#bumpxinxthexnight

Setting foot in a hospital was never a good idea.  But what else could he do, when someone he’d known for almost thirty-five years lay on his deathbed, with a family too far away, or perhaps just too indifferent, to be at the man’s side?  

Yet, despite their friendship, Adam stood firm in his whispered, cryptic conversation with the dying man.  He’d even gone so far as to lie outright.  

“I’m sorry.  There’s nothing more I can do.”  

Nothing more he would do, given the risks involved, but how do you tell a desperate, terrified friend that you’re choosing not to save them?  What rationale could he possibly give to justify that now, to someone who would have done anything to live a few more months?

She had tried to cuddle the stuffed animals again as the memories flooded her but she could still not touch any of them.

I’m a ghost. She realized as she cried. I’m a ghost. That’s why I can’t touch these stuffed animals… But I don’t understand… why am I here still, why am I a ghost here, I should be in Heaven with God and the Angels. Did they not let me go to Heaven? Is it because… is it because my wish to be loved couldn’t just not come true with my parents but it couldn’t even come true with God and the Angels, did they send me back down to Earth as a Ghost because even they didn’t want me?

She continued to cry by her tombstone, trying once more to touch a stuffed animal, she wanted to cuddle one so bad, to hold it to her chest, she had never had a stuffed animal, it was one of her wishes to have one and here were several stuffed animals left for her but she could not touch any of them. Why stars? She thought as she looked up into the starry night sky. Why? Why wouldn’t you make my wish come true, why wouldn’t my parents love me? Why wouldn’t God and the Angels love me?

~ Honestly, it could be a toss-up. I’m sure it’s not the fact that you’re a multimuse or that you rp in the horror genre. I mean I’ve seen a lot of people rp with both. I guess it all depends from person to person, but I know the feeling about being aggravated by being used as a meme blog. I would suggest looking at the RP and RPC tags of whatever genre or fandom that you want to have rp partners with. You’ll get some, and some won’t be interested, but reblogging people’s promos usually generates curiosity to yourself. 

The fact that your muses seem fairly well organized is definitely a good thing.. Looking at your blog, one thing that might detract is the fact that I can only scroll so far, and I can’t find any IC posts. For some reason, Tumblr broke any blogs with the “infinite scroll” option, making it impossible to change pages and whatnot. Though if yours doesn’t have that, don’t worry. 

Another thing I would suggest is to make yourself a promo post. Usually, it literally takes only a couple of icons, and a “Like/Reblog if you’d RP with X”, and tag the rp communities that you want to participate in. 

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Sally had only seen Jason from behind before she had attacked him. From which she could tell it was a man. Having a particular dislike and distrust of the gender she had wanted him to suffer before killing him. She had stabbed him in the side instead of jumping on his back and going for the neck or head. She had expected him to fall to his knees, yell, and then beg for his life. When none of that happend Sally was surprised to say the least. She was at a loss for words for a moment.

As he turned around green eyes studied him. There was no fear in them even when seeing the large blade in his hand. Being a ghost tended to give you a jaded view on physical threat. If she would have seen him from the front she would have studied him before attacking. Most humans weren’t that big. She also found the mask odd. She had friends that wore masks. Usually it was to stay hidden or because they were monsters.

Her head tilt mirrored his at this point. This didn’t normally happen. She was at a loss for what to do. Maybe he also wasn’t human. Humans would scramble to stop bleeding and on most occasions would react to pain. She chewed on her lower lip feeling indecisive. She didn’t know if she should apologize or not. Finally the little girl grinned up at him. Maybe he could be a new friend “Hiya! Im Sally, What’s your name?” She asked stretching a hand out for a hand shake

The large slasher stared almost intently at the small girl. It was rare of him to see children around his lands -- usually it had been taken over by irritating teens looking to get high and drink themselves under the table. But this time was different; instead the only intruder here happened to be this small child. Not to mention his somewhat surprise at her sudden attack, yet he should have known by now that some kids were more than capable of defending themselves; Tommy Jarvis, for example. By the way the girl had paused, though -- it did not seem like she wanted to take her advance any further. Instead, she almost mirrored his curiosity. Was she alone? And if so, how on earth would she have gotten here? Every small child had a mother or supervision nearby, right? Just as he did. So why was this girl standing here before him, all by herself? 

Jason kept his gaze on the small child. His hand, clutching the bloodied knife -- released it, letting it hit the floor with a small thump. Perhaps she wouldn’t be needing it, as he at first would turn a blind eye to a child such as her. Though if she continued the same actions as before; he could not guarantee that he would overlook her behaviour. It wasn’t as if she was frightened of him, he knew that for sure. He had seen fear so much that he could most definitely sense it from others -- yet this girl remained calm, even after trying to stab him. 

The masked giant listened to her words. He fully acknowledged everything that she was saying, yet did not respond. Not that he could anyway, his ability to use his voice was taken from him the day water had began to invade his lungs. In response, Jason began to lean over slightly; moving lower and lower until he was clearly looking down over her, taking in her small size and observing her back closely. At this time, he didn’t know what to do -- he had never really stayed in the company of a child for this long. Did she want anything from him? Did she want to go home? To help her leave the camp? If she had been as old as the others who ventured into his camp, those options would be most invalid.

Amanda had been a lot of things during her childhood; a failure, a victim, and a survivor. Out of everything she had surprised herself the most. She graduated with a higher grade than she ever thought she would. She was going to college, community college but it was still just as surreal. She was going to be an art major, which her passion for the hobby surprised her most.

None of it would have happened if it wasn't for Specs. He helped her find her voice and provided her with a safe haven when he didn't have to. She was an adult now, and he didn't have to continue any of this, but he was. He was still supporting her, even letting her use some space he cleared up for her as her work area.

She only wished that she wasn't in love with him. He had been her teacher, in more ways than one. He had shown her so many things, given her so much of her life back. Yet she wanted one more thing: his heart. She held onto this feeling, harbored it for the last few years, but it was weighing her down.

She was waiting at the dining room table, a table they never ate at. Her attention was at the door while she waited for him to come home from school. It was one of her lighter days for class and she had been making sure to keep up with her homework. She had nothing to worry about there, but everything to worry about here.