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Blythe

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a character in “Bound At The Wrists”, originally authored by airedeiagrace, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name:Blythe
Nickname:Bly
Gender: 17
Height: 4‘10“
Weight: 105
Type (Human or Demonic Human) Demonic Human
Good or Evil: Evil…for now
Hair: Blythe hair goes down to the middle of her back, it is black, blonde and red, and is cut ragged and in different lengths. The red and blonde are only on her bangs
Eyes: deep green
Personality: Blythe might be small and tiny, but she is stubborn, sarcastic, rude, out going and was brought up believing humans were a menace to society. Peyton does have a side that is nice, but she hasn‘t met anyone that deserved her being nice to them, but maybe someone could get close to the other side of her, who knows. She doen't give two shits what other people think of her.

So begins...

Blythe's Story

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Character Portrait: Valerie Collum Character Portrait: Mello Kheel Character Portrait: Evangeline S. Honeysett Character Portrait: Aidan Monrey Character Portrait: Blythe
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Aidan grumbled softly upon hearing Blythe open the door fairly hard, the result ending with what seemed like the sound of a door falling. 'She never listens' he thought while standing up and brushing off invisible dirt on him. He lifted his left hand and combed though his chocolate color locks all the while walking towards where the captives were. The halls were dimly lit and the lights were spread apart a good distance, to the point of where there would be a dark gap of no light and then light once again. At that moment he heard the other demon give a command in a fairly harsh voice. "Oh good you are awake...but you need to keep your mouths shut, if you don't I'll do it for you". Now he had rounded the corner and saw the broken door at which the young female before had broken earlier today.

Some of the victims were awake and trembling with fear. A boy with coal black hair was crying from the pain he was feeling right now. A girl with sun colored air was wincing in pain while trying to fight back tears. Some other girl he didn't notice before hung her head down as if she were unconscious. 'probably couldn't handle the pain' At that thought he walked up to Blythe, making sure to go into her personal bubble. Oh how fun irritating someone was.

"So, what you gonna do now? Make them suffer then they already are? Torture them until they bleed to death? I would ever so like to hear what!" Aidan said in a mocking tone. He wanted to know for the fun of it. Not to actually enjoy himself while others are in pain. Although right now he was feeling fairly lazy and decided to sit on a box b the door. He put his left foot on top of his right knee while holding his head up with his palm.

'Maybe I'll save them later. Keyword; later'

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Character Portrait: Valerie Collum Character Portrait: Mello Kheel Character Portrait: Brooklyn Parker Character Portrait: Evangeline S. Honeysett Character Portrait: Aidan Monrey Character Portrait: Blythe
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Pain. It was the first thing she felt as she awoke. She could feel every muscle, every fiber in her, screamed out in pain. Even her eyes ached beyond measure. She could see hints of red even though she hadn't even tried to open her eyes yet. As she did attempt to look out of one though, she felt as though it was weighed down. She tried to raise her arm to open it that way but she let out a loud gasp when she felt te sharp sensation go all throughout her arm. "Ouch." She mumbled. After minutes of just sitting trying to get her eyes open, she could finally make them into tiny slits to see the things around her. The sight that she saw was not a pleasant one.

There were people, strewn all around her. Some were crying, others were on the verge of screaming. Some were already screaming. She couldn't really see much though because there were red blotches running over her eyes. Considering the pain in her forehead, those red blotches were blood. She had heard something about foreheads before hadn't she? She couldn't remember. Oh god she couldn't remember anything. What was her name again? How does somebody forget their own name? She tried to supress the fear she felt rising in her, and struggled to keep her breathing steady.

It was about that time that she saw people standing in the room. They weren't injured, and obviously weren't helping. She tried to speak but felt her mouth was full with something. She swallowed and felt the salty taste of her own blood. It must have gotten there while she was sleeping when her forehead dripped. She opened her eyes fully but felt a stinging pain in her left. Black eye maybe? Even her hair was matted and stained with her own blood, as well as the floor. When she managed to move her arms a little, she tried to push herself up to a position that didn't make all of the cuts and bruises feel worse than she should. She managed to prop her back against the wall, but that only introduced her to new pains laced along her back. She tried not to close her eyes again from the pain because she was scared she would not be able to open them again. Instead she let out a soft moan, which in the place she was in sounded like somebody yelling into a microphone. It was so quiet.

Taking her focuse back to the two standing in the room she tried to speak. The first time nothing came out, and she felt the dryness in her throat. But the second time she tried to speak louder and she managed to speak clearly. "What the hell is going on?" Even though she only spoke a few words she could feel the dry bitterness in her mouth increase. She was so thirsty even blood looked good, even though she knew it wouldn't help in the slightest.

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Brooklyn would have spit in the girls face if she had anything left to spit. Of course she didn't hear her, she was passed out. When she let go of her shirt she could still feel her hand holding it, shhe was suprised that she could even feel her shirt with all the other pains and aches rushing through her. Her fists clenched as she realized these two were probably why they were here in the first place. She hardly focused on what was going on or the words spoken as what was going on registered to her finally. Brooklyn had the tendency to get angry easily, and in situations like this, she would normally be spitting out words she would come to regret later. In this case though, she could hardly even mouth a word if she wanted to.

She struggled to listen to what was going on but could hardly hear anything that mattered. She heard the name Blythe come from the boys mouth and figured that was the girl who wrinkled her shirt, not that it made the bloodstained thing look any worse. A few other words were spoken and the two standing in front of them actually seemed normal, but it was anoying when they would call the people chained to the wall humans. They were humans too, so it wasn't like they were calling them out.

Then the two started having a conversation about hating humans. It was hard to understand because she still didn't get why they were refereing to humans as a different species or anything. The only thing she got from it was that the girls family died so she hated people. Maybe they were just crazy. That was it, they two were just crazy and thought they weren't human or something. "Lets leave before I decided I want to torture them more." She heard 'Blythe' say before walking to the broken door. When did the door break? She thought to herself. God, she had to get out of here. There might be more than two of them. After all, Blythe was rather small. Maybe she could just slip the chains off when she left. It would probably hurt since they were pretty snug, but the blood on her hands hadn't dried all the way. If she was to do it at all now would be the most reasonable time.

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As the two were leaving she saw them both look at her. The boy gave a look that seemed like a 'I'll be back' kind of thing but she wasn't sure, the room wasn't the brightest. The look that Blythe gave her though was clear. She hated Broolyn already. Well that was just fine, because Brooklyn didn't particularly like Blythe either. She heard Blythe's story, and she understood why she would do this. But since SHE was one of the people bound up she was a bit pissed. Now she was going to have to get out somehow, and however that would happen would not be fun.

Looking at her bindings she felt a wave of hopelessness wash through her. They were barely loose on her, and if she did what she was planning on doing, it would hurt like hell. Not to mention they might not even come off, even with her hands still slick with blood. She could try to untie them, but she would have to use her teeth. Her plan seemed less and less likely to work. But when she thought about how Blythe hated 'humans' and the fact that she gave Brooklyn a dirty look made her decide it was at least worth a try.

Brooklyn tried to hoist herself up to her arms that were above her head but she felt a pain rush through her arms the moment she began to lift and let out a small cry of pain. She landed roughly back on the floor, but found that at least her butt didn't hurt. Comforting to know that they didn't hit her there. Instead of using her arms again she tried to move her legs but found even then that it hurt to simply shift them. In the time that had passed of her being awake she had managed to muster the ability to speak again, and used her restored ability to let out more than a few unkind words.

She looked at the others but they seemed to just be sitting, some still crying. How pathetic. She knew it was rude to even think that, but they chose to cry and waste the little water they still had in them instead of trying to get out. She was getting out, and she was getting out as fast as she could. She wasn't going to wait for anybody to come back, or for nobody to come and just let her slowly die from dehydration.

Looking back up at the ropes she clenched her teeth together and began to lift herself, screaming a muffled scream through her teeth. She hoped that they weren't still close by. She couldn't hear them anymore though so she should be out of their hearing range too. Oh god the pain, it hurt so much. She managed to get up to the rope but found she wouldn't be able to open her mouth without alerting the entire building that she was moving around. Reluctantly she felt herself lower back onto the ground. Now it was her trying to hold back tears. She felt defeated. Her cuts and scratches on her arms and legs had reopened and were now bleeding openly again. That would be hard to miss.

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Character Portrait: Valerie Collum Character Portrait: Mello Kheel Character Portrait: Brooklyn Parker Character Portrait: Aidan Monrey Character Portrait: Blythe
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Brooklyn looked at the boy next to her, suprised to hear another voice. "Hey... I have an idea, I can try and bite your ropes off... but if they hear you yell or anything, than we're both dead." Did she, did she actually encourage somebody to escape from failing? That was a first, she doubted she had ever helped somebody have hope to do anything. Sure enough a few moments later another girl started trying to break free. She couldn't believe it. Looking at the boy, she could tell he wasn't going to get to her ropes either. His injuries were just as bad as hers were, at least they look like it. He tried to get to her rope but fell just as she did.

Just then she heard a different sound in the other corner. There was a girl with a concrete slab. Wait, where were her ropes? She had cut the ropes off! Excited, Brooklyn tried to lift herself once more, but quickly fell again from the pain. She called over to the girl as quite as she could, "Hey, untie me!" But she also begun to hear voices in the distance. Oh great, just wonderful. They must have heard her when she got loose. Good thing Brooklyn hadn't gotten out of the ropes yet, otherwise they might think she started the idea. Granted she did, but she wasn't going to die because of it if she could just lie and live a bit longer. But her open wounds...they would know she tried to escape, at least if they were smart they would.

She swallowed the panic creeping up in her throat and tried to think. She just wanted the ropes off, just wanted out. She felt something course through her, adrenaline maybe? Whatever it was it gave her strength and she pulled herself up, biting on her lip so she wouldn't scream. She felt a something come from her lip and knew it must be blood. But she didn't care. She lifted herself and started at the knots with her teeth, making a nice substitute as something to bite on. The knots were tight, and she pulled as hard as she could. They were slowly coming undone but it wasn't fast enough.

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(sorry, started working on the post before the others)

That was about the time the two entered the room. She dropped right before they came in, making it seem as though she had never risen in the first place. As Blythe began speaking about moving them she realized that now escape was hopeless. THey would make it impossible to even try to escape. How had they even heard them? She didn't know, but as Blythe told them not to try anything, she knew there was no point in even playing nice. She would never take this crap, and she wasn't going to be even more humiliated than she felt.

"We aren't smart enough for you two?" She said with a hoarse laugh behind her words. "Really? You accidentally broke a door, and refer to us all as humans. You claim not to be, and even though you managed to hear us from that far away, I sorely doubt that you aren't. I know that you will probably just torture me more for saying anything but honestly, the only other way you could hurt me is by dropping me on the floor until the last uninjured part of me is bruised!" She breathed a little heavily after saying that and knew she should have probably kept her mouth shut but she didn't care. They were crazy, and she was going to die. She had a right to be angry and yell.

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Mello watched Blythe and Aidan argued with each other, they were talking about things that... he didn't want to be involved in. "Well if the others get out too then I guess I can help. But I am not showing them any compassion. They better be ready because this isn't going to be easy Aidan and some of them might even die...but not by my hands" she glared at Aidan "and one other thing...you have to help me with my hand before we do anything..I hate when I get that angry, but it comes with being demonic huh?"

Mello felt hope rising within him. They were demons. He knew that for a fact. There was no other explanation for that punch in the wall, and the way they spoke about people. They looked human, spoke like humans, but they were definitely not human. This cruelty doesn't come with being human, as cruel as they can be. Although now they show a bit of compassion, Aidan, the guy who cared for humans, didn't bother lifting a finger to even help before. Humans at least aren't this cruel... hopefully.

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Character Portrait: Evangeline S. Honeysett Character Portrait: Blythe
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Evangeline cried out loud as the girl - Evangeline just couldn't think of her as having a name, she wa too inhuman - punched the wall. Quickly, she stifled her shriek and bit her lip. Would the girl come after next? Evangeline hoped not.

"Please, Lord, help us out, keep us safe," she prayed silently.

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Evangeline listened as Blythe offered to help. "But... How am I supposed to get out? They're too tight..." She squirmed and wriggled about, trying to loosen the ropes. Finally, she felt the pressure on her left wrist loosen a little. Pulling hard, she managed to get her wrist out of its binds. Her spirits lifted, she started pulling at the other ropes with her hand.

Looking around, she realized another girl had already gotten free. "I've got to get out!" she told herself.

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Mello immediately realized that he was wasting time listening to all of this. He looked around, and found a rusty nail embedded in between the cracks of the concrete wall. He inched towards the wall slowly by using his legs, and fell forward, pressing his face against the wall. It disgusted him to know that there was blood all over the wall, it stained both the rusted nail and the concrete. He didn't care at the moment, all he wanted was to escape.

Mello inched his head painfully towards the nail, and in a very awkward position, he took his front teeth, and grabbed the nail. It was stuck tightly, he knew he might chip his tooth from doing so, but he tried anyways. he pulled, hard, all of a sudden, pain shot down his back, but he ignored it. The nail tasted absolutely disgusting, metallic taste spilled through his mouth, but he also tried to ignore it. Finally, it was to much, he spit blood on the ground next to him, and tried again.

He pulled with all his might, and didn't chip a tooth, but he managed to get it out. The nail was in his mouth, then. He lifted his wrists to stab the rope with the sharp end of the nail, it hurt to even move his arms, but he tried anyways, and did stab it, in several places, trying to aim for the knot. He ended up getting to it, and he pulled up the nail with his neck, but he didn't get the double knot fully untied, he constantly worked at it, until both the first and second knot were untied, and the ropes fell onto the ground, victory was his.

He looked at his wrists, they were raw, red, and bleeding. It didn't feel nearly as bad as the rest of his body though. He sighed, and fell on the ground, so tired... he stayed awake, and looked at the two demons hopefully, they would help now.

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Abijah


Abijah sighed. The lights were off. He sat in silence for a while, and looked up at the ceiling. That had to be Jasper that turned off the lights. Only he would do such things at these times. Abijah cleared his bangs from his face, to see better, and looked up. Demons generally can't see as well in the dark, but better then humans. Abijah's eyes could always, for some reason, see through the dark, clearer than most demons. Jasper was there, smirking, and holding the power switch down. Abijah smiled randomly, and said, "Jaz, I don't think that was necessary. Blythe was there with Aidan, and besides, as stupid Aidan might be, he would randomly untie the humans. He only plays with people he likes."

Abijah suddenly felt pain coarsing through his body, Not again, he thought. He felt as though gravity were pulling him down with a hundred times the usual amount. He clutched his heart, at where the pain was the most, at that given point of time. Sometimes his lungs started hurting, but this time it was his heart. The pains usually lasted for three minuets. Three minuets of torture. He barely managed to hold in his yell of pain, and hoped Jasper wouldn't notice anything. It's already happened six times that day, and that was unusual. Every single time, Abijah feels the pain, he hopes he finally gets to die that time. But he's counted one thousand, eight hundred, and thirty two times, it's been over a year, and he still hasn't died yet. The doctors suspected less than one year, but they had said there have been records of two years. Over the years, Abijah built up pain tolerance for these random spurts of pain. Normally he'd be screaming on the ground with Ariel next to him, but he's gotten better. He can hardly move with it though. But of course, he's also a demon, so it may take up to double the time of the amount said. Four years. Was he going to live up to nineteen at all?

The longest three minuets of his life passed, and the pain was gone again. He started breathing hard, but tried to make it so that Jasper couldn't see what was wrong. He's only known Jasper for about a week, and so far, every time, he's managed to hide these random spurts of pain, "Well?" he said as calmly as he could.

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Character Portrait: Brooklyn Parker Character Portrait: Alex Gilmore Character Portrait: Aidan Monrey Character Portrait: Jasper Character Portrait: Blythe Character Portrait: Abijah
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Brooklyn

Brooklyn felt everything happen so quickly. Just as the others were escaping the lights just stopped working, leaving them in darkness. She knew this place looked old and abandoned but it looked more like it was turned off than blown out. She tried to adjust her eyes but its hard to see when theres no light at all.

"Well this is just brilliant," she said. In the distance she could hear a clicking. She cringed everytime she heard it, making a shiver go down her spine. Had she heard it before? All she knee was it was already annoying her and she could hardly even hear it. There were voices behind the door but they were too muffled to understand. "Are there more of you?" She said. These two were helping her and she had a hard enough time coping with what was going on. Sge doubted the others were as 'kind'.

Alex

Alex put her hand up to her mouth as though she was offended by what Jasper said. "Jasper!" She said in a sarcastic tone. "I am shocked!" She changed her voice back to her normal tone and continued, "Besides, you would be suprised how fun it is to be me in heels. Fighting is much more fun." She smiled for a moment but was once again distracted by the voices that had woken her up in the first place.

"So Aiden and Blythe are going rogue? As much fun as it would be to kill them now I think we should just let them go. A chase is almost as fun as the torturing, and how often can you chase humans AND demons?" She of course said this to where only Jasper and Abijah could hear. "And if we don't catch them," which she knew they would. "I won't wear my heels for...a week. Fair enough?"