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LadyRunic
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STATUS: What lies in the hearts of the drae if not madness? - Ma'doc 5 yrs ago
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What lies in the hearts of the drae if not madness? - Ma'doc
5 yrs ago
Replies will be coming out in a few days. Been down sick.
5 yrs ago
"Fly you fools!"
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6 yrs ago
To everyone waiting on replies. They most likely will be out tomorrow or Saterday. I need to get a part for my computer!
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6 yrs ago
Sorry if replies are a bit slow. Dealing with a headache.
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Bio
Hello! I'm LadyRunic! But you knew that...
I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.
You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.
I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.
I love most types of Role Play, but by far my favorites are those that are well thought out and worked with. Especially when you can find a group you can work well with. I love books- So many books. It's a running bet that I will become buried under a pile of said objects one day... I'm a tad busy, and when an Rp really catches my interest I'm inpatient for posts. It's like reading a good book and getting stuck on a cliff hanger.
You can generally expect posts regularly once a week if not more.
I've RP'd for the better part of fourteen years, so I can honestly say I have some experience and I've developed the understanding of what I expect of a partner in a one-on-one or a group. I'm also the sort who will speak up and point out something if it looks off or forms a problem to me. I spent most of a year once stuck in a Voice Chat Rp that was hell on Earth, so I'm straight forward when I need to say something. I expect this in return from my Rpers and DMs. I want to improve my writing and love constructive criticism.
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@BlueSky44 going to need an extension I'm down with illness.
@Mister Thirteen you may want to reread your post.
Alice listened to the woman and sighed. Her tiny form slumping on the bed. "My father will claim the shop and building and dangle it in front of me like a prize to show how worthless my enterprise was." Her voice was soft. She couldn't deny the advice of laying low. It was good advice. Something she would have to do. As for the police and their search... She didn't like the cop- the younger one, his name was quite forgotten. But Alice hated how he had scoffed at her. So much like her father and mother had over her gowns and designs.
Shaking her head, the woman gave Liza a mournful look. "I-I'm sorry to keep going on about my shop- my work. You save my life. It's not that I'm not thankful. Making- dealing with clothes is just a passion of mine." She admitted, wiping at the tears that slipped down her face. "If these Inquisitors are watching... Then it is indeed not safe to go back." Alice frowned at the gown, and gave a huff of annoyance. "I was going to tell the police Liam had come back and tried to kill me again." Alice admitted ruefully. "It would sum up a fair bit I thought."
Shaking her head, the woman gave Liza a mournful look. "I-I'm sorry to keep going on about my shop- my work. You save my life. It's not that I'm not thankful. Making- dealing with clothes is just a passion of mine." She admitted, wiping at the tears that slipped down her face. "If these Inquisitors are watching... Then it is indeed not safe to go back." Alice frowned at the gown, and gave a huff of annoyance. "I was going to tell the police Liam had come back and tried to kill me again." Alice admitted ruefully. "It would sum up a fair bit I thought."
Still looking about.
The raven haired woman shrunk against the bed, her brow furrowing. "How long-?" Her voice was pained. She couldn't believe her ears. Wouldn't. Not go back to her shop? Something she had worked so hard to create? "I can't just- I'll lie! Tell the hospital, the police I was with you-?" She gave the woman a pleading look. "Just put it as someone played a bad prank or Liam came back and broke the window when he found me gone. It wasn't like they weren't driving me to distraction and knew they were doing so."
Alice blew a tuff of air from her face. "I have a life! A shop! The family can go to hell, but my shop-!" She protested weakly. Her hands running through the long black tresses. "I can continue the shop online. Keep funding it. But I need my stuff! My travel kit at least! Then the fabric and beading and buttons-!" Alice popped up onto her feet. Pacing the small room as she frowned and plucked at the gown. "I need a late lunch..." The fledgling muttered, chewing on a knuckle. She could do online. It'd be harder, but she could do it! But what about those people coming after her to kill her? "Are those- inquisitors are going to keep trying to kill me?" Alice gave the woman a terrified look as a thought occurred to her. "I've never hurt anyone! I mean, yes. I've poked a few people with needles, but not poked their eyes out or anything!" She squeaked, her hands over her mouth. "Oohhh! I just want to get my hands on some embroidery right now!"
Alice blew a tuff of air from her face. "I have a life! A shop! The family can go to hell, but my shop-!" She protested weakly. Her hands running through the long black tresses. "I can continue the shop online. Keep funding it. But I need my stuff! My travel kit at least! Then the fabric and beading and buttons-!" Alice popped up onto her feet. Pacing the small room as she frowned and plucked at the gown. "I need a late lunch..." The fledgling muttered, chewing on a knuckle. She could do online. It'd be harder, but she could do it! But what about those people coming after her to kill her? "Are those- inquisitors are going to keep trying to kill me?" Alice gave the woman a terrified look as a thought occurred to her. "I've never hurt anyone! I mean, yes. I've poked a few people with needles, but not poked their eyes out or anything!" She squeaked, her hands over her mouth. "Oohhh! I just want to get my hands on some embroidery right now!"
@Mister ThirteenIf you ever need me to start, just say so. I have no quarrel with it.
And I told you Alice would get herself riled up eventually.
And I told you Alice would get herself riled up eventually.
Alice blinked at the woman as she sat at the end of the bed. Drawing her feet aside to make room, the tailor nodded. "I- What time is it?" Frowning, Alice glanced at the window and her eyes widened. "Oh dear! The hopsital, my shop!" The latter was said with more desperation and a higher pitch. Shivering, Alice timidly looked at the woman and chewed her lip. Why was she always explaining things?! She was getting rather tired of it. But this woman had helped her, and it was that which decided her. Nodding her head, Alice laid her forehead on her knees.
"It started with a client..." And so the tailor told Liza Cook of Liam Enduro. How he came for a coat and left with her for dead in an alley. She told the woman who saved her about waking up in the hospital, of the police. Of the doctor coming in and discovering her healed. Her bitter regret that she had not left the hospital then irked her. She told the woman of jumping out the window, and the events up to when Liza had found her in the alley. "I just wanted to go back to my shop. I don't want to hurt anyone." Alice whispered into the hideous gown. "I just want to make clothes and help people look good. Not become like that man." Her voice was thick with loathing, for Alice didn't have it in her to really hate anyone. Liam, however, was proving this wrong.
"And he took my wonderful creation." Her lip stuck out in a pout as Alice's green eyes turned flinty. "That won't go unpunished if I see him again. Why I ought to stick him full of needles! Stuff him in some lacy, pastel foolery!" The tailor muttered, thinking of the crime of fashion that man had committed and would further commit if Alice got her hands on him and some lovely fabric. Looking down at the hopsital gown, she plucked at the horrid creation with annoyance. "I need to go home, this is dreadful coloring." Yes, thinking about fashion and tailoring helped. It always did, but she still shook with the horrors that had begun popping up in her life. "And I owe you an outfit!" The raven headed tailor declared to her savior.
"It started with a client..." And so the tailor told Liza Cook of Liam Enduro. How he came for a coat and left with her for dead in an alley. She told the woman who saved her about waking up in the hospital, of the police. Of the doctor coming in and discovering her healed. Her bitter regret that she had not left the hospital then irked her. She told the woman of jumping out the window, and the events up to when Liza had found her in the alley. "I just wanted to go back to my shop. I don't want to hurt anyone." Alice whispered into the hideous gown. "I just want to make clothes and help people look good. Not become like that man." Her voice was thick with loathing, for Alice didn't have it in her to really hate anyone. Liam, however, was proving this wrong.
"And he took my wonderful creation." Her lip stuck out in a pout as Alice's green eyes turned flinty. "That won't go unpunished if I see him again. Why I ought to stick him full of needles! Stuff him in some lacy, pastel foolery!" The tailor muttered, thinking of the crime of fashion that man had committed and would further commit if Alice got her hands on him and some lovely fabric. Looking down at the hopsital gown, she plucked at the horrid creation with annoyance. "I need to go home, this is dreadful coloring." Yes, thinking about fashion and tailoring helped. It always did, but she still shook with the horrors that had begun popping up in her life. "And I owe you an outfit!" The raven headed tailor declared to her savior.
Hospital wall closed in around her, blood seeped from her neck.
Green eyes flew open as Alice let out a whimper of fright. Sitting up sharply the woman gasped, and shook with panic. Looking about in worry, the woman blinked at the small apartment. Apartment-? Not a hospital, nor her own apartment. Confusion filled her eyes as Alice blinked looking stunned at the woman who was watching her.
That's right, last night she had agreed to come with this woman after the man had tried to kill her. A sharp intake of breathe filled her before Alice let out a breathe. Liam, the police, the hospital. Her planned lie. Drawing her knees up to her chest, Alice trembled like a leaf. She had followed the woman to her home, and after that. Peering through her fingers, Alice felt tears falling. She tried to stop it, but it was too much.
"I-I'm sorry. I don't mean to be such a bother." Alice whispered. Horrified by the tears, Alice bit her lip. Trying to get a hold on them. She was also hungry. But not for food. Human anyways. "Terribly sorry." She whispered.
Green eyes flew open as Alice let out a whimper of fright. Sitting up sharply the woman gasped, and shook with panic. Looking about in worry, the woman blinked at the small apartment. Apartment-? Not a hospital, nor her own apartment. Confusion filled her eyes as Alice blinked looking stunned at the woman who was watching her.
That's right, last night she had agreed to come with this woman after the man had tried to kill her. A sharp intake of breathe filled her before Alice let out a breathe. Liam, the police, the hospital. Her planned lie. Drawing her knees up to her chest, Alice trembled like a leaf. She had followed the woman to her home, and after that. Peering through her fingers, Alice felt tears falling. She tried to stop it, but it was too much.
"I-I'm sorry. I don't mean to be such a bother." Alice whispered. Horrified by the tears, Alice bit her lip. Trying to get a hold on them. She was also hungry. But not for food. Human anyways. "Terribly sorry." She whispered.
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