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Arista
PapaOsoYolanda emerged from the darkness slowly at first, then all at once, jolting back to reality. She gasped and looked around wildly, suddenly on the floor again and scrambling away from Daniel. She slid away along the cold floor easily, ending up with her back against the far wall.
"Die Duiwel is hier. Die Duiwel lewens.*" Yolanda was babbling now, her hands gripping her knees as they were held to her chest. A part of her knew how crazy she looked, but it was overwhelmed by her fear.
She wasn't looking at Daniel, she wasn't looking at anyone or anything. Her eyes held a far away glaze that was generally only reserved for soldiers. "God, hoor ons gebed. Die Duiwel skuil."
[* The devil is here. The devil lives.]
[* God, here our prayer. The devil lurks.]
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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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 nodded and opened her mouth to reply, but an orderly suddenly approached, staring down at them with a mock look of happiness.
"Making friends, are we? About time you tried to get some action, Daniel. Been long enough for you." He grinned, though it was more of a leer. Yolanda glared up at the man and, unable to stop herself, she stood up and hit him across the face with a hard left hook.
The orderly stumbled backwards as blood began to drip from his nose and he turned his head back slowly, locking eyes with Yolanda. He wanted blood. He removed a smaller baton from his belt and smacked her across the face, careful to avoid striking her in the temple - the last thing he needed was a fatality.
Yolanda fell to the ground and made heavy contact with the ground, though she felt none of it. Her vision swam as she opened her eyes and looked up, almost screaming as she saw a towering, black figure standing over her. She sat up quickly, a mistake, and continued to stare at the figure even as her vision edged black and the room fell away.
The orderly squinted down at her, one hand on his jaw as he breathed hard. He jabbed the baton at Daniel. "Take care of that." He ordered, before turning and walking away with a litany of curses.
Yolanda frowned a little at that and looked away. She didn't blame her parents for what was happening; they had moved from their home land just to protect her from what they're neighbors and townspeople were doing to her.
She cleared her throat and tapped her fingers against her thigh, a nervous habit that she had developed from childhood. "When do they give us some food?" She asked, changing the subject completely.
Hey, guys.
So, I love A Clockwork Orange. It's a messed up film, so we will be removing some elements and only basing the RP around it. Basically, I would like to have an RP that is set in the same dystopia and is overrun by the same kinds of gangs.
However, I would like to remove the elements of sexual abuse that abound in the film. Those are not okay. I would like to keep in the ol' ultra-violence, swearing and elements of the unusual language that Alex's gang uses.
I know this is hella muddled up. Here is some dot points to work this all out:
- Set in the same dystopia style London
- Original characters, not the ones from the movie, please.
- Keeping with the theme of rampant gangs
- Keeping with some of the unusual language
- No sexual abuse or sexual violence. That's not okay.
- Violence of other kinds and swearing is okay.
For the actual storyline beyond the setting and such, I'd like to work out with a partner. Perhaps two rival gang leaders fall for each other? Perhaps one is out for revenge after a member was killed? Who knows!
And now for some boring stuff about me:
- First off, I live in Australia. So, timezone is weird. But I'll reply as I can.
- Acceptable grammar and spelling. That's where it's at, yeah? Mistakes are of course okay, we all make mistakes. I make 'em all the time!
- I write anywhere from two to four paragraphs and onwards. No one liners, please, friends.
- No God Modding, that's a given.
- We must build this world together. Let's both contribute to the turn of events!
- I like to play females. I can handle playing a male but it's not as enjoyable for me and I would strongly prefer a female.
- I don't do smut. But I do relationships, flirting, dubious situations, etc.
- There will be violence and swearing. Some of it may be quite confronting but it will not go beyond gang fights and such. Let's not threaten kids or anything, yeah?
I have rambled for too long. That's that, I think. Otherwise, I like to be friends with who I'm RPing with, so let's have a chat in OOC!
If you're interested, chuck me a message or comment here.
Yolanda stared at him, knowing something was off but unsure as to what it could be. He hadn't seemed affected by the place when he was talking to her earlier. Could something have happened between him meeting her and coming to the recreational room?
Maybe he was crazy. Maybe everything that had happened before was simply a practiced ruse, an imitation of sanity. She shook her head; she didn't want to think about that.
Yolanda sighed quietly. "Oh, yeah. I have to say, though, the company leaves something to be desired." She gestured towards the mainly still and near catatonic patients.
Abaddon opened his mouth to protest, wanting to stop the angel from leaving him. It was the last thing he wanted her to do, the last thing on earth or in Heaven or Hell. He couldn't stop her. She was gone before he even made a sound.
Standing up, he left the building and closed his eyes, ready for the pain that would be brought on by his wings unfurling. None came. He opened his eyes, and beautiful wings curled up over his shoulders, white and slightly shimmering. The happiness he felt beginning to grow was quickly overtaken by a feeling of worthlessness. Camael should be here to see this.
He flew into the air, allowing the cold air to focus his thoughts, and set off in search of his angel.
Yolanda glanced to the side at the sound of her name and gave Daniel a brief smile, one which faded as she looked at him. Something appeared to be wrong, though she couldn't understand why. To be fair, just being in this place was wrong in itself, but she thought it couldn't have been the reason.
"Are you okay?" She asked quietly, making sure that the orderlies would be unable to hear her speaking English.
Yolanda had been about to retort to Silas' corny line when she was silenced by his lips on hers. She remained unresponsive for a few moments before returning the kiss, almost subconsciously.
It was a nice kiss, much to her chargin. She pulled away after longer than she had intended, though still remained close. "Terrible. I knew you had no right to brag."
As Yolanda was lead into the recreational room, she observed the others being brought out. As before, most had their heads down or were staring around in bewilderment, having no idea where they were or what was happening. Occasionally, she'd see someone who seemed a little more sane and competent, though they seemed submissive.
She grimaced at that and wondered how long it had taken for each of them to breakdown and become frightened shells of their former selves. Some of the quiter ones had long scars along the sides of their heads and she knew that their submission had assisted.
Yolanda sat down on the couch and crossed her arms, wondering when Daniel would be allowed out. There was no doubt that she needed the man.
"Yolanda Grieg. If I had friends, they might have called me just Yo. It takes less time to say," She smiled at him before hearing approaching footsteps. She stepped away from the door and backed up against the far wall.
An orderly glanced at Daniel with a sneer before opening the door to Yolanda's cell. He set her with a hard glare. "Got orders to let you out and get you acquainted with the place. No funny business, got it? Just do as your told."
Yolanda smiled vaguely. "Jy is 'n moroon." The orderly ignored that, shaking his head with a sigh. Why couldn't she have spoken English? He took her by the arm and lead her out of the room, down the corridor and into the recreational room. They were letting others out gradually.
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