trollinthecloset

If your character(s) could be summed up in a cliche, a saying, or a quote, what would it be? To be clear-  I'm looking for an already existing saying, cliche, or quote, not for you to make one up that fits your character. Find one that already exists! Leave your answer in a comment and I will add it to the running list! (P.S. This is just for fun I thought it would be interesting. You can also do more than one if you like!) Command :bulletyellow: Rorin: "Carpe (that fucking) diem." :bulletyellow: Tony: "Work hard, play hard!" :bulletyellow: Lana: "Live fast, die young and leave a good-looking corpse!" :bulletyellow: Kyle: "Lucky Charms, th

One step, ship hallway. Next step, another hallway. An entirely different hallway. This was not the hallway of a ship. This was the hallway of a house. No, of a home. Pictures littered the walls, a trail of toys lead away from him and into the next room. He followed it cautiously, the gold of his uniform clashing loudly with the muted decor of the home. The next room was a living room of some kind, the pile of toys even more extravagant. An overstuffed couch graced the center of the room, a large screen on one end, a bay window on the other. Outside the sun was beginning to settle, bringing dusk colors through the window. A door slammed and

Call blocked. The words pulsated gently on the PADD screen in front of him as he leaned back in his desk chair, massaging his temple with his index and middle fingers in a slow, clockwise rotation. He had sent three messages. The first was detached and polite, the second more personal, and the third had a currency transaction attached. The money had been sent back with no note. She always took the money each month, but sent back any extra he occasionally tried to send. They weren't even officially dating when she realized she was pregnant. He really couldn't be blamed that she decided to keep the child, but she did, and now demanded money

Every time you see your reflection, something sees you back. Mirrors, windows, dead TV screens. You may think it's just you staring back, but you are oh so wrong. Who, or what is it that stares back, gleefully leeching from us? Those who notice dare not say anything, for fear of ridicule and scorn. They chalk it up to over active imaginations, and tuck it away in the backs of their minds. And because they say nothing, the leechers grow in power. Every day they grow from the young girl desperately arranging herself in the mirror. Every day they grow from the successful businessman, staring despondently at his own reflection in the car win

                                                                Blood drips to the floor                           The knife slips from her fingers          

He was losing, and he couldn't lose. The blood pouring into his eyes from the jagged wound on his head made vision almost impossible, and his wrist twinged painfully as he scrabbled in the churned dirt, casting about for anything to defend from the huge advancing figure. A dark leer split its face into a cruel smile, a smile that he had seen before. Always before the kill. They both knew they had reached the end, the end of a long and tumultuous battle. It seemed like many long years to him since the dark figure had first appeared, at first there were only rumors and whispers in the shadows of the mysterious form that appeared in the dead of