spreads through me for a moment, and as I pass out from the shock, I hear Willow scream a wild, animalistic scream.
Later, I regain consciousness….it could be moments or hours later, I don’t know. All I know is that Willow is gone, and I must find her. Sitting up, I gasp for a moment as a pain goes through my arm, and I remember the bullet. Willow must think I am dead.
Deciding to fight the pain, I walk downstairs. As I go into the backyard, I see that there is blood on the ground. Someone else was shot. Was it Dawn?
“It’s Buffy. She was shot.” Turning, I see that Dawn is standing there.
After Dawn fills me in, I head to the hospital to stop Willow. If she thinks I am dead, she might seek revenge whoever shot me.
As I get to the hospital, I see Willow is leaving. I’m not strong enough at the moment to follow her, so I stop. I look again, and see that she has apparently teleported away. How could she have gotten strong enough for that? Unless…. The Darkest Magick books at The Magic Box. She must have used them.
Casting a quick locater spell, I see that she has gone into the woods. Deciding to find her however I can, I follow to where she is. As I get there, I gasp in horror. Willow has tied Warren to a tree, and is slowly torturing him. I cannot let this continue.
“Willow? Willow! Don’t do this!”
Suddenly, I wake up. Terrified for a moment that it is happening again, I look at Willow. She isn’t evil anymore, and I am not bleeding from a gunshot wound. Those events happened months ago, and yet I still dream about it nearly every night. Thank the goddess I managed to stop her from killing Warren. Wondering what would have happened if I hadn’t stopped her, I know nothing good would have come of it. Those thoughts can only lead to misery. Turning back over, I return to sleep, praying that I will not dream of that horrible night ever again.
lifeinsunnydale. My username is heavenly_taraThis is the sample post I sent to join the game. A friend seemed to like it, and so did the person I sent it to when I applied. I just wanted to post it, since it might work as a story idea.
Feeling the bullet tear through my shoulder, I scream in pain. I am unable to stand any longer, and fall to the ground. Weakness spreads through me for a moment, and as I pass out from the shock, I hear Willow scream a wild, animalistic scream.
Later, I regain consciousness….it could be moments or hours later, I don’t know. All I know is that Willow is gone, and I must find her. Sitting up, I gasp for a moment as a pain goes through my arm, and I remember the bullet. Willow must think I am dead.
Deciding to fight the pain, I walk downstairs. As I go into the backyard, I see that there is blood on the ground. Someone else was shot. Was it Dawn?
“It’s Buffy. She was shot.” Turning, I see that Dawn is standing there.
After Dawn fills me in, I head to the hospital to stop Willow. If she thinks I am dead, she might seek revenge whoever shot me.
As I get to the hospital, I see Willow is leaving. I’m not strong enough at the moment to follow her, so I stop. I look again, and see that she has apparently teleported away. How could she have gotten strong enough for that? Unless…. The Darkest Magick books at The Magic Box. She must have used them.
Casting a quick locater spell, I see that she has gone into the woods. Deciding to find her however I can, I follow to where she is. As I get there, I gasp in horror. Willow has tied Warren to a tree, and is slowly torturing him. I cannot let this continue.
“Willow? Willow! Don’t do this!”
Suddenly, I wake up. Terrified for a moment that it is happening again, I look at Willow. She isn’t evil anymore, and I am not bleeding from a gunshot wound. Those events happened months ago, and yet I still dream about it nearly every night. Thank the goddess I managed to stop her from killing Warren. Wondering what would have happened if I hadn’t stopped her, I know nothing good would have come of it. Those thoughts can only lead to misery. Turning back over, I return to sleep, praying that I will not dream of that horrible night ever again.