Arrayah
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STATUS: I'm back! Yeah. Let's go. Getting back into the swing of things. And all that stuff. 8 yrs ago
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- Old Guild Username: Arrayah
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- Arrayah 11 yrs ago
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I'm back! Yeah. Let's go. Getting back into the swing of things. And all that stuff.
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Hello all who have deigned to grace my profile with their presence! I am the great Arrayah, lord of the Phoenix. Or something. I don't know.
Anyways, bio. As of writing this, I am a 23 year old female. I am married. I own two dogs (a Dalmatian and a Labrador... so cliche). I work from home. I like crafty stuff and games. I used to be an MMORPG girl, but have since moved on to things like Minecraft and Ark as well as Rimworld and Dwarf Fortress. Who knows what's next?
I love writing, but only get to roleplaying a few times every couple years. Unfortunately, life gets in the way. I'm starting to have more time lately, and thought it'd be fine to start it up again. We'll see how it goes, but hopefully I stick around this time.
I was on the old RPGuild, so you may recognize my name. If so, hello again! If not, maybe we'll have lots of fun together. If I've been online recently, and you're interested in doing an RP, feel free to PM me. I'm almost always interested in 1x1s as long as I don't have too many going on. Check some of my old threads to see my rules, or pm me if that's too much hassle.
Long live the Phoenix Queen. Or something or other.
Anyways, bio. As of writing this, I am a 23 year old female. I am married. I own two dogs (a Dalmatian and a Labrador... so cliche). I work from home. I like crafty stuff and games. I used to be an MMORPG girl, but have since moved on to things like Minecraft and Ark as well as Rimworld and Dwarf Fortress. Who knows what's next?
I love writing, but only get to roleplaying a few times every couple years. Unfortunately, life gets in the way. I'm starting to have more time lately, and thought it'd be fine to start it up again. We'll see how it goes, but hopefully I stick around this time.
I was on the old RPGuild, so you may recognize my name. If so, hello again! If not, maybe we'll have lots of fun together. If I've been online recently, and you're interested in doing an RP, feel free to PM me. I'm almost always interested in 1x1s as long as I don't have too many going on. Check some of my old threads to see my rules, or pm me if that's too much hassle.
Long live the Phoenix Queen. Or something or other.
Most Recent Posts
Its fine! Like I said, I don't usually post so often. I've been sick so I have nothing else to do.
Oh and don't worry about posting as much as I am. I'm actually fairly free this weekend, so I have a lot of free time. Usually takes a lot longer for me :p
"Yes, I'd like to report my wife's credit card as stolen. Her name is Cassidee Johnson. Please shut down the account before the thief can put any more money on the thing."
"We can shut down the credit card, so that it can't be used anymore, but only your wife can request the information of what charges were attempted and where they were attempted at. We could, however, call the police for you?"
"No. That won't be necessary. Cancelling it will be good enough."
Cassidee only nodded at his attempt to backtrack out of dangerous waters, and was appreciative of it. He was right of course, they both knew it, but at least he'd realized this was not something she wanted to discuss. Not with him or anyone else. No strangers needed to be so far into her business. It was between her and her husband. Instead of dwelling on it, her eyes moved up to the breakfast and her stomach rumbled. A light blush painted her cheeks, but she decided on something anyways.
"Pancakes would be good. Please, and thank you. I'm looking for cheap anything. I'm thinking about staying here awhile, and the more I pay a night the less nights I can stay." One of her hands moved absently and settled on the barely noticeable bump that held her growing child. She would need to get settled somewhere, and soon. She'd need a job that paid well and gave her time off. She'd need to make some friends who could babysit for her. Laying her head on the counter with a sigh, she realized that she might have been better staying at home. Surely, her husband wouldn't have harmed her knowing she was carrying... right?
"We can shut down the credit card, so that it can't be used anymore, but only your wife can request the information of what charges were attempted and where they were attempted at. We could, however, call the police for you?"
"No. That won't be necessary. Cancelling it will be good enough."
Cassidee only nodded at his attempt to backtrack out of dangerous waters, and was appreciative of it. He was right of course, they both knew it, but at least he'd realized this was not something she wanted to discuss. Not with him or anyone else. No strangers needed to be so far into her business. It was between her and her husband. Instead of dwelling on it, her eyes moved up to the breakfast and her stomach rumbled. A light blush painted her cheeks, but she decided on something anyways.
"Pancakes would be good. Please, and thank you. I'm looking for cheap anything. I'm thinking about staying here awhile, and the more I pay a night the less nights I can stay." One of her hands moved absently and settled on the barely noticeable bump that held her growing child. She would need to get settled somewhere, and soon. She'd need a job that paid well and gave her time off. She'd need to make some friends who could babysit for her. Laying her head on the counter with a sigh, she realized that she might have been better staying at home. Surely, her husband wouldn't have harmed her knowing she was carrying... right?
You read my mind. I was gonna have her cards be declined.
“Cass, you never tell ‘em anything that might get you into trouble. They’ll tell ya that you won’t get punished and that it’ll all be okay, but it never is. They just tell ya that so that you admit everything. Then they got ya and there ain’t nothing you can do about it. If you keep your lips shut and don’t tell ‘em nothin’, then they can’t punish ya. Well, they can, but it’s not as bad cause they can’t be positive you did it.”
“But what if it was an accident?”
“They’ll punish you anyways.”
The memory came unbidden to her, and she visibly flinched when the man in front of her leaned close and started asking questions. Cassidee was a college girl, well-educated even if it was only art school that she’d attended. It wasn’t common knowledge that she had once been in foster care, or that she had grown up in the ghetto where parents kept children for the checks they received in the mail every month. She had left that past behind when she’d been accepted to her first-choice and never thought about it again.
Now, though, she was forced to think back on those years and the lessons she’d learned. Here was a stranger, asking her about the bruise that was about as noticeable as the neon sign out front. She glanced at it, and another memory distracted her from the questions.
He stood above her, towering, his face contorted with anger. His hands twitched, as if he meant to wrap them around her neck, and somehow she knew that’s exactly what he wanted to do. She’d gone too far this time. She’d known it when the words left her lips, known what would happen when they returned home. It was a comment about his being unemployed to his parents, barely noticed even, but embarrassing to him all the same. And if she ever embarrassed him…
“I told you to keep your mouth shut! God, you know that everything that comes out of you just makes you sound stupid! You’re just a pretty face who can take pretty pictures. Everyone knows that there’s nothing inside that mind of yours, so I don’t understand why you always insist on pretending like there is!” His hands clenched into fists as he spoke, and she lifted her own in hopes of protecting herself.
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t… I didn’t realize how it would sound. I didn’t know better. I’m sorry. I won’t ever do it again. I don’t need to talk. I know I shouldn’t.” Her voice was pleading in a way that she hoped would let him forgive her, let her walk away from this. Her words only seemed to make him angrier though, and he grabbed her by the arms and held her against the wall, her toes barely touching the floor.
The image then became too much, and she found she had tears in her eyes. “How embarrassing,” she said and tried her hardest to smile. Keep your mouth shut. It was her first and constant lesson. She would do no different here, with this stranger. “The bruise is nothing, no walls I promise. It’s Cassidee Johnson, by the way. I’m just here, traveling. I’d appreciate some food. I can pay you. And maybe you can point me in the direction of somewhere to stay?” Her eyes skated across his, in attempt to make eye contact, but soon they found themselves staring at the counter again.
“But what if it was an accident?”
“They’ll punish you anyways.”
The memory came unbidden to her, and she visibly flinched when the man in front of her leaned close and started asking questions. Cassidee was a college girl, well-educated even if it was only art school that she’d attended. It wasn’t common knowledge that she had once been in foster care, or that she had grown up in the ghetto where parents kept children for the checks they received in the mail every month. She had left that past behind when she’d been accepted to her first-choice and never thought about it again.
Now, though, she was forced to think back on those years and the lessons she’d learned. Here was a stranger, asking her about the bruise that was about as noticeable as the neon sign out front. She glanced at it, and another memory distracted her from the questions.
He stood above her, towering, his face contorted with anger. His hands twitched, as if he meant to wrap them around her neck, and somehow she knew that’s exactly what he wanted to do. She’d gone too far this time. She’d known it when the words left her lips, known what would happen when they returned home. It was a comment about his being unemployed to his parents, barely noticed even, but embarrassing to him all the same. And if she ever embarrassed him…
“I told you to keep your mouth shut! God, you know that everything that comes out of you just makes you sound stupid! You’re just a pretty face who can take pretty pictures. Everyone knows that there’s nothing inside that mind of yours, so I don’t understand why you always insist on pretending like there is!” His hands clenched into fists as he spoke, and she lifted her own in hopes of protecting herself.
“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t… I didn’t realize how it would sound. I didn’t know better. I’m sorry. I won’t ever do it again. I don’t need to talk. I know I shouldn’t.” Her voice was pleading in a way that she hoped would let him forgive her, let her walk away from this. Her words only seemed to make him angrier though, and he grabbed her by the arms and held her against the wall, her toes barely touching the floor.
The image then became too much, and she found she had tears in her eyes. “How embarrassing,” she said and tried her hardest to smile. Keep your mouth shut. It was her first and constant lesson. She would do no different here, with this stranger. “The bruise is nothing, no walls I promise. It’s Cassidee Johnson, by the way. I’m just here, traveling. I’d appreciate some food. I can pay you. And maybe you can point me in the direction of somewhere to stay?” Her eyes skated across his, in attempt to make eye contact, but soon they found themselves staring at the counter again.
Woooo :D
Cassidee looked up from her feet, surprised to see a man behind the counter. Though it may have been sexist, she had always assumed that a southern diner would be owned by some large lady with a thick accent and a personality that made everyone smile. This man certainly didn’t fit that stereotype. It made her uncomfortable to be in a place she knew nothing about, but mostly she was regretting what would happen when she finally did take the coat off and followed his advice.
Stalling, she took a moment to look around the place. It’s not that she’d never been to a diner, but the ones she had been to were just chain restaurants in disguise. That’s what you got when you lived in a city, and no one was really bothered by it. They had good waffles after all. This place, though, she could tell was the real thing. In fact, Cassi had only just noticed that it seemed like there was no one else really there. At least not as far as wait staff was concerned. It surprised her, that he would be the only one working.
After a few moments, when it was becoming painfully obvious that she had just been standing there saying nothing, Cassi did what he’d said to, and took off her backpack and coat to hang them up. As soon as the dripping thing was off, she was tempted to put it back on, but she knew that would just make her look even crazier than he thought she was at this point. Besides, she was already slicking up the tile. Her eyes stayed down as she made her way to the counter, and only when she placed both arms on the thing did it become obvious why she’d wanted to keep them covered.
A large bruise, in the shape of a hand, was located on her forearm. It was deep purple, on its way to turning green, but it would still be a week at least before it disappeared completely. The horrid thing had attracted too much attention as she was trying to leave and was the reason she’d bought the jacket in the first place. The staring was worse than the constant heat she felt with it on. In an attempt to distract Rhett, she said, “I’m Cassidee. I’m not from around here, and I’m sorry about your floors. I’d offer to clean them up for you, but then you’d think I was trying to get something for free.” Even as she was talking though, she never once looked up at him.
Stalling, she took a moment to look around the place. It’s not that she’d never been to a diner, but the ones she had been to were just chain restaurants in disguise. That’s what you got when you lived in a city, and no one was really bothered by it. They had good waffles after all. This place, though, she could tell was the real thing. In fact, Cassi had only just noticed that it seemed like there was no one else really there. At least not as far as wait staff was concerned. It surprised her, that he would be the only one working.
After a few moments, when it was becoming painfully obvious that she had just been standing there saying nothing, Cassi did what he’d said to, and took off her backpack and coat to hang them up. As soon as the dripping thing was off, she was tempted to put it back on, but she knew that would just make her look even crazier than he thought she was at this point. Besides, she was already slicking up the tile. Her eyes stayed down as she made her way to the counter, and only when she placed both arms on the thing did it become obvious why she’d wanted to keep them covered.
A large bruise, in the shape of a hand, was located on her forearm. It was deep purple, on its way to turning green, but it would still be a week at least before it disappeared completely. The horrid thing had attracted too much attention as she was trying to leave and was the reason she’d bought the jacket in the first place. The staring was worse than the constant heat she felt with it on. In an attempt to distract Rhett, she said, “I’m Cassidee. I’m not from around here, and I’m sorry about your floors. I’d offer to clean them up for you, but then you’d think I was trying to get something for free.” Even as she was talking though, she never once looked up at him.
Well I was born in Maryland. Norther Cred..? ><
Yeah... it's okay. I'm from the south, so I gotta talk like a northerner. We'll fail together xD
Aw it's cute, I didn't really describe it because I hadn't checked this yet, so yay for no contradictions.
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