Professor Layton/Mystery Room OC - Elizabeth KingName : Elizabeth Janelle KingProfessor Layton/Mystery Room OC - Elizabeth King by =TealSeraphim
Age : 27
Appearance : Light-ish blonde hair with brown streaks, aqua eyes, eyes a little too far away from her face, small nose, long-ish lips, freckles scattered around her face, pale, slightly crooked teeth (two look like fangs, sharper than usual but just a genetic thing)
Weight : 125 lbs
Height : 5'2"
Personality : Secluded, shy, soft-spoken, secretive to ((those she doesn't know well))
Nationality : British
Occupation : Investigator in the infamous "Mystery Room"
Biography : *I'll... do this later. Quite tired.*
|I made these. With my own blood, sweat, and tears. |
The Girl With Red Eyes - Chapter Seven“I’m Jareth.” The boy was kind and had beautiful green eyes. He had striking brown hair and a lovely smile, “This is where I live.”
The place was fancier than anything Abelena had seen in a while. It was a spot in a tunnel which led to the town. And Jareth told her the tunnel wasn’t protected by the barrier. He warned her, though, not to leave until he’d helped her back to health.
Jareth seemed to have it all. Food, real bandages, and some new clothes for Abelena. They weren’t as nice as her dress once was, but her dress seemed past its prime. Jareth commented they could use the scraps for bandages and clothes. He sat her down under a warm blanket and brought her some bread.
“Rest up,” He said, “In a few days I’ll take you into town and we can pick a few pockets. After all, the Spring Festival is coming up, and people are loaded for that.”
Abelena could tell Jareth wasn’t like most other thieves. He car
Dream Perpetuity - PrologueSomeday... Someday I’ll be one of the best Daydream Trolls anyone has ever seen!
Well at least... That’s what I wish.
I suppose I can mess up a lot of daydreams and people don’t seem to appreciate that.
Like bringing a hailstorm instead of a light snow or making a tornado instead of a light breeze... Just a few of the mishaps I’m responsible for.
Train all night...
Train all day...
And still don’t feel like I’m good enough.
I train hard, and I really try...
It seems like it’ll be endless perpetuity and I still won’t get anything right!
The real world...
The real world...
It hangs above me like a beacon for hope... Dreamster has gone there, right...?
Maybe... Just maybe...
No, no. I better stop my thoughts there. There’s no way I’d ever be able to go to a pretty, shining city like the ones I see in pictures.
It still hangs like a reminder in my mind...
Someday... I’ll train... And maybe, just maybe.
My Box of Failed IdeasCome along now,
Let's look in the box,
Come along now,
Before you finish your thoughts,
Look in here,
Take a peek,
Don't be shy,
Take a look,
At all my ideas that have died.
There's a story about a board game, that people didn't like,
There's a blue cat, whose fur glimmers in the light.
There's a girl with blonde hair,
And a Marc Jacob's bag,
And truly, to me,
She's really a hag,
But no one would approve,
So I threw her away,
Into this box,
Where my failed ideas stay.
There's a girl with pink hair,
And a boy who wore a dress,
There are lot of things here,
But I digress,
Don't take things out,
Out of this nice box,
For they belong here -
All of my horrible thoughts.
Reader's POV PracticeYou find yourself in a wispy, eerie world. Fog emits from an unseeable source, the place is tinted a strange blue color. It feels oddly humid - you feel condensation on your arm after only what seemed to be a minute. But who knows how time works here?
Is this heaven? Hell? Something else?
You haven't the slightest clue, and you're afraid for the worst.
Your hands tremble, your legs wobble like they do around your secret crush. A brisk, cold wind hits you suddenly and you shiver. You secretly wish you'd brought a coat, but you can't remember where you were before you arrived here. Maybe you were watching Sunday morning cartoons, or maybe you were in class learning about The Embargo Act. Heaven knows..
So what do you remember?
For one, your name. The one thing every movie's protagonist wants to remember. That's a good sign, what else?
You struggle to come up with something but fumble. All you know is your name.
As you struggle, random lines of dialogue flicker in your mind.
'Sweet Angel' - LaughterShippingHold me in your arms, too tight as if you may lose me if you loosened your grip. Let me bury my head in your chest and feel your sweet touch on my cheek. It’s as if this night is my last and tomorrow I will be nothing but a memory burning in your mind.
It’s icy in this house, but I don’t notice. You’re all I need. You make me laugh as I cling tighter and tighter, your body constricted by my touch. But you don’t notice the tightness, just like I don’t notice the cold.
I yawn, growing weary. You look at me, blue eyes seeming to glow. I close my eyes, softly enjoying the moment. And before I drift off to dream, I hear your soft voice whisper -
“Goodnight, sweet angel.”
'No One Will Notice My Pain' - Gabriel CunninghamA sarcastic, messy, smoke-scented exterior.
A hurt, scarred, worthless interior.
I can’t operate anymore.
I can’t see my own son.
My ex-wife hates me. She thinks I’d be a bad influence.
I put on that sarcastic smile each day and my charming attitude, all to hide it.
So no one will notice.
No one will notice my shaking hands, that don’t dare touch a scalpel anymore after the horrors I had to endure, being a military medic.
No one will notice how much I miss Joshua, how much I want to see him.
No one will notice...
No one will notice that it’s all an act.
And I need someone to unfreeze my heart.
Artist | Student | Literature
Name : Cee Wagner
Age : Mental or physical?
Taken by ~TraumaChick777
Has Depression and Anxiety
Disorganized, Eccentric Writer and Artist
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