OhGodOfWriting
Writing Addict
.
-
If your recruitment thread involves completely going off site with your partner(s) then it belongs in the Off-Site Ad Area.
-
This area of the site is governed by the official Recruitment rules. Whether you are looking for players or looking for a roleplay, we recommend you read them and familiarize your self with them. Read the Recruitment Rules Here.
High Detail Search
- Thread starter OhGodOfWriting
- Start date
OhGodOfWriting
Writing Addict
.
OhGodOfWriting
Writing Addict
.
OhGodOfWriting
Writing Addict
.
shigure girl
Umbrella Enthusiast
Hello there, I'm shigure girl. I daresay our tastes tend to come together so I figured I'd leave a response.
I also prefer 1x1 writing, and my favorite genres are fantasy, historical, dystopian/post apocalyptic. Honestly, I'm willing to do anything as long as it has a rich plot and character development. I do have difficulty with hard sci-fi, but elements of it, like time travel and parallel universes are extremely appealing to me. I do prefer playing female characters, because I do feel like they are my stronger suit, but I always play a number of minor characters of differing genders and importance to bring more to the table. I also write about mature themes and prefer explicit scenes to be fade-to-black. I tend to match my partner's length in posting, and I do my best to be frequent, but I do have a job and family matters. If I have cause to be away for a longer period, I will always let you know.
Among your plots, the Dimension Traveling one has certainly piqued my interests, but I do also think you'd make a marvelous writing partner above all else, and since we share genres in common, I think we could also have a great deal of fun brainstorming and such.
I'm just going to throw out my samples out here. My apologies for how many they are, I couldn't pick one because they have different atmospheres and such. Feel free to read just one, if that suits you better.
I also prefer 1x1 writing, and my favorite genres are fantasy, historical, dystopian/post apocalyptic. Honestly, I'm willing to do anything as long as it has a rich plot and character development. I do have difficulty with hard sci-fi, but elements of it, like time travel and parallel universes are extremely appealing to me. I do prefer playing female characters, because I do feel like they are my stronger suit, but I always play a number of minor characters of differing genders and importance to bring more to the table. I also write about mature themes and prefer explicit scenes to be fade-to-black. I tend to match my partner's length in posting, and I do my best to be frequent, but I do have a job and family matters. If I have cause to be away for a longer period, I will always let you know.
Among your plots, the Dimension Traveling one has certainly piqued my interests, but I do also think you'd make a marvelous writing partner above all else, and since we share genres in common, I think we could also have a great deal of fun brainstorming and such.
I'm just going to throw out my samples out here. My apologies for how many they are, I couldn't pick one because they have different atmospheres and such. Feel free to read just one, if that suits you better.
The streets were aglow and filled with music and noise as the people strolled, dressed wonderfully and their eyes sparkling with laughter. She took it in with the wide-eyed curiosity of a child, introduced to a world she had never been part of. How different their clothes were from her gypsy skirts or the various over costumes the members of the troupe dressed in! The young woman nodded dumbly to his smug comment, too immersed in the sight to pick up on any of the implications of his words. She followed wherever he led her, uncharacteristically silent as her gaze bounced from one thing to another as if she was trying to etch it all into her memory. This seemed like magic to her. Was this what the audience felt when they saw their shows and performances?
“Ma-go-ri-a Market,” she echoed in her awe-struck voice. Her expression had not shifted once from one of amazement since they had arrived in town, but now it strained to grow even more enchanted with the new scene. It was beautiful. Colors were bursting here and there; she squeaked and jumped when a firecracker popped underfoot. It was all so strange, but the festive aura made it seem similar to her beloved circus world; it didn’t take her long to distinguish the magic in the air and her free hand flew to her mouth. “Magic!” she gasped, her eyes large and startled. “I didn’t know it was…” she trailed off, gaping in wonder. Of course she had know that there was magic spread through the Outside, but she had always assumed that the circus was the only place where magic could be safely used, displayed, celebrated. And yet here they were, flaunting their different talents and appearances, and people were not regarding them with fear or disgust. It was quite the opposite and it nearly bowled her over.
As the peddlers came crowding towards them trying to sell their wares, she shrunk back timidly like a child, her grip on Robin’s arm tightening as if he was some sort of charm to keep her safe. “N-No, that’s alright, thank you—” she stammered out at the vendors, a red flush creeping across her cheeks as she dipped a bit behind the her taller companion. Brief as their acquaintance was, he was the only one she knew in this entire town. Zephyra had never been the shy sort, but she had never been without at least a few of her troupe members nearby, and now she only had the other magician to cling to.
Much to her relief, they swept past the vendors and the other sights captured her attention; a fire breather opened his mouth to expel a blast of fire, and another was a magician, performing a disappearing trick. Her circus upbringing got the better of her and she could not pass by them without first giving them a good round of applause. She, however, realized that they would never get through the market in one night if she were to clap for ever performance, for oh, there was so many, each more bizarre and captivating than the one before. Everyone seemed to be crowded about the center of the plaza, and when she heard the music and saw the quartet, she understood why it was so popular.
“Neat? It’s…it’s amazing!” she replied, barely having the presence of mind to raise her voice over the music and stomping. Amazing wasn’t good enough to describe the spectacle that dazzled her silly, and yet she couldn’t find the right word in her head. “I can’t believe something like this exists,” Zephyra breathed, more to herself than to the magician at her side. The Ringmaster had always spoken of the Outside as if it was absolutely hostile to magic and those who used it; it was hard to believe what she was hearing and seeing right in front of her. But how long could one manage to contemplate things with such upbeat music luring them to join in?
She could feel the whispers of magic woven into the song and dance, but she did not mind it—why would she, when she had grown up with magic? It was magnificent, seeing magic out in the open. It was like watching a bird fly free of its cage. A huge grin on her face, she found herself moving along with the crowd, swaying, clapping, and stomping in time to the music. How glorious! How strange, how curious, but so, so wonderful! “We should be dancing,” she remarked suddenly, her tone absolutely elated. An enthralled laugh bubbling forth from her lips, the magician spun on her heels and lights rose from her form like glowing fireflies, swimming about in their own frenzied dance. The magic, the beckoning was there too; dance, dance with me! Her black curls and skirts swirled and twirled as she moved to the music, her eyes shining as if the stars had settled into them. Her dance was infectious and it slowly began to spread through the crowd, laughter and shouts rippling through the mass of people.
Zephyra had lost herself somewhere in the music and dance, her movements carefree and unchecked as she danced as if to carve herself into the ground below, leave a mark in the seemingly enchanted place that was the Magoria Market. Utterly absorbed in the atmosphere and her own head spinning with joy, she had already forgotten that she had broken yet another rule: to never use magic outside the Circus. Had she realized, she would have gone sheet white with the knowledge, and yet, for the moment, there was nothing but breathtaking bliss.
She smiled brightly as the young man fell into the steps of the fast paced dance as well; he did know this one after all! “Aren’t we fortunate, then!” she laughed as he replied that he also enjoyed the faster dances. Even as the other human dancers, clumsy in their steps parted for them, she did not notice. As the song reached the bridge, usually indicating a trading of partners, he caught her and tugged her close again. “One more?” she asked, her eyes glinting. He suggested that they rest their feet and she briefly wondered if he indeed wanted to stop dancing—but what happened next was altogether different.
The red haired girl gasped and let out a cry as they ascended into the night air, but it was not one of fear, it was one of delighted amazement. Magic—it was pure magic that spun out from her dress, golden and sheer, but more than enough as footholds as they continued to dance, the beat and rhythm growing faster and more outlandish as the dance was dominated by the fae, twirling in the sky alongside them. It was a breathtaking sight, and the entire experience was near intoxicating. The dance was too fast, too beautiful to be interrupted by conversation, but there was little need for it, she thought to herself. Illuminated by the moon, she could see his eyes as clearly as he could see hers, and in that gaze alone transcended whatever words they would have managed to relay to the other during the dance.
And then it was over all too soon as they stepped back down to the grass, back among the other human guests that seemed rather shocked by the display that had just been going on. The young woman let out a laugh as he whispered to her that he welcomed the fact that they had made a scene, her face flushed from the dancing and the exhilaration she felt. The girl opened her mouth to say that she did not mind making a scene either: no, she never had cared what others thought. But at the sudden sound of clinking metal the words froze in her throat and rapidly decayed away as the spell broke. The two guards were hurrying through the crowd, their sights set straight on her. “I—I fear I have overstayed my welcome,” she stammered, shock streaking through her face followed by a bout of grim self loathing. How stupid had she been to be too caught up in everything!
“Thank you for the dance. I do not think I’ve enjoyed myself like so in many years.” she said quickly to the dark haired young man as she began to back away, feeling somewhat apologetic and reluctant despite the urgent need for her to flee. Even as she spoke, the layers were falling apart, stripping her of the enchantment that had temporarily returned her to Raizel—the magic was fading, and she was reduced to the street urchin. By the time she had gathered the skirts of her dress up high and kicked off her shoes, the look about her was different; sharp, almost feral, blades in her eyes. If she had looked vivacious and full of life a mere moment ago, it was completely absent, replaced with lethality. Now that there was no hope of blending back in, her only objective was escape; the young urchin tore through the crowds of exclaiming and stunned guests, as fleet of foot as she had been during the dances. The guards chased after her, shouting, but it akin to attempting to catch a shadow. She was no stranger to evading the hands that would grab her. There had been little pity for another starving street child—she had survived on stolen bread, not charity.
It wasn’t long before a slim figure reappeared in a side alley not far from the castle, near indistinguishable in the gloom of the night. Pale hands reached out in the moonlight to tug out a few loose bricks in the wall, revealing a bundle of frayed clothes and a ragged cloak. Silently, the figure redressed, shedding the dead skin of ‘lady’. With the swirl of the thin cloak the shadow left the alley, and the ghostly moonbeams illuminated the pale of her thin face, a stray curl of copper spilling over a cheek. Raizel was no more, the girl thought, turning her head to gaze up at the magnificence of the castle nearby. There was only the street urchin left…as it should be. Princess Raizel had died a long time ago. Tonight had been a night of pretending, but it had ended up being a night of magic and wonders; as much as she had loved every moment of it, it was over. Pressing her lips thin, the girl turned and strode away, away from the radiant place she had once called home. The gutters of the canals were calling for her—calling for Vesper.
Sad as it was, even the name she used on the streets was a link to her past, her former identity. Raizel Aracelia Vesperan. She wore her bloodline on her heart, even now. How pitiful.
The canals were damp, dark and full of rats. But it was still a shelter from most elements, except when it rained too much—the canals would fill and flood then, and many a vagrant had met his end that way. There was a small community of sorts that gathered there, though most chose to mind their own business and their own crippling hunger. Settling on her usual old blanket, the urchin let out a tired sigh. Not far from her was the form of an old man, named Belms. He was also a member of the wretched canal community, and she had known him for a good number of years now. Tonight, he already seemed to be dozing in front of the weak, small fire he had going.
Carefully, the girl reached for the twine around her neck until the beautiful ring was in her fingers. It glimmered in the fire like the stars themselves. She had gone through much danger and risk because of it, but in that process she had also had an unforgettable night that she would have never been able to imagine.
“Wot’ve ye got thar, Vesper?” the voice came abruptly. He hadn’t been asleep! The old man skittered closer eagerly, and though the girl began to hastily stuff it back down her collar, a gnarled hand had caught her arm. Old Belms may have been up in years, but his hands held the strength of a man who had lived his entire life in the roughest of conditions. He managed to tug her arm enough to catch a glimpse of the shining ring before she yanked her arm away and lashed out with a foot, catching him right in the shin. The shriveled man let out a keening laugh mixed with a groan of pain, shuffling back to nurse his leg.
“Don’t touch me!” she spat, glowering fiercely. “You know I hate that.”
He ignored her, chortling as he rubbed his unkempt beard. “Ye got a purdy thing thar. Ye goin’ ta sell it?”
“Yes,” she lied boldly. It was safer for the others to think that then know she would be keeping it on her person.
At that the Old Belms laughed so hard his bony shoulders shook. “Yer lyin’, ye are! The way ye was lookin’ at yon ring, ye would never let it go!” She glared at him icily, her jaw tightening. “Such a waste, aye. Mebbe Ol’ Belms will sell it for ye,” he chuckled, only to have the angry urchin yank him up by his frayed tunic.
“Now you listen here, Belms,” she hissed giving the man a little shake, “and you listen well. You try to take this ring from me, whether it’s during the day or the dark of night, I won’t hesitate to slice your fingers off. Do you understand?” she shook him again and the old man nodded, a lopsided grin on his face despite her threat. She let go of him and Old Belms tottered back to squat against the wall.
“Wot’s so damn important ‘bout thar ring?” he scoffed, running his tongue over the few yellowed teeth he had left.
“It was my mother’s,” she answered curtly. It did not matter—he would not believe her.
“And my mam owned a gold’n goose thar laid gold’n eggs!” the old man exclaimed loudly, dissolving into jeering chuckles.
The girl rolled her eyes and picked up her thin blanket to move a good distance away from the old man, further down the dark canal. “Just shut up and go to sleep, old man,” she muttered as she curled up tightly in her cloak and blanket, staving off the cold, damp air. The only thing she had left to look forward to were the reprieve sleep would provide, no matter how uneasy it would be, along with the sweet nostalgic dreams that left her with nothing but bitterness on her tongue when she awoke. Perhaps visions of the enchanted night she had experienced that very night would join the ranks of her wishful dreams.
We’ve got a dead one.
237, a blonde girl. Bled out too much after donating. They cart her by, stained with blood and already going lifeless. Like scavengers, they’ll cut her open and take what they can use; organs, tissue. My expression doesn’t change a bit and I hardly glance over as they pass me. Her fingers twitch.
“I’m impressed,” one of managers that was standing close to me says. “You didn’t even bat an eye.” Kaden, his name was.
“Don’t act like you think I’ve never seen a corpse before,” I answer back bluntly, not looking at him either. That shuts him up. Unless they were born after the Devastation or were far too young, everyone has seen bodies, and not just one or two. The loss rate was immense. Everyone lost someone, and even if some were lucky enough to have their immediate family live, they lost friends or other relatives. No one came out unscathed. Those who lived are forever branded with the memory of the Devastation—and no matter how unaffected I can appear on the outside, it has changed me in ways I don’t care to explain.
In fact, there’s a lot I don’t care to explain anymore. I keep it to myself. There’s no reason for anyone to know anything about me, other than what’s necessary to do our jobs efficiently. It’s been seven years since the Devastation, and I have not said one word about what it was like for me to anyone. I remember, though. Oh, I can try, but I will never get the memories out of my head. Like I said. Forever branded.
When I return to my assigned quarters, a tiny room with an equally tiny bed (white, white, everything’s white—the walls, the beds, the sheets), I stretch out my limbs the way I do before every single night. When you’re a fighter, it’s more than a little important to keep yourself in good condition. It’ll probably save your ass on more than one occasion. Just as I finish my routine I feel the tiniest of vibrations from within my pocket and I reach in and pull the small device out, quickly scanning through the message Luke has sent me.
A way out. Perfect.
I press my lips together as I speedily think for a few moments; advantageous times and easily accessible Contained sleeping quarters. Then I begin to press out the words, as short and to the point as his message had been.
Just peachy, I start off, answering his usual worry-wart question of whether I’m okay. Of course I’m okay. Even in text form I sound dry and sardonic. Now down to business.
0230.
Secure F + D4.
Prospects 3F 2M.
I’ll flip a few coins.
I send it and shove the device back into my pocket. I figure by 0230, it is too late for those who don’t want to be cranky in the morning—a safe hour. And though I probably don’t have to tell him so, I’ve requested him to secure and clear out the according D4 area and the fence; I’m not saying I can’t handle myself in a fight, but there’s no reason to start something when you can get by without issue. Three female and two male candidates, self-explanatory. The last line was the closest I’ll get to an actual joke. I’m too practical to let a whim decide how tomorrow night will play out; I’ll choose according to the proximity of their quarters to Door 4 and other realistic factors.
I fall asleep within minutes, systematically curling up into a defensive pose. Tomorrow will be busy.
I wake an hour early and begin my planning, sketching out little details in the copy of a map I obtained when I first entered this Nursery. I plan for different scenarios. Security will be looser, of course, but that doesn’t mean precautions don’t have to be taken. It also means if anyone tries to interfere, I won’t hold back. We are close to our goal, everything is falling into place and this will most likely be the only chance we have.
Deciding on the final candidates is through. I went with logical choices and nothing more; picks of convenience and practicality. 149 is the closest male prospect to D4, and 024 actually within Section 4. When you put it like that, they’re the definite choices.
Night falls and I go through my regular routine, lest someone inquire about any unusual activities. I’ve already stashed my necessities near the hallway that leads to Door 4—everything that I brought with me, I’m taking along. I wait in bed, running through the plan over and over in my head, testing the different situations I’ve sketched out earlier. I leave a margin for surprises, but not for errors.
The digital clock on the wall says 02:10. Time to get moving—I don’t plan on dallying. Twenty minutes is a large enough window for me to work speedily. It’ll be tight, but it’d be best to get out as soon as possible. Two minutes to get to Section 3 Room C, where 149 is. Two minutes to get him to come with me. Three minutes to get to Section 4 Room A, where 024 is. Two minutes to collect her. Five minutes to get through the winding hallways and key in various codes. Two minutes to get them in their disguises. Maybe one minute of glaring at them to get their asses moving. And then another two to rendezvous with Luke.
It’s all planned out, here, in my head. I leave my quarters with the confident stride of someone who is fully authorized to do whatever they want. Less suspicious that way. I stride down the halls just like always, quick and determined. It’s begun.
Anyways, if you are interested in writing with me, please do shoot me a pm. I would have done so myself if I wasn't still a bit too new to send them yet.
Best regards,
~ shigure girl
“Ma-go-ri-a Market,” she echoed in her awe-struck voice. Her expression had not shifted once from one of amazement since they had arrived in town, but now it strained to grow even more enchanted with the new scene. It was beautiful. Colors were bursting here and there; she squeaked and jumped when a firecracker popped underfoot. It was all so strange, but the festive aura made it seem similar to her beloved circus world; it didn’t take her long to distinguish the magic in the air and her free hand flew to her mouth. “Magic!” she gasped, her eyes large and startled. “I didn’t know it was…” she trailed off, gaping in wonder. Of course she had know that there was magic spread through the Outside, but she had always assumed that the circus was the only place where magic could be safely used, displayed, celebrated. And yet here they were, flaunting their different talents and appearances, and people were not regarding them with fear or disgust. It was quite the opposite and it nearly bowled her over.
As the peddlers came crowding towards them trying to sell their wares, she shrunk back timidly like a child, her grip on Robin’s arm tightening as if he was some sort of charm to keep her safe. “N-No, that’s alright, thank you—” she stammered out at the vendors, a red flush creeping across her cheeks as she dipped a bit behind the her taller companion. Brief as their acquaintance was, he was the only one she knew in this entire town. Zephyra had never been the shy sort, but she had never been without at least a few of her troupe members nearby, and now she only had the other magician to cling to.
Much to her relief, they swept past the vendors and the other sights captured her attention; a fire breather opened his mouth to expel a blast of fire, and another was a magician, performing a disappearing trick. Her circus upbringing got the better of her and she could not pass by them without first giving them a good round of applause. She, however, realized that they would never get through the market in one night if she were to clap for ever performance, for oh, there was so many, each more bizarre and captivating than the one before. Everyone seemed to be crowded about the center of the plaza, and when she heard the music and saw the quartet, she understood why it was so popular.
“Neat? It’s…it’s amazing!” she replied, barely having the presence of mind to raise her voice over the music and stomping. Amazing wasn’t good enough to describe the spectacle that dazzled her silly, and yet she couldn’t find the right word in her head. “I can’t believe something like this exists,” Zephyra breathed, more to herself than to the magician at her side. The Ringmaster had always spoken of the Outside as if it was absolutely hostile to magic and those who used it; it was hard to believe what she was hearing and seeing right in front of her. But how long could one manage to contemplate things with such upbeat music luring them to join in?
She could feel the whispers of magic woven into the song and dance, but she did not mind it—why would she, when she had grown up with magic? It was magnificent, seeing magic out in the open. It was like watching a bird fly free of its cage. A huge grin on her face, she found herself moving along with the crowd, swaying, clapping, and stomping in time to the music. How glorious! How strange, how curious, but so, so wonderful! “We should be dancing,” she remarked suddenly, her tone absolutely elated. An enthralled laugh bubbling forth from her lips, the magician spun on her heels and lights rose from her form like glowing fireflies, swimming about in their own frenzied dance. The magic, the beckoning was there too; dance, dance with me! Her black curls and skirts swirled and twirled as she moved to the music, her eyes shining as if the stars had settled into them. Her dance was infectious and it slowly began to spread through the crowd, laughter and shouts rippling through the mass of people.
Zephyra had lost herself somewhere in the music and dance, her movements carefree and unchecked as she danced as if to carve herself into the ground below, leave a mark in the seemingly enchanted place that was the Magoria Market. Utterly absorbed in the atmosphere and her own head spinning with joy, she had already forgotten that she had broken yet another rule: to never use magic outside the Circus. Had she realized, she would have gone sheet white with the knowledge, and yet, for the moment, there was nothing but breathtaking bliss.
She smiled brightly as the young man fell into the steps of the fast paced dance as well; he did know this one after all! “Aren’t we fortunate, then!” she laughed as he replied that he also enjoyed the faster dances. Even as the other human dancers, clumsy in their steps parted for them, she did not notice. As the song reached the bridge, usually indicating a trading of partners, he caught her and tugged her close again. “One more?” she asked, her eyes glinting. He suggested that they rest their feet and she briefly wondered if he indeed wanted to stop dancing—but what happened next was altogether different.
The red haired girl gasped and let out a cry as they ascended into the night air, but it was not one of fear, it was one of delighted amazement. Magic—it was pure magic that spun out from her dress, golden and sheer, but more than enough as footholds as they continued to dance, the beat and rhythm growing faster and more outlandish as the dance was dominated by the fae, twirling in the sky alongside them. It was a breathtaking sight, and the entire experience was near intoxicating. The dance was too fast, too beautiful to be interrupted by conversation, but there was little need for it, she thought to herself. Illuminated by the moon, she could see his eyes as clearly as he could see hers, and in that gaze alone transcended whatever words they would have managed to relay to the other during the dance.
And then it was over all too soon as they stepped back down to the grass, back among the other human guests that seemed rather shocked by the display that had just been going on. The young woman let out a laugh as he whispered to her that he welcomed the fact that they had made a scene, her face flushed from the dancing and the exhilaration she felt. The girl opened her mouth to say that she did not mind making a scene either: no, she never had cared what others thought. But at the sudden sound of clinking metal the words froze in her throat and rapidly decayed away as the spell broke. The two guards were hurrying through the crowd, their sights set straight on her. “I—I fear I have overstayed my welcome,” she stammered, shock streaking through her face followed by a bout of grim self loathing. How stupid had she been to be too caught up in everything!
“Thank you for the dance. I do not think I’ve enjoyed myself like so in many years.” she said quickly to the dark haired young man as she began to back away, feeling somewhat apologetic and reluctant despite the urgent need for her to flee. Even as she spoke, the layers were falling apart, stripping her of the enchantment that had temporarily returned her to Raizel—the magic was fading, and she was reduced to the street urchin. By the time she had gathered the skirts of her dress up high and kicked off her shoes, the look about her was different; sharp, almost feral, blades in her eyes. If she had looked vivacious and full of life a mere moment ago, it was completely absent, replaced with lethality. Now that there was no hope of blending back in, her only objective was escape; the young urchin tore through the crowds of exclaiming and stunned guests, as fleet of foot as she had been during the dances. The guards chased after her, shouting, but it akin to attempting to catch a shadow. She was no stranger to evading the hands that would grab her. There had been little pity for another starving street child—she had survived on stolen bread, not charity.
It wasn’t long before a slim figure reappeared in a side alley not far from the castle, near indistinguishable in the gloom of the night. Pale hands reached out in the moonlight to tug out a few loose bricks in the wall, revealing a bundle of frayed clothes and a ragged cloak. Silently, the figure redressed, shedding the dead skin of ‘lady’. With the swirl of the thin cloak the shadow left the alley, and the ghostly moonbeams illuminated the pale of her thin face, a stray curl of copper spilling over a cheek. Raizel was no more, the girl thought, turning her head to gaze up at the magnificence of the castle nearby. There was only the street urchin left…as it should be. Princess Raizel had died a long time ago. Tonight had been a night of pretending, but it had ended up being a night of magic and wonders; as much as she had loved every moment of it, it was over. Pressing her lips thin, the girl turned and strode away, away from the radiant place she had once called home. The gutters of the canals were calling for her—calling for Vesper.
Sad as it was, even the name she used on the streets was a link to her past, her former identity. Raizel Aracelia Vesperan. She wore her bloodline on her heart, even now. How pitiful.
The canals were damp, dark and full of rats. But it was still a shelter from most elements, except when it rained too much—the canals would fill and flood then, and many a vagrant had met his end that way. There was a small community of sorts that gathered there, though most chose to mind their own business and their own crippling hunger. Settling on her usual old blanket, the urchin let out a tired sigh. Not far from her was the form of an old man, named Belms. He was also a member of the wretched canal community, and she had known him for a good number of years now. Tonight, he already seemed to be dozing in front of the weak, small fire he had going.
Carefully, the girl reached for the twine around her neck until the beautiful ring was in her fingers. It glimmered in the fire like the stars themselves. She had gone through much danger and risk because of it, but in that process she had also had an unforgettable night that she would have never been able to imagine.
“Wot’ve ye got thar, Vesper?” the voice came abruptly. He hadn’t been asleep! The old man skittered closer eagerly, and though the girl began to hastily stuff it back down her collar, a gnarled hand had caught her arm. Old Belms may have been up in years, but his hands held the strength of a man who had lived his entire life in the roughest of conditions. He managed to tug her arm enough to catch a glimpse of the shining ring before she yanked her arm away and lashed out with a foot, catching him right in the shin. The shriveled man let out a keening laugh mixed with a groan of pain, shuffling back to nurse his leg.
“Don’t touch me!” she spat, glowering fiercely. “You know I hate that.”
He ignored her, chortling as he rubbed his unkempt beard. “Ye got a purdy thing thar. Ye goin’ ta sell it?”
“Yes,” she lied boldly. It was safer for the others to think that then know she would be keeping it on her person.
At that the Old Belms laughed so hard his bony shoulders shook. “Yer lyin’, ye are! The way ye was lookin’ at yon ring, ye would never let it go!” She glared at him icily, her jaw tightening. “Such a waste, aye. Mebbe Ol’ Belms will sell it for ye,” he chuckled, only to have the angry urchin yank him up by his frayed tunic.
“Now you listen here, Belms,” she hissed giving the man a little shake, “and you listen well. You try to take this ring from me, whether it’s during the day or the dark of night, I won’t hesitate to slice your fingers off. Do you understand?” she shook him again and the old man nodded, a lopsided grin on his face despite her threat. She let go of him and Old Belms tottered back to squat against the wall.
“Wot’s so damn important ‘bout thar ring?” he scoffed, running his tongue over the few yellowed teeth he had left.
“It was my mother’s,” she answered curtly. It did not matter—he would not believe her.
“And my mam owned a gold’n goose thar laid gold’n eggs!” the old man exclaimed loudly, dissolving into jeering chuckles.
The girl rolled her eyes and picked up her thin blanket to move a good distance away from the old man, further down the dark canal. “Just shut up and go to sleep, old man,” she muttered as she curled up tightly in her cloak and blanket, staving off the cold, damp air. The only thing she had left to look forward to were the reprieve sleep would provide, no matter how uneasy it would be, along with the sweet nostalgic dreams that left her with nothing but bitterness on her tongue when she awoke. Perhaps visions of the enchanted night she had experienced that very night would join the ranks of her wishful dreams.
We’ve got a dead one.
237, a blonde girl. Bled out too much after donating. They cart her by, stained with blood and already going lifeless. Like scavengers, they’ll cut her open and take what they can use; organs, tissue. My expression doesn’t change a bit and I hardly glance over as they pass me. Her fingers twitch.
“I’m impressed,” one of managers that was standing close to me says. “You didn’t even bat an eye.” Kaden, his name was.
“Don’t act like you think I’ve never seen a corpse before,” I answer back bluntly, not looking at him either. That shuts him up. Unless they were born after the Devastation or were far too young, everyone has seen bodies, and not just one or two. The loss rate was immense. Everyone lost someone, and even if some were lucky enough to have their immediate family live, they lost friends or other relatives. No one came out unscathed. Those who lived are forever branded with the memory of the Devastation—and no matter how unaffected I can appear on the outside, it has changed me in ways I don’t care to explain.
In fact, there’s a lot I don’t care to explain anymore. I keep it to myself. There’s no reason for anyone to know anything about me, other than what’s necessary to do our jobs efficiently. It’s been seven years since the Devastation, and I have not said one word about what it was like for me to anyone. I remember, though. Oh, I can try, but I will never get the memories out of my head. Like I said. Forever branded.
When I return to my assigned quarters, a tiny room with an equally tiny bed (white, white, everything’s white—the walls, the beds, the sheets), I stretch out my limbs the way I do before every single night. When you’re a fighter, it’s more than a little important to keep yourself in good condition. It’ll probably save your ass on more than one occasion. Just as I finish my routine I feel the tiniest of vibrations from within my pocket and I reach in and pull the small device out, quickly scanning through the message Luke has sent me.
A way out. Perfect.
I press my lips together as I speedily think for a few moments; advantageous times and easily accessible Contained sleeping quarters. Then I begin to press out the words, as short and to the point as his message had been.
Just peachy, I start off, answering his usual worry-wart question of whether I’m okay. Of course I’m okay. Even in text form I sound dry and sardonic. Now down to business.
0230.
Secure F + D4.
Prospects 3F 2M.
I’ll flip a few coins.
I send it and shove the device back into my pocket. I figure by 0230, it is too late for those who don’t want to be cranky in the morning—a safe hour. And though I probably don’t have to tell him so, I’ve requested him to secure and clear out the according D4 area and the fence; I’m not saying I can’t handle myself in a fight, but there’s no reason to start something when you can get by without issue. Three female and two male candidates, self-explanatory. The last line was the closest I’ll get to an actual joke. I’m too practical to let a whim decide how tomorrow night will play out; I’ll choose according to the proximity of their quarters to Door 4 and other realistic factors.
I fall asleep within minutes, systematically curling up into a defensive pose. Tomorrow will be busy.
I wake an hour early and begin my planning, sketching out little details in the copy of a map I obtained when I first entered this Nursery. I plan for different scenarios. Security will be looser, of course, but that doesn’t mean precautions don’t have to be taken. It also means if anyone tries to interfere, I won’t hold back. We are close to our goal, everything is falling into place and this will most likely be the only chance we have.
Deciding on the final candidates is through. I went with logical choices and nothing more; picks of convenience and practicality. 149 is the closest male prospect to D4, and 024 actually within Section 4. When you put it like that, they’re the definite choices.
Night falls and I go through my regular routine, lest someone inquire about any unusual activities. I’ve already stashed my necessities near the hallway that leads to Door 4—everything that I brought with me, I’m taking along. I wait in bed, running through the plan over and over in my head, testing the different situations I’ve sketched out earlier. I leave a margin for surprises, but not for errors.
The digital clock on the wall says 02:10. Time to get moving—I don’t plan on dallying. Twenty minutes is a large enough window for me to work speedily. It’ll be tight, but it’d be best to get out as soon as possible. Two minutes to get to Section 3 Room C, where 149 is. Two minutes to get him to come with me. Three minutes to get to Section 4 Room A, where 024 is. Two minutes to collect her. Five minutes to get through the winding hallways and key in various codes. Two minutes to get them in their disguises. Maybe one minute of glaring at them to get their asses moving. And then another two to rendezvous with Luke.
It’s all planned out, here, in my head. I leave my quarters with the confident stride of someone who is fully authorized to do whatever they want. Less suspicious that way. I stride down the halls just like always, quick and determined. It’s begun.
Anyways, if you are interested in writing with me, please do shoot me a pm. I would have done so myself if I wasn't still a bit too new to send them yet.
Best regards,
~ shigure girl
Last edited by a moderator:
OhGodOfWriting
Writing Addict
PMed
silenceconspiracy
Tekkonkinkreet
Are you still looking for partners by any chance? I've sorta joined about a month ago so I only have one example to show you for my writing style, which I hope is acceptable. Anyhow, I'm a major fan of dystopian roleplays, unfortunately the only science fiction books I have ever really read were by Octavia E. Butler, you'd think a biology major like myself would be more into stuff like that but I guess I just love my fiction on societies that suck, haha. As with fantasy, I've never really read too much of that other than The Hobbit, Lord of the Rings, and The Dark Tower series. Yet, I'm on winter break so perhaps I can go to the library and pick up a couple of books if you're dying to do significantly 'realistic' fantasy roleplay. I liked two of your plots you have mentioned: Dimension-Travelling and the What-If Machine. I actually just finished reading the Miss Peregrine's Peculiar Children books so I may have a decent idea of the whole dimension travelling. And if need be, I could come up with lots of ideas, I'm decently creative right now since I'm out of school and my brain can think for a moment, haha. Anyways, I'll get to the writing sample, and I think that's it? Oh yeah! And I don't mind playing male or female, I'm good with either as long as I can make my character my own, in a sense.
Raelynn was a talkative person, the issue was that she often talked about nonsense most of the time to strangers. If the circumstances had been different, Raelynn would have been as prickly as a cactus towards Adrian, but that would only be if their roles had been reversed. She felt a type of guilt that made her feel as if she owed him something, after all what she had done was wrong and she knew that very well. She always knew she was bound to break some rules in her life, and why not break them before you were eighteen and things became permanent? Simple rules such as breaking in and trespassing or trying to convince people to buy you alcohol or getting fake IDs weren’t too bad in Raelynn’s opinion. She still had a conscious after all and as long as she wasn’t harming anyone other than herself then things were okay in her mind. Killing someone was definitely not okay, but she valued her life and freedom more which was why she was running away. That was the only reason she ran away because she feared the consequences of life in prison. She never watched Orange Is the New Black, but had heard plenty of snippets from the series which made her cringe a bit.
Raelynn wasn’t a girl to run away from her problems. She didn’t think about things later, she thought about them right then and there. She was a rash thinker, not a rational one, and usually was quite upset so her thoughts were always jumbled and disorganized. She never thought a situation through all the way, just went with her instincts. It might have been a trait that would have been beneficial to her about two-hundred years ago but in this day and age with more technology, more security and more people about and cities if caused her more trouble than good. Except now she was out in the country. The thought was a bit bizarre to Raelynn and she fought the urge to ask Adrian about simple things like where his school was or their supermarket and did a school bus come and pick him up or did he have to ride a horse all the time? She figured that the questions were very stupid and didn’t want to annoy him. And anyways, she owed him something, didn’t she? She didn't want to burden him further with her strange questions.
She wasn’t going to take his kindness for granted, figuring that there had to be something to give him in return if she accepted his kindness. Right now they were on the border on making a relationship with another, and Raelynn didn’t believe she could trust this guy after seeing how people who seemed to be the most kind turned out to be the biggest jerks. He didn’t quite strike her as a jerk, he seemed to be so mild in nature and was caring for a horse who had to know if he was a bad guy or something. Raelynn remembered hearing something about animals having this other sense that humans used to have, almost like an instinct because prey animals could sense a predator. Or something like that, Raelynn struggled in paying attention to lectures unless it was something she found interesting, and her interests were always changing so quickly that the next day in class she would be bored. It didn’t help much that she was a kinetic learner, so if the teacher wanted her to actually pay attention then she had to be doing something else like playing with playdoh or listening to music or even taking a nap. She wasn’t extraordinarily smart for being able to fall asleep in class and know the lecture better than anyone else, she just had a hyperactive brain that needed to be engaged by other things.
This didn’t mean that Raelynn was oblivious to everything else if she wasn’t doing something else. She did notice the way Adrian frowned when mentioning his parents and the way he seemed unsteady for a moment. In consequence that actually made her want to talk more, an attempt to distract him. The only way to distract herself from issues for the time being was to talk about off the wall subjects. She knew it worked with others, but many times it could frustrate someone. It was just her natural mechanism to continue talking though, unless the person told her to shut up. She didn’t say anything though, she had already said far too much, it was really only a sign of her nervousness however, and waited for Adrian to answer her. She didn’t expect him to answer all her questions, but he seemed to be far more polite than she could be. She noticed his frown again and felt bad, knowing not to mention his parents. One would think that with Raelynn going from foster home to foster home and being taken away from her mother that she would be more sensitive about the subject but since it didn’t quite bother her if someone asked about her ‘parents’ she never thought how someone else would feel until it was too late, as was already the case.
“Okay, dude, I’m sorry, but you really gotta stop calling me ‘ma’am,’” Raelynn said once she was could interject in with his answers, that she truly was grateful for. With a playful smile she looked over the back of the horse and leaned on over the mellow creature so she could peer down as he worked. “I don’t think I’m that much older than you and when you say ma’am it makes me feel like I am a million years old.” She couldn’t offer her name to him, she wasn’t that foolish of a person to just hand out her name. She wish she could, but since he hadn’t asked for it then she ignored the fact that she should mention it. “I mean, what if I called you ‘sir’ instead of ‘dude’? Or wait, is it like super rude that I called you ‘dude’ instead of ‘sir’? But that’s like formalities, I guess, so you only do it if you met a stranger—oh I get it.” She made a face at her thought process. She thought like that about everything, first starting with whatever she thought was wrong, then going onto how she would change it before asking herself why it wasn’t her way and then realizing why it was custom to do whatever she first thought was strange.
“Okay, I’m sure I sound stupid, but I swear I’m not,” With her talkative personality she tended to dig her own grave, as she was doing now. “Well, I’m not that stupid, I mean, I’m not the smartest in school but I guess I’m not the dumbest; I think I'm just a bit half asleep still,” Raelynn had to wince at her words and sighed, shaking her head slightly and just letting a small, sheepish smile loose because she just made herself sound really silly. She took a deep breath, getting in the scent of the horse which just reminded her of sunshine, dirt and a bit of hay: it wasn’t a bad scent, she liked the musky undertone it had and how it just seemed so much more natural. She took a step back from the horse Adrian tended to and just watched him work for the moment while she clasped her hands behind her back. A brief gale blew by them, it was hot with heat but Raelynn would prefer a hot day over a cold day no matter what. The dryness of the gale didn’t even bother her, but with all the grass and trees she was sure rain had to happen quite often.
“Huh, Louisiana, so that’s the state after this one?” Raelynn murmured. She knew less about Louisiana than she did about Texas, which wasn’t going to go well for her. After all, the most she knew about Texas was “Houston, we have a problem” and then thoughts of cowboys riding around in an arid landscape; nothing like what this area seemed to be. All she could think about Louisiana was that they ate little weird fish that looked almost like a bug to her. Throughout her journey she had realized that Texas had different regions, it wasn’t just a flat, desert-like state that she had thought it to be. But how could she know beforehand? She never went out of her own county in New Mexico, she would ditch field trips or her grades weren’t high enough to let her go on them. It wasn’t like the school district offered many fieldtrips that went too far from their home anyways. “At least I’m heading the right way, so far so good.” Raelynn said to herself with a slight victorious look in her eye. Adrian might have thought she was reckless at this very moment but Raelynn was feeling quite proud. Never before had she completed a feat this large and unknown to her, so she had to give herself some credit. She did notice the look of concern on his face and for a moment she was shocked. Why would he have any concern at all? She told him she would leave as soon as possible after some directions. By the way he looked at her and then glanced at her bottle of water and bag of snacks, she realized vaguely what he was thinking: she was screwed. Strangely, the thought hadn’t yet crossed her mind.
“You shouldn’t be so kind to people,” Raelynn said with a soft smile on her face as she regarded Adrian as the reckless one. She couldn’t help but think that he should have really learned some stranger danger, and deciding that she herself should teach him something about it since he seemed so relaxed by her being there and offered her a place to stay for a night or two without knowing her name. In other words, Raelynn thought Adrian was crazy. “I mean, seriously, for all you know I could be a freaking chainsaw wielding, mass murderer who could be going after all the people in Houston. And I could go over there, kill a bunch of people but then I would obviously be shot to death, maybe get a couple dozen bullets in me and the cops would come for my body, and they would inspect it and such and wouldn’t really know who I was because I look weird or whatever.” She took a breath, having spoken too fast. “Then they put it all on the news: ‘who knows who the chainsaw serial killer is and call this number to give info.’” She actually had a smile on her mouth as she told the ridiculous story playing in her head before looking at Adrian. “And then, y’know, you see the news stories and feel guilty for the rest of your life and will think: ‘Man, if only I just told her to get off my property and have her get eaten by wolves or bears or whatever the fuck you have in Texas.’” Raelynn finished, sighing contentedly. It felt good to talk to someone, she had been avoiding people for so long that her voice had a bit of a raspy tone to it, not that she had an airy voice in the first place but now it sounded husky whenever she spoke.
“I’m not a chainsaw wielding psycho, just so you know,” She said after a moment’s pause. “And I technically already stayed a night, unannounced and basically illegally, so, if I were to stay then I would have to do something.” Raelynn bit her lip. She couldn’t deny the fact that Adrian’s offer sounded more than just a little appealing. She was physically and mentally tired still. She didn’t want to walk—her feet was sore and she was tired of the blisters that had accumulated on her heel and had been rubbed raw so many times through her socks. She wanted a break, and really she needed a break. She had never been an athlete in high school, although now she could maybe pass for a cross country runner with the newly formed muscle in her legs, but even just walking miles upon miles and getting a ride every now and then was the most exerting thing she had ever done. “So I’ll pay it off by helping you with stuff-- you got chores right? I can help you with those,” She said, a bit too eagerly. She didn’t want to sound like she wanted to stay because she wanted a break-- that would have embarrassed her-- so she tried to play it off as best as she could to seem like she honestly just wanted to help him out and repay him for the night she had stolen in the barn, unsure if she should officially accept his offer. She couldn't tell if he was lying, he seemed honest, but she couldn't trust him with her well-being in a sense. She hoped it work for the most part that he would just let her stay and help out until she could decipher if he had any poor intentions. “Or anything else, I can do almost anything,” She added, peering at him with hopeful, gray eyes.
Raelynn was a talkative person, the issue was that she often talked about nonsense most of the time to strangers. If the circumstances had been different, Raelynn would have been as prickly as a cactus towards Adrian, but that would only be if their roles had been reversed. She felt a type of guilt that made her feel as if she owed him something, after all what she had done was wrong and she knew that very well. She always knew she was bound to break some rules in her life, and why not break them before you were eighteen and things became permanent? Simple rules such as breaking in and trespassing or trying to convince people to buy you alcohol or getting fake IDs weren’t too bad in Raelynn’s opinion. She still had a conscious after all and as long as she wasn’t harming anyone other than herself then things were okay in her mind. Killing someone was definitely not okay, but she valued her life and freedom more which was why she was running away. That was the only reason she ran away because she feared the consequences of life in prison. She never watched Orange Is the New Black, but had heard plenty of snippets from the series which made her cringe a bit.
Raelynn wasn’t a girl to run away from her problems. She didn’t think about things later, she thought about them right then and there. She was a rash thinker, not a rational one, and usually was quite upset so her thoughts were always jumbled and disorganized. She never thought a situation through all the way, just went with her instincts. It might have been a trait that would have been beneficial to her about two-hundred years ago but in this day and age with more technology, more security and more people about and cities if caused her more trouble than good. Except now she was out in the country. The thought was a bit bizarre to Raelynn and she fought the urge to ask Adrian about simple things like where his school was or their supermarket and did a school bus come and pick him up or did he have to ride a horse all the time? She figured that the questions were very stupid and didn’t want to annoy him. And anyways, she owed him something, didn’t she? She didn't want to burden him further with her strange questions.
She wasn’t going to take his kindness for granted, figuring that there had to be something to give him in return if she accepted his kindness. Right now they were on the border on making a relationship with another, and Raelynn didn’t believe she could trust this guy after seeing how people who seemed to be the most kind turned out to be the biggest jerks. He didn’t quite strike her as a jerk, he seemed to be so mild in nature and was caring for a horse who had to know if he was a bad guy or something. Raelynn remembered hearing something about animals having this other sense that humans used to have, almost like an instinct because prey animals could sense a predator. Or something like that, Raelynn struggled in paying attention to lectures unless it was something she found interesting, and her interests were always changing so quickly that the next day in class she would be bored. It didn’t help much that she was a kinetic learner, so if the teacher wanted her to actually pay attention then she had to be doing something else like playing with playdoh or listening to music or even taking a nap. She wasn’t extraordinarily smart for being able to fall asleep in class and know the lecture better than anyone else, she just had a hyperactive brain that needed to be engaged by other things.
This didn’t mean that Raelynn was oblivious to everything else if she wasn’t doing something else. She did notice the way Adrian frowned when mentioning his parents and the way he seemed unsteady for a moment. In consequence that actually made her want to talk more, an attempt to distract him. The only way to distract herself from issues for the time being was to talk about off the wall subjects. She knew it worked with others, but many times it could frustrate someone. It was just her natural mechanism to continue talking though, unless the person told her to shut up. She didn’t say anything though, she had already said far too much, it was really only a sign of her nervousness however, and waited for Adrian to answer her. She didn’t expect him to answer all her questions, but he seemed to be far more polite than she could be. She noticed his frown again and felt bad, knowing not to mention his parents. One would think that with Raelynn going from foster home to foster home and being taken away from her mother that she would be more sensitive about the subject but since it didn’t quite bother her if someone asked about her ‘parents’ she never thought how someone else would feel until it was too late, as was already the case.
“Okay, dude, I’m sorry, but you really gotta stop calling me ‘ma’am,’” Raelynn said once she was could interject in with his answers, that she truly was grateful for. With a playful smile she looked over the back of the horse and leaned on over the mellow creature so she could peer down as he worked. “I don’t think I’m that much older than you and when you say ma’am it makes me feel like I am a million years old.” She couldn’t offer her name to him, she wasn’t that foolish of a person to just hand out her name. She wish she could, but since he hadn’t asked for it then she ignored the fact that she should mention it. “I mean, what if I called you ‘sir’ instead of ‘dude’? Or wait, is it like super rude that I called you ‘dude’ instead of ‘sir’? But that’s like formalities, I guess, so you only do it if you met a stranger—oh I get it.” She made a face at her thought process. She thought like that about everything, first starting with whatever she thought was wrong, then going onto how she would change it before asking herself why it wasn’t her way and then realizing why it was custom to do whatever she first thought was strange.
“Okay, I’m sure I sound stupid, but I swear I’m not,” With her talkative personality she tended to dig her own grave, as she was doing now. “Well, I’m not that stupid, I mean, I’m not the smartest in school but I guess I’m not the dumbest; I think I'm just a bit half asleep still,” Raelynn had to wince at her words and sighed, shaking her head slightly and just letting a small, sheepish smile loose because she just made herself sound really silly. She took a deep breath, getting in the scent of the horse which just reminded her of sunshine, dirt and a bit of hay: it wasn’t a bad scent, she liked the musky undertone it had and how it just seemed so much more natural. She took a step back from the horse Adrian tended to and just watched him work for the moment while she clasped her hands behind her back. A brief gale blew by them, it was hot with heat but Raelynn would prefer a hot day over a cold day no matter what. The dryness of the gale didn’t even bother her, but with all the grass and trees she was sure rain had to happen quite often.
“Huh, Louisiana, so that’s the state after this one?” Raelynn murmured. She knew less about Louisiana than she did about Texas, which wasn’t going to go well for her. After all, the most she knew about Texas was “Houston, we have a problem” and then thoughts of cowboys riding around in an arid landscape; nothing like what this area seemed to be. All she could think about Louisiana was that they ate little weird fish that looked almost like a bug to her. Throughout her journey she had realized that Texas had different regions, it wasn’t just a flat, desert-like state that she had thought it to be. But how could she know beforehand? She never went out of her own county in New Mexico, she would ditch field trips or her grades weren’t high enough to let her go on them. It wasn’t like the school district offered many fieldtrips that went too far from their home anyways. “At least I’m heading the right way, so far so good.” Raelynn said to herself with a slight victorious look in her eye. Adrian might have thought she was reckless at this very moment but Raelynn was feeling quite proud. Never before had she completed a feat this large and unknown to her, so she had to give herself some credit. She did notice the look of concern on his face and for a moment she was shocked. Why would he have any concern at all? She told him she would leave as soon as possible after some directions. By the way he looked at her and then glanced at her bottle of water and bag of snacks, she realized vaguely what he was thinking: she was screwed. Strangely, the thought hadn’t yet crossed her mind.
“You shouldn’t be so kind to people,” Raelynn said with a soft smile on her face as she regarded Adrian as the reckless one. She couldn’t help but think that he should have really learned some stranger danger, and deciding that she herself should teach him something about it since he seemed so relaxed by her being there and offered her a place to stay for a night or two without knowing her name. In other words, Raelynn thought Adrian was crazy. “I mean, seriously, for all you know I could be a freaking chainsaw wielding, mass murderer who could be going after all the people in Houston. And I could go over there, kill a bunch of people but then I would obviously be shot to death, maybe get a couple dozen bullets in me and the cops would come for my body, and they would inspect it and such and wouldn’t really know who I was because I look weird or whatever.” She took a breath, having spoken too fast. “Then they put it all on the news: ‘who knows who the chainsaw serial killer is and call this number to give info.’” She actually had a smile on her mouth as she told the ridiculous story playing in her head before looking at Adrian. “And then, y’know, you see the news stories and feel guilty for the rest of your life and will think: ‘Man, if only I just told her to get off my property and have her get eaten by wolves or bears or whatever the fuck you have in Texas.’” Raelynn finished, sighing contentedly. It felt good to talk to someone, she had been avoiding people for so long that her voice had a bit of a raspy tone to it, not that she had an airy voice in the first place but now it sounded husky whenever she spoke.
“I’m not a chainsaw wielding psycho, just so you know,” She said after a moment’s pause. “And I technically already stayed a night, unannounced and basically illegally, so, if I were to stay then I would have to do something.” Raelynn bit her lip. She couldn’t deny the fact that Adrian’s offer sounded more than just a little appealing. She was physically and mentally tired still. She didn’t want to walk—her feet was sore and she was tired of the blisters that had accumulated on her heel and had been rubbed raw so many times through her socks. She wanted a break, and really she needed a break. She had never been an athlete in high school, although now she could maybe pass for a cross country runner with the newly formed muscle in her legs, but even just walking miles upon miles and getting a ride every now and then was the most exerting thing she had ever done. “So I’ll pay it off by helping you with stuff-- you got chores right? I can help you with those,” She said, a bit too eagerly. She didn’t want to sound like she wanted to stay because she wanted a break-- that would have embarrassed her-- so she tried to play it off as best as she could to seem like she honestly just wanted to help him out and repay him for the night she had stolen in the barn, unsure if she should officially accept his offer. She couldn't tell if he was lying, he seemed honest, but she couldn't trust him with her well-being in a sense. She hoped it work for the most part that he would just let her stay and help out until she could decipher if he had any poor intentions. “Or anything else, I can do almost anything,” She added, peering at him with hopeful, gray eyes.
Last edited by a moderator:
PaperGhosts
Member
I'd be open to doing something with fantasy. I love using pretty pictures and music to set the tone of a roleplay. c: I also very much enjoy a splash of romance.
I don't know if you've seen the TV show Reign, but I've also been itching to do a roleplay inspired by some of its elements if you'd be interested.
I don't have old roleplay posts anymore, but here's a slice of a fanfic I was working on. I apologize for any errors, since this one is slightly older and I'm in a hurry so I couldn't re-read it.
I don't know if you've seen the TV show Reign, but I've also been itching to do a roleplay inspired by some of its elements if you'd be interested.
I don't have old roleplay posts anymore, but here's a slice of a fanfic I was working on. I apologize for any errors, since this one is slightly older and I'm in a hurry so I couldn't re-read it.
To regain a logical train of thought was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing, for I could now use the time on the walk home to effectively plot out my plan. A curse…well, because I could clearly mull over all the tragedies that could take place if I failed.
As I rounded up the path towards my house, what would soon no longer be so, I went over what had to be done. Each step I took was a step I ran over in my mind. One step: explain the situation as simply as possible to Link. Two steps: pack only some necessities. Three steps: gather…a weapon. I paused by the bridge, wishing to dip my feet in the water and take a seat to let life’s tragedies wash over me. However, I forced myself to push all of that to the back of my mind. If I let emotions take over so soon, I would never make it through the night; and Link wouldn’t live to see tomorrow.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and continued onward, quickening my pace, and therefore my thoughts. Four steps: wait until midnight. Five steps: get Cole’s key. I carefully allowed my mind to mull over all my moves to steal the key. It wasn’t hard. I had spent so much time with Cole growing up that I not only knew the floor plan of his house, but his habits as well. That would be the easy part. I had bigger fish to fry in the present.
I came to a halt outside my door, and reached out to open it slowly. When I saw unfamiliar shoes in the doorway, I jolted upright on alert. I stepped inside anxiously, immediately meeting eyes with the owner of the shoes.
“Dr. Shaddo?” I was more than just a bit surprised, even more so when I realized Link sat in front of him on the cot.
“Zelda,” he said in calm acknowledgment.
As I rounded up the path towards my house, what would soon no longer be so, I went over what had to be done. Each step I took was a step I ran over in my mind. One step: explain the situation as simply as possible to Link. Two steps: pack only some necessities. Three steps: gather…a weapon. I paused by the bridge, wishing to dip my feet in the water and take a seat to let life’s tragedies wash over me. However, I forced myself to push all of that to the back of my mind. If I let emotions take over so soon, I would never make it through the night; and Link wouldn’t live to see tomorrow.
I swallowed the lump in my throat and continued onward, quickening my pace, and therefore my thoughts. Four steps: wait until midnight. Five steps: get Cole’s key. I carefully allowed my mind to mull over all my moves to steal the key. It wasn’t hard. I had spent so much time with Cole growing up that I not only knew the floor plan of his house, but his habits as well. That would be the easy part. I had bigger fish to fry in the present.
I came to a halt outside my door, and reached out to open it slowly. When I saw unfamiliar shoes in the doorway, I jolted upright on alert. I stepped inside anxiously, immediately meeting eyes with the owner of the shoes.
“Dr. Shaddo?” I was more than just a bit surprised, even more so when I realized Link sat in front of him on the cot.
“Zelda,” he said in calm acknowledgment.
OhGodOfWriting
Writing Addict
I'm going to say no thank you to both of you for now, although Heather, if you do get some advanced RPs going, send me a non-intro sample, would you? Thanks!
OhGodOfWriting
Writing Addict
.
WalkingCookie
New Member
I'm interested in RPing with you. Please send me a PM if you'd like to brainstorm some ideas (RPnation won't let me PM people yet QQ)
OhGodOfWriting
Writing Addict
You seem great but I'm gonna need to see that sample! 
@WalkingCookie
@WalkingCookie
WalkingCookie
New Member
@OhGodOfWriting Meant to show you that within the PM haha.
Miles stared at her for a long moment, then the corner of his lips twitched. For all that she was plainly furious with him, she’d included shopping in their plans. Somehow, he doubted groceries were at the top of the list the day before. He slipped a hand under the wheel and fiddled with the wires below before sitting back and turning the key in the ignition. The car stalled twice before starting up with an unhappy cough. It seemed his girl shared Victoria’s mood, but she drove, and Victoria sat beside Miles, her eyes dark and staring out the window. Miles pulled up the map and started flipping through it, staring at it upside down, before turning it sideways and squinting. He’d memorized the city map before even driving into the town, but he pretended to study it while Victoria fumed.
They pulled out into the street. The car gave another shake and shudder before reluctantly settling. Limbo street was on the other side of town and they spent the drive in silence, Miles thinking about their morning and Victoria’s split personality. The woman ran hot then cold. Vicious, then dangerous. Victoria, he guessed, spent the ride wondering if anybody would question her too closely if she returned home without him.
As they drove up, the club was easy enough to spot. And if you managed to miss the bright, purple sign, the words “Girls, Girls, Girls” were flashing neon blue, even in the daytime, right below. Miles drove by a rusted yellow “children-crossing” sign and the sign for Dayton Elementary School. Miles rolled their car into the club parking lot, across the street from the school. It already had a couple cars blocking the spots closest to the club entrance. The school parking lot across the street had just one car.
Entering the club one step behind Victoria, Miles wasn’t sure what he expected from a strip club in this hellhole of a town, but somehow he wasn’t surprised by what he saw. Ragged carpeting stretched out from his feet to tables scattered haphazardly across the room like bright red mushrooms spotted with white coasters and beer bottles. There was a woman swaying to music by one of the three poles on the stage, a bored expression on her face. A man in the corner was waving a couple of bill that she seemed to be equally determined to ignore. Victoria was making her way straight to the back end of the bar and Miles followed, only to be cut off by a woman in a colorful bikini that did nothing in the way of “support” and everything in the way of “reveal”.
”Hey there, handsome. Here for a show?” she crooned, sidling up. He was new blood, and new guests smelled like money, Miles guessed. His eyes dropped down, then flickered back up to the woman’s face. Her makeup was so heavy, he couldn’t tell how old she was. She could have been 16 or 46, and the feathers in her hair fluttered as the fans that hung around the ceiling moved the stale air.
”Not interested, love. You’re wasting your time.”
”How about a ride instead?” she asked, smiling and ran her hand up shirt and gave it a tug. “I’ve a room in the back.” The other hand found the fly of his jeans. Miles twitched back and caught her hand. She turned the movement into a hug, turning to wrap his arm around her and pressing up to him, her breasts squishy and her breath hot against his neck. Bloody hell.Miles managed to lever the woman off him. To do that, one hand ended up on her chest, narrowly missing her breasts, and the other holding her hand. The woman pouted, and she certainly had the full, bright red lips for it.
”My name’s Candy. Want a taste?” She crooned, and he had a sinking suspicion that she could see right through him.
Miles could still feel his skin tingling from her breath and his clothes were tight. Fuck it had been a while.
“Not. Interested,” he snapped out, then decided to take a leaf out of Victoria’s book. “Try that again and I will put a bullet in your head.”
”Okay, but you’re so tense,” the stripper said. “Okay.”
Miles let her go with an near audible sigh of relief. But it seemed he did not have the same presence as Victoria to make his threats believable. And to the woman's credit, she didn’t try to wrap herself around him this time. She went straight to the point and tried to stick her tongue down his throat. It might have worked with most any other man, but Miles went from hot-and-bothered to ice cold in less than a second flat. Rage slammed into him and took over his next few actions as he shoved the girl away, knocked her legs out from under her with a kick and caught her hair before she could slam face first into the dirty carpet.
”That wasn’t tense. This is,” he snarled. “Get the difference?”
She nodded against his grip, but her wide eyes were on the hand by his side. Miles realized he was holding his switchblade, the blade roughly on the same level as her face as he held her by her hair, kneeling in front of him. The noise level in the already mostly empty club had dropped even more. He made a sound of disgust in her throat and let her go.
His anger slid away to be replaced by deep self-disgust. He snapped the knife closed again and slipping it back inside his jacket. This is what he’d been reduced to; terrifying helpless D-cup strippers in his free time. He moved towards the back bar, rubbing his hand on his jacket to wipe away the feel and smell of hair spray, his movements stiff as he rejoined Victoria.
Since you wanted a non-intro post it took me a while to decide which one I'd like to send.
They pulled out into the street. The car gave another shake and shudder before reluctantly settling. Limbo street was on the other side of town and they spent the drive in silence, Miles thinking about their morning and Victoria’s split personality. The woman ran hot then cold. Vicious, then dangerous. Victoria, he guessed, spent the ride wondering if anybody would question her too closely if she returned home without him.
As they drove up, the club was easy enough to spot. And if you managed to miss the bright, purple sign, the words “Girls, Girls, Girls” were flashing neon blue, even in the daytime, right below. Miles drove by a rusted yellow “children-crossing” sign and the sign for Dayton Elementary School. Miles rolled their car into the club parking lot, across the street from the school. It already had a couple cars blocking the spots closest to the club entrance. The school parking lot across the street had just one car.
Entering the club one step behind Victoria, Miles wasn’t sure what he expected from a strip club in this hellhole of a town, but somehow he wasn’t surprised by what he saw. Ragged carpeting stretched out from his feet to tables scattered haphazardly across the room like bright red mushrooms spotted with white coasters and beer bottles. There was a woman swaying to music by one of the three poles on the stage, a bored expression on her face. A man in the corner was waving a couple of bill that she seemed to be equally determined to ignore. Victoria was making her way straight to the back end of the bar and Miles followed, only to be cut off by a woman in a colorful bikini that did nothing in the way of “support” and everything in the way of “reveal”.
”Hey there, handsome. Here for a show?” she crooned, sidling up. He was new blood, and new guests smelled like money, Miles guessed. His eyes dropped down, then flickered back up to the woman’s face. Her makeup was so heavy, he couldn’t tell how old she was. She could have been 16 or 46, and the feathers in her hair fluttered as the fans that hung around the ceiling moved the stale air.
”Not interested, love. You’re wasting your time.”
”How about a ride instead?” she asked, smiling and ran her hand up shirt and gave it a tug. “I’ve a room in the back.” The other hand found the fly of his jeans. Miles twitched back and caught her hand. She turned the movement into a hug, turning to wrap his arm around her and pressing up to him, her breasts squishy and her breath hot against his neck. Bloody hell.Miles managed to lever the woman off him. To do that, one hand ended up on her chest, narrowly missing her breasts, and the other holding her hand. The woman pouted, and she certainly had the full, bright red lips for it.
”My name’s Candy. Want a taste?” She crooned, and he had a sinking suspicion that she could see right through him.
Miles could still feel his skin tingling from her breath and his clothes were tight. Fuck it had been a while.
“Not. Interested,” he snapped out, then decided to take a leaf out of Victoria’s book. “Try that again and I will put a bullet in your head.”
”Okay, but you’re so tense,” the stripper said. “Okay.”
Miles let her go with an near audible sigh of relief. But it seemed he did not have the same presence as Victoria to make his threats believable. And to the woman's credit, she didn’t try to wrap herself around him this time. She went straight to the point and tried to stick her tongue down his throat. It might have worked with most any other man, but Miles went from hot-and-bothered to ice cold in less than a second flat. Rage slammed into him and took over his next few actions as he shoved the girl away, knocked her legs out from under her with a kick and caught her hair before she could slam face first into the dirty carpet.
”That wasn’t tense. This is,” he snarled. “Get the difference?”
She nodded against his grip, but her wide eyes were on the hand by his side. Miles realized he was holding his switchblade, the blade roughly on the same level as her face as he held her by her hair, kneeling in front of him. The noise level in the already mostly empty club had dropped even more. He made a sound of disgust in her throat and let her go.
His anger slid away to be replaced by deep self-disgust. He snapped the knife closed again and slipping it back inside his jacket. This is what he’d been reduced to; terrifying helpless D-cup strippers in his free time. He moved towards the back bar, rubbing his hand on his jacket to wipe away the feel and smell of hair spray, his movements stiff as he rejoined Victoria.
Since you wanted a non-intro post it took me a while to decide which one I'd like to send.
OhGodOfWriting
Writing Addict
Much appreciated! PMed.
MrMopp
Two Thousand Club
Oh you definitely have have caught my interest.
OhGodOfWriting
Writing Addict
*emulates shiny object* sample sample
Omigosh01
Wayward Thinker
Hi, I read your intro for "Make them Bleed Color" and I'm interested in joining, but before I create a character I'd love to know more of the background about this world and your plan for the rp (if you have one), and what role you're looking for the addition of this rp to have?... comrade, nemesis, etc. Anyways, please get back to me. I'd love to join asap!
OhGodOfWriting
Writing Addict
It's for a 1x1, and I'd need to see a mid-RP sample from you. ^^
OhGodOfWriting
Writing Addict
Happy holidays or screw 'em, whatever floats your boat!
OhGodOfWriting
Writing Addict
.
OhGodOfWriting
Writing Addict
.
DividesByZer0
A cunning linguist
Wow I think you'd be a great partner for me. I'm craving a Star Wars fandom, but I would love to do cyberpunk.
There is a sample of my writing in my post. PM me if you're interested thanks. =)
There is a sample of my writing in my post. PM me if you're interested thanks. =)
Last edited by a moderator:
Terranova
Wanderer
Are you bumping this post looking for a partner or have I read you wrong?
Asteria
⚔️
I would be interested in a Romance, an action/adventure, or a period RP. (I have some ideas and plots in my mind if you would be interested.)
Samples:
Samples:
She finally closed the nurse office door. What was that? ''Good impression you made on your first day with the nurse, Clarissa.'' She though. Her face was still red but she couldn't control herself not to mutter a ''Jerk.'' under her breath. Her phone started ringing, of course it was Alice and Clary immediately answered.
''Hello?''
''Where are you?! Seriously Clary, I've been waiting for a hour here! You said you'll skip history and you'll come.'' Alice said annoyed, almost shouting in the phone. It was her first time that Clary skipped a class, but it was her first day anyway, nobody would've noticed.
''I am next to the...'' Wait, she couldn't tell her she is next to the nurse office because Aiden could come anytime out of it and Alice could've noticed.
''Actually, where are you, I am coming there.'' She started to make her way on the halls
''The entrance.'' She said and closed.
Clarissa rushed to the entrance and almost bumped in a guy. His hair was was lightly long and blond and his green eyes pierced her. He was tall and slim and he was wearing a black t-shirt, normal jeans and black sneakers.
''You should say sorry.'' When he said that, Clarissa knew him from somewhere. Yes, Erick and his friends. He was Jace if she remembered right.
''S-Sorry.'' She never liked to say sorry, but this time it was her fault.
''Good.'' He said and placed his hands in his pockets, looking at her with a smirk then he continued his way.
''God.'' She said and rushed again, noticing Alice. Alice hugged her slightly and hit her on her back with her force.
''What was that for?!''
''You late again. Back to the problem, we could go to my place but it is like far and we should take a bus.''
''It is fine, we could go to mine, it is close, if you don't mind my messy room of course.'' Clarissa laughed a bit and they both got in a taxi.
Her father flat was in an old building but it was big enough. 2 rooms, one kitchen, 2 baths, a living room and her dads office. She finally unlocked the door and noticed her dad was in town as he left a note: ''I have an urgent meeting and might come late tonight, Love dad.'' Urgent meeting? She knew that her father was always working on his laptop and no one from this town worked for him or with him. She tried calling him, no response. She let out a sigh and helped Alice as they moved through to the boxes to get to her room. The walls where white and the room contained only a small closet, her books and records, her posters that were everywhere, her laptop and her study desk and there were still many things to place, but she had enough time to do that tomorrow. It was a good thing Alice didn't ask her any questions about where she was. She picked out fast her outfit: her leather jacket, a grey short hoodie that shows a little bit of her stomach, her black skinny pants and her ankle black leather boots. Her hair is in a messy bun mostly, and she is wearing the necklace her mother gave her: a moon and a sun together, both made out of silver. Alice searched like crazy through her clothes and finally picked a sweater, some pants and her converse. It was nice to find someone her size.
After 20 minutes they arrived to the game. The place wasn't that crowded, they came too early maybe. The sat in the front row as Alice pulled her hand. She loved football game but she mostly liked one of the players.
''Quick question: Why is Aiden staring at you and why he is coming this way?''
''What?'' She stared at her confused then she heard him as he called her name. She was surprised but mostly mad cause he still came even if she told him he should stay home and relax.
''Hey.'' Said Alice staring at her and him. But Aiden didn't even look at her as he sat down next to Clarissa. Alice seemed a little bit annoyed at him. At Clary home she said many times that she can't understand jerk guys and of course Aiden was part of them. It felt like a big tension, even if Aiden didn't notice it.
Then Clarissa saw Erick. He was approaching the front row with a grin as he was followed by his guys, making her stomach just go sick for a moment.
''Alice. Hot pie.'' He said as he looked at me and Alice. Alice just rolled her eyes and continued to look the other.
''Aw, don't get mad Alice, you're a hot pie too when you want.'' Erick said as he winked at her.
''I'll go buy some water.'' Alice said as she threw Erick a ''Gonna kill you.'' look.
''So, how is the new girl? Maybe after the game I could show you around.'' He started staring at her even more, making her head go dizzy for a moment. His eyes were like a gun that shots bullets in hers. Then she suddenly felt a arm around her back as it pulled her closer for a moment.
''I think she is fine.'' It was Aiden. He looked like he could just jump and throw a punch at Erick's face. His arm was tense and his body was warm, making Clary feel a little secure on herself now.
Erick looked at him with a smirk, but this time it was a small one and left with the group as the game begun.
Alice returned and stared a little bit surprised at the image she saw, but just made her way to her seat and looked at the game.
Clary would've liked to get away from Aiden, but every time he just pulled her closer. ''Hey, it would be nice if you could let me go, because your old girlfriends and every girl you ever fucked stares at me like I am a meat and they're lions.'' She would've liked to say in that moment, but all that remained in her mind. She could punch him and run away, like she done in middle school with the boy that annoyed the shit out of her. The game finally finished, and their school team won, again it seems, from what she have heard from the others. She got her bag really fast and made a little run outside of the arena, as she left Aiden in the back, Alice following her.[/SPOILER]
Alexander just made a slight nod when she said she would not need any help. "Just to inform you, I slept last night, don't flatter yourself, devil." Alexander said as he puffed from his cigar, accentuating the word devil with a triumphal smile on his face.
He just made a slight grin as he watched her puff from it and then handing it back, he would've loved to do a small comment in that moment but he had to restrain himself a little bit. "She loved this garden so much, she stayed like night and day in here. She was a little bit crazy, if we can say that. Maybe because she didn't get love from my father she decided if she will take care of the garden, it will love her back. It will never return to its glory if she won't be here. The last comment kind of pained him, but he continued to look uninterested around the garden.
When Alexander felt some slight pushes he frowned. "Did my mother wrote to take care of me like I am child in her notes? Fine, fine, just call me when you're done." He added as he got inside the house, not before he looked at her one more time.
Alexander made his way upstairs, not before he told one of his servants to prepare some coffee and some food for him and for Vivian, in case she wanted to eat anything while she was working. Alexander took a shower this time and took time to shave, then changed into a grey sweater and his black pants as he slightly brushed his hair. He didn't look as tired as before and he made his way downstairs.
When Alexander got back to the door, he slowly peeked outside to be sure Vivian was fine and he tried his best not to be seen. She said she will call him so he had to wait now. He looked at her for some minutes, as he was staying with his shoulder pressed a little bit on the door, until he heard some footsteps, it was just his oldest servant, aunt Abel with a tray with coffee and some sandwiches and biscuits.
"Mister Blackstone is intending to spy on our gardener all day?" She asked, smiling. Aunt Abel was always close to Alexander even if he treated her cold sometimes. Maybe she caught this love for him from his mother as aunt Abel was the closest to her.
"I am not spying, she said she will call me when she's done." He said with his deep and sleepy voice, as he tried to look uninterested in her comment.
"And that means you'll wait here until she'll call you? From when is Mister Blackstone waiting after people?" She asked again.
"Can you stop implying things? I am not paying you to ask me if I am spying on women or not." He said as he took the tray from her hands and headed into the garden as he placed it on a small table and slowly sipped from his coffee.
"In case you want to drink or eat something. And I am all clean now. You want me to help or something or I shall get back into the house and let the master take care of everything?" He asked as he looked at her.
''Hello?''
''Where are you?! Seriously Clary, I've been waiting for a hour here! You said you'll skip history and you'll come.'' Alice said annoyed, almost shouting in the phone. It was her first time that Clary skipped a class, but it was her first day anyway, nobody would've noticed.
''I am next to the...'' Wait, she couldn't tell her she is next to the nurse office because Aiden could come anytime out of it and Alice could've noticed.
''Actually, where are you, I am coming there.'' She started to make her way on the halls
''The entrance.'' She said and closed.
Clarissa rushed to the entrance and almost bumped in a guy. His hair was was lightly long and blond and his green eyes pierced her. He was tall and slim and he was wearing a black t-shirt, normal jeans and black sneakers.
''You should say sorry.'' When he said that, Clarissa knew him from somewhere. Yes, Erick and his friends. He was Jace if she remembered right.
''S-Sorry.'' She never liked to say sorry, but this time it was her fault.
''Good.'' He said and placed his hands in his pockets, looking at her with a smirk then he continued his way.
''God.'' She said and rushed again, noticing Alice. Alice hugged her slightly and hit her on her back with her force.
''What was that for?!''
''You late again. Back to the problem, we could go to my place but it is like far and we should take a bus.''
''It is fine, we could go to mine, it is close, if you don't mind my messy room of course.'' Clarissa laughed a bit and they both got in a taxi.
Her father flat was in an old building but it was big enough. 2 rooms, one kitchen, 2 baths, a living room and her dads office. She finally unlocked the door and noticed her dad was in town as he left a note: ''I have an urgent meeting and might come late tonight, Love dad.'' Urgent meeting? She knew that her father was always working on his laptop and no one from this town worked for him or with him. She tried calling him, no response. She let out a sigh and helped Alice as they moved through to the boxes to get to her room. The walls where white and the room contained only a small closet, her books and records, her posters that were everywhere, her laptop and her study desk and there were still many things to place, but she had enough time to do that tomorrow. It was a good thing Alice didn't ask her any questions about where she was. She picked out fast her outfit: her leather jacket, a grey short hoodie that shows a little bit of her stomach, her black skinny pants and her ankle black leather boots. Her hair is in a messy bun mostly, and she is wearing the necklace her mother gave her: a moon and a sun together, both made out of silver. Alice searched like crazy through her clothes and finally picked a sweater, some pants and her converse. It was nice to find someone her size.
After 20 minutes they arrived to the game. The place wasn't that crowded, they came too early maybe. The sat in the front row as Alice pulled her hand. She loved football game but she mostly liked one of the players.
''Quick question: Why is Aiden staring at you and why he is coming this way?''
''What?'' She stared at her confused then she heard him as he called her name. She was surprised but mostly mad cause he still came even if she told him he should stay home and relax.
''Hey.'' Said Alice staring at her and him. But Aiden didn't even look at her as he sat down next to Clarissa. Alice seemed a little bit annoyed at him. At Clary home she said many times that she can't understand jerk guys and of course Aiden was part of them. It felt like a big tension, even if Aiden didn't notice it.
Then Clarissa saw Erick. He was approaching the front row with a grin as he was followed by his guys, making her stomach just go sick for a moment.
''Alice. Hot pie.'' He said as he looked at me and Alice. Alice just rolled her eyes and continued to look the other.
''Aw, don't get mad Alice, you're a hot pie too when you want.'' Erick said as he winked at her.
''I'll go buy some water.'' Alice said as she threw Erick a ''Gonna kill you.'' look.
''So, how is the new girl? Maybe after the game I could show you around.'' He started staring at her even more, making her head go dizzy for a moment. His eyes were like a gun that shots bullets in hers. Then she suddenly felt a arm around her back as it pulled her closer for a moment.
''I think she is fine.'' It was Aiden. He looked like he could just jump and throw a punch at Erick's face. His arm was tense and his body was warm, making Clary feel a little secure on herself now.
Erick looked at him with a smirk, but this time it was a small one and left with the group as the game begun.
Alice returned and stared a little bit surprised at the image she saw, but just made her way to her seat and looked at the game.
Clary would've liked to get away from Aiden, but every time he just pulled her closer. ''Hey, it would be nice if you could let me go, because your old girlfriends and every girl you ever fucked stares at me like I am a meat and they're lions.'' She would've liked to say in that moment, but all that remained in her mind. She could punch him and run away, like she done in middle school with the boy that annoyed the shit out of her. The game finally finished, and their school team won, again it seems, from what she have heard from the others. She got her bag really fast and made a little run outside of the arena, as she left Aiden in the back, Alice following her.[/SPOILER]
Alexander just made a slight nod when she said she would not need any help. "Just to inform you, I slept last night, don't flatter yourself, devil." Alexander said as he puffed from his cigar, accentuating the word devil with a triumphal smile on his face.
He just made a slight grin as he watched her puff from it and then handing it back, he would've loved to do a small comment in that moment but he had to restrain himself a little bit. "She loved this garden so much, she stayed like night and day in here. She was a little bit crazy, if we can say that. Maybe because she didn't get love from my father she decided if she will take care of the garden, it will love her back. It will never return to its glory if she won't be here. The last comment kind of pained him, but he continued to look uninterested around the garden.
When Alexander felt some slight pushes he frowned. "Did my mother wrote to take care of me like I am child in her notes? Fine, fine, just call me when you're done." He added as he got inside the house, not before he looked at her one more time.
Alexander made his way upstairs, not before he told one of his servants to prepare some coffee and some food for him and for Vivian, in case she wanted to eat anything while she was working. Alexander took a shower this time and took time to shave, then changed into a grey sweater and his black pants as he slightly brushed his hair. He didn't look as tired as before and he made his way downstairs.
When Alexander got back to the door, he slowly peeked outside to be sure Vivian was fine and he tried his best not to be seen. She said she will call him so he had to wait now. He looked at her for some minutes, as he was staying with his shoulder pressed a little bit on the door, until he heard some footsteps, it was just his oldest servant, aunt Abel with a tray with coffee and some sandwiches and biscuits.
"Mister Blackstone is intending to spy on our gardener all day?" She asked, smiling. Aunt Abel was always close to Alexander even if he treated her cold sometimes. Maybe she caught this love for him from his mother as aunt Abel was the closest to her.
"I am not spying, she said she will call me when she's done." He said with his deep and sleepy voice, as he tried to look uninterested in her comment.
"And that means you'll wait here until she'll call you? From when is Mister Blackstone waiting after people?" She asked again.
"Can you stop implying things? I am not paying you to ask me if I am spying on women or not." He said as he took the tray from her hands and headed into the garden as he placed it on a small table and slowly sipped from his coffee.
"In case you want to drink or eat something. And I am all clean now. You want me to help or something or I shall get back into the house and let the master take care of everything?" He asked as he looked at her.
Last edited by a moderator:
OhGodOfWriting
Writing Addict
Divides - I need an RP sample mah friend.
Terra - Yes, always pickily searching
Clraissa - Nice avvie! Thanks for sending samples from both genders, cool of you. In the second sample, does the main speak English as a first language?
Thanks all!
Terra - Yes, always pickily searching
Clraissa - Nice avvie! Thanks for sending samples from both genders, cool of you. In the second sample, does the main speak English as a first language?
Thanks all!
Last edited by a moderator:
