Lady Squee
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STATUS: Seems as though I've already stumbled upon some fun, like-minded partners for my first RP in... well, a very long time. 6 yrs ago
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Seems as though I've already stumbled upon some fun, like-minded partners for my first RP in... well, a very long time.
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I love how in 3 years this place hasn't changed a damn bit. :)
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Originally joined in January 2009 and damn have things changed in nine years.
25 years old.
Social Worker.
Happily Married.
Excited to get to know all of you and to be reunited with old and dear friends.
25 years old.
Social Worker.
Happily Married.
Excited to get to know all of you and to be reunited with old and dear friends.
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Still haven't started.
Seba is playing. :)
Kaga said
It's ok. I'm sure you can do better.
Your Dalek "There There" gif was playing in your signature when I saw this.
I literally lol'd.
Kaga said
Well, every time I turn around, that charger's plugged right into that lamp. They're never apart and they can't seem to keep themselves off each other. That lamp's always fancied chargers - it was with the old PC's charger for years before dumping it for the Macbook's friend, here.The lamp knows what it wants. I'm sorry, but I don't think you're its type.
My heart.
It's broken.
Kaga said
I assumed the lamp was unavailable - it seems a bit too attached to my laptop's charger. I figured the two of them were already a couple.
I only have eyes for the lamp.
I didn't even see the charger.
Kaga said
Indeed.
I offered to take your lamp out on a date.
And you're ignoring me.
I assume the lamp said no. :(
How rude of the lamp.
Done. I hope it pleases you. I scrapped it a few times before coming up with what I eventually posted, haha.
To say that Lena Harrell was stressed would be an understatement. How she had gotten herself into this mess, she did not know. What she did know was that her rent was overdue, her kitchen was bare, and her clothes smelled more like Febreze than Tide.
She scurried around her room, leaping over a random pillow and grabbing for the hairbrush. Her tangled, dark auburn hair popped as she flattened it with the brush. It was unusual for her hair to be in such a mess but after a restless night it didn’t surprise her. She assumed that stress had led to the recent nightmares that had plagued her sleep, but she still couldn’t shake them. They had been going on for about a week when she decided to start a dream journal and every morning, she would write more and more about what she could remember. Every morning, she was more and more frightened.
The dream Lena had encountered last night had been the most vivid and most startling of the series. She was in a bed being held and caressed by a faceless man. His touch started out as smooth and inviting but slowly grew harsher and more demanding. When she turned to tell her to stop, there was no longer a faceless man by her side, but a lion. She had jolted away just before the fanged mouth claimed her.
Lena blinked hard to get the images out of her head. She didn’t have time for any of that. It was a dream, after all. She sighed and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair still stuck up in some odd places so that would be put back in a ponytail or bun of some sort. Other than that a few wrinkles in her red silk shirt and black knee-high skirt, she looked like she was ready for the office. As ready as she would ever be.
Hours later, Lena returned back to the apartment complex with a large stack of papers in tow. With a nod to the security guard, she entered the lobby and made way to the elevators, almost rolling her ankle and tripping in the process. Luckily she didn’t take the tumble and straightened herself before noticing an elevator closing its doors. Her heart raced for a second as she cradled the papers as best as she could in her left arm and stretched out her right as if she was hailing a cab.
“Hold, please! Sorry, sorry,” she managed as she made her way to the elevator only to have it closed. The couple inside must have not heard her. With how her day was progressing, she wasn’t surprised but it would have been nice to catch the ride up to the sixth floor without having to wait.
She scurried around her room, leaping over a random pillow and grabbing for the hairbrush. Her tangled, dark auburn hair popped as she flattened it with the brush. It was unusual for her hair to be in such a mess but after a restless night it didn’t surprise her. She assumed that stress had led to the recent nightmares that had plagued her sleep, but she still couldn’t shake them. They had been going on for about a week when she decided to start a dream journal and every morning, she would write more and more about what she could remember. Every morning, she was more and more frightened.
The dream Lena had encountered last night had been the most vivid and most startling of the series. She was in a bed being held and caressed by a faceless man. His touch started out as smooth and inviting but slowly grew harsher and more demanding. When she turned to tell her to stop, there was no longer a faceless man by her side, but a lion. She had jolted away just before the fanged mouth claimed her.
Lena blinked hard to get the images out of her head. She didn’t have time for any of that. It was a dream, after all. She sighed and looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair still stuck up in some odd places so that would be put back in a ponytail or bun of some sort. Other than that a few wrinkles in her red silk shirt and black knee-high skirt, she looked like she was ready for the office. As ready as she would ever be.
Hours later, Lena returned back to the apartment complex with a large stack of papers in tow. With a nod to the security guard, she entered the lobby and made way to the elevators, almost rolling her ankle and tripping in the process. Luckily she didn’t take the tumble and straightened herself before noticing an elevator closing its doors. Her heart raced for a second as she cradled the papers as best as she could in her left arm and stretched out her right as if she was hailing a cab.
“Hold, please! Sorry, sorry,” she managed as she made her way to the elevator only to have it closed. The couple inside must have not heard her. With how her day was progressing, she wasn’t surprised but it would have been nice to catch the ride up to the sixth floor without having to wait.
Name: Lena Michelle Harrell
Age: 26
Personality: +charismatic, +sympathetic, +gentle, -impulsive, -anxious, -clumsy
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