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I love all my RP partners. I do. With my whole entire being.
I also love all of you that follow me, but never speak or RP with me. Which can change anytime you want. I don't, bite, Natasha does though, just so you know.
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SO. Hi. I totally forgot that I had a Wintersoldier account. So uh..if you wanna roleplay with me I'll be on there more too. Multitasking like a boss. it's tws-thewintersoldier. If you get followed, that is still me! Though Bobbi and James are two different characters entirely. If you want we can do a pre(or post)-regaining memories thing.
{Because. James.}
Nightmares.
There was blood. Too much blood, and it was on her hands. It was running down her arms, and dripping onto the floor.
The fire burned. It was too close to her. Her hair was singed. Her hands were blistered. And everywhere around her people were screaming. Screaming for help. Screaming in agony. And she walked by. Ignoring their pleas. Ignoring their pain.
The young girl stared at her. Stared directly into her eyes. Knowing she was going to die, but not afraid of death. She didn’t beg or cry, she sat completely still, as the gun cut into her skull. The trigger was pulled, the young girl slumped over. The mother was screaming, and now she was dead too, and Natalia screamed.
Natalia woke up screaming. The blood curdling sound of someone who’s wrapped in terror. Her hands were shaking, her heart racing. The sweat in her eyes blurred her vision. And she continued to scream. Unable to calm herself. Unable to breathe.
