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7 mos ago
Current in less than a week, kenny committed a double homicide on the same person. thoughts and prayers
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6 yrs ago
"I don't attract what I want, I attract what I am. Dead as the bees buzzing inside my head." MM
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6 yrs ago
Boo!
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6 yrs ago
"If you have ghosts, you have everything."
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6 yrs ago
Do you wanna start a cult with me?
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Grim / Grimoire
(they/them)
It's been over a year since I've written creatively but here I am again.
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Time: Morning → Early Afternoon
Location: Her room → The halls → The field by the lake
Interacting With: Persy


Kiara blinked her mascara-coated eyelashes a few times in the mirror of her vanity. The hand carved and beautifully ornate cherry wood piece was brought in from her personal suite in the Unseelie Castle. It used to be her mother's, and the mirror itself was magically linked to several others throughout the Unseelie Queendom, including the one in her father’s room. She hardly talked to anyone using it these days, but it was nice to have in case she needed to. Faeries didn’t really use cellphones and the like.

Once she deemed her dark and romantic makeup design complete, she sat back to give her look a once-over. The smokey eye and cat-like winged liner was probably a poor choice, as she planned on training all morning and then later cooling off in the lake, but she looked damn good for the time being. At least her hair was more appropriately styled in a messy bun. She wore a top that covered the bare minimum for school policy and a pair of shorts that she could easily work out and swim in without having to change in between.

By this time, Persephone was flitting about and excitedly pulling at Kiara’s hair to get her moving. ”Okay, okay! I’m going!” the faerie girl said just as the bat darted off into the halls. Kiki jumped out of her chair and sprinted after the bat, tearing through the halls in a fit of giggles. She bumped into a few people and blurted out quick apologies as she kept on running.

Chasing Persy lead her out to the courtyard and lavish gardens that the Academy kept. In this vast outdoor space, Kiara lost all hope in tracking down the bat. Instead, she went on with her plans to train by the lake. Professor Bertram had taught her a lot about controlling her magicks last semester, and Kiara still had some personal goals to reach during this break. She wasn’t just a student here, she had a warrior’s heart that yearned to fight by her father’s side… to make him proud. She had a long way to go still.

The unseelie faerie spent the next few hours diligently levitating rocks, moving them in varying directions and speeds at will, and hitting targets. Sweat plastered her spray of fiery red bangs to her forehead as she breathed heavily. Deciding that she’d had enough magick practice for the morning, she untied her cherry-colored locks and shook them free. Kiara then took a running start before jumping up and plunging her petite frame into the refreshing lake water.




LOCATION }} TRAIN → GLOUCESTER, MASSACHUSETTS
INTERACTING WITH }} HIS TECH





Playful blips and crackling explosions sounded in Jace’s earbuds as a tiny 8-bit-style pirate ship traversed the waves, firing pixels at opposing ships. His impossibly fast fingers hammered the digital d pad on the touch screen while his right thumb simultaneously rapid fired the ship’s cannons. A tiny jolly roger flapped above the boat in quick, unnatural jerks as the it darted to and fro in the overcrowded sea. Just as Jace was about to annihilate the last ship, the game glitched, and said opposing ship annihilated him instead.

Jace sighed and dropped the tablet down in his lap defeatedly. Powder Monkeys still needed a bit of work. The code was patchy at best, but the game wasn’t half bad for a seventeen year old kid who’d just read a couple of books and winged it. Of course, in Jace’s eyes it would be utter trash until he deemed it perfect, and he had yet to deem something that he created ‘perfect’. He flicked his blue eyes up from the tech, hoping to steal a brief glance at Max and his adorable mop of chestnut curls.

So much for that, Max was nowhere to be seen, and neither was Spencer. Of course... of course they were both gone. Jace felt the blood rush to his cheeks, equally embarrassed and irritated by his hopeless romanticism. He pulled the hood of his striped sweater over his head and slouched down in the seat. His cheeks puffed out in a silent huff. Jace considered pulling the strings of his hoodie to hide his face away like Kenny from South Park, but that probably wouldn’t be very inconspicuous.

Working through the botched stretch of code on his laptop passed the time and kept Jace’s racing mind busy until Max and Spencer eventually returned from their little rendezvous. Jace subconsciously found himself sitting up a little straighter when they did so. He even managed a semi-believable half smile as he looked over the top edge of his computer screen.

Max set a newspaper down on the table and Jace cautiously studied the headlines, his eyes only skimming at first. It was the photograph from his Facebook profile that really gave him pause. There he was, staring up at himself from the pages in black and white.

“Oh…” he remarked aloud as his overactive brain processed this new information. Jace then read the statements that his parents left and pursed his lips. He could practically taste the guilt seeping from their words, and that made him feel guilty. Jace looked away and scanned the faces of the others as a distraction. No one else seemed to be reacting much differently than he was. At least, it didn’t seem like they were, but Jace had always been pretty poor at reading social cues.

Spencer pointed out the ridiculous title the media had given their group and Jace nodded in agreement. Emily chimed in with her own thoughts. “Yeah, that would be you.” Jace responded with a chuckle as she mentioned throwing stuff at paparazzi. Spence brought up the fact that they were going to find a place to rest for the night and Max suggested camping. Jace’s stomach dropped when everyone else seemed to agree with that, and it wasn’t just because Max said it.

Camping would mean no wifi, and limited to no electricity. They would be completely off the grid and out of his comfort zone. Of course, for the sake of group moral, Jace said nothing and kept right on smiling. He could do that, yeah, especially because he kind of had to. Criminals couldn’t really pick and choose, and compromises would have to be made along the way. But who knows, with the shared brainpower of Sprocket and Chip, maybe the duo could rig up something useful, or at the very least entertaining, for a few nights.

And so, there they were: wanted and on the run, some of them with their faces plastered in the press. Jace looked back at the newspaper and scrunched up his nose, moving his lips back and forth in thought. “Maybe we should change our look, too.” he whispered a suggestion loud enough for them to hear. “You know... dye our hair, change our style, that kind of thing.” Jace glanced back at the photograph that was taken scarily recently. It was far too much like looking in a mirror. “It couldn’t hurt…” he tacked on for added emphasis.
I apologize for not posting yet, I'm trying to gather up some inspiration so my intro isn't complete trash. I'll get there soon, hopefully by the weekend. :]
@SouffleGirl123

The sun still hurts vampires, it just shouldn't while they are at the school. The school grounds are special, they boost magick and otherwise benefit the students.
@SouffleGirl123

I'm not 100%, but I am pretty sure the sun doesn't harm vampires in the realm that Rosa Claire is located in. It is specifically meant to be a haven for supernaturals.
@Fabricant451

I will love you for it. I will also be bad at this because I'm kind of trash at movie trivia. XD
In CLOSED. 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay




Location: Beverly Hills High {Activity Fair}
Interaction With: Ari @Foxygen & Davy @Universorum
Time: ~9:00 AM





Jareth’s lips turned into a straight line in reaction to Ari’s glare. Right, his elbows were kind of bony, honestly… all of Jareth was kind of bony. He offered a short "Sorry, man." in response before passing Adassi the Battle of the Bands flyer. Distracted by scouting out for the she-devil, Jareth missed the wave of nervousness that had washed over his best friend’s face before he agreed that they should sign the band up. Ari’s voice brought Jareth back to the present, and the tight-lipped expression that he wore mirrored Jar’s own thoughts on the situation.

"Looking for someone?" Ari asked with a fair amount of bite to his words. Jareth’s eyes dropped down and he clenched his jaw, sucking his lip ring in and running his tongue along it, pondering what the appropriate response to that particular question might be. After several seconds of contemplation, he spoke up.

"I got stoned last night and woke up on my roof this morning but, hell, I guess that’s better than jumping off of it, right?" Jareth monologued somewhat dramatically. He punctuated the rhetorical question with a humorless chuckle. Ari should be used to Jar dodging emotional questions like this, they understood each other like that, and he was certain that Ari would know what he meant. "So… no, I’m doing quite the opposite of looking for someone, actually." his tone was more gloomy than ill-tempered. He meant no offense, but sometimes hurting people could hurt people, hopefully Ari would get that and be chill about it.

Jar abruptly turned back to the Music Club booth and scribbled his name in his trademark chicken scratch, all capital letter handwriting, followed by Ari and the other band members’ names with (CrimSon) at the end, in parentheses. Looking at the band name on paper made him wince a little. Even Jareth recognized how cringe-worthy that name was, now that he wasn’t a 15 year old playing guitar alone in his foster parents’ garage anymore. Well, he still played in that garage, but now he was 17 years old, and had four other bandmates. It was totally different

Naturally, the pair then separated themselves from the herd of sheeple that was the Beverly Hills High populace, and stuck close to the bleachers. "I was just thinking, maybe we should come up with a different band name. This Battle of the Bands thing is going to be a lot of exposure, we should like… have our shit together, image and all that, you know? Now that we have a full crew, maybe the five of us could put our heads together and come up with a betterrghh--"

Jareth’s meandering ramblings were cut short by a sudden impact of force. Being as awkwardly tall as he was, Jareth’s center of balance was thrown off as he stumbled into Ari and caught himself on the bleacher before falling down completely. Papers fluttered in the breeze and rained down around them. Jareth quickly worked on gathering them before they flew away when he heard the voice belonging to the skateboarder-gone-rogue.

"Hey, Davy, dude! Don’t worry about it, it’s fine." Jareth replied to his rapid-fire apologies. Between the three of them, there was enough anxiety and depression disorders to keep the majority of Beverly Hills' therapists in business, so stuttering and awkward moments sometimes ran rampant. After managing to save most of the loose papers, Jareth went to hand them back just as Davy said ‘don’t’. Of course, that cued Jareth to look down at what exactly it was that he was saving from scattering across the football field in the breeze. And there, on the top of the haphazardly stacked pile in his hands, was a drawing of… him.

For a moment, Jareth was caught up in the shock of staring at this comic-like depiction of himself, but there was no denying that this face was meant to be his. He looked like an angsty superhero, cloaked in black robes and posed with his right hand gesturing a ‘just shoot me’ finger gun towards his right temple. The left side of his face was disguised by a skull mask. In his left hand was a slightly damaged guitar with both E strings popping off from being strung too tightly. The drawing was wholly black and white aside from the scarlet gem in the eye of the skull mask and the blood splatters on the guitar. “The only thing to fear... is fear itself!” was written below the figure, like a slogan.

"Holy shit…" Jareth mused with wide eyes, his thumbs pressing soft indents into the page as he studied it. When he looked up at Davy, he honestly could not recall the kid ever looking so mortified. "Th-this is me. You drew me. Holy shit--" Jareth ran one hand through his hair while the other held the drawing. He felt his palms were getting sweaty from anxiety and he decided that he should probably stop touching his hair before it got poofy, and also give Davy back his papers. "That is the sickest thing I’ve ever seen, seriously. I kind of want to keep it… c-can I keep this?" Jar asked, uncharacteristically stuttering. No one had ever done something like this for him before, at least not that he knew of, and it was incredibly flattering. Would this be what it would be like to have fans some day? Maybe his nervous ass wasn’t cut out for this ‘front man’ thing after all… or maybe, just maybe, he could actually get used to it.
@mskennedy615

You're really gorgeous! Beautiful skin and eyebrows!
In CLOSED. 8 yrs ago Forum: Casual Roleplay
@Dirty Pretty Lies

I'm in to keep this going, hiatuses kill roleplays in my experience and I don't want that to happen.
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