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1 yr ago
Cataract surgery happening today...send good vibes/well wishes, please? I'll be back soon~
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4 yrs ago
Officially 27...getting closer to 30 xD happy birthday self!
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5 yrs ago
"In the darkest times, hope is something you give yourself. That is the meaning of inner strength." Uncle Iroh
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6 yrs ago
That moment when you plan an RP and get the first post up and then your partner deletes the OOC PM thread and doesn't answer... ~_~
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9 yrs ago
The moment when you're having a Disney movie marathon and you regret nothing. Not even caring that your parents are looking at you funny because your singing along ^^
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Enter at your own risk~


Hello, hello!

I'm Ari~ An adult who loves video games and my pup equally, I'm a dork who loves watching the shows I adore and then ranting about them until I get all my Feelings under control.

I'm a veteran when it comes to roleplay, I've been doing this long enought to know I'm better suited for 1x1's then Group Rps. My level is at the high causal to low advanced, once I get really into an RP its on my mind in a way that I don't mind. Feel free to send a PM with plot ideas or pairings, the most I can say is no thanks, which is rare and unlikely to happen~

Thanks for dropping by!


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A soft bumper escaped her lips as spasms began to take over her body. Her stomach rolled painfully with the vibrations of the thing she was in, an unbearable heat began to fill her from the center of her stomach to her head. Sylvia began to twist and turn, her right arm sending wave after wave of pain. Another whimper left her lips her an old wound began to reopen once more.

"Mama? It-it hurts...." Little Sylvia whispered against the door of her closet, her arms were limp at her sides and her head was pounding. No answer came aside from silence, Arron had given her a shot and she'd only complained as the needle pierced her skin. She'd fallen silent when a large palm fell on her knee and squeezed, a silent warning to be quiet.

"Be quiet. Your not done yet." Her mother's harsh voice cut though the haze of her mind, Sylvia whimpered into her folded knees. School hasn't gone well and her mother had been livid to hear that she'd had a fight with a girl from calling her weird. She'd arrived home and had found herself on the floor with a stinging cheek, a large shadow looming over her small form.

"Time for a shot and time out." Arron purred softly before lifting her by the arms and into the living room.


Her eyes snapped open and a strangled sound left her lips. Her glued gaze skittered across the darkness and found nothing but colored knobs and flashing lights.




Estonia rose and stretched, her bag slung over her shoulder as she exits her classroom. Pausing only to lock the door before exiting the building and heading toward her car. Her phone began to ring just as she left the lot, eyes blinking as reaches for it and unlocks the screen without looking at the caller idea.

"Yes." She sighs into the line, silence greets her for a moment before a familiar voice fills the static.

"You have a mission. The details are being sent to your phone." Estonia felt a grin tug her lips up before answering.

"I'll let you know whem I arrive." The line goes dead and with a flick of her wrist, hee phone is sent to her bag with a sigh. She'd began teaching and so far, she'd have to juggle her lives once more. Joy.

Turning onto the street that would lead her home, Estonia slammed on the breaks when the car ahead of her slammed on their breaks and swiveled to one side. A familiar person came into view when the lights flashed across her face, Estonia felt her eyes widen as she spots a ashen-faced Sylvia Wythe. Another shadow Estonia couldn't see clearly, got out and placed a jacket over her before guiding her into the car. She watched as the driver emerged before sliding back into the car and taking off. Blinking and humming softly, Estonia focused on her current task and began to drive once more. She needed to pack and head out.

Joy. @Briza
The hallucinations started first. Sylvia knew it was raining, she could feel the drops sliding off her nose, the frigid cold in the air. She just couldn't feel it, she knew she had to get home, being out like this only meant trouble. She just couldn't remember where home was, was if left? Or right? Or upside down? She huffed and felt her stomach lurch, her dinner threatening to come back up. Continuing to walk forward, she failed to notice the cars that filled the main streets, the people that hurried through the rain, she saw known of it.

Her stomach lurched once more as bright specs began to fill her vision, her hands numbly reaching out to grip something solid. Tongue flicking out to wet her dry lips, Sylvia hissed when something hard and warm slammed into her side, the heat pulled away and settled something softer against her shoulder.

"Are you alright?" The voice was muffled in her ears, slow and slurred as it slowly filled her mind. She offered a nod, cutting it off when her head rolled painfully and her stomach heaved once more. The warmth on her shoulder dropped away and the black blob nodded its head before turning and heading down the spec-dotted pathway. Frowning and releasing the object that held her up, fingers flexing as she turns and begins walking once more.

She didn't realize that where she was walking, cars whizzed passed. She paused in the center of the brightly-colored road and her stomach won it's battle, she threw up the contents of her dinner. Eyes filled with tears, she teeters on her feet and tries to keep her stomach from flipping once more. She doesn't notice the lights drswing closer to her, the horn blaring loudly or the shouts that fill the air.

She couldn't quite feel her own body anymore. She felt overheated and sick, with a frown her head lifts and her rain-soaked air parted as she raised her head to the sky. @Briza
Sylvia was sure her teeth were chipped with how often she'd been grounding them. She shifted and stilled almost instantly when a large, warm hand landed on her knee. She didn't even dare to breath as the rest of the café continued as normal around them. Her mother was slowly eating her sandwich, long fingers twitching against the side of the bread. Arron's fingers twitched and withdrew, Sylvia's sink felt seared and in a way she rather not think about.

IL going to go hike and shower unto my skim in pink. After twenty minutes Sylvia noted the the twitching in both had gotten worse, she knew what that meant. They needed a fix, Sylvia moved to stand, only to pause when a vise-like grip fell on her arm. Nails dug into her skin as Margaret rose and linked their arms together, Arron follows after leaving a few bills on the table.

"Accompany us outside, dear. It's getting late and we have work tomorrow." Her mother cooed as they passed Haley and James, once outside, the grip on her arm vanishes and another takes its place.

"Want one to?" Arron whispered in her ear, Sylvia stiffened and subtly tried to pull away, his fingers digging in deeper have her stilling.

"No." She manages, the familiar smell of toxic aroma fill the air and Arron's fingers vanish only for something else to take its place. Sylvia only has a moment to panic, before the needle pierces her skin and both Arron and her mother are gone. Swallowing and turning, she renters the café and heads straight for the backroom, hee pace already slowing.

They'd done this when she was a kid, injecting her with the same thing they were currently addicted to. She'd built up a tolerance to it after the first few times, however now wasn't like the other times. She'd been away from them for three years now, the warmth that was spreading through her body was oddly relaxing. When she reached her locker, she fumbled with her lock before managing to open it, she manages to grab her clothes before her legs give. Hissing when her knees collide with the ground, she tugs off her uniform before somehow managing to get her regular, dry clothes one once more. Shakily rising to her feet, she makes her way with determination to the door.

James opens it and takes one look at her and steps back. Sylvia swallows and opens her mouth to speak, James shakes his head and gestures for her to go. She smiles and stumbles toward the door then out it, the warmth that came from the injection point had her teeth gritting.

Home...get...home Her thoughts were muddled, she began her trek home, knowing full well she might not get that far. She was going to try, she wasn't one go down without a fight. @Briza
Two hours had passed by quickly enough, Sylvia and James slipping into their roles and with ease filled the orders handed to them by their customers as the trickled into the café. She'd relaxed at the familiar, rythmic feel of taking an order, going to make it and returning with a tray and anything the particular customer asked for. The texts had slipped her min as she wirked, the rain helping her relax further. Of course it all had to blow up just as the clock struck 6, the door opened and she and James turned as one to greet the new customer, only for Sylvia to freeze. A shudder rain down her spine as she faintly heard James greet the two newcomers, her attention was focused on both.

They moved forward and the door closed behind them, a matching pair of gray-blue eyes were locked on her, Sylvia remained still as stone. The first figure resembled her greatly, the sAmerican hair and eyes, height and facial features. They looked nothing alike besides that, hwe skin was ashen white and her eyes had large rings under them as if she didn't sleep.

She probably doesn't, with how mucheap drugs and guys she screws with. She thought icly as her mother's head tilted to the side, Sylvia grit her teeth and force a smile.

"Welcome, I'll be your server. Please follow me." She managed to say, turning on her heel she began to move towards the tables. She refused to focus on the second person, the one her mother had chosen as her second husband. She hated him as much as her, Sylvia found an empty booth and gestured for both to take a seat. Neither of them moved however, Sylvia tried to ignore the feel of eyes watching her, she didn't want to loose the small sandwich Haley had made her an hour ago.

"You look good in uniform litte raven, come Margaret, let's sit." The male's voice had Sylvia fighting a shudder of revulsion. She'd met this man when she was eight, her father had been missing by then for a few months, she'd hated him the moment he'd walked through the door. She remained silent now, stepping away to allow them both to sit, reaching into the pocket of her red apron she pulls out a small notepad and pen. The eyes that she could feel skimming her from head to to had Sylvia swallowing bile, rising her head slightly she waits for them to order.

"I'll have a small chicken sandwich with a side order of pretzels. Arron?" Her mother's voice sounds scratchy, hoarse even. Sylvia wrote down the order before waiting, Arron remained silent for a moment longer.

"A simple black coffee with a bagel. A side order of cupcakes of you don't mind, litte raven." With will alone, she managed to write down the order before turning and heading towards the back. Returning a few moments later, Sylvia arrives at their table and comes to a halt when she spots Haley talking avidly with Arron. She quickly schools her features and pauses beside Haley, her boss laughs softly before stepping back.

"A pleasure Mrs. Denior. Great meeting you, Sylv? Why not catch up? Take your break now." She knew Haley was being nice, but that was the least she wanted now, with a weak nod she turns back to her customers and sets the tray down. She notices do the first time that Arron and her mother had separated, the booth seats fit four people snugly. So why were they on either side? Handing both their orders, she lifts the now empty tray and turns to leave. The hand on her arm stops her, the fingers that spread and caress her skin has her fighting the urge to pull away.

"Take your break." Her mother sing-songs playfully, the fingers that slowly lower to her wrist, squeeze and tug her backwards a step.

"Do join us for a while." Arron agrees, voice low and inviting. Sylvia silently screams but turns and stiffly takes a seat beside Arron. Neither touch their food for a moment, simply watching her, Sylvia ignoring them in favor of keying to see if she could burn the table with her gaze.

Kill me. Someone just come and kill me before I loose my sanity. @Briza
"You might need it later, so here." Sylv whispered softly as she rose from her seat, her hand holding out a pen towards Aleksandr. The bell rung and with it, her body tensed as her mind helpfully provided that it was time for work. Out of the corner of her eye, she noted that James had risen from his seat as well, she placed the pen down and after a moment offered him the sheet she'd written the address for Urban Grind on. Her day was done but his seemed only halfway done, she offered him a small smile before turning on her heel.

"Drop by later if you want to discuss the project, see you." Sylv heard James offer as he followed her out of the room, the other students bolting once the bell rung. When they reached the door of the building, they paused and shared a look. It had started raining, heavy sheets that bathed the ground as if a it are a miniature river instead of asphalt.

"Terrific." Sylv deadpanned as she lifted the hood of her jacket and tucked her bag against her body. She watched as James followed her movement and once done, offered her a small grin.

"We run for it, good thing UG isn't so far. On three." Sylv blinked and offered a nod, she was good at running, had been on her high schools track team.

"Three." She started, her hand reaching from the door.

"Two." James continued, his own reaching for the other door handle.

"One!" They shout in unison before pushing the doors open and taking off. By the time they reached UG's front door, they were soaked to the bone and shivering.

"What in heavens are you doing? Get inside you'll catch your death!" Haley's voice shouted from the other side of the glass door, Sylv pushed it open with trembling fingers and hissed when warm air wafted into her face. James followed after her and almost crumbled onto the floor, Sylv and Haley appearing at his sides and holding him up, prevented it though.

"M-m-ma-made-i-i-it." James stuttered out as they slowly walked towards the changing room. Sylv had her teeth gritted but offered a nod, Haley was looking at each of them with a disapproving frown on her lips.

"Congrats. Now change and I'll get you both a cup of hot chocolate." Sylv let go of James when they reached the door, she had to go to the left while the males to the right. Once done changing into her warm uniform, she heads back to the front of the shop and takes a seat where James is sipping a mug of steaming chocolate.

"Nasty weather change." Haley mutters as she sets a mug down before her, Syvl fixes hee skirt before sitting down. She takes a sip and feels a shudder go down her spine, she takes another sip before allowing her gaze to take in the rest of the café.

"Bet we'll both be sick after this. Are Anabel and Dennis done?" She heard James asking, Sylvia focuses on the rain while absently drinking her warm drink. Hopefully they wouldn't come with this rain.

I hope they don't. @Briza
Sylv titled her head in the direction of the voice, her attention finally back on the book she was reading. Blinking when the tone registered, she made a soft noise in the back of her throat as she tore her focus from her chapter. She blinked once more in confusion as her gaze traveled the room before settling on Aleksandr, she offered him a nod and a slight tilt of her head.

"Yes?" She asked softly. The sound of footsteps drawn closer and slowing had her gaze shifting away for a moment only to notice James taking a seat a desk ahead of them. Her attention focused on Aleksandr when James offered a wave and friendly smile before turning to the front. Sylv knew class was starting soon, her feet must of guided her here while her mind had wondered.

She huffed softly and pushed those thoughts firmly away as she waited for Aleksandr to say what it was he needed. Her book closing in her hands was a silent action meant to signal that someone had her full attention.




Rising to her feet and moving until she stood before her desk, Estonia watched as students began to trickle in. The clock above struck 12 and with practiced ease, she lifted her right hand and sent a dagger sailing through the air. He hit the door and she watched as the few students that were still in the hall, slammed rather painfully into the now closed door.

"Those who are not in this room at the correct time will remain in the hall until I deem you worthy of entering. My name is Estonia Yale, Dr. Yale of Professor Yale will do when your addressing me. Since this is the first day and I know none of us want to be here, me included, I'll get to the gritty parts. This course consists of English, that includes textbooks and independent books that I will personally be handing to you to read. Each week a book will be chosen and we'll read it aloud in class as well as doing a worksheet that's relevant to what we're covering. Anyone who forget their worksheet or damaged the books that I am 'lending' you, the consequences will be severe. I'm not here to coddle you, I'm here to educate you. Now here are the required meterials and such for this course, those of you who are thinking of leaving here and going to the Guidence Counselor to switch out of this class? Don't bother. Your stuck with me for this year and next, get used to it, now the first week will be spent in reviewing the basics before we start on any actual material. Questions?"

Estonia watched as no hands rose into the air, her arms were crossed over her chest, her eyes scanning the room at large. Assessing who would pass and who would fail, by the spook looks and pale faces, she'd gotten her point across.

Like deer caught in headlights. She chuckled mentally as she pushes away from her desk and holds out the first of two stacks of packets. The nearest student takes it and with a sheepish nod, takes one and hands the others back. Taking the second packet from her desk, she passes it to the closest student on the other side of the classroom and watches tiredly as he took offers a nod. Once those within the room have a packet and a few have been returned, Estonia briskly makes her way to the door and tugs it open.

Handing the packets to the first girl, she turns back to head towards her desk. They had a fee minutes left but with the headache pounding in her temples, she wanted to be alone. "Be here next class on time, good day." She stated briskly as she reached for her bag and all but jogged from her classroom. She had lunch and with how the clouds were thickening, she'd breed to grab something and return before it really began to pour. @Briza
"Yeah, Professor Yale is the one who takes the freshmen and sophomore students under her wing. She's quiet and has an unusal attachment to booms as well as daggers. I laughed the first time an older friend of mine told me that, but she was completely serious and preceded to tell me her story. Whenever you spoke out of turn or was caught goofing off, she'd aim a small dagger, directly at your desk. Some were even bid enough to block it with a book, but in the end another met with tell the back of their chair just as quickly.

My friend says she comes from a family that love using daggers or swords, and that she sometimes leaves during term for a 'family emergency'. She'd be gone for a week or two, and come back looking exhausted and sometimes covered in injuries that when asked, she'd shrug and say were nothing serious. In truth? She seems sorta scary." James offers into the silence, his fingers dancing across the straps of his bag. He'd remembered the look on Cassie's face to, her eyes were darker and her body had been tense, he'd taken her word to remain silent and pay attention to heart.

They'd meet soon anyway, reaching the door he'd come in from, James pulled it open and stepped out into the frigid air.




Estonia yawned for the fifth time in the last seven minutes, with a huff and a click of her tongue, she eagerly drains the last of her coffee. The sound of her classroom door opening has her attention at once, the footsteps that enter are soft and light, Estonia blinks and glances up. She spots a girl, face pale and body unusually tense.

How odd... She thinks to herself as she watches the girl sit in a seat near the farthest window, her bag falling to the floor with a soft thump. Estonia tilted her head curiously as the girl opens the book in her hand and begins to read. Only long hours of gathering intelligence has Estonia guessing instantly that she wasn't really reading.

Her eyes were skimming the page but not tethering the words written. Her fingers kept twitching and her body was rigid as if in pain or on edge. Estonia had the urge to ask if she was alright, what stopped her was the clear air around her that clearly stated, leave me alone. With a sympathetic smile aimed covertly in her student's direction before busying herself with preparing the things she would need in the next three minutes.

Time for hell to break loose. @Briza
With a shrug, Sylv turns on her heel and makes her way to the door. Her fingers twitch when another vibration draws her attention just as she reaches it. Her lips thin as the first message flashes across her mind, her muscles tensing at the almost teasing tone the words contained.

I'll be seeing you later little raven. Your mother says hello. ~K Bile rose in her throat at the thought, she didn't want to see him, or her for that matter, however it seemed out of her hands now. She wondered, faintly if hee boss would allow her a break so they could talk for a while. She'd rather not at all, however knowing how generous Haley was, she'd be given at least an hour. Sighing and half-turning to offer her two partners a half-hearted wave, she makes her way down the hall and to her English class.

James blinked and after a moment seemed to realize he had a class to attend. He hisses softly under his breath and offers a sheepish smiled towards Aleksandr.

"I think we better follow, we don't want to be late." He offers in way of explanation, his shoulders twitching at the silence that fills the now empty room. The way Sylv had reacted to the text has left him unease and slightly worried, he'd always been one to think of others before himself. A trait his Mom said was endearing as well as slightly destructive, turning to follow his partner, he takes a moment to relax his shoulders.

This was turning out to be a very special day, hiding a grin and moving toward the door, James stuffed his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

Let's see what English holds.




With a huff and click of her tongue, Estonia shuffled the packets she'd be handing out to her students. Fingers absently brushing against the flute necklace her grandmother had given her when she was six, Estonia rose to her feet and move to stand by the nearest window. Her eye focused on the darkening sky above with a faint, tired smile tugging her lips up. She liked teaching, it was soothing in way she couldn't describe, but it had its annoying parts as well.

She glanded back at her desk and felt a twitch in her jaw, so far her classes hadn't shown the enthusiasm for leaning the things she had in store for them. It didn't help the faint headache she could feel at her temples, lifting her right hand, she begins to rub soothing circles on either side of her head.

Skipping breakfast. Not a good idea. She hisses softly into her mind as she retakes her seat once more. Elbows on the smooth wooden surface, Estonia takes a few deep breaths before allowing her eyes to close. A quick nap wouldn't do any harm, besides it wasn't like she'd fully fall asleep anyway. @Briza
James offer his partner his pen and eyed his third partner with a mixture of unease and acceptance. Sighing softly and turning to the door, he waits for Aleksandr to write down his information, his mind wondering to his next class. Sylv swallowed and allowed a soft sigh to escape her lips, this visitor wasn't expected or wanted. Rolling her shoulders in a vain attempt to relax, she opens her book to the current page she's on, and begins to read.

The little appetite she'd had vanished as the text message flashed through her mind. Her fingers tensing on the spine of her book as she forces herself to relax. She'd have to make do until they met later, she was on shift after her English class and suddenly had no urge to go in. James half-turns and steps towards the lists of names, reaching into his bag and tugging it a highlighter, he circles their names.

"If it's easier, I work at a café near here. I'm on shift after my English class, maybe we could talk then." At the mention James blinks and recaps the highlighter, he was on shift too, right after his Physics class.

"You work at Urban Grind Café too?" He asks with a tilt of his head, Sylv blinks and feels herself relax slightly further. She nods and James smiles happily as he focuses his gaze on Aleksandr, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jeans.

"Do you know where it is? It's a cozy little
place near the Hospital. I'm on shift from 1-7 if you can come over, when's your shift?" She asks Jamie, her fingers twitching slightly as the panic fades slightly. James blinks and has to take a moment to think, nose wrinkling in thought he frowns and shrugs his shoulders.

"Slipped my mind to be honest. It's after Physics which is at 2 for me, if that okay? You meeting us there so we can discuss our project?" The question was meant for Aleksandr, James had noted he'd been rather quiet. His true reason was in hopes of distracting Sylv and it seemed to be working.

Hiding a lease grin, he waits for a response as well as his partner's information. Maybe today wouldn't suck as much as he'd feared it would. @Briza
Svly nodded and using her free hand, opened her messenger bag and tugged the same notebook she'd taken out for class out before closing it once more. Tucking the book in her other hand under her arm, she opens the first page and pauses for a moment when she realizes she has no pen. A gentle probe at her shoulder has her shifting her attention to the side, she blinks when she's presented with a pen.

"Borrow mine." Jamie offers with a shrug of his shoulders, Sylv offers a twitch of a smile before clicking the top of the pen. She writes her email across the top of the blank sheet, before on a whim, adding her cell phone number as well. Gently ripping the piece from the page, she hands it to Aleksandr before writing to out once more for James. Closing her notebook and handing the pen to James, she waits for him and Aleksandr to offer their contact information as well.

"I offered both since I don't always have time to check my email. Working at a café has its perks, do we have anyone in mind for the project? I can get us the books we need if you'd two wouldn't mind." She closed her mouth and glances away, this was the most she'd talked to someone besides her employees.

James hummed softly and with ease, twirled the pen between his fingers as his other hand tugged out a blank piece of paper. An extra from when I printed my schedule He noted as he wrote his email and phone number. Ripping both pieces, he offers it to Aleksander and Sylv before pocketing his pen. He blinks after a moment when the sound of a phone buzzing fills the quiet air around them, most of the students having left besides two other groups. James watches as Sylv reaches into the back of her jeans pocket and tugs out her phone, her fingers unlocking the screen with practiced ease. His head tilted a moment later when her whole body stiffened and her pale face turned ashen. The grip on her phone had her knuckles turning just the same color, James watched cautiously as Sylv took a deep breath and relaxed her grip and body just as quickly.

"Is everything okay?" He ventured to ask, gray-blue eyes focused on him before shifting away.

"Fine. Just received news that I'll have a unexpected visitor later." Her tone was clipped and sharp, her fingers twitched at her side as she slipped bee phone back into her pocket. James nodded and let the topic go, whoever it was, he felt bad for them. If looks could kill indeed. He mentally stated as Sylv stuffed her hands into the pockets of her jacket, her complexion slowly returning to normal.

He wondered, briefly as he waited for Aleksandr to offer his contact information, who it could work to get that much of a reaction. @Briza
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