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 Crossing a Bridge, OPEN
nicholas philip adams
 Posted on: Oct 22 2017, 09:26 PM
Beast
❝ I simply made one careless wrong decision ❞
Beauty & the Beast
32
6'0
Heterosexual
Single
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Lily



A
cooler fall day. Coffee in hand Nick sat down in a small park. He was here for no reason other than it was the closest park in the neighbourhood he’d been in that morning and he’d decided to take a rest break for coffee before heading back into the heart of the city. Of course he had no reason for picking this particular park to sit in but perhaps other worldly forces had another reason.

It was a quiet park. A few people came and went. A few people came walking dogs. Nicholas didn’t pay any of them much attention other than curiously watching their moves. Sometimes he did just like to watch the world go by, witness human behaviour at its best – though he’d never go telling anyone that and no one would likely ever ask him about it. He was good with that. But this one spot was interesting to him. He’d always felt almost drawn there. And he could almost swear, if it didn’t sound crazy, that people would come by here and never come back. If it hadn’t happened more than once he’d have assumed he just wasn’t paying enough attention but he was good at attention, he didn’t often miss things.

Shortly after, Nicholas left the park behind and headed back to work for the day but the whole time the idea played on his mind. It had been toying with him for a while but every day he visited that park it grew stronger. For a while he avoided the park but he couldn’t avoid his curiosity. It was a strange feeling. One from his forgotten past maybe and perhaps that was why he kept returning, because part of him did want to remember what his life had been before the accident. The man pretended he didn’t care, pretended to have started fresh and had no care or desire to know but it was a lie, surely everyone wanted to know who they were.

And maybe it was because it was near Halloween where people could pretend to be someone they weren’t that encouraged him to take off the costume he wore all year round if he had the chance. Maybe it was the fall and new beginnings for you couldn’t truly move forward without a past. Maybe it was an early mid-life crisis. Whatever the reason, he found himself back at the park that evening after dark. Nicholas had no idea what he might find there. What did he expect to find in an empty park at night? Nothing. There was nothing in an empty park except possibly someone walking their dog before locking up for the night, some horny kids, drunken students or a questionable drug deal. None of those things were those he wanted to come across.

What was he doing? He was losing his mind. Nick ran a hand through his hair as he exhaled into the cool night. Sitting upon a park bench in the shadows, Nick’s elbows rested on his knees. Right. It was time to go and get a grip of himself. In that moment, just as he was about to stand up and leave, a figure passed him by. He watched. They headed in the direction of no return. What was the mystery there? Was it a short cut or what? He didn’t even know. He just knew what he’d seen, or not seen, in time alone here. He was going crazy. He was mad for sure. “Come on man, pull yourself together” he told himself as he stood up. “Let’s see where the short cut leads” he encouraged himself. He’d follow – no, not follow, he’d walk – in the direction of the other person in the park at this time and head home from that path.

Slowly, Nicholas stood up, his dark clothes blending in with the shadows, his hair a bit of a ruffled mess, eyes a glossy shade of sort your self out before you get yourself arrested. He was well aware at this time of night, roaming around without much reason, he could be seen in far more malicious ways than his mid-life crisis ways intended. But he followed and if he thought himself crazy before he really did think himself crazy now. They’d gone. The figure had gone. How tired was he? He had been working a lot this week. People didn’t just disappear! Fuck! He was losing it! “Hello?!” he bellowed out. Wonderful Nick! Now you do sound like a stalker in the woods. Pace quickened as he strolled forwards towards a bridge he’d never really taken time to notice before. Had it always been there? He couldn’t remember.

A heavy foot stopped at the arch of the foreign bridge. Well the figure had either strolled this way or gone off track which lead no where really, it wasn’t a huge park after all. With purpose, Nicholas walked forwards and before he knew it he it, “What the - ?!” was all that managed out of his mouth before he found his breath taken away in shock.

Everything just all happened at once. Crossing a bridge. Crossing a line between one world and another. His present and his past collided, parts of what he believed and parts of what was true all fragmented together into a rush of emotion that was overwhelming and exhausting. It was a mix between a light switch being turned on and a punch to the gut. Stubbornly he stood upright, refusing to show any weakness to the emotion and uncomfortable physical pain. Fur grew from every inch of his flesh, teeth sharpened, horns pushed through his skull as his posture fell against the first thing he could reach out for. Nicholas’s feet, paws, made contact with dew wet ground. There was so much to process in such a short period of time. He attempted to shout out in frustration but instead a low, loud growl echoed around the wooded area he found himself in.

What was going on? In a way he knew what was going on but his San Francisco self didn’t want to believe it. The past he thought he knew to be fact and the truth of his story conflicted with one another, battling in his mind to find clarity around the fog. Be careful what you wish for came to mind. He didn’t want to remember any of this, he was a man in San Francisco not this cursed beast. What even was the time difference? Was he too late to break it? What did that mean crossing back home now? Presuming he could get back to the place he called home. And Belle… he’d crossed to find her and he still had no idea where she could be. It had been so long and so much had changed but that didn’t stop him caring about the woman who had at least begun to change him. He hoped she was happy somewhere, he hoped she was safe.

A noise caught his attention. He spun around with great force forgetting his strength here, “Who’s there?!” he demanded with authority. His voice was cold, almost cruel but now he knew why he’d left here he surely had reason for it not to mention the flick of a light that had gone off in his mind, a dimmer switch would have been far more reasonable instead of feeling like he’d been hit by a comet.

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yuri vladimirovich morevna
 Posted on: Jan 17 2018, 01:19 AM
Dimitri
❝ Princesses don't marry kitchen boys. ❞
Anastasia
32
6'0"
Heterosexual
Pining
10

Max



He ran his hands through his hair as he walked, rifle strapped to his back. Being in the animated world so often, he lost track of time ridiculously easily. So much so that when he shouted “Hey!” someone usually promptly replied with the corresponding weekday. It was an arbitrary concept, he supposed, did it really matter if two places existed at once? That he could simply walk through a portal and be in another world, with another Saint Petersburg? Where different histories danced and came together, then wildly split apart once more. Was there another Dimitri out there somewhere, who had also lost his Anya? It was impossible to say.

Who was to say that if he ever found her again, she’d want to see him? He had run from their last encounter like a fearful dog. Refusing to look her in the eye, lest his heart change his mind – but he did, in the end, when it was much too late. Dimitri had convinced himself they wouldn’t even need to talk, he’d be content in catching the barest of glimpses, a fleeting glance of her red hair and pale skin and he’d be happy to live out the rest of his days utterly alone. Satisfied that she was alright and loved, yet content to wallow in his misery.

He was sure taking out his frustrations on the darkness would ease his mind somewhat, but it hadn’t. His stomach was still tied in knots, he still dreamed of her, of Russia and Paris and wept when no one was looking. In many ways, he felt like he was finally contributing something, even if it was to the wrong war and his homeland was long gone. He remembered clinging to his father’s pant leg as a small child, tears streaming down his face, begging him not to go to war - the war to end all wars. The people were disgruntled then, the seeds of disruption had been planted but still he went. If you see something you don’t like in the world Dimitri, you can either do something, or do nothing.

He had already tried doing nothing, sitting passively, choosing to become a con man and steal, than work and conform to the ideas of communist Russia, though he still called people comrade and abided by the rules for the most part. He still wanted out, to run away and turn his back. Now at least, he had picked up a gun and beat back the darkness wherever it reared its ugly head – or tried too. There was no clear winner, just endless slogging. He let out a defeated sigh as he made his way back toward the portal. Visiting San Fran was a rare occurrence for Dimitri – it was Yuri over there, and here though he did keep forgetting.

He expected to run into trouble on his way there, he didn’t foresee it stalking the exit. Hearing a ruckus, he approached with caution, attempting to be stealthy but broke a twig under his foot and cursed. “Oh damn it.” He breathed, then came the bellowing demanding sound of someone, or more accurately something. The picture became clearer as he stepped out from behind a tree, attempting to hide his shocked reaction. He liked to think he was used to creatures by now. Discovering dragons and all manner of oddities were real was a shock at first, one that faded over time. Though he’d never quite seen something like the thing before him. He appeared to be a strange mash of different animals and every inch of him was intimidating.

Dimitri threw his hands up to prove he was unarmed. He figured running wasn’t going to do him any good, that beast looked like it could chase him down in three seconds flat. “Easy there.” He said, moving cautiously and slowly. “It’s alright, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m with the resistance.” He explained. “You okay? Do you need help?” He was surprised it could talk in a way, though he really shouldn’t have been, he’d seen much stranger things. He had no idea how this was going to go, he just hoped he’d escape with his life.



nicholas philip adams
recite remorse
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nicholas philip adams
 Posted on: Jan 29 2018, 12:54 AM
Beast
❝ I simply made one careless wrong decision ❞
Beauty & the Beast
32
6'0
Heterosexual
Single
122

Lily



E
verything was too much at once. His head pounded with the overload of information. Two lives battled to find a place together as he connected with his new form he’d forgotten about for so long. Nick felt heavy on the ground, he was taller, larger, stronger too. He knew he looked intimidating and perhaps it was better that way. No one would try cross his path if he was spotted he hoped. But it seemed he wasn’t in for such luck.

The pain spread across his temples had begun to subdue a little causing his vision to be less painful to focus with. Something snapped turning his attention from himself for a moment. Nick turned to look in the direction. His senses were sharper, clearer, the Beast was more aware of everything than his human form. He sounded harsher than he’d intended but at least whatever or whoever was there may just run off in fear. Too bad he was wrong. A figure moved from behind a tree, showing itself clearly. What was wrong with this individual? Did he not see the monster before him? As if to prove that point, the Beast stood to full height, towering over the man as he looked down at him, his hands raised in defeat.

Growling, Nick glared at the man, “I am not a pet” he was no animal no matter how he looked. He knew what he looked like here, he remembered despite not wanting to, but he was no dog or animal that needed tamed and cuddled to calm down. “I’m not worried about you hurting me” Nick all but rolled his eyes, “I’d be more worried for yourself if I were you” he flinched but tried not to show it as his headache came in waves as it processed all the new – or old – information. He waivered slightly on his feet but held his ground, staying tall and protecting himself from anyone who may attack.

The resistance? He remembered the resistance. For a while he’d helped them in exchange for shelter as he searched for Belle. They were still stationed here across the portal? But it had been so long, were they still trying to fight against the darkness? And if that was the case, had much time even really passed? So did he still have time to break the curse over here. “I don’t need any help!” he shouted angrily, frustrated, but his wavering body told differently, “I haven’t been here in some time. It’s just – “ another pulse across his head. Flashes, memories, everything muddled came back to him, started to piece together from before San Francisco. His own accident didn’t help, memories forgotten from both that and being away for so long, it was a mess that his mind struggled to context properly, but it did and it didn’t care how painful it may be. Nick flinched. He fell slightly from his tall posture. He couldn’t let this stranger take advantage of that. Shaking it off stubbornly he grumbled, “How long since the darkness?” perhaps those he knew could still be here and perhaps, though there was almost not hope for it, there was still time for him.



yuri vladimirovich morevna
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yuri vladimirovich morevna
 Posted on: Feb 13 2018, 04:18 AM
Dimitri
❝ Princesses don't marry kitchen boys. ❞
Anastasia
32
6'0"
Heterosexual
Pining
10

Max



As the beast loomed, Yuri’s brow furrowed, though he didn’t dare move. It was clear that he was upset, or at least annoyed. At any rate Yuri hadn’t seen him before, he’d remember. The longer he looked, the more his mind began to identify parts of the beast, likening his features to different animals. “I didn’t say you were.” He stated with a shrug, raising his eyebrows and looking away briefly. He was careful to keep just the right amount of eye contact, even if it was uncomfortable. He didn’t want to judge the thing before him, but it was hard, given the way he was acting. Standoffish was an understatement. Yuri could understand in some respects, he probably wasn’t used to kindness, or at the very least people quickly judging him on his looks.

“Okay.” He said in response, nodding once. Once upon a time he would have referred to Anya as a wild creature, she was impossible to get a long with at the beginning of their journey, until their relationship blossomed into something more. Yuri thought he had ample experience in dealing with… difficult people, as it stood, turned out that he was severely lacking because he had no idea how to deal with the thing standing in front of him, tall and threatening. If they got into a fight, Yuri surmised he had absolutely no chance of getting out alive.

“Of course you don’t.” he agreed, ignoring his shouting, noticing the winces and wavering of his body – despite his protests there was definitely something wrong. Yuri didn’t think he could do much if the beast collapsed, but he could try to help, he wasn’t about to abandon him to the darkness, even if he was gruff and sort of scary. No one deserved that fate. He watched closely, trying to judge if they were about to fall over or otherwise. When they said they hadn’t been across the portal in a while, things began to click into place in Yuri’s mind. Was this an accident? Did they just regain their memories?

He’d heard all sorts of stories in his time fighting the darkness. People who had lost loved ones, only to find them again but they had no memory of their previous life. People choosing to forget. People who braved the dangers of the portal, just so they didn’t ever lose the precious moments they had before everything went to hell. It was sad they had to suffer, sadder still that so many vibrant worlds had been destroyed and their peoples killed and or displaced. Although he wanted to insist the beast stop being a stubborn ass, he refrained.

Yuri sighed, looking off into the distance as he remembered his years fighting – a war seemingly without end and he wasn’t the only soldier. There were so many like him, that just couldn’t let go of the battle. He frowned, staring at a spot before returning his gaze to the beast. “Ten years.” He said, his tone melancholic. “Give or take.” He shrugged. Some people kept careful watch on the passage of time but Yuri had quit doing that a while ago. He’d spent countless days in trenches, walking through ruins and staring at unfamiliar skies. “Look, I know I’m not your mother but just, sit down for five minutes, would you?” He dared to say. “Before you fall down.”



nicholas philip adams
recite remorse
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