to claim my place.

[Leap]

USERNAME;;

leap, the one who's gonna be doin' the spankin'.

SKILLS;;

well, i've been head admin on a variety of roleplaying sites. i am pretty decent with graphics and, if i set my mind to it, i can be one heck of a roleplayer. give me motivation and - with almost anything you need - i'll get it done.

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There was a sudden feeling of helplessness that flooded over her, crashing into her seemingly fragile frame like the waves of a stormy sea and threatening to knock her down. There wasn't anything she could do. If she sided with the boy who was being brutally beaten to death in the mud, she could possibly save his life. However, chances were more likely that the other members of Team Imum would see her as just another traitor and send her to the same fate as him - death. Now, she wasn't a very happy person over all and her life hadn't been all the great, but she still wanted to live past the age of nineteen. That was far to short for her liking. However, if she sided with the true enemy here, she could save herself... at the cost of his life. Either they bother die together, or one is spared. If one put it that way, the answer was obvious. But, could she really stand to live knowing that she'd betrayed her only friend in life and left him to die?

Ilixie was not passive. She did not stand by and watch while others used their fists. She was one of the people using her fists. Mere words were not uttered from her mouth in a foolish attempt to calm the raging storm of another's anger. You could tell someone to stop, but they'll only truly understand if you beat it into them. If she had the choice, she would be punching and kicking people where no person should ever be kicked - maybe pound their heads with a rock a few times so that they wouldn't be able to remember it was her - and would be fleeing once more with no worries of being pursued... if there wasn't a second, unknown wave that Ciello had sent after them to make certain that the mission was completed and the girl remained loyal to him and him only. But there were some major flaws with this plan she'd unknowingly concuacted in the depths of her subconcious that would make it virtually impossible to carry it out.

To begin with, she was injured. Perhaps not as much as her commrade - correction, no where near as much pain as Josh was suffering through at that moment - but, with an ankle that could have been shattered completely and not have hurt any worse, her mobility was limited and a frontal attack would leave her more hurt than them. After all, standing was becoming difficult at that point in time. For a heartbeat, she contemplated taking the pocket knife she'd made sure to retrieve earlier to saw through her flesh, muscle, and bone to essentially amputate it to save herself a bit of grief. Death by blood loss, of course, would come hand and hand with the frivolous idea and the thought was shoved out of where it came from. There was more than just that; an injured, throbbing joint was not the only thing holding her back from attacking the attackers violently. The blue-haired female was terribly outnumbered. She would not stand a bit of a chance against such a force and would be having a foot shoved into her body repeatedly much like the dark-haired boy not far away from her.

One possible solution was presented before her, causing her to tense immediately. "You can save his puny life, you know," a tiny voice in the back of the tall grunt's mind murmered, dark and most definately not female, "if you let me take this for a spin..." Swallowing, only to find a lump in the back of her throat making that almost impossible itself, she looked around to make sure that it truly wasn't one of the Team Imum members talking to her. The one beside her had gone to assist in the beating of the "traitor" and was not even paying attention to her, similar to the rest. That left her with only one option left. Not like she'd ever actually accept that it was him, though. "My dear child, there's no point in telling yourself otherwise. You know I'm here, don't you? Let me aid you in your struggle. I won't bite - hard, anyway." Letting out a small growl, she hissed to the owner of the voice, "Don't talk to me! I don't need your help! I've never needed your help!"

"Than why did you summon me in the past?"

To this, the female had no answer. Instead, her fingers curled into fists and her teeth began to grind on one another. Never! She just could never catch a break, could she? And the moment something good - something wonderful came into her life, the universe decided to shatter it in such a mocking way and force her to stare at the shards in its wake. Was this why her inner demon, Sayryn, had not bothered to scare the boy away through intimidation like so many others? Because he knew that their friendship would be ruined without his interferance? It wasn't fair! Every time something remotely good happened to her, something had to go and ruin it all for her! Did someone want her to end up worse than she already was? Because, if she hadn't snapped for good, she was fairly close to! And then... a noise. A tiny voice coming from the direction of the teen who had, momentarily been blocked from her mind. And it was him. It was him uttering what could have very been his last words.

"Good," he said. "She finally came to her senses. I was going to die, anyway, so why not save her own life, right?" Josh was talking about... her, wasn't he? Yes. Yes, he most certianly was. He'd lost faith in her, to, believing that she was just going to sit by and watch as he slowly died at the hands of her own team mates. And, there was something about this that made the whole scenario even more sickening than it was before. So sickening, she actually doubled over and, in a few simple seconds, was vomitting her insides out onto the dirty ground. One must have caught sight of this - the one who'd rushed to her side earlier, she mused - and came running. "Ilixie? Ilixie, are you alright?" She didn't answer. No, rather, she couldn't answer. Because there was a mental tug-of-war starting within the deepest corners of her mind.

"Let me in."

No! Not again! You ruined my life! Why should I trust you?

"So you're going to leave him to die? This, my dear child, is why I do not allow you to get close to others. Because you and I aren't so different, if you truly think about it. Now, this boy is going to die knowing that you, his only hope, aren't going to help him. It really is your fault, is it not?"

It's not! It's not!

"Than why won't you let me help you?"

Already, her vision was beginning to cloud up and fear climbed up her spine. Chilly fingers clawed at her frame, crawling up her skin and freezing her to the bone. Black was lacing the corners of her eye sight and she was fully aware of what would would follow these events."Because... I'm never going to open... my soul... to... you..."

And then everything fell into a world of darkness.

"Gyaaaaaa!" An ear splitting shriek tore through the atmosphere, shattering the sky and, with it, the sanity of a fragile girl. Eyes flew wide, pupils seeming to tremor as they struggled to focus on something, anything that they could snap in to with the simple flexing of the hand. The longing to help the half dead boy gave way to the desire to hurt, hurt, hurt and kill, kill, kill. And, mouth twisting into that of a sickened grin, blue eyes fell upon just the thing to fufill this awful lust. The grunt froze, letting out a small wimper of the word, "I-Ilixie...?" But this was all they could manage to say before mud was throw in the air and two hands were wrapping themselves around their throat, pressing so tightly there was little room for oxygen to pass through tracea.

"S-stop it!" they cried, voice cracking and weak as she squeezed harder, harder, Demented laughter erupted from the back of her throat while Ilixie shoved the weakened frame to the ground, pressing even tighter all the while. "Y-You're... hurting me...!" By that point in time, the others had taken notice of their fallen comrade and stopped their relentless assult on the already battered boy. For a moment, time seemed to stop and a picture was painted. A picture of a dieing teen, a group of shocked trainers who didn't know whether to fight or take flight, and a crazed murderer who was claiming her first victim in quite some time. And, then, they came to their senses, two of them streaking off into the cover of the trees and bushes and the remaining one pulling out a knife to kill the monster threatening them all. He didn't have time to stab the blade through her heart before she'd grasped her own in her hand and, launching herself off the face of the limp body she'd successfully put out of commission with a sickening crack, was aiming an equally sharp blade into his flesh. The man was forced to the ground, managing to stab her in the process, but the pain was shut out by her own impossible desires to inflict so much more of the feeling.

"Where, oh where do I cut you first?" the pig-tailed female practically sang, a haunting tune escaping her lips. "Oh, I know! Let me leave you a present! Something to remember me by in heaven!" Grabbing his arm in one gloved hand and the pocket knife in the other, she placed the sharp end against his pale flesh and began to write. The letter "I" was engraved into his upper arm after a multitude of screams from the hopeless grunt, and an "L" following suit. "I" again. "X". "I". However, before she could carve out the letter "E" in large letters, she recalled the runaways who believed they could make it to the headquarters and tell of her betrayal and stopped. Insteed, in a bitterly sweet voice, she said to the half concious body beneath her, "You know what? Let's play a game! How about Hide and Seek? Or, better yet, how about Hide and Kill? Does that sound right to you?" A moan was given in response. "Oh, that's right! What do I do about you? You'd only get in the way, wouldn't you? How about I make this quick and easy for you!"

Raising the knife above her head and training her eyes on his vanurable neck, the female's grin widened to a point it was almost impossible. There were four. Two were making a mad dash for safely. One was dead on the ground. And, within a matter of moments this one would soon follow.

"Don't you lay a finger on him!"

[*dies of a heart attack* My gosh, Cheddar, words cannot describe how happy I am right now! Two thousand twenty-seven words right here! Two thousand. Twenty-seven. I've finally hit what I thought was the impossible goal that I set for myself months ago on Clan Cats of the Forest! It's a reality! We must celebrate this wonderful occurance! But... How? DX]

REASON;;

jerk, i eat people. wait. um. let me explain. *clears throat* ginger wouldn't let me be admin otherwise. i want pretty colors for my name, too.

POSITION;;

pfft, i don't care. throw me in there somehwere. =w=b

HONORABLE APPLICATION;;

the lovely ms. lyra castiel. if i recall, over four thousands words on her personality. there are some major flaws, but... you know... *shrugs*

[Administrator]

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