Okay, cool. I feel like posting order is restricting sometimes.
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Stranger Things is soooo goooood
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Mondays and Wednesdays get a bad rep. It's actually Tuesday that is the worst weekday.
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Writing down an idea you're not happy with is the hardest thing, but you just gotta do it, because then it builds up and improves and the floodgates open.
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Man, I hate spring a whoooole lot.
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Ever hypnotize yourself with your own avatar? IT'S HAPPENING TO ME RIGHT NOW
Bio
Personal:
Female, 24. I live in the tundra. If I list my interests, I'll break the character limit.
Writing/RPing:
I prefer realistic settings, but I can be pliable. Not big on Fandom RPs unless it's one I'm really into. No anime either. I'm kinda picky in general. RPing is pretty much the only way I can write. I can't think up plots, so I wouldn't make a good GM I think. Maybe in the future. For me writing is like doodling; it's a creative release, but I'm not an artist. I'm not great at writing romance either, and I refuse to write sex scenes with any more detail than 'tastefully fade to black'.
Availability:
I work full time, but I should still have time for RPing. Illness doesn't stop me, and if I can't get a post up I will say so in the OOC. Thursdays are out.
Roleplays I'm currently in
Wink Murder
Wolf Manor
Old Guild
Silent Hill RPG
Hüeller Morgann
Female, 24. I live in the tundra. If I list my interests, I'll break the character limit.
Writing/RPing:
I prefer realistic settings, but I can be pliable. Not big on Fandom RPs unless it's one I'm really into. No anime either. I'm kinda picky in general. RPing is pretty much the only way I can write. I can't think up plots, so I wouldn't make a good GM I think. Maybe in the future. For me writing is like doodling; it's a creative release, but I'm not an artist. I'm not great at writing romance either, and I refuse to write sex scenes with any more detail than 'tastefully fade to black'.
Availability:
I work full time, but I should still have time for RPing. Illness doesn't stop me, and if I can't get a post up I will say so in the OOC. Thursdays are out.
Roleplays I'm currently in
Wink Murder
Wolf Manor
Old Guild
Silent Hill RPG
Hüeller Morgann
Most Recent Posts
Huzzah, I'm done! *collapses* I'm gonna go eat something now.
Alexandre was starting to regret not choosing to settle down somewhere colder.
The sun beat down on him and his heavy leather jacket as he walked down the street. He hated his jacket, but it was the only one that hid his wings. The smell of leather, the texture, and the thought of wearing skin disgusted him. Coupled with the heat of day, it was doing him no favors. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't take it off, not in front of people. He had been walking for some time since he had left the art gallery. It wasn't aimless wandering; he had been looking for a safe place to lay low and return to stone for the night. He was only a few hours away from not having a choice in the matter.
As Alexandre drifted to the right slightly, his right foot made a dull impact against a bright red newspaper dispenser. He blinked, remembering that he hadn't bought one today. The newspaper was old-fashioned, but Alex always made sure to buy one everyday. It was simply what he was used to.
Paying for the paper and retrieving it from the stand, Alexandre decided that he simply couldn't read through it in this heat. He craned his neck around, looking for somewhere, anywhere, that had air conditioning. The closest store's sign stood out. It read: Maverick's Toys. Good enough. Hopefully there weren't any kids to accidentally terrify inside.
As he stepped through the doors, cool air washed over Alex like a tidal wave of comfort, punctuated by the ringing of a bell above the door. He took a deep breath and surveyed the place. Not too crowded; some employees and customers hanging around, but not as much as he would like. More people made it easier to blend in, and he was loitering after all. Alex, grinding his teeth, picked an aisle and started to flip through the paper, making sure to pretend to look through the products if someone came by. He skipped everything else to find the classifieds, he could read the news later. What mattered now was finding somewhere to stay, maybe even for a few weeks if he was lucky.
He had no luck at first. Everything seemed far out of his price range, and nothing seedy enough to let him stay the first night free. He was about to give up when he saw a strange little ad tucked in the bottom corner of the page. Reading through it, it seemed like a joke. A joke that was too good to be true. It was very close to his new place of employment, and the price was right but the wording was strange...'Supernatural'? There was no way that it was actually catering to the unnatural. Alexandre had never met another non-human before. Clearly it was just some people with a strange sense of humor.
It was a long shot, but he had to take the chance. He quickly grabbed a small box of markers from the arts and crafts section and took them to the checkout. After he payed for them with what little money he had left, he both circled the advertisement and wrote the address quickly in his notepad. Unbeknownst to Alex, the classifieds section of the paper had fallen out of his hands and onto the floor. After thanking the cashier, he shoved both the markers and the rest of the paper into his backpack, walking quickly out of the store and heading back to the address he wrote down. If this worked out, it could make his life considerably easier.
The sun bared down on him again. God, he missed his old caped greatcoat.
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It wasn't long before Alexandre reached the place, though for him every minute counted. He still had some time before he had to rest, but he could feel it approaching. Relief rushed through him as he double checked his notebook, making sure that it was the right place. Out in front he saw a group of three people enjoying the very weather that was still wearing him down. Two women and a man were deep in conversation and apparently enjoying a drink together.
Alexandre cleared his throat and stepped towards them slowly. “Excuse me? I'm here about the rooms? I saw it in the paper...” He held up the newspaper he had bought earlier, but noticed with some embarrassment that he had lost the classifieds section. “...but I misplaced the ad, apparently.”
The sun beat down on him and his heavy leather jacket as he walked down the street. He hated his jacket, but it was the only one that hid his wings. The smell of leather, the texture, and the thought of wearing skin disgusted him. Coupled with the heat of day, it was doing him no favors. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't take it off, not in front of people. He had been walking for some time since he had left the art gallery. It wasn't aimless wandering; he had been looking for a safe place to lay low and return to stone for the night. He was only a few hours away from not having a choice in the matter.
As Alexandre drifted to the right slightly, his right foot made a dull impact against a bright red newspaper dispenser. He blinked, remembering that he hadn't bought one today. The newspaper was old-fashioned, but Alex always made sure to buy one everyday. It was simply what he was used to.
Paying for the paper and retrieving it from the stand, Alexandre decided that he simply couldn't read through it in this heat. He craned his neck around, looking for somewhere, anywhere, that had air conditioning. The closest store's sign stood out. It read: Maverick's Toys. Good enough. Hopefully there weren't any kids to accidentally terrify inside.
As he stepped through the doors, cool air washed over Alex like a tidal wave of comfort, punctuated by the ringing of a bell above the door. He took a deep breath and surveyed the place. Not too crowded; some employees and customers hanging around, but not as much as he would like. More people made it easier to blend in, and he was loitering after all. Alex, grinding his teeth, picked an aisle and started to flip through the paper, making sure to pretend to look through the products if someone came by. He skipped everything else to find the classifieds, he could read the news later. What mattered now was finding somewhere to stay, maybe even for a few weeks if he was lucky.
He had no luck at first. Everything seemed far out of his price range, and nothing seedy enough to let him stay the first night free. He was about to give up when he saw a strange little ad tucked in the bottom corner of the page. Reading through it, it seemed like a joke. A joke that was too good to be true. It was very close to his new place of employment, and the price was right but the wording was strange...'Supernatural'? There was no way that it was actually catering to the unnatural. Alexandre had never met another non-human before. Clearly it was just some people with a strange sense of humor.
It was a long shot, but he had to take the chance. He quickly grabbed a small box of markers from the arts and crafts section and took them to the checkout. After he payed for them with what little money he had left, he both circled the advertisement and wrote the address quickly in his notepad. Unbeknownst to Alex, the classifieds section of the paper had fallen out of his hands and onto the floor. After thanking the cashier, he shoved both the markers and the rest of the paper into his backpack, walking quickly out of the store and heading back to the address he wrote down. If this worked out, it could make his life considerably easier.
The sun bared down on him again. God, he missed his old caped greatcoat.
_______
It wasn't long before Alexandre reached the place, though for him every minute counted. He still had some time before he had to rest, but he could feel it approaching. Relief rushed through him as he double checked his notebook, making sure that it was the right place. Out in front he saw a group of three people enjoying the very weather that was still wearing him down. Two women and a man were deep in conversation and apparently enjoying a drink together.
Alexandre cleared his throat and stepped towards them slowly. “Excuse me? I'm here about the rooms? I saw it in the paper...” He held up the newspaper he had bought earlier, but noticed with some embarrassment that he had lost the classifieds section. “...but I misplaced the ad, apparently.”
XD Alexandre has no idea what he's getting into...
I'll try to work on my next post now but I do have company coming over later. I might be done with it later or it may have to wait til tomorrow, depends on how fast I type.
Are we doing a posting order by the way?
I'll try to work on my next post now but I do have company coming over later. I might be done with it later or it may have to wait til tomorrow, depends on how fast I type.
Are we doing a posting order by the way?
Muahaha...tension is fun to roleplay, even more fun to roleplay than characters getting along constantly. It's better when relationships change in an RP I think.
I listen to classical too. Depends on the RP. Not opera though, singing distracts me from what I'm actually writing. That and I'm not a big fan of opera.
I usually listen to movie soundtracks.
Alexandre, a centuries old barely human beast who had lived through violent era after violent era, sat nervously waiting, fearful of the job interview that would surely begin soon. His folded up wings twitched anxiously under the heavy jacket that concealed them as he glanced at the clock for what seemed like the hundredth time.
He wasn't sure what had attracted him to the art gallery in the first place, or even why he chose to try and get a job as a security guard of all things. Perhaps it was part of his nature, if things like him even had a certain nature to begin with. The lobby of the gallery was quiet, but not empty. Some people meandered by Alex and the bench he was sitting on, often giving him a second curious glance or purposefully avoiding eye contact altogether. It was his face. He could conceal his wings and his feet but he couldn't hide his face. It didn't bother him all that much, though. After ninety-four years of living amongst humans, Alexandre had gotten used to it. He shifted in his seat again, lifting his backpack up to his lap.
A nearby door labeled 'Employees Only' flew open with a bang as a gruff older man stepped out of it. The man looked around the lobby impatiently, quickly spotting Alexandre and approaching him. As Alex stood up to greet him, the man sized him up, eyes traveling from feet to head quizzically. After a moment, the man stuck his hand out to shake and asked, “Alex, right? You're here for the security guard position?”
“That's right.” Alex said, shaking the man's hand with pent up energy.
“Got it, I'm Jim. Well, we could certainly use an extra pair of...” The older man's brow furrowed at Alex's handshake. He looked down at the appendage and muttered an end to his sentence. “...hands.”
“Birth defect.” Alexandre half-explained and half-lied, releasing his grip. “Got it in the feet, too.” They both looked down at his shoes, which were too long and too wide. In truth, they hid his monstrous feet which would never look normal no matter how often he filed down the claw-like nails. The extra claw coming out of the back of his heel was great for balancing, but not so great for normalcy. “I always have to get shoes special ordered.”
“Oh, okay, gotcha.” Jim laughed, sounding relieved. “I thought you worked part time as a clown, or something.” He motioned for Alex to follow him as he started walking towards the employee door, no doubt leading him to an office where they could speak in private.
“And wore the shoes to a job interview?” Alex questioned, following the man obediently.
“Hey, you'd be surprised. Sometimes I feel like they've got me running a circus, or at least the freak show. I swear I've got a few narcoleptics on the roster.” Jim complained, opening the door for Alex before stepping through himself.
“Well, I don't think I would've made a good clown anyway.” Alexandre said, trying to fill the empty air with useless words.
Jim snorted in agreement before they reached another door. Inside was a brightly lit but unsightly office, with a desk covered in loose papers, one of which Alex recognized as his application. “Take a seat then, Alex.” Jim said, gesturing to a thin office chair across from the desk. Self conscious, the man started half-heartedly moving some of the papers around in an attempt to clear up the desk. “Sorry 'bout the mess.”
“It's no problem.” Alexandre assured, sitting down carefully in the small chair, not wanting to strain it with his bulk.
“Okay then, now, here's the thing.” Jim sat down at last, moving the job application to the center of the desk. “Your paperwork here is a bit...funky.”
“Funky.” Alex stated rather than asked. He knew perfectly well there were problems with it.
“Yeah, I mean,” He tapped the paper with his pen, pointing to each issue. “I mean, no social security number, no references to speak of, not even an address, and I can barely read your surname here...” Jim squinted at the scribble.
“It's Babineaux.” Alexandre swallowed uncomfortably, his mouth dry at the sound of Lucrèce's name. Perhaps he shouldn't have used it and made one up instead.
Jim shook his head disbelievingly. “Look, I gotta say, if we had more applications than this, then I woulda threw this one out the second I saw it. But yours is the only one to come by to be honest, so I'm grasping at straws here. I just need an explanation, is all. I mean, why no social security number? And what's with the backpack? “ Jim gestured at the bag next to Alex, which sat on the floor like an elephant in the room. “You're too old to be a student.”
“I'm not a student, it's just that...” Alex wracked his brain for an explanation.
“Looks pretty heavy.” Jim said frankly, leaning over his desk to get a better look at it.
“Well, to be honest, I keep everything I am in that bag.”
“What, you mean...homeless?” Jim asked, arching an eyebrow.
“For now. Until I can get some money.” Alexandre said confidently, even though he was making this up as he went along.
“...And the social security number?” Jim asked slowly. Before Alex could muster up an excuse, Jim provided one for him. “Oh...I get it. You don't like the system, do ya? Avoiding Big Brother?”
Alexandre laughed, but tried not to show too many of his teeth. “Yep. You got it. We have rights, you know?”
Jim nodded, satisfied and proud of his deductive abilities. “That we do. Well, it's a bit fishy but we're really short handed right now. I wouldn't normally do this...” he scratched his head as Alex listened in anticipation. “...plus it's gonna take some doin' to pay you when you don't have a number and all. Might take some explaining to the boss...or lack of explaining, more like...”
“So...” Alex started, clenching his hands anxiously.
“I guess what I'm saying is...” Jim began, thinking carefully. Then he looked up at Alexandre and asked, “...when can ya start?”
Alex stood up quickly in excitement and shook Jim's hand again enthusiastically. “Whenever you like.”
“Day after tomorrow. Hell, come on in sometime tomorrow anyway and I'll show you around the place, let you meet some of the folks.” Jim grinned, though he was visibly disturbed by the gargoyle's touch again. Alexandre nodded in understanding as his new boss showed him out.
Once he left the building and was greeted by the cooling air, Alexandre took a deep breath and slipped his bag onto his shoulders. People walked by him like they always did, and nothing looked different, but to him it felt like a new world. It was time to feel normal again.
He wasn't sure what had attracted him to the art gallery in the first place, or even why he chose to try and get a job as a security guard of all things. Perhaps it was part of his nature, if things like him even had a certain nature to begin with. The lobby of the gallery was quiet, but not empty. Some people meandered by Alex and the bench he was sitting on, often giving him a second curious glance or purposefully avoiding eye contact altogether. It was his face. He could conceal his wings and his feet but he couldn't hide his face. It didn't bother him all that much, though. After ninety-four years of living amongst humans, Alexandre had gotten used to it. He shifted in his seat again, lifting his backpack up to his lap.
A nearby door labeled 'Employees Only' flew open with a bang as a gruff older man stepped out of it. The man looked around the lobby impatiently, quickly spotting Alexandre and approaching him. As Alex stood up to greet him, the man sized him up, eyes traveling from feet to head quizzically. After a moment, the man stuck his hand out to shake and asked, “Alex, right? You're here for the security guard position?”
“That's right.” Alex said, shaking the man's hand with pent up energy.
“Got it, I'm Jim. Well, we could certainly use an extra pair of...” The older man's brow furrowed at Alex's handshake. He looked down at the appendage and muttered an end to his sentence. “...hands.”
“Birth defect.” Alexandre half-explained and half-lied, releasing his grip. “Got it in the feet, too.” They both looked down at his shoes, which were too long and too wide. In truth, they hid his monstrous feet which would never look normal no matter how often he filed down the claw-like nails. The extra claw coming out of the back of his heel was great for balancing, but not so great for normalcy. “I always have to get shoes special ordered.”
“Oh, okay, gotcha.” Jim laughed, sounding relieved. “I thought you worked part time as a clown, or something.” He motioned for Alex to follow him as he started walking towards the employee door, no doubt leading him to an office where they could speak in private.
“And wore the shoes to a job interview?” Alex questioned, following the man obediently.
“Hey, you'd be surprised. Sometimes I feel like they've got me running a circus, or at least the freak show. I swear I've got a few narcoleptics on the roster.” Jim complained, opening the door for Alex before stepping through himself.
“Well, I don't think I would've made a good clown anyway.” Alexandre said, trying to fill the empty air with useless words.
Jim snorted in agreement before they reached another door. Inside was a brightly lit but unsightly office, with a desk covered in loose papers, one of which Alex recognized as his application. “Take a seat then, Alex.” Jim said, gesturing to a thin office chair across from the desk. Self conscious, the man started half-heartedly moving some of the papers around in an attempt to clear up the desk. “Sorry 'bout the mess.”
“It's no problem.” Alexandre assured, sitting down carefully in the small chair, not wanting to strain it with his bulk.
“Okay then, now, here's the thing.” Jim sat down at last, moving the job application to the center of the desk. “Your paperwork here is a bit...funky.”
“Funky.” Alex stated rather than asked. He knew perfectly well there were problems with it.
“Yeah, I mean,” He tapped the paper with his pen, pointing to each issue. “I mean, no social security number, no references to speak of, not even an address, and I can barely read your surname here...” Jim squinted at the scribble.
“It's Babineaux.” Alexandre swallowed uncomfortably, his mouth dry at the sound of Lucrèce's name. Perhaps he shouldn't have used it and made one up instead.
Jim shook his head disbelievingly. “Look, I gotta say, if we had more applications than this, then I woulda threw this one out the second I saw it. But yours is the only one to come by to be honest, so I'm grasping at straws here. I just need an explanation, is all. I mean, why no social security number? And what's with the backpack? “ Jim gestured at the bag next to Alex, which sat on the floor like an elephant in the room. “You're too old to be a student.”
“I'm not a student, it's just that...” Alex wracked his brain for an explanation.
“Looks pretty heavy.” Jim said frankly, leaning over his desk to get a better look at it.
“Well, to be honest, I keep everything I am in that bag.”
“What, you mean...homeless?” Jim asked, arching an eyebrow.
“For now. Until I can get some money.” Alexandre said confidently, even though he was making this up as he went along.
“...And the social security number?” Jim asked slowly. Before Alex could muster up an excuse, Jim provided one for him. “Oh...I get it. You don't like the system, do ya? Avoiding Big Brother?”
Alexandre laughed, but tried not to show too many of his teeth. “Yep. You got it. We have rights, you know?”
Jim nodded, satisfied and proud of his deductive abilities. “That we do. Well, it's a bit fishy but we're really short handed right now. I wouldn't normally do this...” he scratched his head as Alex listened in anticipation. “...plus it's gonna take some doin' to pay you when you don't have a number and all. Might take some explaining to the boss...or lack of explaining, more like...”
“So...” Alex started, clenching his hands anxiously.
“I guess what I'm saying is...” Jim began, thinking carefully. Then he looked up at Alexandre and asked, “...when can ya start?”
Alex stood up quickly in excitement and shook Jim's hand again enthusiastically. “Whenever you like.”
“Day after tomorrow. Hell, come on in sometime tomorrow anyway and I'll show you around the place, let you meet some of the folks.” Jim grinned, though he was visibly disturbed by the gargoyle's touch again. Alexandre nodded in understanding as his new boss showed him out.
Once he left the building and was greeted by the cooling air, Alexandre took a deep breath and slipped his bag onto his shoulders. People walked by him like they always did, and nothing looked different, but to him it felt like a new world. It was time to feel normal again.
I'm getting near done with mine. I'll have it up in a jiffy.
Awesome posts guys. One more question Weaver, then I'm done I swear. What kind of building does Juju work in? Is it like an art gallery or a bank or something?
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