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Arista
PapaOsoYolanda reached out and flicked one of his legs, an indication that she didn't care for his relaxed posture. Rolling her eyes, she gave a short nod. "I'm relaxed. I'm relaxed."
Even to her own ears did her tone sound false. Cursing inwardly, she allowed a small laugh to escape at Mason's joke. It did make her feel marginally better and for a moment she thought the night would just be one for a few laughs and making a silly documentary. But as she gripped the steering wheel tighter, she thought that wouldn't be the case.
After about twenty minutes - which passed much faster than she cared for - Piaget Asylum loomed on the horizon, shrouded in not only the darkness of the night but seemingly a darkness of its own, one that emanated from within and spread outwards over the estate. It was a hulking mass, five storeys high and sprawling.
Yolanda shivered a little as they approached, her eyes fixated on the front entrance, two grimy yet grand windows facing outwards, returning her stare.
"If you stare into the abyss, the abyss stares back at you." She thought suddenly, a thought thoroughly unwelcome. But as the asylum stared at the approaching teenagers, Yolanda could only feel they were what was unwelcome.
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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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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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Yolanda jumped slightly as Mason threw open the car door and excitedly hopped in. She scowled a little at his comment, partly because he was completely correct. Starting the engine, she pulled onto the street, only responding when they were on their way to the asylum.
"I'm not nervous," She stated with a sharp, yet playful glare. "I'm just cautious. And I have to be since you're so reckless."
Yolanda smiled a little, the comment - although true in her opinion - was only meant lightly. Her and Mason had been friends for awhile, having stuck together after finding they had a shared interest in the paranormal. Truthfully, she found herself liking him a little more than she'd care to admit.
"Besides," She continued. "We're not exactly going to be law abiding citizens tonight."
"I'm not nervous," She stated with a sharp, yet playful glare. "I'm just cautious. And I have to be since you're so reckless."
Yolanda smiled a little, the comment - although true in her opinion - was only meant lightly. Her and Mason had been friends for awhile, having stuck together after finding they had a shared interest in the paranormal. Truthfully, she found herself liking him a little more than she'd care to admit.
"Besides," She continued. "We're not exactly going to be law abiding citizens tonight."
Yolanda Grieg didn't think of herself as a bad person, but as she waited outside of her friend's house in the dead of night, she found herself reconsidering.
As she looked over the back at the bags of equipment and supplies she had packed for the night ahead, her stomach twisted in anxiety and, unmistakably, excitement. As conflicted as she was, Yolanda was still excited for what the night had in store for them. Besides, if they actually did find something - if they proved the existence of life after death, then surely everyone would overlook the less than legal means by which they came about the discovery.
She smiled as she tapped the steering wheel of her car and glanced at the small, glowing radio in the center of the dashboard. It was approaching eleven thirty at night. She decided against sounding the horn, in case it drew the attention of neighbors.
Tapping her fingers in a rhythmic and rather frenzied pattern, Yolanda Grieg waited for her friend and reminded herself that she wasn't a bad person.
As she looked over the back at the bags of equipment and supplies she had packed for the night ahead, her stomach twisted in anxiety and, unmistakably, excitement. As conflicted as she was, Yolanda was still excited for what the night had in store for them. Besides, if they actually did find something - if they proved the existence of life after death, then surely everyone would overlook the less than legal means by which they came about the discovery.
She smiled as she tapped the steering wheel of her car and glanced at the small, glowing radio in the center of the dashboard. It was approaching eleven thirty at night. She decided against sounding the horn, in case it drew the attention of neighbors.
Tapping her fingers in a rhythmic and rather frenzied pattern, Yolanda Grieg waited for her friend and reminded herself that she wasn't a bad person.
I also apologise for controlling a guard in my post, I wasn't aware. I'm sure it was stated somewhere but I have a bad memory and yeah. It won't happen again.
Spirits, whether we like to admit it or not, play an extremely important role in our everyday lives. From influencing pop culture, giving much needed peace to grieving individuals, frightening children into behaving or making them think twice before entering a potentially dangerous building, spirits are important.
Piaget Asylum was once a grand medical facility, established in the early eighteenth century. However, given the time period, practices were less than humane and deaths were commonplace. It wasn't long before the old, gothic building became synonymous with suffering. It was eventually closed down and left to slowly rot away.
Given its high death rates, it became notorious in its hometown for urban legends and ghost stories of the like.
Two film students, deciding to employ less than legal tactics, broke into the asylum to create a documentary and, hopefully, prove the existence of spirits. However, once inside, they became trapped within - and found more proof of life after death than they ever could have wanted.
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Name: Yolanda Grieg
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 132 lbs
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. She has always had an interest in both the occult and both the good and evil of religion, hence her tattoo.
Piaget Asylum was once a grand medical facility, established in the early eighteenth century. However, given the time period, practices were less than humane and deaths were commonplace. It wasn't long before the old, gothic building became synonymous with suffering. It was eventually closed down and left to slowly rot away.
Given its high death rates, it became notorious in its hometown for urban legends and ghost stories of the like.
Two film students, deciding to employ less than legal tactics, broke into the asylum to create a documentary and, hopefully, prove the existence of spirits. However, once inside, they became trapped within - and found more proof of life after death than they ever could have wanted.
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Name: Yolanda Grieg
Age: 18
Gender: Female
Height: 5' 10"
Weight: 132 lbs
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. She has always had an interest in both the occult and both the good and evil of religion, hence her tattoo.
I'm good to move on whenever as well
Darcs saidOmg yay! Someone recognised her. Die Antwoord are so awesome. They're coming to tour in Australia soon but it's like lol nah 18+
I KNEW IT.Die Antwood is high tier.
I am but seventeen. </3
Yolanda gave a small start at the sound of a male's voice. Her eyes darting towards him, her smile faded a little. She wasn't quite ready for a social interaction, but thought it best not to make a bad impression.
As she opened her mouth to reply, another male entered the room. He seemed quite full of energy, something she didn't particularly appreciate at this particular moment. A few moments passed before she realised that she had yet to reply to the first man.
"Not really," Yolanda responded, her accent prominent. "I'm pretty used to long plane trips."
As she opened her mouth to reply, another male entered the room. He seemed quite full of energy, something she didn't particularly appreciate at this particular moment. A few moments passed before she realised that she had yet to reply to the first man.
"Not really," Yolanda responded, her accent prominent. "I'm pretty used to long plane trips."
@wintergrey here you go. And @AliceZaru thank you for the suggestion but this is who I based her on. (:
The flight had been bland. There had been others on the flight who Yolanda had spent a good portion of the time just observing. What else was there to do? She had traveled before and had found people watching to be one of the most interesting pass times available; though that wasn't saying much.
She had soon grown bored of people watching and slipped headphones on, listening to music at what could be considered a damaging level. She didn't mind - as long as she couldn't hear the chatter surrounding nor the attempts at conversation the man beside her was stumbling through, she was happy.
Yolanda took her headphones out as they neared their destination, just to catch the end of the neighboring man's comment: "--tattoo?"
She blinked at him as he smiled and gestured to the small portion of tattoo now visible above the coverings of her singlet. She regretted leaning forward to sit now. However, being experienced in such a situation, Yolanda gave him her best confused smile.
"Ek praat nie Engles.*" She replied with a shrug and a slight hand movement. As the plane landed, she soon stood and moved past the man, who now looked quite despondent. She laughed a little at that.
Exiting the plane, she dealt with the tiresome customs and bag collection before stepping out onto the street outside and hailing a cab. Thankfully, the taxi driver spoke English and was able to get around her strong accent, something that some occasionally had problems with.
Arriving at her destination, Yolanda paid the man. She was well prepared when it came to money, having made the currency exchange long before she had even started packing. She stepped out of the vehicle and grabbed her bags, then swiftly walking into the reception area of the resort.
Yolanda gave a small smile to the woman behind the desk as she was handed her key. Room four. Following the woman's instructions, she soon found herself at her room. Setting her bags down - baggage was a pain that never ended - she unlocked the door and picked up her bags, entering and heading straight for one of the beds - the one on the far left.
She threw her bags down and sat on the bed, breathing deep. Only then did she allow herself a genuine smile.
[*I don't speak English.]
She had soon grown bored of people watching and slipped headphones on, listening to music at what could be considered a damaging level. She didn't mind - as long as she couldn't hear the chatter surrounding nor the attempts at conversation the man beside her was stumbling through, she was happy.
Yolanda took her headphones out as they neared their destination, just to catch the end of the neighboring man's comment: "--tattoo?"
She blinked at him as he smiled and gestured to the small portion of tattoo now visible above the coverings of her singlet. She regretted leaning forward to sit now. However, being experienced in such a situation, Yolanda gave him her best confused smile.
"Ek praat nie Engles.*" She replied with a shrug and a slight hand movement. As the plane landed, she soon stood and moved past the man, who now looked quite despondent. She laughed a little at that.
Exiting the plane, she dealt with the tiresome customs and bag collection before stepping out onto the street outside and hailing a cab. Thankfully, the taxi driver spoke English and was able to get around her strong accent, something that some occasionally had problems with.
Arriving at her destination, Yolanda paid the man. She was well prepared when it came to money, having made the currency exchange long before she had even started packing. She stepped out of the vehicle and grabbed her bags, then swiftly walking into the reception area of the resort.
Yolanda gave a small smile to the woman behind the desk as she was handed her key. Room four. Following the woman's instructions, she soon found herself at her room. Setting her bags down - baggage was a pain that never ended - she unlocked the door and picked up her bags, entering and heading straight for one of the beds - the one on the far left.
She threw her bags down and sat on the bed, breathing deep. Only then did she allow herself a genuine smile.
[*I don't speak English.]
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