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PapaOsoYolanda looked away from the guard, turning her attention to a male who seemed to be quite concerned for her wellbeing - something she didn't expect to see in this facility. She glanced down as he touched her wrist and cautiously allowed it.
Moving her cuffed left hand up to her mouth, she felt that her lip was split; she guessed that she must have bitten it upon impact. Yolanda gave a small smile at the man's comment and shrugged slightly.
"I suppose you could say that," She replied. She hesitated shortly before continuing. "I have congenital analgesia. It means I can't feel pain."
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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Bio
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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Yolanda, sensing the short conversation between her and Luciana to be over, went back to pulling at her cuffs. Angry red marks were beginning to appear. The guard who had laid his hand on her shoulder moments before reappeared.
He shot her another warning look, hand resting on a short nightstick holstered at his hip. She glared and pointedly yanked at the cuffs again, a non verbal challenge. There was no way that she was going to behave.
In an instant, the guard had the weapon out and there was a reverberating crack as it made contact. Yolanda fell from the force of the hit, only realizing she had been hit across the face when she tasted blood.
Looking up at the guard, she spat blood and stood up, face giving no indication of the pain that simply wasn't there for her.
He shot her another warning look, hand resting on a short nightstick holstered at his hip. She glared and pointedly yanked at the cuffs again, a non verbal challenge. There was no way that she was going to behave.
In an instant, the guard had the weapon out and there was a reverberating crack as it made contact. Yolanda fell from the force of the hit, only realizing she had been hit across the face when she tasted blood.
Looking up at the guard, she spat blood and stood up, face giving no indication of the pain that simply wasn't there for her.
Yay, awesome! Thanks for accepting. c:
Yolanda looked at each of the individuals in turn, frowning slightly. Some appeared unusual but, she supposed, that her appearance was quite unusual as well. A girl greeted them; she appeared to be quite familiar with the place. Possibly an old prisoner.
Yolanda moved over to her and pulled at the cuffs still in place. The bruises she had gained when taken were developed now, an angry contrast to her pale skin. Luciana. That's what the girl had said. Her name was Luciana.
"I'm Yolanda." She responded, following the quiet statement up with a violent pull at her cuffs. A guard stepped over, placing a warning hand on her shoulder and she stopped - for now.
Yolanda moved over to her and pulled at the cuffs still in place. The bruises she had gained when taken were developed now, an angry contrast to her pale skin. Luciana. That's what the girl had said. Her name was Luciana.
"I'm Yolanda." She responded, following the quiet statement up with a violent pull at her cuffs. A guard stepped over, placing a warning hand on her shoulder and she stopped - for now.
[I can provide an image of Yolanda but the image is only whom she was based so I thought it better to just describe. Let me know if that's cool. (: ]
Name: Yolanda Grieg
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 132 lbs
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Yolanda is average in height and slender in build with faint muscle definition. She has short hair that has been slicked back and dyed bleach blonde. Pale skinned. She has dark brown eyes, which in contrast with her skin, appear to be black. The pale skin of her back has been elaborately inked with the solid lines of a tattoo depicting a grotesque scene of demons and the Devil himself.
Personality: Yolanda is a sly woman. Conniving and secretive, it's often difficult to tell what she is about to do. Despite this, however, she is loyal to those she feels are deserving. Once her loyalty has been secured, she is protective and fierce. Yolanda has a tendency to be sarcastic, dryly humorous and cynical but has the capacity to be kind and tender. Able to be extremely persuasive when need be. She has a touch of nihilsm to her.
Yolanda likes to keep her emotions in check but sometimes loses control. When angered or frightened, she lashes out at any who surround; whether it be friends, family or strangers. She often enters a period of regret after these episodes, though the level of regret is relative to how firmly she believes her anger or fear was justified.
Some of her attitudes and actions could be perceived as threatening, though this is true to her motto of: "get them before they get me."
History: Yolanda was born and raised in South Africa and as such has a strong South African accent. She is able to speak both Afrikaans and English fluently.
Yolanda left South Africa to study and live abroad. She has always had an interest in both the occult and both the good and evil of religion, hence her tattoo.
Room preference: Room three
Relations: None specified but am open to any suggestions by others.
Name: Yolanda Grieg
Age: 19
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 132 lbs
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Appearance: Yolanda is average in height and slender in build with faint muscle definition. She has short hair that has been slicked back and dyed bleach blonde. Pale skinned. She has dark brown eyes, which in contrast with her skin, appear to be black. The pale skin of her back has been elaborately inked with the solid lines of a tattoo depicting a grotesque scene of demons and the Devil himself.
Personality: Yolanda is a sly woman. Conniving and secretive, it's often difficult to tell what she is about to do. Despite this, however, she is loyal to those she feels are deserving. Once her loyalty has been secured, she is protective and fierce. Yolanda has a tendency to be sarcastic, dryly humorous and cynical but has the capacity to be kind and tender. Able to be extremely persuasive when need be. She has a touch of nihilsm to her.
Yolanda likes to keep her emotions in check but sometimes loses control. When angered or frightened, she lashes out at any who surround; whether it be friends, family or strangers. She often enters a period of regret after these episodes, though the level of regret is relative to how firmly she believes her anger or fear was justified.
Some of her attitudes and actions could be perceived as threatening, though this is true to her motto of: "get them before they get me."
History: Yolanda was born and raised in South Africa and as such has a strong South African accent. She is able to speak both Afrikaans and English fluently.
Yolanda left South Africa to study and live abroad. She has always had an interest in both the occult and both the good and evil of religion, hence her tattoo.
Room preference: Room three
Relations: None specified but am open to any suggestions by others.
Hey there, is this RP still accepting? Not sure because the room thingies are filled? If so, I'll definitely apply.
Sorry if my intro is a lil long!
Yolanda Grieg stared straight ahead, as she had been doing for the past stretch of time. She had no idea how long she had actually been within the confines of the van but thought it an eternity. She had stepped out of her body, her mind wandering back to how she ended up here.
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Yolanda was laughing. She was laughing and dancing comically alongside her father. Her mother, her grinning mother, watched from the couch and occasionally clapped her hands, the epitome of glee.
A pounding at the door shattered what was now clearly an illusion of joy; a false sense of security. The laughter stopped, the music continued and the pounding grew louder until the front door flew open, bouncing roughly off of the wall.
A flurry of movement and Yolanda found herself on the floor, a knee pressing into her back and arms twisted behind.
There was a cracking sound, bone sliding against bone, but that was the only indication that her body was under stress. Her face remained emotionless and she made no sound; registering the sensation of being restrained but feeling no pain.
She was pulled to her feet, the sound of her parents screams oddly reminiscent of the attacks on her body: she registered but didn't comprehend, didn't feel. She was dragged out onto the street towards a waiting van, soon roughly pushed in. The floor was cold against her hands and she could see bruises forming where she had been grabbed.
Yolanda sat up and stared straight ahead.
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The sound of a voice pulled her from her thoughts. Moving her eyes slowly towards the source, her mind replayed the comment. Regarding the male before her for a moment, she responded in a thick South African accent:
"My name is Yolanda. Yolanda Grieg."
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Yolanda was laughing. She was laughing and dancing comically alongside her father. Her mother, her grinning mother, watched from the couch and occasionally clapped her hands, the epitome of glee.
A pounding at the door shattered what was now clearly an illusion of joy; a false sense of security. The laughter stopped, the music continued and the pounding grew louder until the front door flew open, bouncing roughly off of the wall.
A flurry of movement and Yolanda found herself on the floor, a knee pressing into her back and arms twisted behind.
There was a cracking sound, bone sliding against bone, but that was the only indication that her body was under stress. Her face remained emotionless and she made no sound; registering the sensation of being restrained but feeling no pain.
She was pulled to her feet, the sound of her parents screams oddly reminiscent of the attacks on her body: she registered but didn't comprehend, didn't feel. She was dragged out onto the street towards a waiting van, soon roughly pushed in. The floor was cold against her hands and she could see bruises forming where she had been grabbed.
Yolanda sat up and stared straight ahead.
__________
The sound of a voice pulled her from her thoughts. Moving her eyes slowly towards the source, her mind replayed the comment. Regarding the male before her for a moment, she responded in a thick South African accent:
"My name is Yolanda. Yolanda Grieg."
Responded c:
I guess it's technically afternoon now since it's twelve. But whatevs.
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