I don't mind sharing rooms. It's easy for me to edit a second bed into my post.
Arreyis
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The Crafty Dwarf
STATUS: I have finished THREE projects in the last two weeks. Where did all this motivation come from? The light bill. 6 yrs ago
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I have finished THREE projects in the last two weeks. Where did all this motivation come from? The light bill.
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6 yrs ago
Tired of nasty weather. Can we got back to last week when it was super nice outside?
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6 yrs ago
Really tired of having to work through migraines. I want to tell my body, "I have shit to do, let the damn meds work!"
6 yrs ago
I feel so accomplished! Just set the bar for largest custom crochet project I've taken since I began crocheting for profit 3 years ago. They didn't even bat an eye at my quote!!
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6 yrs ago
Listening to 90's/00's alternative rock. The nostalgia is heavy today.
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I'm an almost-30-year old yarn artist. Mother of two sweet daughters. Wife of an amazing Hubs who basically lets me do whatever I want.
I crochet little things like the owl in my thumbnail, and big things too like four foot long bears with heart shaped feet. ^-^
I do commissions for crochet, just send me a pic or an idea and I will make it work.
I crochet little things like the owl in my thumbnail, and big things too like four foot long bears with heart shaped feet. ^-^
I do commissions for crochet, just send me a pic or an idea and I will make it work.
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Aww, congrats Haeo! Hope everything is going well!
Ryanne made her way down the stairs as the other students were discussing going to the Kappa pool. 'Not on your life.' She thought to herself. It would be just her luck they'd get caught and she'd get into trouble on her first real day at the school.
She went into the kitchen just as Deborah was offering a taste of something that smelled like beans to one of the others, probably Alexandria by her position. She made her way to the fridge and managed to find some berries, apples and grapes, and decided to make herself a simple fruit salad. 'Now to locate some bowls...'
This would be tougher for her, as since she wasn't used to this kitchen it would take a while for her to remember where things were. She started opening cabinets and feeling around. In the second cabinet she found the plates, and to the right she found some small cereal bowls. 'That'll work.' She carefully pulled one out and set it on the counter, then opened what she thought smelled similar to blackberries and blueberries and placed a handful of each in the bowl, putting the apple on top. She preferred her apples cut, but she wasn't in the mood to search for cutlery.
She put the remaining berries back in the fridge, then stood at the counter and began eating slowly, listening to her peers and thinking out her plan for the following day.
She went into the kitchen just as Deborah was offering a taste of something that smelled like beans to one of the others, probably Alexandria by her position. She made her way to the fridge and managed to find some berries, apples and grapes, and decided to make herself a simple fruit salad. 'Now to locate some bowls...'
This would be tougher for her, as since she wasn't used to this kitchen it would take a while for her to remember where things were. She started opening cabinets and feeling around. In the second cabinet she found the plates, and to the right she found some small cereal bowls. 'That'll work.' She carefully pulled one out and set it on the counter, then opened what she thought smelled similar to blackberries and blueberries and placed a handful of each in the bowl, putting the apple on top. She preferred her apples cut, but she wasn't in the mood to search for cutlery.
She put the remaining berries back in the fridge, then stood at the counter and began eating slowly, listening to her peers and thinking out her plan for the following day.
@Krytavius Just like in real life, the characters are all different woth different perceptions. I'd leave it.
Sorry for any typos. I'm on my phone right now. I'll edit any out when I get to my pc. ^-^
Ryanne listened politely to all the introductions, but when the one who didn't actually introduce himself threatened George she paled, then went hot with anger. Who was he to act like such an ass? They were all first year students, and whether he liked it or not they were stuck together. He might as well get over his high and mighty attitude.
Still, she didn't say anything, merely whistled for George who came directly to her side his nails clinking on the floor.
"It was nice meeting you all. We're going to get settled in." She wasn't sure if they were done introducing themselves or not, but she was certainly done listening. Her stomach was growling, and so was George's, and she needed to feed them both. "Let's find our things George."
He lead her upstairs, up the magenta carpet, as he could smell his food with her belongings. She took the steps with one hand on the railing and the other on George's halter, though she could have gone without him. Stairs were fairly easy as long as you could maintain balance. They found their room easily, her bags marked with brass tags written in both standard english and brail. The smell of George's dog food made it easy to identify without needing to read it though.
She pulled the big bag upright and used the string pull to open the bag, then dug inside her carefully packed trunk to find his dishes. She filled one with food and left George alone to.find the bathroom. This too was easy to find by the smell of water, the sound of the pipes below the floor.
"Well, this should be interesting at least." She fully expected to be removed one way or another from the school before completion. She was smart, she was able to do for herself, but she was still blind, and more than once she had considered herself and George to be a hindrance more than a help. Ryanne was grateful for the experience though, as it broke through the boredom of Midland-Odessa.
She filled the second bowl with water from the tap and walked carefully back to the room. Placing it next to George, she gave him a few pats on the back and then explored her room. A bed, situated across from a large window. She assumed there was probably a decent view of the forest from here, though she couldn't appreciate it. A dresser and wardrobe, near the window but offset from the bed. To the right of the door she found a desk with a computer and headset. The keyboard she discovered was in brail, and the headset had little marks for left and right, both very considerate of whomever had set up her room.
She sighed as she listened to George eat, it was one of the least pleasant experiences of her existence. Listening to George gobble his food was like nails on a chalkboard for her.
"I'm going downstairs George. You stay here." She said, then went to make her way downstairs to find something to eat. She had smelled apples, and fruit sounded delicious.
Still, she didn't say anything, merely whistled for George who came directly to her side his nails clinking on the floor.
"It was nice meeting you all. We're going to get settled in." She wasn't sure if they were done introducing themselves or not, but she was certainly done listening. Her stomach was growling, and so was George's, and she needed to feed them both. "Let's find our things George."
He lead her upstairs, up the magenta carpet, as he could smell his food with her belongings. She took the steps with one hand on the railing and the other on George's halter, though she could have gone without him. Stairs were fairly easy as long as you could maintain balance. They found their room easily, her bags marked with brass tags written in both standard english and brail. The smell of George's dog food made it easy to identify without needing to read it though.
She pulled the big bag upright and used the string pull to open the bag, then dug inside her carefully packed trunk to find his dishes. She filled one with food and left George alone to.find the bathroom. This too was easy to find by the smell of water, the sound of the pipes below the floor.
"Well, this should be interesting at least." She fully expected to be removed one way or another from the school before completion. She was smart, she was able to do for herself, but she was still blind, and more than once she had considered herself and George to be a hindrance more than a help. Ryanne was grateful for the experience though, as it broke through the boredom of Midland-Odessa.
She filled the second bowl with water from the tap and walked carefully back to the room. Placing it next to George, she gave him a few pats on the back and then explored her room. A bed, situated across from a large window. She assumed there was probably a decent view of the forest from here, though she couldn't appreciate it. A dresser and wardrobe, near the window but offset from the bed. To the right of the door she found a desk with a computer and headset. The keyboard she discovered was in brail, and the headset had little marks for left and right, both very considerate of whomever had set up her room.
She sighed as she listened to George eat, it was one of the least pleasant experiences of her existence. Listening to George gobble his food was like nails on a chalkboard for her.
"I'm going downstairs George. You stay here." She said, then went to make her way downstairs to find something to eat. She had smelled apples, and fruit sounded delicious.
"So he's told me." She said, "He's been very adamant that another of his kind may not have accepted so quickly." She stretched her arms and stood up, then almost immediately sat back down, her side flaring slightly with pain.
"I'd almost rather crash on your sofa, I'm so tired I'm not sure I can make it outside." She said.
"I'd almost rather crash on your sofa, I'm so tired I'm not sure I can make it outside." She said.
Ryanne pulled George out from behind her, and faced the boy. "I appreciate that, but I doubt..." She stopped as the sound stopped and a few gasps emanated from the crowd. Speaking with a heavy Japanese accent she heard Yasue tell them that there was no danger, and then give them a rundown of what they could and couldn't do. He also told them that a man named Beauregard would take them to their residences.
"Well, no class 'til Tuesday, that's good." She said aloud. Having come from a heavily southern American town, her own accent was fairly thick normally, but around strangers she tried to minimize it. She winced when 'Tuesday' came out sounding like 'Tuesdee'. "I suppose I'll follow you to Mr. Beauregard."
She followed the boy and the rest of the first year students to Beauregard, and then followed his giant-sounding footsteps to a house. She could tell the place was fairly large by the buzzing of electronics it put off. It was nearly as loud as her own home, though she guessed this one was only two or three stories compared to her home's five. When they entered the house, it was well lit, giving her slight vision where the darkness outside had given her nothing. She let George's halter go, allowing him to stretch his legs after the long boat ride and waiting at the dock.
"So, should we do the introductions now? Or should we just save it until we get some rest first?" This was a girl's voice, about three feet in front of her. From her shadow she was taller than Ryanne, though not by much, and she was facing them with her hands on her hips.
Ryanne sighed, this was a moment she usually dreaded; getting to know her peers. She was awkward in social situations and preferred for other people to do most of the talking. She figured though, if she were to get to her room and some food quickly she might as well get it over with.
She pointed towards George's shadow, where he lay on the floor to her left. "That's George, he's a service dog. No treats, no scratchies if he's working, and whatever you do, don't call him pretty. He hates that. Also, don't get too close to me when he's around without saying hello to him, he'll bite you. I'm Ryanne."
George lifted his head as if to acknowledge that she was talking about him, then lay back down and huffed out a big sigh. He was exhausted, and hungry, and Ryanne had yet to tell him to go find their things so she could feed him.
"Well, no class 'til Tuesday, that's good." She said aloud. Having come from a heavily southern American town, her own accent was fairly thick normally, but around strangers she tried to minimize it. She winced when 'Tuesday' came out sounding like 'Tuesdee'. "I suppose I'll follow you to Mr. Beauregard."
She followed the boy and the rest of the first year students to Beauregard, and then followed his giant-sounding footsteps to a house. She could tell the place was fairly large by the buzzing of electronics it put off. It was nearly as loud as her own home, though she guessed this one was only two or three stories compared to her home's five. When they entered the house, it was well lit, giving her slight vision where the darkness outside had given her nothing. She let George's halter go, allowing him to stretch his legs after the long boat ride and waiting at the dock.
"So, should we do the introductions now? Or should we just save it until we get some rest first?" This was a girl's voice, about three feet in front of her. From her shadow she was taller than Ryanne, though not by much, and she was facing them with her hands on her hips.
Ryanne sighed, this was a moment she usually dreaded; getting to know her peers. She was awkward in social situations and preferred for other people to do most of the talking. She figured though, if she were to get to her room and some food quickly she might as well get it over with.
She pointed towards George's shadow, where he lay on the floor to her left. "That's George, he's a service dog. No treats, no scratchies if he's working, and whatever you do, don't call him pretty. He hates that. Also, don't get too close to me when he's around without saying hello to him, he'll bite you. I'm Ryanne."
George lifted his head as if to acknowledge that she was talking about him, then lay back down and huffed out a big sigh. He was exhausted, and hungry, and Ryanne had yet to tell him to go find their things so she could feed him.
*pokes the rp* is it... Is it dead?
Tbh guys, this is going a bit slow for me. I can't keep Sylina in my head to play her if I'm not making a post at least every other day.
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