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Howdy there! I'm 19 and from Texas, though I'm currently going to college in New York. I've been roleplaying for quite a few years, and prefer casual or advanced roleplays. I'm pretty friendly, so if you want to drop me a message, go ahead. I'm not super-active unless I'm on break, but I'll always get to you when I can.
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"Yeah?" It did make sense. From what Savannah could tell -and, granted, things had been hectic enough in her life that she wasn't exactly keeping abreast of the news- plenty of folks were migrating back to their home towns. The tensions had been particularly awful in New York, as could probably be expected, but there probably weren't many places that were getting on well. The sudden appearance of shit like you'd only ever expect to see on TV in real life, all around you, did that.
Knowing that he probably didn't any more meaning beyond courtesy than she had, she kept her answer just as short. "Things have been 'bout as good as they can be. Glad to be home." As she spoke, she followed his gaze towards the door. As a child, she'd thought Haye's main street friendly and idyllic. It seemed like just the sort of happy little place where you could settle down and live a quiet, comfortable life, surrounded by kind neighbors and a supportive community. After she'd moved there as a teenager, she became a bit disillusioned with it all, and towards the end of high school it just seemed so small in comparison with the rest of the world. And now... It was scary. People were certainly keeping up the charade of going about things normally because, well, what else could you do? But the fear and suspicion were every, bubbling right under the surface.
Nearly lost to her thoughts and worries, it took Savannah a second to process what Brian said. "Yeah?" She repeated, absently, "Real shame." She knew that what he'd said should concern her a lot more. Less business meant less tips. But, for the first time in a very long time, money wasn't very high on her list of priorities. It wasn't like the grandfather who'd raised her was asking for rent, after all. For once in her life she wished that money was the biggest problem she had to deal with again. Being broke was a problem she could throw herself at and, if she worked enough hours at enough jobs, manage just fine. She didn't know what to do with society going to hell in a hand basket. From the looks of it, nobody did.
The conversation felt like it had puttered off to its natural end. Just as well; an older man walked in and towards the bar, pulling Brian's attention in the way. Savannah took the chance to approach the single occupied booth, briefly introduce herself and explain that their old waitress had gone home and that she'd be taking care of them for the rest of her night, and clear away an empty wing basket. One of the men had claimed to recognize her; "I'm Joey, remember?! I was a freshman when you were a senior. My girlfriend back then was a cheerleader, too..." He continued until she feigned a recognition. So many faces from back them all ran together.
She brought the empty basket to the back, and let John know that they'd need another dozen.
@HeySeuss
Knowing that he probably didn't any more meaning beyond courtesy than she had, she kept her answer just as short. "Things have been 'bout as good as they can be. Glad to be home." As she spoke, she followed his gaze towards the door. As a child, she'd thought Haye's main street friendly and idyllic. It seemed like just the sort of happy little place where you could settle down and live a quiet, comfortable life, surrounded by kind neighbors and a supportive community. After she'd moved there as a teenager, she became a bit disillusioned with it all, and towards the end of high school it just seemed so small in comparison with the rest of the world. And now... It was scary. People were certainly keeping up the charade of going about things normally because, well, what else could you do? But the fear and suspicion were every, bubbling right under the surface.
Nearly lost to her thoughts and worries, it took Savannah a second to process what Brian said. "Yeah?" She repeated, absently, "Real shame." She knew that what he'd said should concern her a lot more. Less business meant less tips. But, for the first time in a very long time, money wasn't very high on her list of priorities. It wasn't like the grandfather who'd raised her was asking for rent, after all. For once in her life she wished that money was the biggest problem she had to deal with again. Being broke was a problem she could throw herself at and, if she worked enough hours at enough jobs, manage just fine. She didn't know what to do with society going to hell in a hand basket. From the looks of it, nobody did.
The conversation felt like it had puttered off to its natural end. Just as well; an older man walked in and towards the bar, pulling Brian's attention in the way. Savannah took the chance to approach the single occupied booth, briefly introduce herself and explain that their old waitress had gone home and that she'd be taking care of them for the rest of her night, and clear away an empty wing basket. One of the men had claimed to recognize her; "I'm Joey, remember?! I was a freshman when you were a senior. My girlfriend back then was a cheerleader, too..." He continued until she feigned a recognition. So many faces from back them all ran together.
She brought the empty basket to the back, and let John know that they'd need another dozen.
@HeySeuss
There we go! Let me know if something regarding their past, particularly Brian and John having worked the farm at one point, is overstepping, and I'll edit it out. I figured that they might have for at least one summer, when they were younger.
I'm really excited to be getting this started!
I'm really excited to be getting this started!
"Well, I guess I'm heading out now." Savannah slowly tugged on her cardigan -it was somewhat surprising that she didn't need something a little heavier, given that it was usually colder in Haye by mid-autumn, but she definitely wouldn't complain- and grabbed her keys from one of the hook by the front door. Above the hooks was a faded needlepoint that read, "Bless this house." It had hung there for as long as she could remember.
"Yup, I'm about to head out to work! My first day at a new job..." Making no move towards the door, Savannah kept her place in the middle of the foyer, absently pulling her hair into a high ponytail.
"Yeah, we heard you! Hope it goes well. Tell them Parr boys I said hello. Miss seein' 'em 'round the farm." Her grandfather said from his recliner in the living room. Curled up at his side, in an adult-sized gray T-shirt that fit her like a dress, was little Maggie. Her gaze was fixed pointedly on the television.
"Just gonna go-" Savannah started, once again not moving.
"Get on if you're goin', girl!" Martin snapped. He wasn't angry, but Magnolia and Savannah had been at it for half an hour -ever since the latter had started getting ready for work- and his favorite show was on.
Savannah had known that she would break before her daughter, but she didn't like it. "Magnolia, can I please have a hug before I leave for work?"
Silence, save for the drone of the TV. American Pickers, if she remembered correctly. Maggie surely wasn't half as interested in watching two men haggle over antique soda machines as Martin, but damned if she wasn't watching just as raptly. What she was really interested in, of course, was ignoring her mother. Ever since she realized that Savannah wouldn't be around at bedtime anymore, she'd been giving her the silent treatment.
The whole point of taking the evening/night shifts had been so that they could spend more time together. Savannah had thought that the hour lost before bedtime would be worth it, all things considered, but her daughter seemed to disagree. There was no winning in this situation, it seemed. Maggie as unresponsive as ever and the clock on the wall ticking closer and closer to six o'clock, Savannah gave up. She walked over and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her daughter's head. Maggie only frowned and clung harder to Martin in response.
"I love you, sweetheart. I'll see you when you wake up."
Savannah's thoughts were still heavy when she climbed into her grandfather's pickup. She hadn't had need for a vehicle in the City and, given that he didn't do much driving anymore, Martin was glad to let her use his own. The old Ford roared to life, and she put it in reverse, turned the car, and started down the long dirt driveway.
The Cambell Family Farm was only ten minutes or so outside of Haye proper, so it was a relatively short drive to the Water of Life. Though Savannah had never been as a customer, since it had sprung up after she left town, she knew the way from having dropped by to do an informal interview the morning for. She'd been pleasantly surprised by how quickly the hiring process had gone. But then, John had made it sound like they were strapped for help. Not a lot of people willing to work later shifts, with the recent disturbances around town. They were scared. Of the Emergent; of her, even if they didn't know it.
No use dwelling on it. At least it meant getting nighttime hours, and spending the day with Maggie.
When she arrived, she parked around back, as John had instructed, and felt an unexpected rush of nerves as she got out of the car. In the week or so that she'd been back, this was only the third time that she'd actually gone in to town. The first had been to get groceries, and the second to do her interview. Each time she'd felt a similar nervousness. They lived in a small, religious town, after all, and she was back with her child born out of wedlock. Few people would say anything to her face. That simply wasn't how things were done. But the idea of being judged at all by the people she'd known and, in many cases, cared about and respected, growing up, unnerved her. She always had been a people-pleaser.
Before going in, Savannah pulled out her phone to check the time; five fifty. Even with her lingering around, she was still early, as she'd planned to be. She went in through the back entrance, and found herself in a narrow hallway. Towards the end was a door into John's office, where she'd had her interview. Next to the door, there was a row of hooks with names above them. Now, unlike before, one of those names was her own. An apron hung from her hook, and she took it and replaced it with her cardigan. She tied the apron around her waist, and took a critical look at her own outfit; a white button-up blouse, jeans, now protected by the apron, and black flats. Appropriate enough for work just about anywhere in Haye, she imagined.
Another door in the hall lead out next to the physical bar, into the front of the business. There weren't many people inside. One sipping a beer at the bar, a couple playing pool, and a few young men at a booth talking loudly over baskets of wings. A slow night, or the norm, she wondered? It took a second for Savannah to recognize the bartender, who hadn't been bald the last time she'd seen him.
She'd known Brian Parr since they were kids, even if she'd never have described them as friends. But she'd always seen him around. When groups of kids went to the watering hole to swim in the summers, to go play in the woods, or got together for someone's birthday, she ran into him as often as anyone else. Then, after she became a cheerleader in high school, she'd see him on the bus to away games, or when the two teams would go out to eat and celebrate a big win. She heard that he'd gone off to college after graduating, so she'd been surprised to find him back in Haye, and as a bartender, at that. But she was the last one to be making judgement in that vein.
"Brian," She greeted him with a smile, unsure of what else to say. Meetings like this were always a bit awkward to her; they'd been more than acquaintances, a relationship that deserved some sort of acknowledgement, but, again, hardly friends. She settled for what she hoped was a warm, "It's nice to see you! I don't know if you heard from John, but I'm your new waitress. How've you been?"
"Yup, I'm about to head out to work! My first day at a new job..." Making no move towards the door, Savannah kept her place in the middle of the foyer, absently pulling her hair into a high ponytail.
"Yeah, we heard you! Hope it goes well. Tell them Parr boys I said hello. Miss seein' 'em 'round the farm." Her grandfather said from his recliner in the living room. Curled up at his side, in an adult-sized gray T-shirt that fit her like a dress, was little Maggie. Her gaze was fixed pointedly on the television.
"Just gonna go-" Savannah started, once again not moving.
"Get on if you're goin', girl!" Martin snapped. He wasn't angry, but Magnolia and Savannah had been at it for half an hour -ever since the latter had started getting ready for work- and his favorite show was on.
Savannah had known that she would break before her daughter, but she didn't like it. "Magnolia, can I please have a hug before I leave for work?"
Silence, save for the drone of the TV. American Pickers, if she remembered correctly. Maggie surely wasn't half as interested in watching two men haggle over antique soda machines as Martin, but damned if she wasn't watching just as raptly. What she was really interested in, of course, was ignoring her mother. Ever since she realized that Savannah wouldn't be around at bedtime anymore, she'd been giving her the silent treatment.
The whole point of taking the evening/night shifts had been so that they could spend more time together. Savannah had thought that the hour lost before bedtime would be worth it, all things considered, but her daughter seemed to disagree. There was no winning in this situation, it seemed. Maggie as unresponsive as ever and the clock on the wall ticking closer and closer to six o'clock, Savannah gave up. She walked over and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her daughter's head. Maggie only frowned and clung harder to Martin in response.
"I love you, sweetheart. I'll see you when you wake up."
Savannah's thoughts were still heavy when she climbed into her grandfather's pickup. She hadn't had need for a vehicle in the City and, given that he didn't do much driving anymore, Martin was glad to let her use his own. The old Ford roared to life, and she put it in reverse, turned the car, and started down the long dirt driveway.
The Cambell Family Farm was only ten minutes or so outside of Haye proper, so it was a relatively short drive to the Water of Life. Though Savannah had never been as a customer, since it had sprung up after she left town, she knew the way from having dropped by to do an informal interview the morning for. She'd been pleasantly surprised by how quickly the hiring process had gone. But then, John had made it sound like they were strapped for help. Not a lot of people willing to work later shifts, with the recent disturbances around town. They were scared. Of the Emergent; of her, even if they didn't know it.
No use dwelling on it. At least it meant getting nighttime hours, and spending the day with Maggie.
When she arrived, she parked around back, as John had instructed, and felt an unexpected rush of nerves as she got out of the car. In the week or so that she'd been back, this was only the third time that she'd actually gone in to town. The first had been to get groceries, and the second to do her interview. Each time she'd felt a similar nervousness. They lived in a small, religious town, after all, and she was back with her child born out of wedlock. Few people would say anything to her face. That simply wasn't how things were done. But the idea of being judged at all by the people she'd known and, in many cases, cared about and respected, growing up, unnerved her. She always had been a people-pleaser.
Before going in, Savannah pulled out her phone to check the time; five fifty. Even with her lingering around, she was still early, as she'd planned to be. She went in through the back entrance, and found herself in a narrow hallway. Towards the end was a door into John's office, where she'd had her interview. Next to the door, there was a row of hooks with names above them. Now, unlike before, one of those names was her own. An apron hung from her hook, and she took it and replaced it with her cardigan. She tied the apron around her waist, and took a critical look at her own outfit; a white button-up blouse, jeans, now protected by the apron, and black flats. Appropriate enough for work just about anywhere in Haye, she imagined.
Another door in the hall lead out next to the physical bar, into the front of the business. There weren't many people inside. One sipping a beer at the bar, a couple playing pool, and a few young men at a booth talking loudly over baskets of wings. A slow night, or the norm, she wondered? It took a second for Savannah to recognize the bartender, who hadn't been bald the last time she'd seen him.
She'd known Brian Parr since they were kids, even if she'd never have described them as friends. But she'd always seen him around. When groups of kids went to the watering hole to swim in the summers, to go play in the woods, or got together for someone's birthday, she ran into him as often as anyone else. Then, after she became a cheerleader in high school, she'd see him on the bus to away games, or when the two teams would go out to eat and celebrate a big win. She heard that he'd gone off to college after graduating, so she'd been surprised to find him back in Haye, and as a bartender, at that. But she was the last one to be making judgement in that vein.
"Brian," She greeted him with a smile, unsure of what else to say. Meetings like this were always a bit awkward to her; they'd been more than acquaintances, a relationship that deserved some sort of acknowledgement, but, again, hardly friends. She settled for what she hoped was a warm, "It's nice to see you! I don't know if you heard from John, but I'm your new waitress. How've you been?"
I've updated the opening post a bit! That's worthy of a bump, I think. :P
Now that I am out of finals hell, le bump!
I added some fandoms above :)
Sounds hella interesting! Why don't you drop me a PM?
Hey all! I'm on a break from classes, which means I'm back looking for a few 1x1's! Back when I RPed regularly, I tended towards advanced, but I'll RP with anyone casual and up. Commitment to the RP, [b|willingness to help plot[/b], and good spelling/grammar are what I'm really looking for!
I have a WIDE array of interests. I'll list a few of my favorite RP fandoms below, as well as some concepts I have ideas for, if you're interested. If you just PM me with one (ie. werewolves, superheroes, etc.) and I'll share what I have in mind. I'd like for this to be a collaborative process, so be prepared for planning together! My preferred pairings are MxF and FxF (no real preference between the two), though I also love MxM. If you're interested, I also enjoy doubling/tripling so that we can fit as much fun as possible! Of course, I'm also totally interested in roleplays without any romantic underlying whatsoever.
Fandoms: (Just what I'm interested in right now)
Harry Potter (I would love to do something with gender-bent versions of canons, or normal canons, or OCs... I'm just in a pretty HP mood, and I have plenty of plots to go with it!)
The Flash
Disney (Crosssovers, AUs, all that good stuff)
Teen Titans
Justice League Unlimited
Pokemon
Naruto (Be aware that I don't have plots in mind for this one setting)
Mass Effect (Primarily centered around Shepard after the events of the last game)
Inuyasha
Death Note
Code Geass
Danny Phantom (Either with OCs, or older canons. Or both!)
Avatar: The Last Airbender (Canons, OCs, or mix!)
Avatar: The Legend Of Korra (same as above)
Settings/concepts/etc. I'm interested in for an original roleplay: (Can definitely be mixed and matched!)
Modern supernatural (The werewolves/vampires/etc. route, more of an elf/drayad/dragon route, or something of both!)
High Fantasy (Particularly in a pseudo-Feudal Japan/ancient Korea/China type world)
Modern slice-of-life (pleeeenty of ideas for funny, cute, laid-back roleplays here, as well as things darker and more mature)
High School (mostly when combined with others. Teacher/student can be fun)
Superheroes and super villain (Especially plots where our characters know each other in real life; maybe one is vigilante and one is a cop, or one is a villain and one is a hero, etc.)
Normal people developing powers (in a non-superhero sense)
Resistance against an oppressive government
Childhood friends who become rivals/enemies as adults
Exes who now work together/live together (I have one concept I like regarding high school sweethearts who end up as roommates)
Cop drama
Dysfunctional parents/unlikely people raising kids together
Bodyguard and the guarded (particularly in a fantasy setting)
Modern assassins league (Both characters as assassins, one as an assassin and one as a target, an assassin and a normal person who gets caught up in things)
Polyamory
That's all for now, folks! Let me know if you're interested in any of these (or a combination of the above!) via PM!
I have a WIDE array of interests. I'll list a few of my favorite RP fandoms below, as well as some concepts I have ideas for, if you're interested. If you just PM me with one (ie. werewolves, superheroes, etc.) and I'll share what I have in mind. I'd like for this to be a collaborative process, so be prepared for planning together! My preferred pairings are MxF and FxF (no real preference between the two), though I also love MxM. If you're interested, I also enjoy doubling/tripling so that we can fit as much fun as possible! Of course, I'm also totally interested in roleplays without any romantic underlying whatsoever.
Fandoms: (Just what I'm interested in right now)
Harry Potter (I would love to do something with gender-bent versions of canons, or normal canons, or OCs... I'm just in a pretty HP mood, and I have plenty of plots to go with it!)
The Flash
Disney (Crosssovers, AUs, all that good stuff)
Teen Titans
Justice League Unlimited
Pokemon
Naruto (Be aware that I don't have plots in mind for this one setting)
Mass Effect (Primarily centered around Shepard after the events of the last game)
Inuyasha
Death Note
Code Geass
Danny Phantom (Either with OCs, or older canons. Or both!)
Avatar: The Last Airbender (Canons, OCs, or mix!)
Avatar: The Legend Of Korra (same as above)
Settings/concepts/etc. I'm interested in for an original roleplay: (Can definitely be mixed and matched!)
Modern supernatural (The werewolves/vampires/etc. route, more of an elf/drayad/dragon route, or something of both!)
High Fantasy (Particularly in a pseudo-Feudal Japan/ancient Korea/China type world)
Modern slice-of-life (pleeeenty of ideas for funny, cute, laid-back roleplays here, as well as things darker and more mature)
High School (mostly when combined with others. Teacher/student can be fun)
Superheroes and super villain (Especially plots where our characters know each other in real life; maybe one is vigilante and one is a cop, or one is a villain and one is a hero, etc.)
Normal people developing powers (in a non-superhero sense)
Resistance against an oppressive government
Childhood friends who become rivals/enemies as adults
Exes who now work together/live together (I have one concept I like regarding high school sweethearts who end up as roommates)
Cop drama
Dysfunctional parents/unlikely people raising kids together
Bodyguard and the guarded (particularly in a fantasy setting)
Modern assassins league (Both characters as assassins, one as an assassin and one as a target, an assassin and a normal person who gets caught up in things)
Polyamory
That's all for now, folks! Let me know if you're interested in any of these (or a combination of the above!) via PM!
I hope that you'll get to feeling better soon, Free Faller! @Nevermind, how are things on your end?
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