MarshiestMallow

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Lavena Ó Faoláin

The red haired woman rested quite comfortably in her seat, despite the fact the plane was full. She was of average height, and curled nicely in her seat, snuggled against the wall, looking out the window. She watched the clouds move by the plane, and let her mind wonder. Hopefully, her flight back would be filled with the joy of having successfully gained a long term job, and a grant. The money would be welcome, but she was more interested in the project… if she could pull it off… she’d change the world. So she was nervous, filled with anticipation and excitement as she went through the presentation in her hand, again and again, fiddling with a small cube more commonly known as a Fidget cube, which she’d had before the craze- honestly, why couldn’t people leave well enough alone when they didn’t need the things? She absolutely refused to get a Fidget Spinner- they were for those that needed it, not for those that just had them cause they were “Cool”. She sighed to herself, rolling her finger over the ball, hearing the excited cry of a child, and the soft murmur of a voice, perhaps reassuring them.

Lavena smiled to herself, shifting from her position to glance about her, just as things seemed to go pear shape. Turbulence rocked the plane, perhaps the most violent she had ever come across, and she immediately sat up straight, buckling her belt on, she gripped the fidget cube tightly in her left hand, feeling her heartbeat speed up. For the first time she realised just how small a plane was. And that it was metal, flying in the air. Even though she knew how it worked, knew how a plane could fly, suddenly Lavena found herself utterly terrified, and she closed her eyes tightly.

As it steadily became worse, Lavena dug her fingernails into the palm of her right hand, the nails cutting into her skin, warm blood flowing around her fingers, dripping steadily onto her leg, the ground. She shook violently, ”It’s going to be okay” she whispered to herself, over and over again, as if by saying it and wishing it so, she could make it so. Then the plane made sounds that Lavena knew she never wanted to hear, ever again, had never wanted to hear on a flight. Groaning, creaking... was that breaking? Rattling- was her luggage going to fall? Was her prototype going to shatter? And why was she worrying about that?

Her breathing came hard and fast, short and shallow, and she recognised that she was panicking, she could feel her heart beating furiously fast, as if it actually wanted to burst out of her chest, and the sickly powerful feeling of adrenaline, the need to run, but there was nowhere to run on this stupid metal box. As the explosion rocketed the ship, Lavena screamed, the raw, primal scream tearing through her throat painfully, and she drew in a breath to let out another one, but she was near sobbing now.

Each breath that she managed to get in was painful, and they were exploded out into sobs. This wasn’t something she could fight- there was no way she could beat the plane up and tell it to get its ass back into line. It just wasn’t possible. She couldn’t do anything, and she hated the feeling of helplessness, the feeling of fear nearly paralysing her. This wasn’t who she was, but she couldn’t get her body to obey her.

She was huddled in her seat, eyes closed tightly, shaking, and hyperventilating. She couldn’t stop it. The thuds of the luggage falling jolted her into some semblance of action, as she searched for her own bag, her eyes, red and stinging, opened as she searched. She swallowed, her throat still painful- was it possible to make your throat bleed by yelling?- her fingers reaching for the clasp, to unbuckle herself, her blood making the buckle slippery. It took a few seconds, but she managed to do it, her need to make sure her prototype was okay overpowering the fear, for a moment at least.

She fell into the lap of the guy next to her, the old guy probably thinking all his dreams had come true as she just about ended face up in his lap, before she managed to get back to her feet, stumbling towards the isle, she fell into the luggage, and in moments she had her black case in her hands, the waterproof case seeming to be alright. She huddled there, shaking and shivering, tears falling down her face, sobs still coming out violently. She rose to her feet shakily, and for a moment she didn’t think her legs would support her weight, they felt so weak. She was just about to get back to her seat, when the plane began to tear apart.

She gripped the case with one arm, the other, dropping the fidget cube, snatched at the arm of the chair closest to her, as some girl was thrown out the plane, towards the darkness below. Within seconds, Lavena knew that she would follow the girl, her grip weakening on the chair by the sheer force of it, her fingers slipping. One last sob escaped her, as her hand was torn away from the seat, her body slamming into the chairs on the other side painfully, and she thought hard enough to crack a rib or two, before she was flung to the ground, sliding towards the tear in the plane, she tried to reach for something, anything else, to keep her on the plane, but it was impossible.

She fell towards the ocean, another scream tearing from her throat, to end in a breathless cry in seconds, and then she plunged into the ocean, slamming into the water painfully, she dropped like a stone, still holding her case, now tightly against her, wondering if she was being a fool for doing so. If she was dead, what use was it to her? But she just couldn’t let it go. It was her life. It meant too much to her.

As she seemed to sink forever, Lavena tried to orientate herself, but the pressing closeness of the water, the blackness, the way it enveloped her and seemed to want to drag her down… the way her lungs were burning… Lavena knew that she would probably die. She kicked wildly, hoping that she was going the right way, even as she recognised the hopelessness of the situation.

She was going to die here.

Her eyes stung, whether from the saltwater or her own tears, she didn’t know. She wanted to close her eyes, and to just give up… Fear clutched her, squeezing her heart, and for a moment, she couldn’t tell the difference between then, and the past. A silent scream of fear and rage escaped her. She was not a helpless child. Not anymore.

Bags floated around her, handbags and other such bags spilling their contents, and Lavena tried to ignore the shapes of bodies around her, her lungs burning, she wasn’t sure if her eyes were going black from lack of oxygen, or if it was just water pressing on her. She kicked wildly, and held onto her case with one arm, using the air to try and propel herself up. She crashed into… something that was sharp, she didn’t know what, causing a swallow cut to appear across her brow, blood leaking into the water, the salt stinging it painfully.

She was nearly ready to give up, her body refusing to work properly, and her mouth opened against her will, water filling the space, forcing its way into her throat. She tried coughing, which just made things worse.

Her eyes continued to fade into blackness, even as she kicked feebly.

Her body reacted instinctively as she broke the surface, bringing in great gulps of air that probably made her look like a fish out of water, gasping, and then coughing violently, watery blood falling into her eyes. The coughs racked her, her body shaking with the force violently, until everything in her stomach came up, purging itself into the water, she cried weakly, reaching up to wipe her mouth, tears rolling down her face, a horrible taste in her mouth.

She could hear others crying, calling out to people, but she couldn’t seem to get enough air, enough energy, to call back. It took all her strength to hold her case, and stay afloat.

She was alive. And that was something to cherish. She reached up with her free hand to press it against the wound along her forehead, grimacing, as she looked around, ”H-hello?” she called weakly, hearing someone else shouting, asking if anything else had survived. She started to laugh wildly, uncontrollably, soon becoming breathless, her stomach hurting, her chest painful, until all she could do was gasp, as she fought to get her breath back.

It took a few moments, but eventually she was able to call back ”I survived”

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Lavena Keelia Ó Faoláin

_{"I wanted to live the life, a different life. I didn’t want to go to the same place every day and see the same people and do the same job. I wanted interesting challenges."}

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_{𝒢𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Name:

Lavena Keelia Ó Faoláin

Nick-Names:

Lavi, Lia, Lav

Gender:

Female

Age:

26

Birthday:

26th of January 1991

Distinguishing Features:

None

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_{𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Relationship Status:

Single

Sexuality:

Heterosexual/ Straight.

Partner:

N/A.

Father:

Daniel Ó Faoláin. (Adopted father)

Mother:

Jane Ó Faoláin (Adopted mother)

Siblings:

None

Pets:

none

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_{𝒫𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Personality:

• Impulsive • A can do attitude • curious • a little flaky • Friendly

Lavena loves to explore the world, with her eyes and hands, examining and touching the world around her with a cool rationalism and spirited curiosity. She loves to move from project to project, building the useful and the superfluous for the fun of it, and learning from her environment as she goes. She finds no greater joy than in getting her hands dirty, pulling things apart and putting them back together, just a bit better than they were before.

She comes up with ideas through creating, troubleshooting, trial and error, and from her own first hand experience. She enjoys having other people take an interest in her projects and sometimes don't even mind them getting into her space. Of course, that's on the condition that they don't interfere with her own principles and freedom, and they have to be aware that she's going to be interested in return.

Lavena enjoys lending a hand and sharing her experience, especially with the people she cares about, and the typical "Gender" roles that society tends to expect are a poor fit for her- she was a tomboy from a very young age.

While her mechanical tendencies can make her appear simple at a glance, she is actually quite enigmatic. Friendly but very private, calm but suddenly spontaneous, extremely curious but unable to stay focused on normal studies, Lavena can be a challenge to predict, even by her friends and loved ones. She can seem very loyal and steady for a while, but she tends to build up a store of impulsive energy that explodes without warning, taking her interests in bold new directions.

Lavena's decisions stem from a sense of practical realism, and at her heart is a strong sense of direct fairness, a do unto others attitude, which really helps to explain her many puzzling traits. Instead of being overly cautious though, avoiding stepping on the toes of others in order to avoid having her own toes stepped on, Lavena is likely to go too far, accepting likewise retaliation, good or bad, as fair play.

Likes:

✔ Music.
✔ Making people laugh.
✔ Reading.
✔ Looking after people.
✔ Building things.
✔ Getting dirty
✔ Dogs

Dislikes:

✘ Bullies
✘ Small spaces
✘ Bullies
✘ Being confined.
✘ Being alone

Biography:

Born to parents who never wanted her, Lavena had a horrible beginning to her child her, raised as little more than a slave, Lavena new nothing but pain, and abuse from those that should have cared for her. Her existence virtually unknown, Lavena ran away when she was eight, covered in blood, with a broken arm, bruised ribs, and a fractured cheekbone, she was soon found by a Police Officer. Never given a name, the hospital staff and her social worker, named her Lavena, and gave her the care she needed.

She was adopted soon after by a couple who couldn’t have children, and who gave her the love and care that she had lacked for her childhood. They took her back home, to America, where they taught her what she needed to know. A bright child, Lavena’s first years of school were about learning what she should have already known, catching up to, and surpassing her fellow students.

Given a chance, Lavena found she had great skill with mechanics, and by the time she was 16, had invented a robot, and while it couldn’t do her homework for her, it did give her great joy. By 25, she had a good job that allowed her to follow her passion, and was traveling to a presentation, where she hoped to gain a grant that would further her robotic inventions.

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_{𝒫𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓂𝒾𝒹 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Plasmid One:

Name Of Plasmid: Unknown
Color Of Plasmid: TBD

Powers And Attributes: Unknown

Plasmid Two:

Name Of Plasmid: Unknown.
Color Of Plasmid: TBD

Powers And Attributes: Unknown.

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_{𝒟𝑒𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝑅𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 𝐼𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃}

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Relationships Between Friends:

۞ Name of friend here ۞
"𝒮𝓂𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒."

۵ A little more in depth relationship. This will change as the roleplay goes on. People can become closer, farther apart. Even romance can blossom. It's all up to you.

♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ᖴᑌᒪᒪ

probably best to Wait to post, Vic and Yoshi are currently working on a collab right now, for two of the characters

And I've written a post for my new character, but... i need to finish her cs first lol

♆ ᗯᕮᒪᑕOᗰᕮ TO ᖇᗩᑭTᑌᖇᕮ ♆ - [ ᗷIOSᕼOᑕK ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ] - ᖇOᒪᕮᑭᒪᗩY ᖴᑌᒪᒪ

Well I finally finished the first game! Onto the second!

It was frigging amazing!

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

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Connor Vos, Kaylee Evans and Quinton Matson

Location: Evans Family Home.
^{Interacting With: Each Other.}

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Connor couldn't think of anything more perfect than being where he was right then, with Kaylee in his arms. He didn't much care for anything else, as far as he was concerned, everything he wanted in the world was right there. Even the thought to make a move, to check on... on their pack, to find something that was theirs and make a home together, wasn't enough to make him move. Even the thought of the long cold pancakes (something Connor might have given the world for, even three days ago), wasn’t enough to stir him into movement. Last nights events… and the last two months might not be something that he could understand, and maybe that was okay, maybe he didn’t need to understand it to accept it.

The knock on the door breaking the warm, comfortable silence had Connor looking towards the sound, his grip tightening slightly on Kaylee, he listened, even as the logical part of his mind told him that a bad guy wouldn’t just knock. Or rather, he reasoned with himself, he doubted the werewolf from last night would. Still, Connor wasn’t willing to take any chances, so he listened, and when he was satisfied that the door wasn’t about to be blown off its hinges, he looked to Kaylee, sure that neither of them knew anyone in town, aside from those in the attack.

”Shall we answer it?”

“..it’s tempting… but so it staying here…” Her attention remaining locked on him even as the sound of the knocking of the door floated down the hall, Kaylee lifted her hand up, gently caressing the side of his face as she tried to push all sense of responsibility away and to the side. She didn’t want to get up- she was happy right where she was. Sitting on his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around her; it was as though she had died, and somehow slipped into her own little piece of heaven.

As a second round of knocking filled the air, she closed her eyes, a defeated sigh falling out through her lips- whoever it was; they weren’t giving her a choice anymore. Reluctantly pulling herself away from Connor’s ever loving embrace, she shot him a glance… one last, longing look before she stood up, her hand slowly falling from his cheek as she made her way out of the kitchen and into the hall, her footsteps barely making a sound as she made her way down the rather new, however familiar path towards the front door.

“..coming..!”

Slowing to a stop once she had reached her destination, she hesitated, her gaze lingering upon the handle for a few moments before finally, she reached a hand out to take ahold of it, her brows both raising in genuine surprise as she opened the door, taking in the man standing on the other side, “..o-oh..! It’s you… uhm… yeah, I mean, come on in…”

Rising, Connor followed Kaylee, more than ready to intervene if he had to, although he wasn’t too sure how much use he would be, it wasn’t like he had had any training in fighting. Or like he knew how to change into a wolf. Still, he would do what he could, because nothing was going to hurt Kaylee as long as he was around. As he reached the door however, it proved to be something he wouldn’t have to do in this case, the open door revealing Quinton, who smiled wearily at them both.

Quinton watched to two, aware that it had taken more than long enough to answer the door, but he didn’t mind. It had been a rough time, for all of them, after all. ”Thank you, Kaylee” He said softly, ”I wanted to check up on you both, and make sure you’re okay” He said as he stepped inside, looking over them both, satisfied that they had indeed fully healed. ”I know it was a rough night, last night, and I can understand if my name escapes you. I’m Quinton”

Quinton glanced about, recognizing the newly lived in atmosphere, as both the house and the occupants grew used to the unfamiliar environment, before looking to Kaylee and Connor, ”You’ve only just moved in, right? It’s a nice place”

Waiting until he was clear of the door, Kaylee closed it behind him, a small smile playing over her lips as she nodded in response, her gaze flicking back to meet with Connor’s for only a moment before she spoke, “..yeah. We flew in a few days ago; but mum and dad bought the place, and fixed it up a couple of months back when they first found out that he was being transferred.”

Carefully slipping past Quinton as she made her back to Connor’s side, she reached a hand out to take a hold of his, giving it a gentle squeeze to let him know that she was alright; and really, she was. This sort of thing, at least for her… for her family, was the norm- people of the pack dropping in every now and then out of the blue, or whenever they felt like it; mostly unannounced for one thing or another…

They were a family; in all senses of the word and more… there was no getting away from that, even if you wanted to.

“Here; come on through to the kitchen… did you want a coffee..? Tea..?” Motioning down the hall that they had come from, Kaylee shifted her hand in Connor’s, entwining her fingers with his as she began to lead the way through to where they had been sat down talking and enjoying their (now cold) breakfast, “..oh, I’ve been told I make a wicked hot chocolate…”

Quinton moved aside to allow Kaylee to shut the door, watching them both, but both seemed to be in good spirits. There wasn’t much to worry about here, it seemed, but he had still needed to check. He turned his attention back to the conversation, mulling Kaylee’s words for a moment or two, wondering. He still had no idea why he’d stopped at Klamath Falls, after finally figuring they were safe. There were other cities around here, but he’d chosen to stay here. How many other supernaturals had been drawn to Klamath Falls, for it hardly seemed a coincidence that Kaylee’s family were here, so close to the attack.

That was something for another time, however.

”Well, it certainly looks like it’s been well cared for, it’s a good home” he said, moving to follow after the teenagers when Kaylee led the way. ”What does your father do, to be transferred here?” he asked, ”Tea would be fine, thank you” he said, knowing he’d much prefer coffee, but it wouldn’t do him any good at the moment, and hot chocolate just seemed too sweet right then.

Nodding her head lightly in response to his answer, she let her hand slip out from Connor’s, moving about the kitchen in almost silence as she began to make Quinton his tea, “..military… he works out on the airbase…”

Quinton took a seat, ”An honorable career.” he said softly, never truly knowing what to say to things like that, ”I’m sure Klamath Falls will be grateful to have him” he was silent for a moment or two, before saying ”Well, how are you two doing? I remember my first… year or so after being bitten was quite a trying time indeed, granted, I was thirteen, a trying time anyway”

“..fourteen…”

Lifting her head up as she placed the cup of tea down on the bench for Quinton, Kaylee let her gaze flick back and forth between them, knowing that it wasn’t really an answer to the question, and that all she’d done was probably confuse the both of them, “..the age I went through the ceremony to become part of the pack… You’re right; it is hard. Me and the others who were initiated with me were a nightmare for our Beta and Alpha… always in trouble for something…”
Connor was silent for a few moments, before he replied ”Well, I’ve been alone the last few months, after being attacked… I didn’t really notice anything… well, I contributed it to grief, more than anything.. Now I know different, but… It doesn’t feel bad, just… strange”

Quinton gave a nod of thanks for the tea, ”Ceremony?” he asked, having not really been aware that there was such a thing. As far as he knew, there were two ways of becoming a were creature- bitten or born. He looked to Connor, and nodded as well.. ”Well, I imagine we all experience it in different ways, and… well, you have something that helps you hold on, now”

“..it’s, uh… it’s how we do things back in Australia…” Moving back around to the other side of the bench, Kaylee once more made her way over to Connor, her arm slipping around his back as she lifted her other up, her hand resting softly against his chest as she went on with her explanation.

“..there hasn’t been an attack back home in years… packs get new members by offering out an invitation when a child affiliated with the pack turns fourteen. The kid makes their own choice.” Pausing a moment, she glanced between the both of them again, her soft pink lips parted ever so slightly before she continued, “..if they say no, the invitation is left open should they change their mind… but if they say yes; the pack holds a ceremony for them. It’s where we get the bite…”

Quinton listened, rather intrigued, finding the explanation rather enlightening, It certainly seemed like a rather… civilised tradition. He doubted it would ever work here, America was a rather… well, America liked barbic notions. ”It sounds rather interesting. Are no weres born than, for dingos?” he asked curiously.

Connor shifted, sliding his arm around Kaylee, and looking to her with a smile, listening to her speech with interest. He wondered what being prepared for such a thing would change how being what they were was.

“..there are; yes. My alpha was born into the pack, and so were a few others I used to run with…” Smiling softly at the thought of her old friends, Kaylee seemed to grow distracted by her own mind until Connor’s gentle touch pulled her back around, forcing her to once more focus on the present, her cheeks turning a gentle shade of red before she leant in against him further than she already had been, her head tilting to rest lightly over his shoulder.

“Well, it sounds like a rather unique way of going about being what we are.” Quinton said, taking a sip of his tea thoughtful for a moment or two. His mind went back to the pervious night, before saying ”How does your family feel about joining a new pack?”

“It-... it’s just me…”

Shifting slightly against Connor, she frowned slightly, her brows furrowing together at the thought of her family; or more specifically, the thought of her brother. He was the one that she was going to have to deal with at the end of the day; her parents were fine with whatever she chose, as long as it made her happy, “..my brother; Hunter… he’s not happy with me joining a new pack- he’s still very loyal to our original pack, and thinks that I should keep my allegiance with them… but other than that; well, our parents are both human. They support me with whatever I choose…”

“Well, the trouble with that line of thinking is that your original pack isn’t here. And Klamath Falls is filled with a rather large supernatural population. The lone wolf struggles, and I imagine it is the same with Dingos. Besides” Quinton said, looking at them both, ”You've imprinted. Your original pack will understand… And it’s not like you’ll never see them again. Planes make travel rather fast these days.”

Connor sighed softly, tightening his grip on Kaylee when she shifted against him, ”not that mere words can describe the feeling… there’s not much that i can truly understand about this, but that… that I can… there’s no explaining it… And I’m sure Hunter will come around eventually… “ Although Connor wasn’t sure about that… older siblings were not something he’d ever had to deal with, and certainly not in this context… but he wouldn’t run away from this… he’d never leave Kaylee.

Turning her head slightly as she felt his grip tightening around her, she nodded lightly into his neck, her soft lips parting slightly as she allowed their words to give her even the smallest shred of hope that her brother might one day accept what was going on with her; though she knew better than to hedge her bets on it being any time soon.

“..yeah… you’re right…”

Quinton watched them, unable to help but feel like he was intruding, both seemed too polite to tell him if he was. Still, he'd done what he'd come to do, and ensured that they were alright, ”The concept of a pack is… a difficult one, there are times where I don’t think i even understand it. In anycase, what has happened has happened, and your brother will soon see that he can’t change that.” Quinton said, sipping at his tea. ”You have quite a bit to be getting on with in any case. Which reminds me, do you have transport? Your truck is still at the camp grounds, isn’t it?”

Connor gave a nod, ”Yes, I wasn’t really able to drive it, with the paws” He said in a little bit of a sheepish manner.

”Well, if you need to go anywhere, I’m happy to take you. I was going to go check on your injured friends at the hospital next”

Connor hesitated a moment, thinking that the right thing to do would be to see that Kaylee’s friends were okay, but… ”Maybe we could go later, no doubt they could both use more rest” he said, knowing that the hospital would be full of people, and all the things that went on in a hospital. ”And I do need to think about getting… well, everything, clothes and things” He said, realising how little he actually had, even with what was in his truck. ”Unless you want to go to the hospital?” He asked kaylee.

Shaking her head lightly from side to side, Kaylee once more let her gaze meet with his as she gave her answer- the night before had been a big one for all of them; but with two of the group showing no signs that they were going to be healing like a wolf…

“..a lot went on… and I don’t really wanna overwhelm them; besides… I’m sure they’d rather see someone like Cassie before they saw me…” Pausing a moment as she realized how that may have sounded, she turned her head, her eyes flashing with slight concern as she met the gaze of their Beta, “..I just mean; I only met majority of them yesterday. I’m still sort of an outsider to the group, so I’m sure they just wanna be with people they know well for a while… but, if it’s alright with you Connor; could we visit with them later..?”

”Sure we can, give them more time to rest” Connor said, ”I’m sure they'll be thankful you want to visit them”

Quinton gave a nod, finishing off his tea, ”That's okay, it's a lot to get use to for all of you. In the meantime, here’s my number, if you need anything” he said, taking out a card, one of many that he never seemed to give out despite numerous parent teacher nights, ”Well, I should head off then, but do call if anything is wrong” he said, putting the cup down, so it wouldn't fall, he gave them a smile, ”I remember where the door is, so please don't feel like you have to show me out” he said, saying goodbye, before heading out the way they'd come in, making sure the door was shut behind him, before heading to his car.

⦓ 𝙽 𝙴 𝚁 𝚅 𝙴 ⦔ ⧿ (( Inspired By The Movie NERVE ))

@mskennedy615 the character is good! She seems really interesting and I'm sorry about the delay!

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

Niesha

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Niesha was silent for a moment or two, not sure how she felt. It wasn’t simply the fact that they were going to say goodbye to someone, to watch them leave against their will, but that… it still seemed wrong to her. Still, she understood that things had to be done for the best of the community. She looked over and nodded, ”Right. Goodbye. A hard thing” She said softly, shifting the gear she had packed, returning Tatiana’s wave, and looking back to Froggy. Despite the last few months, emotional displays still weren’t her strong suit, and she didn’t want to mess this up.

She glanced about them, a little uncertain. So many people were here to say goodbye… She hoped that nothing bad would happen… would there be a riot? And what would happen if that was the case? She shifted the pack once more, turning back to Froggy, seeing that he had his cards out. Not a strange sight, these days. She looked aside again, seeing if she could see James coming, knowing that he would have to be go soon.

She tried to see if she could see Kristina, but couldn’t see her friend, but knowing that she’d be along soon. She wondered if maybe, after this was done, they could talk a little bit. Talking sounds like a nice idea. ”So.. Gofish?”

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

I hope Morose is okay, and that whatever has happened is resolved, and that things get better.

And I will post tomorrow, I'm sorry, time seems to have gotten away from me, and... I have crappy internet at the moment, I'll be home tomorrow to post though.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

i don't see how she is being a martyr. It was merely her thoughts and feelings, not a word was spoken about it... its just how she's feeling, because so much is happening, and while she understands that, she sees that there's a lot for her to do, and...

i don't know. Forget about it.

It was not meant to be written in a matyrish way at all.

Phoenix Wing (A Fairy Tail RP-Always Open, Open)

*sighs*

I can't do anything right today, it seems.

I know that. My characters, expect perhaps jamie and jarvis, don't.