Unused Ideas 1: Mission The X (Kings & Queens)

So this is a post that I honestly love the idea of, but it didn't fit in anywhere and I honestly feel like it breaks the meta a bit too much... And by the end I ran out of ideas. This is, honestly, a very sparse post.

Into the night

I look sadly at the house, wishing that I didn't have to leave on such short notice. Skye is still asleep. I had left him a note, of course, but that didn't mean that I didn't feel like shit about it. But, orders are orders.

Desperate and broken

Many walk through the path tonight, young, masked, swaddled in black, angry, sad, wondering why. I had never heard of a gathering of Proxies before. And I'm sure that this was only the part that followed orders and were curious enough to come into the path. 

The sound of a fight

I watch as some people walk up to others and begin conversing, trying to see what our "Family" is really like. I have no such wants - I just want to get in and out as soon as possible. This feels like the Hunger Games and I want out. Also, I run the risk of finding that creeper Adrian again. I know that if I saw him again I'd kill him for touching me like he did, no ifs ands or buts. 

Father has spoken.

We all cease talking when we hear the song change. I suppose for each person it's different, but for me it turns into more of someone asking a crowd to settle down before an assembly. Father is there, in the centre of it all. He reaches out to the proxy closest to Him and wraps His tendrils around them. We're confused at first but soon we realize that Father is going to use this person as his mouthpiece. 

We were the kings and queens of promise

"Children"

The murmuring that began again is silenced. Father is using a small girl as his mouthpiece. It's jarring hearing His words and tone come out of her.

"Many of you are confused as to why I have asked you here my children"

We were the victims of ourselves

The little girl, now sitting atop Father's shoulders, smiled.

"Many of you have not been as..."

She stops, frowning. She didn't have a large enough vocabulary to accommodate what Father wanted to say. Ever so gently, he sets her down and released his tendrils form her. He chooses another mouthpiece, picking them up as well. This one was a twenty-something man who had some tattoos.

Maybe the children of a lesser God

"Many of you have not been as familial as I intended you to be."

Murmuring broke out, wondering what He meant. We supported each other, right? I mean yeah I'd love to kill Adrian but that's because he's a sleaze ball, it doesn't matter that he's a proxy. I've long-since realized this.

"Many of you wish death upon your Brothers and Sisters. Many of my children are not here. Many of your hearts betray me."

Father's faceless head turned in my direction and I glared at him, unwavering. Some of those around me gave me sideways glances, wondering what He meant.

Between Heaven and Hell,

"You are chosen for a reason, my children."

Heaven and Hell.

"This is the end, isn't it?" I hear someone whisper near me. I shake my head slightly in silent disagreement. I can still hear the song, seemingly unlike many around me. Or, perhaps, I'm better at interpreting the abstract sounds.

"No," I speak up, louder than intended. Many turn to look at me, including Father and his mouthpiece.

The age of man is over

"This is only the beginning. Listen to Father's song," I announce, voice strong.

"The noble child is correct. I have been trying, children, to guide you to my path and my way. Those who run from us, those who hide from their higher calling..."

A darkness comes at dawn

Reactions vary vastly from hero-worship to disgruntlement. No guesses at which groups I'm in. "I can't believe this," I mutter under my breath.

"Those who hide and those who are not involved, they are useless to us my children."

Some cries of agreement rise up out of the crowd, and the mob mentality starts to take over.

These lessons that we've learned here

"My dear children, we will make this world our own. You shall be powerful, you shall be respected. You will want for nothing, together we can shape this world how we have always wished it to be."

Have only just begun

IM STILL NOT DEAD

My hard drive was just corrupted and a friend gave me a new one but THAT one is damaged as well. Luckily they also gave me a laptop meant for colouring the comic we'll be collaborating on but it can do the internet thing so it's basically my main laptop for now.

I'm still working on part three of the mission post, I know what I want to do I just havent gotten around to typing it up because no laptop.

So right now I'm pulling an all nighter to fix my sleep schedule (i'll go to bed early tomorrow to reset my internal clock) and I'll be figuring out how to play League of Legends.

tl;dr not dead but my laptop is shit and a Dell

this is why i dont like having a life

yeah im posting this from my work. i have a job now guys (woooo!)
i dont really know what i want to do with my slenderblog. i have most of the rest of the 2 mission post parts typed up (blogger deleted some of the 2nd so i was pissed)
i just dont really have any more ideas, or a drive to do it anymore. i mean i work a lot and i'll be starting up school next week i wont really have time for a blog...

i dont know guys....

Blog v. Reality

So blog-verse Tori is very sarcastic, tough, scarred, jaded, and generally not a very smiley person. She wears hoodies in all weather, is too lazy to wear contacts half of the time, has pretty unruly hair that gets in her eyes. She stares blankly at the computer screen as she blogs. This is her:

IRL Tori is not only made of awesome hats. She's made of unicorns and flower crowns.

She also possesses some wicked Photoshop skills. She enjoys books, music, anime, and eating.

She's actually an introverted person, hates humanity with a burning passion, believes in ghosts and demons, and is far too curious for her own good. Also she takes out her anger passive-aggressively on people that she really shouldn't. 

She has a job now at a convenience store where she works as a cashier and stocks shelves. She was supposed to do computer training, but the dumb server blocks the Java updates sooo yeah. 

She has a boyfriend. She loves him very much, but he's got quite a lot of baggage and issues that she doesn't really feel like she can deal with in addition to her own. She's told him that. Yeah.

Basically the only traits that IRL Tori and Blog-verse Tori share are sarcasm. Copious amounts of sarcasm. And being too lazy to put contacts in. 

Why this post? The fuck if I know. (I'm so not putting off typing up those mission posts. No way.)

All aboard the nope train to fuck-that-ville

Yeah I went back to that abandoned house the other week. Took some pictures. Here are said pictures.

The reason for the title of this post though is the next picture. Just do me a favour and open it in a new tab or something and zoom in on the window.

I have manipulated the fuck out of this in photoshop and can't really understand how it's there you know? Just... NOPE.

Never going back there alone because I'm paranoid like that. 

Best use for empty bullet casings

Okay first off I'm doing the whole picture uploading from my phone, so I hope it works.

Ah yes, using bullet casings as mini vases for genetic mutants of the clover variety is how I do things. (They're the shells I get from shooting the AR-15. Fun times.)

And I know I said I wouldn't talk about the Slenderblog on here, but I have no clue when I'll have Tori come back. Maybe Monday? I really don't know... it depends on how long the post will take me. Be warned: it's gonna be a long ass post.

So yeah, that's it.

Oh, and one more thing: I do believe in luck - and mine is horrid.

Dog.

Le gasp! My face!

I was bored. How do personal blog?

It's Not Illegal If You Don't Get Caught:

Urban exploring, a summary. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, urban exploring is when you go into an abandoned building (paper mill, hospital, house, ect) and take pictures. You don't mess with anything and you don't take anything back with you. And if you pick something up to read it, you put it back down where it was. You just find a way in, document what you can see in pictures, and then get the hell out of dodge and avoid cars and normal people who may or may not report you to the police.

I personally think that you can tell a lot about what happened before a place was abandoned by the state it's in, but that's just me. Now I'm just gonna spam the rest of this post with pictures. :3

Yes this is the background for my Slender Blog. 

OOC Blog for the win

I won't talk about what I have planned for the blog on here, but if you haven't read my old one and want to know something specific (not like "Hey what happened on the other blog?" you can ask like "So how did Sky die? Or Vic?") feel free to ask.

As for myself, my name is also Tori but my given name is Victoria (I'm a queen bitches.). I do, in fact have a boyfriend. The ones I killed off in my blog existed as boyfriends as well. I'm still on good terms with the both of them actually.

I have a tumblr, youtube account where I kid myself into thinking I can sing and my mic is quality, and a vlog channel that I never update. And I have a FictionPress account where I write things.

And since I'm a fucking rebel: Here's a super low-quality picture of my face, taken by my  lovely webcam about ten minutes ago of me typing this!

And I don't usually wear makeup but I have senior portraits and was like "fuck it why not."
Also: It's not a fedora it's a Tribly. There's a difference and I know it. I'm not some annoying dudebro. -.-