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I'd like to preface again that I do not roleplay with people that only roleplay one gender. Thank you, all!
Still looking!
Hello, all. I'm Hannah. After a year and a half hiatus from the site, I've been poking around, but I'm really trying to get back into the swing of things here. I'd love to have a hoard of new roleplays. I have very few rules, and am fairly open-minded when it comes to genres, so long as I can jive with it. For the sake of organization, I've categorized everything. Read on!





Thanks for sticking it out. I hope to hear from you~
Just got back from vacation and definitely looking again!

Still looking!
Hello, all! If you creep on my member information, you'll see that I've been offline for a little over a year. After a hectic three-hundred and something days, I'm back on the grid and would love some fresh roleplays. Really, I'm open to almost anything; all I want is something that's going to draw me in and throw me for a loop. If you'd like something to go off of, however, I've got lots of ideas listed on my site, most of which I've backed up with plots (which are available upon request). Whether you want to suggest something to me or you want to hear about some of my ideas, it doesn't matter; either way, I hope to hear from you!

Now, click the following link for all of my information: beguiled.webs.com.

P.S.: Yes, I do roleplay over RPG.
THANK GOD I thought RPG was going offline for a couple of months like last time, and I was like REALLY. xD
While Tzich spoke, she stared down at her right hand. It twitched, currents of adrenaline still thrumming in her fingers. Whenever she raised her hand for closer inspection, it shook, but from what she could see there was no evidence of the ravenous black talons that had been there before. They were very human. However, the foul odor from permeating the dog’s muscle and skin certainly wasn’t. It smelled like week-old Indian food wrapped in vinegar and old fish. That wasn’t leaving anytime soon.

She was going to ask what had happened, how she could keep it from happening again, but he brought up a much more important point. Her eyes widened and she nearly choked on her own breath.

“What?” she sat forward more and eyed him like the madman he was. “You never fucking mentioned that! Jesus, I just thought you meant ‘Hey, don’t touch that dog, it’s gross.’ And I thought ‘No shit, Sherlock,’ but you neglected to mention the whole venomous thing.”

It was then that she realized that the pack of gum was solid, like a rock. She made a face and picked it up, but her hands weren’t very responsive. Her hand let go as soon as she’d grabbed it, shaking immensely. “What’s with the pack of gum? Better yet, let’s talk cures.”
Slowly she rocked back to sit on her behind, then she slumped back against a neighboring brick wall. Her lips pressed into a frown and her eyebrows knitted together uncertainly.

In her hand, the knife stayed. Tremors came into her wrists, subtle but determined, and the dull blade fell to the concrete with a small clang. Shakily, she lifted her hands up to her face and she rubbed it. Beneath her skin, her muscles unleashed thousands of spasms, only slightly visible beneath her clothes. Carly tried to regain her composure, but she was lost at sea and she’d left it at shore.

“Exhausted,” she muttered, one knee brought up and her elbow propped on top of it. Her fingers splayed over the top of her brow and she looked at him from the corner of her eye. “I’ve got a headache. I feel like a fucking diabetic or something.” Waiting for the sugar spike, for her insulin to come in and soothe her wild nerves. Unfortunately, it didn’t come. Blood trickled down her forearm and on the left side of her head, where’d she’d been clipped.
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