mourning star
♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
THE POPPY HOUSE
introduction
chapter one
_
introduction
chapter one
-
This section is for roleplays only.
ALL interest checks/recruiting threads must go in the Recruit Here section.
Please remember to credit artists when using works not your own.
Realistic or Modern the poppy house ➞ ic
- Thread starter mourning star
- Start date
mourning star
♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
Last edited:
sunsets
you want the moon? just say the word.
Anya exhaled deeply, her chest rising and falling quickly. Stretching her arms up over her head, she rolled her neck as she focused on cooling down from another grueling work-out. It was the only way to truly wake her up in the morning, a routine she'd grown accustomed to after the initial first week. The only thing that really got her through the intensity of exercise was the beat of the music playing through her headphones. Anya wasn't one to listen to EDM or bassline music but she found the quick beat to be the most helpful in keeping her motivated. She moved on to stretch out the rest of her body, humming along to the familiar beat before mentally declaring her work-out officially over. Tapping her fingers lightly on her thigh, she looked up at the sky with a smile. Another beautiful day. She turned her music off and slipped her headphones from her head to rest around her neck, taking in the peace and quiet of the morning, the only noise being the birds chirping.
After a few moments of fresh air, Anya made her way across the gravel driveway that led up to the place she called home. Walking into the foyer, she kicked her shoes off and left them on the shoe stand that was situated by the door. The shoe stand was overflowing with every different type and size of shoe belonging to different people within the household. With the amount of people she lived with, she was always surprised by how tidy the place was kept. Upon hearing light chatter in the kitchen, Anya followed the voices to find Kaito and Alessia. "Good morning!" she chirped excitedly, an almost instantaneous wafting of food hitting her senses and piquing her intrigue. In that second, her stomach decided to remind her of just how hungry she was. Crossing the kitchen, Anya ran her fingers through her hair before fixing it up into a new ponytail. "Something smells amazing," she commented before running her hands under the water to wash them, ready to fill her stomach with whatever goods Kaito had cooked up.
After a few moments of fresh air, Anya made her way across the gravel driveway that led up to the place she called home. Walking into the foyer, she kicked her shoes off and left them on the shoe stand that was situated by the door. The shoe stand was overflowing with every different type and size of shoe belonging to different people within the household. With the amount of people she lived with, she was always surprised by how tidy the place was kept. Upon hearing light chatter in the kitchen, Anya followed the voices to find Kaito and Alessia. "Good morning!" she chirped excitedly, an almost instantaneous wafting of food hitting her senses and piquing her intrigue. In that second, her stomach decided to remind her of just how hungry she was. Crossing the kitchen, Anya ran her fingers through her hair before fixing it up into a new ponytail. "Something smells amazing," she commented before running her hands under the water to wash them, ready to fill her stomach with whatever goods Kaito had cooked up.
calypso
fairest
[div class=mainCon][div class=header]Saffron Graves[/div][div class=contentWrap][div class=scrollWrap][div class=textWrap]
The house was slowly waking up, but one resident had been awake for a long time already.
Sitting by her window, Saffron sat with a large brush in one hand. She was currently attempting to brush out the end of her long hair, though it was more or less a fruitless effort. Her hair naturally appeared brushed at all times, due to the magic that flowed through it. Even if it needed to brushed out, the forty feet of it all would instantly get tangled up again the moment she started to walk. Instead, the brushing motion simply helped her relax. The repetitive movement distracted her mind, and let her fingers do the work instead. While she gently grasped one lock of it all, the rest of her hair was scattered across her room. Strands roped around her bed frame and across the floor, other parts draping over her vanity.
That's how her room looked majority of the time. There just wasn't any real room for her hair, so it often found itself draped over every piece of furniture she owned. When she slept, it often hung above her like a canopy. She often muttered to herself how it looked like a mix between Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel. She had even mentally trained herself to not roll around too much as she slept, least she wanted to wake up like a wrapped burrito.
With a soft sigh, Saffron placed the large brush down next to her. The window sill seat was large enough that she could pull both her feet up onto it, while also keeping several stacks of books and plants around. The sun was slowly rising, the rays tickling over her toes as she sat with her knees to her chest. People were already stirring, which meant her window for getting breakfast was closing. She didn't particularly feel like braiding her hair this morning, especially if she planned to spend the rest of the day in her room. No, she'd just have to move quickly.
Pushing herself to her feet, Saffron began a circle around the room. Whenever she came across a large section of hair, it was scooped up and thrown behind her like a wedding dress trail. Though, soon enough, the 'trail' began to lay upon itself in the center of the room. Small tugs here and there indicated how much more she needed to collect, and soon she had a whole head of hair behind her. Though people questioned her about the weight of her hair when they got the chance, she'd simply shrug her shoulders and move on. Hair didn't weigh that much normally, so this was only ten pounds or so. Besides, Saffron was strong enough to handle it!
Running her hand over the top of her hair, Saffron simply huffed to herself and turned her attention over to her door. Unlocked but closed, she simply listened for a moment for any footsteps. When none were heard, a small creak filled the air inside. Her white-haired head peaked out into the hall, before a slender foot slipped free. Not only did she want to avoid others, Saffron didn't want to be rude and awaken anymore of the house-dwellers. It'd just be impolite this early in the morning, especially if someone liked to sleep in.
Still, she couldn't cover up the slight dragging sound her hair made as she began to move down the hall. Long and carpeted, it looked as if someone had dumped a straight line of snow down the middle of it all. Hopefully no one opened a door randomly and caught her hair, but accidents do tend to happen. As she began to turn the corner, the end of her hair slowly shifted upward and wrapped around the handle of her own door. A quite click was heard, before her hair fell lifeless again. The movement was unconscious most of the time, as Saffron had trained herself to do such a thing. Any of other acts of making her hair move was lost on her.
A lot of things about magic were lost on her, actually.
Giving a soft sigh, Saffron simply continued her quiet journey down to the kitchen. So far, so good...
[/div][/div][/div][div class=footer]
Interactions: n/a
Mentions: n/a[/div][/div][/div]
The house was slowly waking up, but one resident had been awake for a long time already.
Sitting by her window, Saffron sat with a large brush in one hand. She was currently attempting to brush out the end of her long hair, though it was more or less a fruitless effort. Her hair naturally appeared brushed at all times, due to the magic that flowed through it. Even if it needed to brushed out, the forty feet of it all would instantly get tangled up again the moment she started to walk. Instead, the brushing motion simply helped her relax. The repetitive movement distracted her mind, and let her fingers do the work instead. While she gently grasped one lock of it all, the rest of her hair was scattered across her room. Strands roped around her bed frame and across the floor, other parts draping over her vanity.
That's how her room looked majority of the time. There just wasn't any real room for her hair, so it often found itself draped over every piece of furniture she owned. When she slept, it often hung above her like a canopy. She often muttered to herself how it looked like a mix between Sleeping Beauty and Rapunzel. She had even mentally trained herself to not roll around too much as she slept, least she wanted to wake up like a wrapped burrito.
With a soft sigh, Saffron placed the large brush down next to her. The window sill seat was large enough that she could pull both her feet up onto it, while also keeping several stacks of books and plants around. The sun was slowly rising, the rays tickling over her toes as she sat with her knees to her chest. People were already stirring, which meant her window for getting breakfast was closing. She didn't particularly feel like braiding her hair this morning, especially if she planned to spend the rest of the day in her room. No, she'd just have to move quickly.
Pushing herself to her feet, Saffron began a circle around the room. Whenever she came across a large section of hair, it was scooped up and thrown behind her like a wedding dress trail. Though, soon enough, the 'trail' began to lay upon itself in the center of the room. Small tugs here and there indicated how much more she needed to collect, and soon she had a whole head of hair behind her. Though people questioned her about the weight of her hair when they got the chance, she'd simply shrug her shoulders and move on. Hair didn't weigh that much normally, so this was only ten pounds or so. Besides, Saffron was strong enough to handle it!
Running her hand over the top of her hair, Saffron simply huffed to herself and turned her attention over to her door. Unlocked but closed, she simply listened for a moment for any footsteps. When none were heard, a small creak filled the air inside. Her white-haired head peaked out into the hall, before a slender foot slipped free. Not only did she want to avoid others, Saffron didn't want to be rude and awaken anymore of the house-dwellers. It'd just be impolite this early in the morning, especially if someone liked to sleep in.
Still, she couldn't cover up the slight dragging sound her hair made as she began to move down the hall. Long and carpeted, it looked as if someone had dumped a straight line of snow down the middle of it all. Hopefully no one opened a door randomly and caught her hair, but accidents do tend to happen. As she began to turn the corner, the end of her hair slowly shifted upward and wrapped around the handle of her own door. A quite click was heard, before her hair fell lifeless again. The movement was unconscious most of the time, as Saffron had trained herself to do such a thing. Any of other acts of making her hair move was lost on her.
A lot of things about magic were lost on her, actually.
Giving a soft sigh, Saffron simply continued her quiet journey down to the kitchen. So far, so good...
[/div][/div][/div][div class=footer]
[div class=mainPic]
[/div][div class=tagBox]Location: hallwayInteractions: n/a
Mentions: n/a[/div][/div][/div]
code by RI.a
[class=mainCon]
margin:auto;center;
min-width200px;
max-width:700px;
height:auto;
display:flex;
flex-wrap:wrap;
justify-content:center;
--color1:#bd86a6;
--color2:#E4D8DA;
--color3:#242025;
--img1:url('https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/542572913648205824/577583789845381121/Screen_Shot_2019-05-13_at_3.51.23_PM.png');
background:var(--color1);
[/class]
[class=contentWrap]
min-width:200px;
max-width:700px;
height:40vh;
overflow:hidden;
border-bottom:3px double var(--color2);
border-top:3px double var(--color2);
[/class]
[class=scrollWrap]
width:105%;
height:40vh;
overflow-y:scroll;
overflow-x:hidden;
[/class]
[class=textWrap]
width:93%;
padding:0.8em;
font-family:Josefin Slab;
font-size:0.8em;
color:var(--color3);
[/class]
[class=header]
width:100%;
height:auto;
font-family:Fredericka the Great;
font-size:3em;
color:var(--color3);
align-self:flex-start;
[/class]
[class=footer]
width:100%;
align-self:flex-end;
padding:10px;
display:flex;
padding-top:10px;
align-items:center;
[/class]
[class=mainPic]
flex:1;
min-width:150px;
height:150px;
border-radius:50%;
border:1px solid var(--color2);
background:var(--img1);
background-size:cover;
background-position:center;
transform:rotateY(180deg);
[/class]
[class=tagBox]
flex:4;
height:auto;
padding:10px;
font-family:Josefin Slab;
font-size:0.8em;
color:var(--color3);
border-top:3px double var(--color2);
border-bottom:3px double var(--color2);
opacity:0;
transition:all 0.75s ease-in;
[/class]
[class name=tagBox state=hover]
opacity:1;
[/class]
Last edited:
wickedlittlecritta
lord of misrule
The rain fell in soft, fat drops, and the sky stilled, and Devin sat on the beach watching the waves settle. He'd been out all night, standing in the storm, trying to use it, but the binding still held.
He'd've been impressed with the work, if it hadn't been so damned inconvenient.
The storm had served two purposes. The first, and most obvious, was using it for power. With his own magic under metaphoric lock and key, he needed a battery. The second purpose was less obvious, maybe, but a sense of psychodrama was always important. And how could you feel anything but magic and powerful, in the sea and the storm?
But in the end the guild sigils held, and Devin was drained. It wasn't the same as being tired--he was that as well, but mostly he felt empty. He took a long drag on his cigarette and exhaled smoke. It hadn't been long since the binding had been put in place, but it felt like an eternity.
He flicked the cigarette butt. It should have winked out and into the nearest garbage, but instead it arced gracefully into the damp sand. He was emptier than he thought. Devin grunted and stood to pick it up, brushing sand from his sodden jeans. They were rolled up to the knees, his feet still a little numb from standing in the ocean, and he stumbled a bit.
People were starting to wake up, it sounded like. Which meant it was time for him to go sleep. It was practically a requirement of a wizard to keep strange hours, after all. He brushed more sand off his feet and clothes before stumbling into Poppy House. He was sure he looked more than half-drowned, with his wet hair and shirt plastered to him, but hey. Didn't a wizard have a prerogative to look absolutely batshit?
He paused outside the dining room, and decided on getting out of his soggy clothes before he did anything else. And he started down the hall when he saw the hair.
There was a girl somewhere in all the hair, but for a confusing moment it looked like Cousin It's shaggier, femme cousin. He stopped and stepped to the side.
"Bad news, Rapunzel, there's no prince outside," Devin told her. "Smells like there's coffee though, so I think you're winning."
erzulie
cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
Lisette Duprè
-
❤ -
Mentions: Alessia, Kaito, Anya, Saffron, Devon
Interactions: Alessia, Kaito, Anya, Saffron, Devon
Tags:
mourning star
,
sunsets
,
calypso
,
wickedlittlecritta
Outfit: x
coding by @Wapiti
Last edited:
MadiRaiCat
Wine Aunt
Raelynn Stone
Location: The Poppy House
Mentions: Devin (
wickedlittlecritta
), Saffron (
calypso
)
Interactions: Marc, Kaito, Alessia (
mourning star
), Lisette (
erzulie
)
Outfit: x | x
Mentions: Devin (
wickedlittlecritta
), Saffron (
calypso
)Interactions: Marc, Kaito, Alessia (
mourning star
), Lisette (
erzulie
)Outfit: x | x
codedbycrucialstar
MadiRaiCat
Wine Aunt
Marc Bennett
Location: The Poppy House
Mentions: None
Interactions: Raelynn, Kaito (
mourning star
), Lisette (
erzulie
)
Outfit: x
Mentions: None
Interactions: Raelynn, Kaito (
mourning star
), Lisette (
erzulie
)Outfit: x
codedbycrucialstar
Last edited:
S n o w
Dreamer
[class=picture] position: relative; display: inline-block; [/class] [class=text] position: absolute; width: 100%; height: 100%; top: 0; left: 0; opacity: 0; background-color: rgba(0,0,0,0.2); color: white; z-index: 2; [/class] [class name=text state=hover] opacity: 1; [/class] [div class=picture] [div class=text][/div]
codedbycrucialstar | location: the library[/div]
Last edited:
Alvaris
Just warming up
Titus
Titus grunted before sliding his feet onto the floor. He woke to the smell of breakfast cooking. Running his hand through his hair he pushed off the bed. His alarm was supposed to go off hours ago. He glanced over at the end table, where his clock was. Plants sprouted through it. Oops. He shook his head before grabbing the pot from beside his bed. That's the last time he put one so close to the clock. After putting the plant by the window sill he tossed the clock into the trash by his door. It was the second one he'd manage to destroy this week. He shuffled over to his dresser and put on jeans and a dark shirt.
He stepped out of the room and glanced back at the plant at the sill before shaking his head. The Marble Queen was a gift from his mother and he preferred keeping it close, but not at the cost of anymore alarm clocks. He closed the door and headed downstairs. Chattering filled the air the closer he came to the kitchen. He wasn't in the mood for a conversation, maybe after some food he'd feel better. He lingered outside the kitchen and smiled at the smell of food. His stomach rumbled before he placed his hand over it. He was looking forward to breakfast.
Titus leaned against the door frame. The kitchen felt overcrowded. He'd wait to until the crowd died down before he'd get a plate.
AI10100
Expert Lurker
Roland Whitechapel
Interacting with:
Mentions:
calypso
Location: Porch area
Interacting with:
Mentions:
calypso
Location: Porch area
There were perks to living in the Poppy House. Roland had been convinced by the two that this was the case. He doesn't blame them for trying to convince him that it was a better idea than staying at that shifty old apartment that he had woken up in with no memories. Nevertheless, Roland had blindly allowed them to lead his life - letting them take temporary control in where he lives so that he may understand his situation better. Roland still did not know what being a familiar truly insinuates or what they do, but he was at the very least aware of the power balance in this magical world. They were to be servants or helpers to witches or wizards who can control a school of magic they choose to specialize in. Sarah and Warren were currently on the search for any witch or wizard who has the capabilities of removing the magical block in his memories that kept him from remembering the first 18 years of his life.
Roland had already been outside by dawn, an open newspaper at his side and his cellphone on his right and a cigarette on his left. Roland did love the early mornings and it gave him enough time for himself until the rest of the residents of the Poppy House woke up. He had gotten along with most of them for the most part during his stay. He could say less for Saffron because of the incident that involved him having to forcibly use his power against her and the fact that it was extremely dangerous, but he still cared for her in a way that meant he was already emotionally invested in her wellbeing. Whether this meant that he felt that she was going to be his master or merely that he wished to help her, Roland wasn't exactly quite sure. He didn't even know how you choose a master, let alone have one.
He took a drag of the cigarette and let out a puff of smoke, tearing his eyes away from the screen of his phone for a moment to watch it disappear into the air. One of the reasons why he smoked during the morning was because of the fact that some of the other residents might not appreciate it and thus, he made sure that he would only smoke when the least amount of residents were awake - namely at dawn. They were either sleeping, in the kitchen or somewhere inside. That meant he had the entirety of the porch to himself and he made sure to smoke a little bit to the side so that even if they do pass by, they wouldn't be too bothered by it.
"And so they have awakened." Roland had muttered to himself when he heard a couple of doors opening and closing. Footsteps from the inside. The unmistakable clatter inside the kitchen from Kaito finishing up their breakfast for the day. He typically headed in last so that he can still finish his cigarette. Kaito always made enough for all of them and he wasn't a big eater. If he was, he wouldn't have survived as long as he had. He turned back to his phone and continued on to scroll without a second thought.
erzulie
cheers for spring; for life; for a growing soul
Lisette Duprè
-
❤ -
Mentions:
Interactions: Marc, Kaito, Jude
Tags:
mourning star
,
MadiRaiCat
,
S n o w
Outfit: x
coding by @Wapiti
MoltenLightning
aquatic fluff nugget~
◢ Vivian Fiere ◤
Location: Her room, then the hallway
Interacting w/: No one, yet
Noise. That's the first thing that Vivian noted when she finally decided to wake up. People were loud, but animals were always louder. Back in her old home, the animals would croak or caw or screech whenever they awoke, so sleeping off their schedule was impossible. She got rather adept at sleeping heavier, but noise still got the better of her sensitive ears. Blinking bleary morning-eye away, Vivian stretched, the bundle of blankets around her shifting with her. Realizing the blankets looked rather large, she came to the conclusion that she transformed in her sleep again. She noted her tiny furry arms and sighed, as much as a pine marten could. She really was trying to get better about that, but it seemed that her animal form would always be the form she most comfortably took. Especially if she wasn't thinking about it. Giving her room a once over, she registered the fact that it was undamaged. At least she hadn't run rampant in the night.
Separating herself from the comfortable blankets, she jumped off of her bed in the same instant that she transformed, landing on her human feet with a bit of trouble. Man, having two feet instead of four was a bit inconvenient sometimes. But she knew she had to get used to it, so she kept challenging herself with small things to get more acclimated to her human form. Sometimes it worked, other times... Not so much. A few injuries were all that was left of her failed attempts, but she was nothing if not tenacious, so those didn't dampen her spirit. Glancing at her closet, she decided getting dressed would probably be a good bet. Clumsily, she managed to get new clothes on. The clothes barely matched at all (they were the same color though!), but she still felt proud of herself none the less. She wore a winter coat, coupled with a skirt, and boot-cut jeans. Fashion designers would either cringe, or tell her she was the next big thing. Both reactions were nonsensical to her.
Making her way to the door, she turned the door knob effortlessly (a skill which she boasted about sometimes) and walked out into the hallway. Her eyes almost didn't catch the length of hair running down the hall, but she managed to avoid it before problems occurred. Saffron was always sensitive about it, so she wanted to make sure that she didn't violate the girl's trust by touching the hair. Patiently, Vivian waited for the hair to begin its decent down the stairs. She thought of other things idly while this happened. Immediately, she zoned out, unaware of her surroundings except for the hair she was following. Her mind drifted to images of honey. Honey was one of her favorite foods. It was sweet and and the texture was delightful... Not to mention it was fascinating to just look at...
If she wasn't hungry before, there was no doubt that she was now. She'd have to scour the kitchen for traces of honey... She couldn't remember if she had eaten it all or not. Hopefully she hadn't...
plague rats
New Member
apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
Mercedes
Sadie was not a morning person.
Despite the normal noises in the rest of the house made by the others waking up, she slept on, one hand flung haphazardly over her face while the other hung off of her bed. She snored lightly as she lay there, the sound obvious but not disturbing her roommate, who sat in his bed reading a book by the soft light of the lamp beside his bed.
Without warning, Sadie stopped breathing.
In her mind, she tumbled through a dense fog. She could barely see her hands in front of her face as she gripped and tore at the air in front of her, trying to find a way through. A weight pressed on her chest, and she stumbled, feeling her knee scrape something hard. Hissing in pain, she opened her mouth to speak-
-and promptly shot up in bed.
Breathing hard, she glanced down at herself, relieved to find that she was in one piece. After checking to make sure, she blew out a sharp breath, reaching up to gather her thick brown hair and lift if off of her neck.
"Another one?" Cade asked calmly from his corner of the room, his voice travelling to her easily.
"It's still just fog." She admitted sadly. So far, trying to learn to walk in others dreams had been nothing but frustrating. It wasn't even something she did on purpose; it just happened. Cade hypothesized that one day she'd be able to see the dream itself and even manipulate it, but Sadie had her doubts.
Cade hummed in response, peering back at his book. "Hungry?" He asked after a moment.
-----
Tags: no one yet
Despite the normal noises in the rest of the house made by the others waking up, she slept on, one hand flung haphazardly over her face while the other hung off of her bed. She snored lightly as she lay there, the sound obvious but not disturbing her roommate, who sat in his bed reading a book by the soft light of the lamp beside his bed.
Without warning, Sadie stopped breathing.
In her mind, she tumbled through a dense fog. She could barely see her hands in front of her face as she gripped and tore at the air in front of her, trying to find a way through. A weight pressed on her chest, and she stumbled, feeling her knee scrape something hard. Hissing in pain, she opened her mouth to speak-
-and promptly shot up in bed.
Breathing hard, she glanced down at herself, relieved to find that she was in one piece. After checking to make sure, she blew out a sharp breath, reaching up to gather her thick brown hair and lift if off of her neck.
"Another one?" Cade asked calmly from his corner of the room, his voice travelling to her easily.
"It's still just fog." She admitted sadly. So far, trying to learn to walk in others dreams had been nothing but frustrating. It wasn't even something she did on purpose; it just happened. Cade hypothesized that one day she'd be able to see the dream itself and even manipulate it, but Sadie had her doubts.
Cade hummed in response, peering back at his book. "Hungry?" He asked after a moment.
-----
Tags: no one yet
apolla
Cade
"Hungry?" Cade read on in his book, knowing how Sadie was in the mornings. She hated them, and he knew that if she hadn't been shaken out of that dream she'd still be sleeping. However, he also knew how much she loved breakfast foods, and he himself had to admit the smells wafting through the house were delectable.
"Starved." Throwing the blankets off of her, Sadie stood, stretching. Tying her hair into a messy bun atop her head with a hair tie she found on her bedside table, she shot him a look. "Coming?"
"I suppose." He shrugged, bookmarking his page and shutting the book. Setting it aside, Sadie could finally see the title, and a slow smile spread across her features.
"I didn't know you read for pleasure, Cade." She teased lightly, eyeing the cover of the Twilight book with interest.
"I had to see what the fuss was about." He shrugged on a shirt, his tone indifferent.
"You're late to the party."
"Aren't I always?"
Sadie rolled her eyes in response, and grabbed a hoodie from her closet before heading for the door. The hoodie fell nicely on her, almost concealing her sleep shorts. Beside her in sweatpants and a t-shirt, Cade gestured for her to go first. The pair made their way towards the kitchen, careful to avoid the hair on the ground. They arrived, finding it bustling already. Sadie made a beeline for the food, while Cade lingered by the door, always needing a fast way out.
-----
Tags: no one yet
"Starved." Throwing the blankets off of her, Sadie stood, stretching. Tying her hair into a messy bun atop her head with a hair tie she found on her bedside table, she shot him a look. "Coming?"
"I suppose." He shrugged, bookmarking his page and shutting the book. Setting it aside, Sadie could finally see the title, and a slow smile spread across her features.
"I didn't know you read for pleasure, Cade." She teased lightly, eyeing the cover of the Twilight book with interest.
"I had to see what the fuss was about." He shrugged on a shirt, his tone indifferent.
"You're late to the party."
"Aren't I always?"
Sadie rolled her eyes in response, and grabbed a hoodie from her closet before heading for the door. The hoodie fell nicely on her, almost concealing her sleep shorts. Beside her in sweatpants and a t-shirt, Cade gestured for her to go first. The pair made their way towards the kitchen, careful to avoid the hair on the ground. They arrived, finding it bustling already. Sadie made a beeline for the food, while Cade lingered by the door, always needing a fast way out.
-----
Tags: no one yet
apolla
MadiRaiCat
Wine Aunt
MadiRaiCat
Wine Aunt
Alvaris
Just warming up
Titus
MadiRaiCat
Titus glanced up at Raelynn as she slipped out the backdoor. The kitchen was still buzzing with hungry people, none of which he felt like talking to. He moved around the group and headed toward the backdoor. He opened the door and stepped out and took a deep breath. A slight breeze ruffled his hair. He felt the plants growing around him, from the smallest bud to the large oak across the yard. Being outside was always better and he preferred being in nature, touching the trees, talking to the animals. Most people thought he was a little nuts, but he found the company of animals far better than people.
He glanced over toward Raelynn before approaching her. "Isn't it always?" He said, his voice low. Her connection with animals always intrigued him. She was clearly unsettled about something and he wasn't sure what. He stood across from her and leaned against the railing. He didn't want to see her in this distressed state - for some reason it bothered him, and he wasn't often concerned about how others felt. He gave her a half smile, with her connection to animals, he figured he could help her feel better. Instead of asking permission he began attempting to manipulate her emotions, lightening the dark feeling that swelled around her.
AI10100
Expert Lurker
Roland Whitechapel
Interacting with:
Mentions:
erzulie
calypso
MoltenLightning
Location: Porch area
Interacting with:
Mentions:
erzulie
calypso
MoltenLightning
Location: Porch area
Roland looked down at his cigarette and noticed that he had burnt through it. With a sigh, he put it out at the ash tray before rising from his position. Well now, he supposed everyone should be awake and had gotten their respective breakfasts before him. Still, there was always the high possibility that the dining room was still filled. Maybe he should just get a sandwich and a cup of coffee and he could take his breakfast somewhere else. Or maybe a lot of them would think of doing that too. Hm. Well, he'll see what will happen.
Entering the house, he could spot the others settling down in their seats and some coming in. Lisette was there. Surprisingly, was that... Saffron? Okay, that was odd. She usually didn't show her face during the day. Instinctively, his hand went to the side of abdomen. Ever since then, she didn't really talk to him as much as before. Whenever he knocked, there were more instances of him being ignored than before. It was like going back to step one...
But like worse.
He rubbed the back of his head and then took his breakfast. He raised a mug when he caught Lisette's gaze to signify that he did see her. He began looking around. Now where was that kid? Vivian hadn't made her appearance yet. He wondered if the kid found it hard to get out again. Since she spent most of her time in animal form, he knew that she had trouble maneuvering around human-made structures. He was helping her with a lot of things plus social interactions.
Wordlessly, he went to a close wall and leaned, taking bites off the sandwich and occasionally taking a sip of his coffee.
calypso
fairest
[div class=mainCon][div class=header]Saffron Graves[/div][div class=contentWrap][div class=scrollWrap][div class=textWrap]
"Bad news, Rapunzel, there's no prince outside,"
A yelp sounded from Saffron, before the young woman whipped around. The rapid movement caused a jerk in her hair, and it sent Saffron nearly stumbling to the side. If pulled taunt enough, her hair was definitely a good tripwire. Hitting the wall, Saffron was quick to turn her attention over to the man speaking to her. A rather panicked looked had overtaken her expression, due to her easily startled nature. Had she seriously not noticed him coming down the hall? He was soaking wet, despite being fully dressed. A slight blush instantly pecked at her cheeks, and she turned her gaze upward. Her hands moved to grab her hair, and she began to slowly gather it up in her arms.
Calling her Rapunzel, that wasn't new. This guy was named Devin, right? Staying silent as she gathered up the white locks, Saffron thought over what exactly she planned to say. Should she be sassy and witty to him? That probably wouldn't go well, considering she barely knew the dude. But at the same time, he went for the most classic jest in the book about her. Glancing down to see a good twenty feet of hair still remained free, Saffron just gave a loud sigh and began to slowly walk past him and back towards her room- Away from the smell of coffee.
"Darn, you're right. There are just no princes here, guess I better just go wait in my tower until the middle of the night when no one will remind me about the lack of princely beings," she muttered as she walked past him, casting a sharp look in his direction as she went. Of course, it was very intimidating until Saffron tripped over her own hair with a loud yelp. Her first instinct was to drop the hair she held, sending it flying upward as she tumbled down. It slowly floated after her, and soon Saffron was buried under her own locks once again.
With that, she'd simply lay there in silence. Oh, that was just embarrassing. Bad type of embarrassing, super bad. Under all her hair, she could instantly feel her cheeks starting to heat up. That wasn't a good thing either, very bad. She needed to calm down, it was fine, right? As long as he didn't laugh at her, and as long as she didn't get too caught up on how completely embarrassing and terrible that just was. She literally just tripped over her own hair, how stupid was that?
As Saffron laid there in her hair, a bit of black was slowly starting to creep up from the very end of her locks nearby. Something Saffron couldn't see, but perhaps Devin could. She just needed to calm down before anything actually bad happened.
[/div][/div][/div][div class=footer]
Interactions: Devin
Mentions:
wickedlittlecritta
[/div][/div][/div]
"Bad news, Rapunzel, there's no prince outside,"
A yelp sounded from Saffron, before the young woman whipped around. The rapid movement caused a jerk in her hair, and it sent Saffron nearly stumbling to the side. If pulled taunt enough, her hair was definitely a good tripwire. Hitting the wall, Saffron was quick to turn her attention over to the man speaking to her. A rather panicked looked had overtaken her expression, due to her easily startled nature. Had she seriously not noticed him coming down the hall? He was soaking wet, despite being fully dressed. A slight blush instantly pecked at her cheeks, and she turned her gaze upward. Her hands moved to grab her hair, and she began to slowly gather it up in her arms.
Calling her Rapunzel, that wasn't new. This guy was named Devin, right? Staying silent as she gathered up the white locks, Saffron thought over what exactly she planned to say. Should she be sassy and witty to him? That probably wouldn't go well, considering she barely knew the dude. But at the same time, he went for the most classic jest in the book about her. Glancing down to see a good twenty feet of hair still remained free, Saffron just gave a loud sigh and began to slowly walk past him and back towards her room- Away from the smell of coffee.
"Darn, you're right. There are just no princes here, guess I better just go wait in my tower until the middle of the night when no one will remind me about the lack of princely beings," she muttered as she walked past him, casting a sharp look in his direction as she went. Of course, it was very intimidating until Saffron tripped over her own hair with a loud yelp. Her first instinct was to drop the hair she held, sending it flying upward as she tumbled down. It slowly floated after her, and soon Saffron was buried under her own locks once again.
With that, she'd simply lay there in silence. Oh, that was just embarrassing. Bad type of embarrassing, super bad. Under all her hair, she could instantly feel her cheeks starting to heat up. That wasn't a good thing either, very bad. She needed to calm down, it was fine, right? As long as he didn't laugh at her, and as long as she didn't get too caught up on how completely embarrassing and terrible that just was. She literally just tripped over her own hair, how stupid was that?
As Saffron laid there in her hair, a bit of black was slowly starting to creep up from the very end of her locks nearby. Something Saffron couldn't see, but perhaps Devin could. She just needed to calm down before anything actually bad happened.
[/div][/div][/div][div class=footer]
[div class=mainPic]
[/div][div class=tagBox]Location: hallwayInteractions: Devin
Mentions:
wickedlittlecritta
[/div][/div][/div]code by RI.a
[class=mainCon]
margin:auto;center;
min-width200px;
max-width:700px;
height:auto;
display:flex;
flex-wrap:wrap;
justify-content:center;
--color1:#bd86a6;
--color2:#E4D8DA;
--color3:#242025;
--img1:url('https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/542572913648205824/577583789845381121/Screen_Shot_2019-05-13_at_3.51.23_PM.png');
background:var(--color1);
[/class]
[class=contentWrap]
min-width:200px;
max-width:700px;
height:40vh;
overflow:hidden;
border-bottom:3px double var(--color2);
border-top:3px double var(--color2);
[/class]
[class=scrollWrap]
width:105%;
height:40vh;
overflow-y:scroll;
overflow-x:hidden;
[/class]
[class=textWrap]
width:93%;
padding:0.8em;
font-family:Josefin Slab;
font-size:0.8em;
color:var(--color3);
[/class]
[class=header]
width:100%;
height:auto;
font-family:Fredericka the Great;
font-size:3em;
color:var(--color3);
align-self:flex-start;
[/class]
[class=footer]
width:100%;
align-self:flex-end;
padding:10px;
display:flex;
padding-top:10px;
align-items:center;
[/class]
[class=mainPic]
flex:1;
min-width:150px;
height:150px;
border-radius:50%;
border:1px solid var(--color2);
background:var(--img1);
background-size:cover;
background-position:center;
transform:rotateY(180deg);
[/class]
[class=tagBox]
flex:4;
height:auto;
padding:10px;
font-family:Josefin Slab;
font-size:0.8em;
color:var(--color3);
border-top:3px double var(--color2);
border-bottom:3px double var(--color2);
opacity:0;
transition:all 0.75s ease-in;
[/class]
[class name=tagBox state=hover]
opacity:1;
[/class]
wickedlittlecritta
lord of misrule
Alright, the Rapunzel comment wasn't very original. Devin could admit that, at the look and the mutter and accept the abrupt about face that it earned. She must have heard it a thousand times. He didn't manage to say anything else before she tripped over her hair and went down and disappeared under it.
"Shit, princess, you okay in there?" Devin asked, tucking the cigarette butt in his pocket and crouching down. Did rules about not touching other people's hair count when they were drowning in it? Also, and perhaps more pressingly, why would anyone ever have so much hair? This was ridiculous. "You, uh, need a hand?"
"Shit, princess, you okay in there?" Devin asked, tucking the cigarette butt in his pocket and crouching down. Did rules about not touching other people's hair count when they were drowning in it? Also, and perhaps more pressingly, why would anyone ever have so much hair? This was ridiculous. "You, uh, need a hand?"
S n o w
Dreamer
[class=picture]
position: relative;
display: inline-block;
[/class]
[class=text]
position: absolute;
width: 100%;
height: 100%;
top: 0;
left: 0;
opacity: 0;
background-color: rgba(0,0,0,0.2);
color: white;
z-index: 2;
[/class]
[class name=text state=hover]
opacity: 1;
[/class]
[div class=picture]
[div class=text]
[/div]
MadiRaiCat
Wine Aunt
apolla
❛ it's only love, nobody dies ❜
Mercedes
Sadie, already irritated with her inability to dream walk and simultaneously starving, almost completely ignored Marc as he got up to make room for her. Quickly swallowing the bite of toast she'd chomped on, she offered him a small smile and nod of thanks.
After making her own plate, knowing Cade wouldn't eat right now, she seated herself in the barstool Marc had previously occupied. Just as she was about to take another bite of toast, a familiar voice spoke up from the corner of the room. A slow smirk spread across her features as she twisted in her seat to face Jude.
"Must have gotten my internal alarm clock confused." Sadie munched on toast, leaning her back against the table behind her after checking to ensure her plate was safe from being knocked onto the floor. "Trust me, a full nap is going to be in order today!"
-----
Tags: Marc (
MadiRaiCat
); Jude (
S n o w
)
After making her own plate, knowing Cade wouldn't eat right now, she seated herself in the barstool Marc had previously occupied. Just as she was about to take another bite of toast, a familiar voice spoke up from the corner of the room. A slow smirk spread across her features as she twisted in her seat to face Jude.
"Must have gotten my internal alarm clock confused." Sadie munched on toast, leaning her back against the table behind her after checking to ensure her plate was safe from being knocked onto the floor. "Trust me, a full nap is going to be in order today!"
-----
Tags: Marc (
MadiRaiCat
); Jude (
S n o w
)
apolla
Cade
Cade didn't expect anyone to actually greet him as he followed Sadie to the kitchen, so he wasn't surprised when all he got were just a few looks. He watched Sadie get her breakfast while lingering on the edge of the room, though his eyes were soon drawn to the outside.
Despite the storm, he started in that direction, pushing open the doors and stepping outside. He wasn't surprised to see that there were others out here, and though he nodded in greeting, he didn't speak as he pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his back pocket to light one. Sadie hated the habit, but he'd been smoking for far longer than he knew her.
Feeling the rush of early morning nicotine hit him as he inhaled, he closed his eyes and held the smoke for a few seconds before exhaling, taking a few steps away from the doors.
-----
Tags: Raelynn (
MadiRaiCat
); Titus (
Alvaris
)
Despite the storm, he started in that direction, pushing open the doors and stepping outside. He wasn't surprised to see that there were others out here, and though he nodded in greeting, he didn't speak as he pulled a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his back pocket to light one. Sadie hated the habit, but he'd been smoking for far longer than he knew her.
Feeling the rush of early morning nicotine hit him as he inhaled, he closed his eyes and held the smoke for a few seconds before exhaling, taking a few steps away from the doors.
-----
Tags: Raelynn (
MadiRaiCat
); Titus (
Alvaris
)
apolla
Users who are viewing this thread
Similar threads
