#jacquelineevans

I left without warning again, sorry >.<

Well, I can't really reply to you all because tumblr won't show me the links and such. Anyway, I had this urge to write about how to school was established while I was gone, and so I wrote a little thing. I don't know if I should post it because I have absolute horrid writing skills (To me, at least,) and i'm not done just yet. I felt terrible for leaving, but i'm back!

Now that i'm back, could those people who I owe replies to like this and/or send me the link to our rp? 

Or, you can like if you want a starter. We can talk about what character you'd like to use, and we could plot if you want (Though, i'm terrible at that too.). 

I'll leave this out for a couple of hours, then reply to each and every single one of you at once sometime later today.

I’ll generate a number from 1-77 (YES SEVENTY SEVEN OPTIONS!) to see what is in our muse’s destinies then I’ll write some drabble based on the number generated.

70. Our muses are destined to fall for each other when they’re stranded on an island

Nick was breathing heavily, his head throbbing in pain. He groaned, attempting to lift up his heavy eyelids. His arms and legs were aching, and he could barely move. His whole body felt like it was on fire, yet, he somehow managed to open his eyes. He was instantly blinded by the sun, making him flinch. He eventually gathered the strength to sit up, his mind racing. What happened? Where am I? Will I live? 

Nick got to his feet, taking in his surrounding. He was on sand, his clothes were torn, tattered, and soaking wet. About ten blocks in front of him was a jungle. It didn’t take Nick long to figure out he was lost, stranded on an island. He couldn’t sense any doors to the school, and as far as he knew, he was currently alone. The last thing he remembered was being with Jacqueline. Then, worry filled him. He wondered where the girl was. He hoped she was okay. Nick was thankful the academy had taught him how to survive; however, he wasn’t sure how long he’d last. 

After weeks of wandering, gathering food, and building shelter, Nick found smoke in the sky not to far from the beach. Overwhelmed, he ran towards the smoke, finding a bonfire. Next to the bonfire, was a girl. She seemed to be doing fine, though, he clothes were torn and tattered as well. 

Crimson stood in front of the mirror, looking at herself in it, nodding at her costume. She was going to be a witch. She was wearing a purple and black lacey corset dress, though she made sure her scars were hidden. A purple cloak with black on the inside hung around her shoulders, black converse on her feet.

She had a pentagram necklace on and a bracelet with a black rose and two moons. Her blue eyes traveled to her hair, which had purple streaks in it, surprisingly, the dye was holding. Turning and grabbing her phone, slipping it into her bra, she headed downstairs, meeting Crash in the entryway. She pulled her witches hat on and turned to look at her brother.

Crash was a skeleton. He had on a hoody with bones on the outside, matching skinny jeans to go with it. He had on gloves with bones on the top, making them look like skeleton hands. He'd gotten contacts, making them white, which Crimson honestly found creepy. He had a skeleton hand for a bracelet, and a skeleton shoe. To top it all off, he had gotten white dye to stick in his hair.

"Ready?" He asked his sister.

"Yup," she said and they headed out.

They were going to go to Jacqueline's house, meeting her and Cicero, along with the new babies, knowing that they didn't know how to get to Ethan's place. Crash and Crimson headed out into the car, pulling out and driving to Jacqueline's house, parking outside it.

Skylar finally put the finishing touches on his pirate costume. He went all out, you could say. He was wearing the poofy white-washed shirt, a belt around his middle. Dark colored pants hung low on his hips, though you couldn't see thanks to the shirt. A pirate hat adorned his head, while pirate boots took position on his feet. He had a pirate's medallion hanging around his neck, a skull and crossbones earring in his ear. He'd just finished putting on his sword and flint lock pistol.

He made sure his hair looked fine, running his hands through it and then smirked at his reflection. He turned and headed to the living room, grabbing his car keys and phone, slipping them into his pants pocket as he did. Looking at what his sister was wearing he chuckled. "Well, aren't you original," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Shut up. It's perfect," she stated, crossing her arms. "And be nice. It's my birthday," she smirked at him.

"Yeah, yeah, Happy Birthday and Halloween," he told her, leaning against the wall.

Serenity rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue back out at him, thinking her vampire costume was amazing. She wore a short black corset dress with purple trimming on the corset part, black knee-high boots adorning her feet, high heeled of course, making her taller.

An old black Victorian choker necklace hugged her neck, hiding her bite scars, bat earrings with 'blood drops' were in her ears. She had black gloves with white lacing on them, having tied them off on a bow on the ends. She had put some light blue in her hair, her fangs out to pull the rest of the outfit off.

Tom walked out of the shop, heading towards the address Crash sent him. He got no looks as he walked, but he supposed that was because it was Halloween, which he was extremely grateful for. He was wearing a leather belly shirt, matching leather shorts, and a leather jackets with cut out sleeves. His black boots with lots of buckles hitting the pavement as he walked to the house.

He had all his regular jewelry on. His fallen angel necklace was around his neck, Angel wings in his ears, red garnet adorned the earrings, while his gold angel bracelet was placed on his wrist. He had his angel wings belly button piercing in place, smiling at the familiarity of it hitting his stomach as he walked. He also had his blue labret piercing in, messing with it from the inside of his mouth.

His wings were out and he could tell people were looking them as he walked. It took everything in him not to ruffle them, or pull them back in nervousness. The black and purple wings he was once so fond of, put him into a nervous panic attack most days, but not today. He looked up as he finally reached the house.

Ethan was not original in the slightest, so he didn't really put any effort into his costume. He changed into his demon state, his black ears and tail in full view. His eyes were red, thanks to the change.

As for his out fit he had a black tee on with red lettering reading 'THIS IS MY FUCKING HALLOWEEN COSTUME' but the Fucking was half bleeped. He was wearing skinny jeans, holes all over, with black mid thigh biker boots.

His jewelry was what he usually had. His black lip ring, fancy septum piercing. The pentagram necklace and skull and crossbones bracelet, made of letter. His bullet plugs were in his ears and he topped it all off with black and red finger-less gloves that went to his elbow.

Crimson grinned and packed up the last of her stuff, hauling the boxes down the stairs and into the front yard. Now all she had to do was wait for Cicero to show up with the moving trailer. She wasn't taking that much, just stuff from her bedroom and her guitar of course. Crimson smiled, thinkin about their new apartment. It was nice and simple. A one bedroom, one bath, a living room, kitchen and a closet.