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9 mos ago
Current Busy with life stuff! Should be around tomorrow, pending work.
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10 mos ago
boop
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3 yrs ago
nothing like looking through old rps to make you miss it all again. </3
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6 yrs ago
Just popping in to let everyone know I'm not dead. ...that is all.
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6 yrs ago
Sorry to all of those that I flaked on. If I had an excuse, I already forgot what it was.

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29 year old writer.

Hi, I'm Rose. I RP and stuff.


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@mnkee No worries. I have schoolwork as well, as much as I dread it.

I live in Central GA so ye. I'm close but not close enough for it to matter. I'm only close enough that every single hotel room is booked to the max.

Also, for a second I was going to be like, ayyye I know where that gif is from but it wasn't were I thought it was from. I still know, I just thought it was from something else. Lol.

It's Natasha beating a guy in a boxing ring. I'll have to find the similar scene later.

Found it

@HaleyTheRandom My TV is showing the hurricane hitting southern NC in the future. :\

Here's to the Nat Weather Channel being wrong.

On a good note, it's losing its strength slowly but surely.
I'm on the chatzy today if anyone wants to join me. I'll probably be on all day today. If I don't respond quickly, I'm probably doing something else.

Also, I hope all of you, those on the US east coast, are being safe. Hurricane Matthew is some scary shit.
Henry Peterson III




Interacting with: Feora @mnkee


Henry watched an interesting mix of emotions in Feora's face and smiled. It was nice seeing at least a small spark of authentic feelings in the girl. At least he knew she wasn't a rich daughter robot. Still, he wondered what the sudden switch from happy to angry stemmed from.

"Just good?" He asked, his eyes widening. They weren't just good, they were pretty amazing. Either she was seriously lacking taste buds, or something was up. He was actually hoping for the latter, he could work with the latter. He was also starting to get used to the half-assed smiles she gave him, though he didn't want to be. He had hope that he could turn them into real smiles given time.

His eyes went wide as Feora whispered in his ear much in the same way he did to her. He felt a spark run down the side of his body, not quite like a shiver, but not a tickle either. He fought the urge to turn his body away from her mouth and tried to listen to what she said. However, now he really couldn't keep his eyes off of her lips, the thought of them brushing up against his ear brought a red hue to his cheeks. He swallowed and looked down the ground very suddenly trying to thinking about how to respond without making it completely obvious how flustered he really was by the entire encounter.

Everyone has worth? That is what she said isn't it? Why would she say that? After a sobering moment of thinking about her statement, he turned to look at her, confusion spread across his face.

He wanted to lean in and respond, to let her know that no one deserved the effort it took her to pretend to smile but he didn't really know how to put it into words so he simply stuffed his mouth with another pastry, a pout on his face. "Maybe you'll have to make that for me instead. My mother was a vegetarian so I haven't had much meat. Even when my father's chef makes it, I can't seem to get it down. Maybe if it's you, I might could get it down." He explained, now grinning at her again.

He already wanted to leave this damn party. Maybe he would later... Say hello to a few others before heading in to find his room...

No. He didn't even want to do that much at this point. He glanced over at Cara, before turning back to Feora. "I think I might leave shortly. Unless you have a reason for me to stay?" He explained, asking for her opinion. "I'm not much one for big crowds like this, but I would feel badly if I left and you'd rather me stay and keep you company. I've never done one of these... 'Grand Ball' things so I'm not accustomed to what is happening and what may happen later. Is there dancing? Dinner? Would it be rude of me to leave so soon before meeting everyone? I'm not sure, honestly. But ever fiber of my being hates being here right now."

He sighed, his arms now crossed, his brows furrowed. "I wonder if there's a library. It might be nice to sit in there and read or chat... Maybe I could convince a maid to bring tea..." He pondered, the area between his brows relaxing.
"I'll be right back, James. Mind clocking me out while I take this out?" Claire called out, already removing her apron. She moved towards the back of the store, a large black trash bag slung over her shoulder. She back door closed as the front door opened with Lucas walking in.

The dumpster wasn't too far from the store and Claire quickly threw the bag over the side, the bag hitting the bottom of the metallic container with a thud. She smiled softly and stretched her arms up to the blue and pink sky. The sun was setting and Claire looked forward to the thought of talking with Lucas and watching the sun set over the beach. It felt like a dream, honestly. For a girl who'd spent most of her life in central Georgia, the beach was refreshing and calming and everything she wanted in life.

It was just a moment; a moment in time. Claire would remember it for a while to come. Time seemed to slow down in that moment. Her arms slowly fell back to her side as with a small smile still on her face, she looked over to a teenage boy standing in the center of the road, glaring at nothing in particular.

Her smile faded as her head turned and she noticed the on-coming traffic. Without much thought, Claire bolted for the boy. She felt every pound of her feet hitting the asphalt like it was the pounding of her heart beat. It felt like ages before she finally reached the boy, but it was too late. Just as she grabbed onto the boy, she heard the screeching tires of the car heading for them. Luckily, because the driver stopped in time, the impact was much less. The car slide out of control and the right bumper of the car smacked into Claire's knee. The boy tried to push her away but she held on tight as they both flew to the ground, hitting their heads on the asphalt.

The boy was out cold, a probable concussion, and Claire was barely conscious. She heard people shouting and yelling but it sounded more like listening to people whisper from underwater. She could tell they were yelling, but it sounded so quiet and peaceful. She could see in front of her, but everything was blurry and seemed to be moving very slowly. How many people could she see? 3? 6? She couldn't tell.

She kept drifting in and out of consciousness. At one point she remembered seeing James, another she saw white lights, bobbing up and down, another she saw the same pink sky moving slowly away from her, and then she saw lights looming over her. There she slept, her face seeming peaceful as she laid on the hospital bed. The boy was a few beds down, also sleeping peacefully.




Finished the guy. Let me know which you'd guys would like to see. I'm cool with playing either. I will say tho, if we want romance, Eva might be the better choice. Because Michael isn't going to fall for a guy. Lol.

But if we're cool without romance, then Michael is a-okay.

Also, I'm wanting someone to start a 1x1 with me. I have a particular craving and thought I might reach out to you guys to see if any of you would be willing to help me feed my monster. You'd have to play a dude, a rich one at that, but ye. (And I might end up using Eva's fc again. :|)
@HylianRose Okay, the post is great but that fucking gif is cracking me up!!!


:3 teehee.

That's pretty much how I imagine Henry all the time.
Henry Peterson III




Interacting with: Feora @mnkee


He smiled as he watched her response to his sudden intrusion of her space. He was glad she'd elected to take up his offer of the pastry. At least she seemed calm in all this. That would be easy to work with. She stood at eye level, something Henry wasn't necessarily used to and for some reason, he thought it only made him respect her more. Not only did she figuratively stand on equal ground with him, but she also did so literally as well, ignoring the heels. In fact, she probably stood, figuratively, higher than he did. At least she wasn't branded a bastard.

For whatever reason, he found himself staring at her lips. They seemed almost perfectly sized and held in a position that was neither a frown nor a smile, necessarily. His brows furrowed as he felt the strange urge to see them stretch up in a smile, a real smile not the sort of smile most made in these moments. The sort of smile that warmed your heart and made you feel at ease because you knew the person smiling felt the same with you.

This urge only intensified as she greeted him as if a record. He knew then that she was falling back on training, on cookie-cutter phrases she'd learned to curb the fear, the discomfort... He simply stood for a moment, staring at her face, her lips, and her eyes which looked almost lifeless if it weren't for the hint of a spark held there. He probably looked rather silly, standing there silent after being greeted but for some reason his mind was racing, trying to think of someway to break the ice between them.

"I'd be better if I didn't have to pretend to be something I''m not." He told her, opting for honesty. "How are the pastries?" He asked, smiling softly, as genuinely as he could manage. "They make me miss my mother's cheese-cakes. You know, she made one for me every birthday even though she knew we couldn't really afford it." He explained to her, standing off to the side of her as to let people pass should they want to. His eyes darted over to Cara before returning to Feora.

Cara knew about his mother and was probably the only one in the room who understood his feelings about it all. Still, he wanted a friend in Feora and he wanted her to know exactly where he stood in all of this.

He leaned over to her, to whisper something in her ear, "Never feel obligated to smile for my sake. I promise, I'm not worth it." He pulled back and gave Feora a wink and a smile. "What about you, Princess Feora? What's your favorite food? I might feel the urge to make it for you one day, not that I'm any good." He asked her, this time much louder as if trying to cover up the fact he'd just whispered into her ear.
Sorry for being a bad GM lately. I'll try to get stuff up this week as it is fall break.
@Teddiplier Nope. 2 will be our limit.

Sorry for taking so long on getting that character out. Might not be till Tuesday that I get a chance to breath schoolwork wise.
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