Level_5
Arista
PapaOso"Good morning, angel. Would you mind answering some questions for me?"
The heavily accented voice caused her to jump a little in surprise as she had allowed her gaze to wander absentmindedly to her nails. She hadn't even noticed the male's approach, nor when he had leaned against the edge of the desk. She gave him a brief once over; he was undeniably handsome.
Her mind prodded at her briefly, reminding her that the man had asked a question. Right. Yolanda gave him her practiced smile and nodded.
"Of course, sir," She replied, picking up the pen to her right in case she needed to write down any important information for the man. "What would you like to know today?"
AllOurPrettySongs
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It ain’t easy being a bird parent ~
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It ain’t easy being a bird parent ~
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@nooget bird: ‘you … CLIP the CLAWS ??? you sniP SNIP????? oooh jail !!! jail for you for 10000 years !!!!’
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Tried to write ‘ratbag’ in a post and accidentally wrote ‘rathag’. Please refer to me from this point forward as The Rathag
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Happy birthday to me! 🥳
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Forever thankful of the ability to look up words when wanting to write ‘perennial’ in a post and initially writing ‘perineal’ which is,,,,,,,a very different word
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Ignoring life for RP like:
Welcome!
This is my bio, where you will find some information on me and what I like to roleplay. You will not find any recipes, nefarious schemes, or insecurities, even though I have a plethora of all those things - as well as a combination of some, like my recipe for homemade insecurity pie. Delicious, tangy insecurity pie.
Pies aside, I'm AllOurPrettySongs. That's a long username that holds absolutely no deep meaning to me, but is simply part of the chorus to a Nirvana song I was listening to when I created my account. You can call me Songs, or perhaps Pretty, because that's the easiest way for me to get a compliment. I don't like Piña Colada, or getting caught in the rain. As far as I can tell, I don't have half a brain. But then if I did, I probably wouldn't know. What I do like is music and movies; if you talk to me about old rock/alternative music, I will be your best friend forever, whether you want that or not. The same goes for movies. If you talk to me about eighties horror, stupid horror we can laugh about (sometimes the lines blur), psychological thrillers, or comedies (and most everything else that I can't be bothered to list), I will never leave your side.
So, roleplay. Why did I take so long to get to the main reason we're all here? Because I don't get to talk about myself a lot. It's my time to shine, dammit. Anyway, roleplay. What do I like? What don't I like? Well:
+ Slice of Life is my thing, and I RP exclusively MxM pairings. Does that mean I can't play other gender and sexuality side-characters? No. No, no. I can do that. No worries. It's just that my main will always be a homosexual male. Does Slice of Life mean that I want fluff all the time? That's another no, because it's unrealistic. There is sadness and conflict in life, as well as other unpleasant emotions and situations. But I don't want something that is really dreary and depressing, because I have my actual life for that. A different way of putting it would be that I enjoy realism, but a reality that could be found in a romantic movie. There's drama, there's conflict, but there's a big dose of sweetness, too. That is not to say I don’t enjoy a cliché or two you’d find in the movies.
What don't I like? How many more question marks can I get in this bio? Well:
+ Smutty RPs, or any RPs that involve smut. No touchy. Our characters can be in love and hold hands and and whatever it is couples do (shop for lawn gnomes together?), but anything other than that is a no-no.
+ Sci-fi. Don't like it, don't really understand it, can't get into it. I will not be partaking.
+ Medieval. Can't get into it and I'm not good at writing it.
+ Historical. Which is similar to Medieval, I suppose. Same reasons as to why I don't do it. It can be a bit of a grey area, however, as it depends on what you class as historical. I love modern settings, and I classify back to the twenties onwards as modern, but I guess it could be classified as historical? Kinda? Probably not really.
+ Fantasy. Again, another grey area. I'm fine with elements of fantasy, but just straight up fantasy is not for me. Same goes for horror. You want to set it in a terrifying place full of terrifying nightmares? Awesome, that sounds fun. But I want romance in there. How? I don't know. We can put our imagination craniums together and come up with something!
+ Along similar lines: Supernatural. Supernatural elements are fine (ghosts, vampires, werewolves, etc.), but there has to be that romance. Gotta get that romance, people. Just inject it directly into my vein.
What are my rules? Well:
+ As I said up above, I don't do smut. Sorry, my friends.
+ I only RP with people who are eighteen and over, as I fall into that bracket.
+ I write a minimum of four paragraphs. I can go many more if I am inspired and also not on my mobile. I'm sorry if that number fluctuates, but as I said, I'm sometimes on mobile and it’s uncomfortable to write so much. Plus, replies tend to look bigger than they actually are on mobile, so I might think that I've written more than I actually have if I don't look at the character count.
+ Please be able to write just as much as me! If you'd like to write more, then that's great. I would love to read your clever words.
+ Spelling and grammar. Everyone makes mistakes - I make them, you make them (probably?), we all make them. I'd just like it if you could keep the mistakes to a minimum, and I'll do just the same for you!
+ If you don't like the RP, please tell me. We can try and fix it! If you still don't like it, there's no hard feelings. I really hope that you find a plot you enjoy a lot more! Along the same lines, if you don't like how I write, that's okay. Sometimes styles don't mesh well. I'll wish you luck in finding someone who compliments your own writing better!
+ I'm frequently online but may not be able to reply every time I am. Aside from real life commitments, I'm not always in the mood to write, or may be without my muse for a while. I try to keep up the posting as much as I can, though! And I will tell you when I know that I'm going to be away for a long period.
+ OOC chat is fun, and I like it. If you don't really want to talk to me, that's okay, but I might be a bit sad about that. </3
Really though, I'd love it if we could be friends.
I think that's about it! Likely not, this bio will never be left as is. I am never satisfied.
But if you like what you see here now, why not send me a message and we could maybe roleplay? Or even just have a chat!
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An attractive ped--
No. I'm gonna stop that train of thought right now. :p
No. I'm gonna stop that train of thought right now. :p
Abaddon turned back to Camael, his expression conflicted. He was unsure if she truly believed her own words or if she simply hoped them to be true. Even if they were true, what made him worthy of salvation? What made her willing to help him? This is all hinged on possibilities - far fetched but still possibilities.
"Are you saying that you would be willing to help me find salvation?"Abaddon asked, watching the angel carefully.
"Are you saying that you would be willing to help me find salvation?"Abaddon asked, watching the angel carefully.
U is out of control :P
Completely forgot to change Yolanda's age. She is now same age as Silas.
Completely forgot to change Yolanda's age. She is now same age as Silas.
Yolanda walked down the street, bag slung over her shoulde. Glancing at her watch, she sped up her pace as she saw that her bus would arrive in a few minutes. Reaching the bus stop with what she estimated to be thirty seconds to spare, she barley had time to retrieve a few loose quarters for payment before the bus pulled up.
Joining the line, Yolanda soon reached the front and stepped aboard, smiling politely at the bus driver as she bought her ticket. She sat down near the front, not bothering to find a more comfortable spot as it was only a short trip to the bank. She had been in New York long enough to learn how to ignore the homeless and lowly individuals that populated the public transport.
About ten minutes later, the bus pulled up a few meters from the Federal Bank. Standing up and casting a brief 'thank you' to the driver, Yolanda stepped off and jogged the few meters, looking at her watch the whole time. Her boss was extremely particular about his employees being on time and she didn't want to be on his bad side.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she pushed open the front doors, hastily crossing the floor and entering the doorway marked 'Employees Only'. There were a few loitering workers in the break room, gossiping among themselves. Yolanda didn't bother to greet them, instead rounding the corridor and going through yet another doorway, finally finding herself in her assigned sector.
She sat down and opened the blind of the small window. Thankfully, the bank was not yet too busy. She glanced one last time at her watch. 8:40 AM.
Joining the line, Yolanda soon reached the front and stepped aboard, smiling politely at the bus driver as she bought her ticket. She sat down near the front, not bothering to find a more comfortable spot as it was only a short trip to the bank. She had been in New York long enough to learn how to ignore the homeless and lowly individuals that populated the public transport.
About ten minutes later, the bus pulled up a few meters from the Federal Bank. Standing up and casting a brief 'thank you' to the driver, Yolanda stepped off and jogged the few meters, looking at her watch the whole time. Her boss was extremely particular about his employees being on time and she didn't want to be on his bad side.
She breathed a sigh of relief as she pushed open the front doors, hastily crossing the floor and entering the doorway marked 'Employees Only'. There were a few loitering workers in the break room, gossiping among themselves. Yolanda didn't bother to greet them, instead rounding the corridor and going through yet another doorway, finally finding herself in her assigned sector.
She sat down and opened the blind of the small window. Thankfully, the bank was not yet too busy. She glanced one last time at her watch. 8:40 AM.
Abaddon laughed shortly, though it was mirthless. He didn't turn to look at the angel, instead focusing on the city. He could hear a thousand voices, more even, the thoughts of the sinners below. He wondered distantly when exactly the city had fallen. Abaddon didn't doubt that he had had a hand in the rise in the faithless.
"No. I can't be saved. I don't think even the Creator could save me now. I'm too far gone." There was a note of sadness in his voice, as if he had once harbored the hope of salvation.
"No. I can't be saved. I don't think even the Creator could save me now. I'm too far gone." There was a note of sadness in his voice, as if he had once harbored the hope of salvation.
Yolanda dropped the book, stumbling backwards and tripping over her own feet. She landed with a heavy thud. Looking up at the creature before her, her mouth opened to formulate words but failed on her first attempt.
Composing herself as best she could, she tried again, this time succeeding. "Who are you?" Yolanda asked, annoyed that her question came out in a weaker voice than she would have hoped.
Composing herself as best she could, she tried again, this time succeeding. "Who are you?" Yolanda asked, annoyed that her question came out in a weaker voice than she would have hoped.
Yolanda looked around the attic, taking in the sight of old furnishings and mothball ridden clothing. Frowning slightly as her eyes landed on a withered book, she slowly walked towards it and reached out a hand.
She drew back, unsure as to why before scolding herself internally. It was just some old book, after all. Besides, it did look valuable. Reaching out again, she picked up the book and opened it, squinting at the writing.
Yolanda was fluent in both English and Afrikaans but the writing within was neither. It appeared to be some kind of dead language, long forgotten. She flicked through the pages and stopped on one that she thought she could possibly pronounce.
Taking a moment to look it over, she began to read aloud, the words foreign on her tongue.
She drew back, unsure as to why before scolding herself internally. It was just some old book, after all. Besides, it did look valuable. Reaching out again, she picked up the book and opened it, squinting at the writing.
Yolanda was fluent in both English and Afrikaans but the writing within was neither. It appeared to be some kind of dead language, long forgotten. She flicked through the pages and stopped on one that she thought she could possibly pronounce.
Taking a moment to look it over, she began to read aloud, the words foreign on her tongue.
Yolanda Grieg looked up at the house that was to be her home for who knew how long. Her parents stood nearby, chattering to one another, keeping only a minimal watch on how the movers were handling their furniture and breakable objects.
She slipped inside the house between two movers struggling with a couch. It was a big house, that much she could credit. Yolanda smiled a little at the thought of having a bigger bedroom; there may even be a spare room for her to put all her extra things in.
Walking up the stairs, she glanced up and down the hall, seeing three doors to her left and right. Six rooms? She was definitely getting a spare room. A grin formed but quickly faded when she saw a string hanging from the ceiling to her left.
Yolanda walked somewhat tentatively toward it; as she drew closer she saw that it was the drawstring to open the entrance to an attic. This discovery rekindled her grin and she eagerly reached up and pulled, jumping back slightly as a ladder appeared at alarming speed.
Coughing at the stale taste of dust, she peered up into the gloomy attic. It wasn't as dark as she had expected and she guessed that there was possibly an uncovered window up there. Glancing around for a few moments, she hastily ascended the ladder, stepping up into the attic.
She slipped inside the house between two movers struggling with a couch. It was a big house, that much she could credit. Yolanda smiled a little at the thought of having a bigger bedroom; there may even be a spare room for her to put all her extra things in.
Walking up the stairs, she glanced up and down the hall, seeing three doors to her left and right. Six rooms? She was definitely getting a spare room. A grin formed but quickly faded when she saw a string hanging from the ceiling to her left.
Yolanda walked somewhat tentatively toward it; as she drew closer she saw that it was the drawstring to open the entrance to an attic. This discovery rekindled her grin and she eagerly reached up and pulled, jumping back slightly as a ladder appeared at alarming speed.
Coughing at the stale taste of dust, she peered up into the gloomy attic. It wasn't as dark as she had expected and she guessed that there was possibly an uncovered window up there. Glancing around for a few moments, she hastily ascended the ladder, stepping up into the attic.
Alrighty, I'll start then. (:
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