ArynMae20I read the first one and half of the second one (which is the worse in the series I have been told) but I stopped because it was really boring! I'm thinking about trying to finish it after I'm done the series I am reading now (Stephen King's "Dark Tower" series, holy I am in love with these books <3) Your coworker is right, though, Cersei is more of a bitch in the books, Tyrion is also worse in the first book but after he meets Shaye he starts becoming nicer. xD
That. Is. Amazing. Holy crap, I want a toilet like that! And the mirror... it's my biggest pet peeve when the mirrors fog up when I'm showering even when I open a window or turn on the fan, so I think I need a heated mirror. It's just a must. XP As for the communal bathrooms, I think I could do that! It would depend on who I was with and the situation. It would definitely be little weird at first, though. Boo, period problems! Otherwise that sounds like it was pretty cool. What were the classes like??
The comp was great! They mark 1st, 2nd and 3rd place and everyone gets a medal of either Gold (80% or more) Silver (50% or more) and Bronze. I placed 1st with a gold for my Cabaret Solo, I also got a recognition award from the judges and a high mark for all Open Cabaret solos/duos/trios (there was five up for that award). My duo placed 1st with a silver (those two routines were the only ones in their categories, so obviously I got first. It doesn't even really count :p) which is only to be expected because it's a really silly number called "Don't Call Me [Trailer Trash]". You either love it or hate it :p The only group routine that I performed this competition placed 1st with a gold. We messed up a bunch in it so it didn't do as well as we were hoping (my cousin said she expected the routine to win the entire competition). One of my productions placed 1st with a gold and received a special award for creepiness (there was a lot wrong with that routine. We had to change and do make up backstage in like 30 seconds, I was sitting down getting my make up done and my ballet teacher was like "It's fine. It's fine, we have time." And I just laughed and said. "Nance, I'm on right now." We also were way too late at the end and had to finish the piece without music). My other production also placed 1st with a gold and we got an invite into the showcase which was awesome! My trio placed 1st with a silver, don't get me started with this one because I'll end up seeming like a snotty little bitch! Anyways, I'm gonna stop now because I could go on forever.
Edit: Bright Eyes is the best band ever <3 I love them! What type of music do you listen to?
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Ah! That episode killed me, I cried so hard and had to stop the show for a couple of minutes. (Told you I was obsessed). Ugh, Joffrey makes me so mad! He just needs to die and soon. Although I don't think the show would be the same without the character and the actual actor is a sweetheart. I can't say I very much like the girl he is suppose to marry, but her brother on the other hand omg he is such a cutie! And Cersei... there is some points when I love her and other points where I just wish she would die a slow and painful death, it's usually the latter though. xD I will admit to the fact that I have an odd adoration for Tyrion, he is so sarcastic and witty but he cares for people more then most of the other characters in the series.
I know what you mean, I use to watch Lost and even after the show started getting bad I had to still watch it just because I felt like I needed to. The only reason I stopped watching Walking Dead was because I just didn't have the time anymore. Law and Order is actually the best show ever! I'm just starting watching it from season one but I've seen a bunch of episodes from some of the later seasons. It's great! Haha, AHS can get pretty scary, actually :p I'm just a weird horror buff who absolutely loves scary things so I love the show :p I've never seen Orange is the New Black, but I heard it's really good! I might try watching it, and I'll make sure to pace myself ;)
That sounds so amazing! I've never been out of North America but I would absolutely love to travel someday. What you said about the power outages and such is really cool. There is so much bad in the world that hearing about people helping each other is so heartwarming and refreshing!
Also, you can talk your heart out about it! I want to hear more xD Why were the bathrooms so cool?? Haha.
I know what you mean, I use to watch Lost and even after the show started getting bad I had to still watch it just because I felt like I needed to. The only reason I stopped watching Walking Dead was because I just didn't have the time anymore. Law and Order is actually the best show ever! I'm just starting watching it from season one but I've seen a bunch of episodes from some of the later seasons. It's great! Haha, AHS can get pretty scary, actually :p I'm just a weird horror buff who absolutely loves scary things so I love the show :p I've never seen Orange is the New Black, but I heard it's really good! I might try watching it, and I'll make sure to pace myself ;)
That sounds so amazing! I've never been out of North America but I would absolutely love to travel someday. What you said about the power outages and such is really cool. There is so much bad in the world that hearing about people helping each other is so heartwarming and refreshing!
Also, you can talk your heart out about it! I want to hear more xD Why were the bathrooms so cool?? Haha.
With a curious glint in her eyes, Charlie made a mental note to inquire more about Mila's past. She smiled as the other girl reached a comforting hand to help steady her. Char shook her head, a piece of hair fall from her messy bun and into her eyes. "I'm so clumsy." Her laughter filled the air in the kitchen as she tucked the fallen piece of hair shyly behind her ear. "I'll be fine, just a little off this morning. It can't be anything you did." By this time she had herself up on the counter. "By the way, you can cook anytime. I suck at it, so you can take that job." Humor lit up her face and made her dainty features, which at the moment seemed a little hallow, brighten just a bit.
“I’ll see you tonight. Keep the receipt for that wine, I want to split it with you.”
Lazily saluting Char leaned back against the cabinets and kicked her legs absently. "They extra key is hanging by the door." She called, pointing towards a tacky "Home is Where the Heart Is" sign that had several small key hooks. "See ya later." Her voice faded off as the front door clicked shut and her oddly intriguing roommate disappeared behind it. Silence lingered for several long minutes later. Char's head rested against the smooth wood of the dish cabinet as she procrastinated idly. A slow, exasperated moan broke the quiet as she nimbly swung her legs off the counter and landed catlike on the tiled floor. Her socked feet cushioned the landed, muffling the thud that sounded when her feet connected with the floor and she grabbed the counter tightly to steady her fall. "Time to clean." The sarcasm dripped in her voice as she reached towards an old stereo and flicked it on. The static laced music pumped cheerfully through the kitchen, giving Charlie the energy to finally start tidying up.
It took all morning, but by the time she was done the house looked spotless. It was hard to believe that the once disorganized mess could actual look like it did now. With dishes washed and put away, magazines and books placed in their respective homes, laundry done and the entire house dusted, it looked like an entirely new place. Char had gotten her cleaning skills from her housewife of a mother who had early instilled the need-to-clean into all four of her children. Charlie had grown up doing her own laundry, keeping her own room clean, and taking shifts doing the dishes and cleaning up the rest of the house. Her parents were always well meaning, but sometimes they pushed just a little too hard; they sought perfection and Charlie just wasn't that.
After a quick shower Charlie left. It was noon at the warm autumn sun beat down on her as she walked down the sidewalk and towards her small buggy that only got use on special occasions. The ugly, yellow car was parked in the residence parking out back and was stark in contrast to the gray surroundings. It sputtered to a start, nearly giving her a heart attack as it jerked forward, ready to do it's duty. Her casual outfit wasn't exactly an eye turner as she went about her errands without much distraction. She took all of three hours to get some groceries, a new bottle of wine and a couple DVDs from the sketchy movie rental place, where the teenage boy at the counter had silently sat there without greeting. His beady green eyes following the only costumer in the store with contempt and distrust, as if she were going to steal one of the movie boxes that didn't even have disks in them.
It was a relief when she finally arrived back home, sweating slightly as she lugged her heavy bags back into the apartment. The radio still played quietly, giving the place a more lively feel as she rushed to put away the groceries. The fridge was more full then it had ever been, bringing back memories of the looming black contraption in her childhood home that was always filled with fresh fruits, vegetables, yogurt and other healthy choices that were only available at the set time of the day. Going near the fridge at any random time was completely forbidden and would result in a "time out" from her mother. The woman had been such a perfectionist, and Char just knew that she suffered from severe obsessive compulsive disorder (even though she refused to go to a therapist, even when Char and her siblings had suggested it to her). With a slight shudder Charlie shut the fridge door with a small clicking noise. Finally she was able to relax for a couple of hours.
When Mila slipped back in the door a couple hours later, Charlie was bent over her guitar. Her blond hair shielded her features as she softly sang the lyrics to "Poison Oak" by Bright Eyes. The sound filtered softly through the air as she lost herself in the music.
“I’ll see you tonight. Keep the receipt for that wine, I want to split it with you.”
Lazily saluting Char leaned back against the cabinets and kicked her legs absently. "They extra key is hanging by the door." She called, pointing towards a tacky "Home is Where the Heart Is" sign that had several small key hooks. "See ya later." Her voice faded off as the front door clicked shut and her oddly intriguing roommate disappeared behind it. Silence lingered for several long minutes later. Char's head rested against the smooth wood of the dish cabinet as she procrastinated idly. A slow, exasperated moan broke the quiet as she nimbly swung her legs off the counter and landed catlike on the tiled floor. Her socked feet cushioned the landed, muffling the thud that sounded when her feet connected with the floor and she grabbed the counter tightly to steady her fall. "Time to clean." The sarcasm dripped in her voice as she reached towards an old stereo and flicked it on. The static laced music pumped cheerfully through the kitchen, giving Charlie the energy to finally start tidying up.
It took all morning, but by the time she was done the house looked spotless. It was hard to believe that the once disorganized mess could actual look like it did now. With dishes washed and put away, magazines and books placed in their respective homes, laundry done and the entire house dusted, it looked like an entirely new place. Char had gotten her cleaning skills from her housewife of a mother who had early instilled the need-to-clean into all four of her children. Charlie had grown up doing her own laundry, keeping her own room clean, and taking shifts doing the dishes and cleaning up the rest of the house. Her parents were always well meaning, but sometimes they pushed just a little too hard; they sought perfection and Charlie just wasn't that.
After a quick shower Charlie left. It was noon at the warm autumn sun beat down on her as she walked down the sidewalk and towards her small buggy that only got use on special occasions. The ugly, yellow car was parked in the residence parking out back and was stark in contrast to the gray surroundings. It sputtered to a start, nearly giving her a heart attack as it jerked forward, ready to do it's duty. Her casual outfit wasn't exactly an eye turner as she went about her errands without much distraction. She took all of three hours to get some groceries, a new bottle of wine and a couple DVDs from the sketchy movie rental place, where the teenage boy at the counter had silently sat there without greeting. His beady green eyes following the only costumer in the store with contempt and distrust, as if she were going to steal one of the movie boxes that didn't even have disks in them.
It was a relief when she finally arrived back home, sweating slightly as she lugged her heavy bags back into the apartment. The radio still played quietly, giving the place a more lively feel as she rushed to put away the groceries. The fridge was more full then it had ever been, bringing back memories of the looming black contraption in her childhood home that was always filled with fresh fruits, vegetables, yogurt and other healthy choices that were only available at the set time of the day. Going near the fridge at any random time was completely forbidden and would result in a "time out" from her mother. The woman had been such a perfectionist, and Char just knew that she suffered from severe obsessive compulsive disorder (even though she refused to go to a therapist, even when Char and her siblings had suggested it to her). With a slight shudder Charlie shut the fridge door with a small clicking noise. Finally she was able to relax for a couple of hours.
When Mila slipped back in the door a couple hours later, Charlie was bent over her guitar. Her blond hair shielded her features as she softly sang the lyrics to "Poison Oak" by Bright Eyes. The sound filtered softly through the air as she lost herself in the music.
That is really cool, actually! And omg you were in Japan?? That must have been amazing! What was it like?
Oh, I see! I'm pretty flexible with the characters I play, although I prefer female and I don't really do fandoms either. Only two years?? You're so good! Haha, I've been at it for four or five now, I was young when I started on some other site that I can't remember now. Pirates of the Caribbean? I kinda love those movies just saying :p That must have been a fun RP!
Game of Thrones... omg I am counting down the days, you have no idea how obsessed I am. Like, it's bad. I have the biggest crush on Kit Harington (he plays Jon Snow) and Emilia Clark (Daenerys Targaryen) to the point where it's actually creepy and I'm in love <3 Oh and I also really like American Horror Story and Law and Order SVU! I use to watch Walking Dead but I haven't been following it as much recently...
Cheese Curds are basically just balls of cheese, they're amazing :p
Oh, I see! I'm pretty flexible with the characters I play, although I prefer female and I don't really do fandoms either. Only two years?? You're so good! Haha, I've been at it for four or five now, I was young when I started on some other site that I can't remember now. Pirates of the Caribbean? I kinda love those movies just saying :p That must have been a fun RP!
Game of Thrones... omg I am counting down the days, you have no idea how obsessed I am. Like, it's bad. I have the biggest crush on Kit Harington (he plays Jon Snow) and Emilia Clark (Daenerys Targaryen) to the point where it's actually creepy and I'm in love <3 Oh and I also really like American Horror Story and Law and Order SVU! I use to watch Walking Dead but I haven't been following it as much recently...
Cheese Curds are basically just balls of cheese, they're amazing :p
Char nodded, her head bobbing slightly as she kept her gaze focused on the ground. That is until she felt the light touch of her roommates fingers on her chin. She slowly let herself look up and gaze into Mila's dark eyes. “Hey, are you feeling alright? You look a little out of it… I hope I didn't keep you up too late last night.” Smiling gently Charlie shook her head, a slight, unconscious motion as she nervously tugged on her shirt. "No, I-I'm fine. Just not feeling the best this morning, I'm not use to staying up incredibly late." Crossing her arms subconsciously over her chest, she felt the slight pressure of Mila's smooth fingers release her chin. "It's really no big deal. I'll be fine in a bit." As if to prove her point, Char stretched out her arms and rolled her shoulders.
Graciously accepting the plate, Char seated herself at the island with a surprised, casual smile. "Holy. You shouldn't have, this looks delicious." With raised eyebrows she looked up at Mila through thick, dark eyelashes. "You really didn't have to make me breakfast, it was my pleasure and you can thank me in rent." The idle joke came paired with a dainty smile that floated across her lips slightly as she gathered some egg on her fork and gently took a bite. "Damn, where did you learn to cook? This is amazing!" Charlie's eyes widened as the taste of warm, peppery eggs exploded against her taste buds. It was one of the best breakfast she had ever eaten, and that included her grandmother's Christmas extravaganza that took place every year. "Yeah, I tried the whole vegetarian thing back in my hippie days in high school. It didn't last I like chicken way too much."
Charlie laughed, a genuine sound like tinkling bells, and picked up a piece of bacon. "Mm, yeah." She mumbled, trying had not to seem rude and barbaric with bad table manners. "I was planning on cleaning up some and I have a couple songs that I've been meaning to learn for a show next week." She explained after carefully chewing and swallowing her food. Sitting her chatting and making idle conversation felt almost normal, even though Mila was pretty much a complete stranger. Char felt drawn to her, like a moth to a lamp. She had an oddly captivating and interesting aura that made you want to get to know her. "I'll probably also stop by the grocery store and get some stuff." She tried to think of the last time she had actually gotten a bunch of groceries. "I've been a little negligent in that area lately..." Char breathed a slight laugh, shaking her head slowly. "If you want anything, feel free to write it down and I'll go pick it up."
Spinning around, Char hopped off the island chair and made a grab for her dishes, momentarily forgetting about the weakness in her legs. That is until she stumbled slightly, losing the grace she had just before exhibited, and was forced to grab onto the counter to support herself. "Jesus." She swore softly before glancing up at Mila and turning a fierce shade of red. "That was slightly embarrassing." She murmured with a sarcastic laugh. "Not exactly smooth on my feet." By this time she had regained her footing and was making her way towards the sink with her cleared off plate. "This was really good, by the way. You should teach me how to cook sometime." Musing softly she set her dishes in the sink for later. "Oh, and if you need any help her is my cell number." Grabbing a piece of scrap paper and a pen she scribbled the number down and held it out to Mila who was making a suggestion for later on that night.
"Oh, yes! A movie would be great," She had turned around and pulled herself up onto the counter, still not trusting her clumsy self. "And wine, duh. Any good 'night in' slash celebration wouldn't be complete without wine." She absently kicked her feet, letting her heels gently thud against the counter as she thought. "I can pick up some five dollar movies at Walmart today too." She murmured, casually talking aloud as her brain started to compose a mental list of everything she needed to do that day, starting with cleaning up the apartment. "Do you have any movie preferences?"
Graciously accepting the plate, Char seated herself at the island with a surprised, casual smile. "Holy. You shouldn't have, this looks delicious." With raised eyebrows she looked up at Mila through thick, dark eyelashes. "You really didn't have to make me breakfast, it was my pleasure and you can thank me in rent." The idle joke came paired with a dainty smile that floated across her lips slightly as she gathered some egg on her fork and gently took a bite. "Damn, where did you learn to cook? This is amazing!" Charlie's eyes widened as the taste of warm, peppery eggs exploded against her taste buds. It was one of the best breakfast she had ever eaten, and that included her grandmother's Christmas extravaganza that took place every year. "Yeah, I tried the whole vegetarian thing back in my hippie days in high school. It didn't last I like chicken way too much."
Charlie laughed, a genuine sound like tinkling bells, and picked up a piece of bacon. "Mm, yeah." She mumbled, trying had not to seem rude and barbaric with bad table manners. "I was planning on cleaning up some and I have a couple songs that I've been meaning to learn for a show next week." She explained after carefully chewing and swallowing her food. Sitting her chatting and making idle conversation felt almost normal, even though Mila was pretty much a complete stranger. Char felt drawn to her, like a moth to a lamp. She had an oddly captivating and interesting aura that made you want to get to know her. "I'll probably also stop by the grocery store and get some stuff." She tried to think of the last time she had actually gotten a bunch of groceries. "I've been a little negligent in that area lately..." Char breathed a slight laugh, shaking her head slowly. "If you want anything, feel free to write it down and I'll go pick it up."
Spinning around, Char hopped off the island chair and made a grab for her dishes, momentarily forgetting about the weakness in her legs. That is until she stumbled slightly, losing the grace she had just before exhibited, and was forced to grab onto the counter to support herself. "Jesus." She swore softly before glancing up at Mila and turning a fierce shade of red. "That was slightly embarrassing." She murmured with a sarcastic laugh. "Not exactly smooth on my feet." By this time she had regained her footing and was making her way towards the sink with her cleared off plate. "This was really good, by the way. You should teach me how to cook sometime." Musing softly she set her dishes in the sink for later. "Oh, and if you need any help her is my cell number." Grabbing a piece of scrap paper and a pen she scribbled the number down and held it out to Mila who was making a suggestion for later on that night.
"Oh, yes! A movie would be great," She had turned around and pulled herself up onto the counter, still not trusting her clumsy self. "And wine, duh. Any good 'night in' slash celebration wouldn't be complete without wine." She absently kicked her feet, letting her heels gently thud against the counter as she thought. "I can pick up some five dollar movies at Walmart today too." She murmured, casually talking aloud as her brain started to compose a mental list of everything she needed to do that day, starting with cleaning up the apartment. "Do you have any movie preferences?"
Cheese curds! That's even better then just plain cheese! xD And it really is the best thing ever! McDonalds has really good poutine, not as good as real Quebec poutine, but it's still pretty great.
Omg get one! Even if it's just for own amusement! :P
Thanks :) This is actually the first FxF I've been in, to be honest. I don't really RP based on my sexual preferences, I choose what RPs to do based on the plot, the level of writing and how compatible I think I'll be with the other person/people. What about yourself? I'm assuming that since this was your idea you're more into FxF then anything else..?
Omg get one! Even if it's just for own amusement! :P
Thanks :) This is actually the first FxF I've been in, to be honest. I don't really RP based on my sexual preferences, I choose what RPs to do based on the plot, the level of writing and how compatible I think I'll be with the other person/people. What about yourself? I'm assuming that since this was your idea you're more into FxF then anything else..?
Heyo! Just in case you come on and I'm no where to be found I just wanna let you know that I may not be on until Monday night (:
I actually do say it! Haha, my best friend and I have had conversations where almost every sentence is ended with "eh" and we don't even realize it! But I know a lot of people who don'y typically say it. To be honest I say 'like' all of the time, too. It's getting a little excessive actually but I feel that if I said 'said' instead of 'like' I'll seem way too proper. Poutine is my life, oh my god! You can't get any better then Quebec poutine with real cheese curds! If you ever get a chance to go to Old Quebec, you have to go to Ashtons!
You must buy one... my housecoat is the best piece of clothing in my wardrobe! Haha, it's about knee length with multi-colored strips and a hood. I want a full length silk one, just because that would be awesome :p To be perfectly honest, I hate all money. I just wish that everything was free just so that I didn't have to count change. I know nothing
I'm better at non-dialogue parts, which kinda sucks since this is based around character interaction/dialogue. I'm still trying to get use to RPing again, it's been a couple of years and I've honestly never done something at this caliber until recently, so I'm a little rusty :p But really, you're good at it! You're posts are always so easy to read just because your word choice/matters of correctness are always so well done! I'm super glad that I found your interest check, this is honestly one of the best RPs I'm in at the moment.
Just in case I haven't already told you, I'm at a competition all this weekend. I may be on a little bit tonight after I compete but that's probably it.
You must buy one... my housecoat is the best piece of clothing in my wardrobe! Haha, it's about knee length with multi-colored strips and a hood. I want a full length silk one, just because that would be awesome :p To be perfectly honest, I hate all money. I just wish that everything was free just so that I didn't have to count change. I know nothing
I'm better at non-dialogue parts, which kinda sucks since this is based around character interaction/dialogue. I'm still trying to get use to RPing again, it's been a couple of years and I've honestly never done something at this caliber until recently, so I'm a little rusty :p But really, you're good at it! You're posts are always so easy to read just because your word choice/matters of correctness are always so well done! I'm super glad that I found your interest check, this is honestly one of the best RPs I'm in at the moment.
Just in case I haven't already told you, I'm at a competition all this weekend. I may be on a little bit tonight after I compete but that's probably it.
In her dream Charlie was falling. Gradually at first, like she was in slow motion, travelling at a painstakingly slow rate down a winding dark tunnel that seemingly lead to nowhere. With time she picked up speed; her body went from levitating downwards to falling at full speed. The wind whipped her limbs around like they were that of a child's plaything. Her stomach clenched as she felt air playing violently with her hair, ripping at her clothes like an aggressive lover. The black abyss loomed before her and when she reached a hand blindly forward she found that she could no longer see her slender fingers because the depth of this darkness was too much. Fear overtook her body as she lashed around, hoping to find something solid, something real that she would be able to hold onto. But there was only the wind beating roughly against her face, and the feeling of the free fall as she plummeted faster and faster into the unknown.
It was one of those dreams where you didn't realize you were dreaming. It felt real as the darkness engulfed her like a throat. Maybe that's what this was. Perhaps she had been swallowed whole and was now falling through this throat and into the fatty acid of someones stomach. Or perhaps she was dead and her hell was to fall in this bottomless pit for all of eternity. Either way, Charlie was terrified. Her body was not at all her own and now belonged to this overwhelming emotion of fear and angst as she continuously plummeted downwards. It felt like forever. Forever in this formidable darkness. That is until it was shattered like a piece of glass and all of her fear drained from her body as if someone had pulled the plug in a bathtub. She could feel the emotion slide through her being, washing out of the tips of her toes as another feeling of intense pleasure took its place.
It was like being suspended in the air, dangling there as all the darkness gave way to light; bright and beautiful. She felt relaxed, comforted and, more then anything else, at peace. The tranquility was like a warm summers day on the beach. The waves lapping at your feet in slow, ceaseless cycles as the sun beat down on your skin filling you with warm pleasure. The sand bit into your skin, uncomfortable at the same time pleasant. This was what she felt as she stayed suspended in this white light that enveloped her like a blanket of satisfaction. Her entire body caught in this moment of perfection as the luminosity around her faded slowly, leaving her in the darkness again. However this time there was nothing in the dark. No falling, no beaches, just peace.
The alarm clock at Charlie's bedside table went off, pulling her awake from the deep oblivion that had taken over her. She couldn't remember last nights dream as she reached over to slap uselessly at her clock. All she had was the faintest memory of a the dark and a current feeling of weakness all through her body. She was tired, despite having slept soundlessly the entire night before, and as she dragged herself out of bed she found her legs to be feeble as the connected with the icy floors. Char groaned, pulling the loose hair elastic from her misshapen hair so that she could to pull said hair into a sloppy bun on the top of her neck. She didn't bother to look into the mirror as pulled a loose tank top and a pair of shorts from her closet to replace her warm, sweaty night clothes. Quickly she threw on the outfit, the ill-fitting clothes hanging off her thin frame, and migrating towards the smell of food that wafted from her kitchen.
It was weird, having the scent of something non-microwavable float through her house, which only ever saw real food at Christmas time when Char's sister made an appearance. Her bare feet made soft noises against the tiled floor as she came into the kitchen eyebrows raised. Her body still felt shaken and the food made her empty stomach gargle in hunger. "Oh my god that smells so good." She mumbled, opening the heavy fridge door and pulling out a cartoon of orange juice. "I knew there was a reason I liked you so much." Looking up at Mila she grinned, an expression which faltered some when she saw her roommates radiant beauty in the morning light. Charlie hadn't exactly missed Mila's beauty the night before but her over-exhausted mind must not have been able to comprehend just how gorgeous this woman actually was. Looking down and biting her lip, Charlie felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable. With a deep breath she lifted the carton in Mila's direction. "Thirsty?"
It was one of those dreams where you didn't realize you were dreaming. It felt real as the darkness engulfed her like a throat. Maybe that's what this was. Perhaps she had been swallowed whole and was now falling through this throat and into the fatty acid of someones stomach. Or perhaps she was dead and her hell was to fall in this bottomless pit for all of eternity. Either way, Charlie was terrified. Her body was not at all her own and now belonged to this overwhelming emotion of fear and angst as she continuously plummeted downwards. It felt like forever. Forever in this formidable darkness. That is until it was shattered like a piece of glass and all of her fear drained from her body as if someone had pulled the plug in a bathtub. She could feel the emotion slide through her being, washing out of the tips of her toes as another feeling of intense pleasure took its place.
It was like being suspended in the air, dangling there as all the darkness gave way to light; bright and beautiful. She felt relaxed, comforted and, more then anything else, at peace. The tranquility was like a warm summers day on the beach. The waves lapping at your feet in slow, ceaseless cycles as the sun beat down on your skin filling you with warm pleasure. The sand bit into your skin, uncomfortable at the same time pleasant. This was what she felt as she stayed suspended in this white light that enveloped her like a blanket of satisfaction. Her entire body caught in this moment of perfection as the luminosity around her faded slowly, leaving her in the darkness again. However this time there was nothing in the dark. No falling, no beaches, just peace.
The alarm clock at Charlie's bedside table went off, pulling her awake from the deep oblivion that had taken over her. She couldn't remember last nights dream as she reached over to slap uselessly at her clock. All she had was the faintest memory of a the dark and a current feeling of weakness all through her body. She was tired, despite having slept soundlessly the entire night before, and as she dragged herself out of bed she found her legs to be feeble as the connected with the icy floors. Char groaned, pulling the loose hair elastic from her misshapen hair so that she could to pull said hair into a sloppy bun on the top of her neck. She didn't bother to look into the mirror as pulled a loose tank top and a pair of shorts from her closet to replace her warm, sweaty night clothes. Quickly she threw on the outfit, the ill-fitting clothes hanging off her thin frame, and migrating towards the smell of food that wafted from her kitchen.
It was weird, having the scent of something non-microwavable float through her house, which only ever saw real food at Christmas time when Char's sister made an appearance. Her bare feet made soft noises against the tiled floor as she came into the kitchen eyebrows raised. Her body still felt shaken and the food made her empty stomach gargle in hunger. "Oh my god that smells so good." She mumbled, opening the heavy fridge door and pulling out a cartoon of orange juice. "I knew there was a reason I liked you so much." Looking up at Mila she grinned, an expression which faltered some when she saw her roommates radiant beauty in the morning light. Charlie hadn't exactly missed Mila's beauty the night before but her over-exhausted mind must not have been able to comprehend just how gorgeous this woman actually was. Looking down and biting her lip, Charlie felt incredibly exposed and vulnerable. With a deep breath she lifted the carton in Mila's direction. "Thirsty?"
I won't list all of the songs that I dance to (I usually have 15-16 competitive dances a year so there is a lot of music) but I can tell you my favorites! This year I'm dancing to "Sexy Silk" by Jessie J for my jazz solo, "Torn" and "Resolve" by Nathan Lanier (thy're mashed together for a routine called "Tempest" It's my favorite piece this season, his music is seriously an eargasm like I have a soft spot for beautiful instrumental music) and "Be Italian" from Musical Nine. You should check them all out just because they're awesome songs. Oh! Another one that I danced to last year is really good; it's called "Body Love" by Mary Lambert and every time I listen to this song I cry. Anyways, those are just a couple! I'd list them all but we may be here forever!
I don't mind you're questions, it's not like you're rude or stereotypical at all (But just so you know, I do say "eh" all the time hehe).
Quebec and Nova Scotia are really different, just so ya know! I've lived here my entire life, but I've been to Quebec a couple of times. Over there the cost of living is a lot more expensive, especially just outside Old Quebec City. But the houses are amazingly beautiful! And in Montreal the shopping is kinda great, but there is a lot of homeless; I think we've talked about this though. Here there is a lot more water, it was weird for me when I was in Montreal especially. Old Quebec City is just on the St. Lawrence river so it wasn't as weird but when I was in Montreal and Toronto it was odd being in a city that wasn't close to the water. Halifax isn't all that big in comparison to some places and almost every where you go you can see the harbor.
Whoa, really? What do you call housecoats? That's kinda crazy! You haven't really used any words that I found odd, but sometimes when I'm RPing with someone and they say something about money they'll talk about dollar bills and I'm like.. whoa wait? I'm just so use to coins!
Also, you're a really good writer, just so you know! I love your posts :)
I don't mind you're questions, it's not like you're rude or stereotypical at all (But just so you know, I do say "eh" all the time hehe).
Quebec and Nova Scotia are really different, just so ya know! I've lived here my entire life, but I've been to Quebec a couple of times. Over there the cost of living is a lot more expensive, especially just outside Old Quebec City. But the houses are amazingly beautiful! And in Montreal the shopping is kinda great, but there is a lot of homeless; I think we've talked about this though. Here there is a lot more water, it was weird for me when I was in Montreal especially. Old Quebec City is just on the St. Lawrence river so it wasn't as weird but when I was in Montreal and Toronto it was odd being in a city that wasn't close to the water. Halifax isn't all that big in comparison to some places and almost every where you go you can see the harbor.
Whoa, really? What do you call housecoats? That's kinda crazy! You haven't really used any words that I found odd, but sometimes when I'm RPing with someone and they say something about money they'll talk about dollar bills and I'm like.. whoa wait? I'm just so use to coins!
Also, you're a really good writer, just so you know! I love your posts :)
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